He ordered the finest whisky as he sat at the bar and buried his head The time had come It would be a long night Looming He considered in dread
His clothes were ill fitting They had seen better days He looked disheveled he knew, but couldn’t care His thoughts on his purpose As he nursed his drink Focused Avoiding the glare
Nine fifteen, his mark entered the noisy bar Full of swagger and arrogance He knew it was him There was no question Relaxed He ignored the dissonance
Finding a seam in the throng he worked his way through Sliding onto the bench next to his target Pressing a gun into the man’s side he fired Killing the devil incarnate
