Miles away the gurgled sounds of a man’s death echo in a small hut deep in the desert. Long slender pale fingers gripping the garrote tightly. The slightly overweight middle aged man on his knees clawed at het wire around his neck. Sometimes trying to hit the hands behind him away. It wasn’t long before all sound and movement stopped. He lowered the body to the ground, sharp features expressionless as he took the garrote and slipped it back in his overcoat.<br/><br/>Most in his position opted for the most modern look they could go for, he on the other hand went for whatever helped him blend into his environment the best. If he were int eh city, maybe but otherwise he preferred stealth. Not many were taught that anymore, most were direct and that annoyed him. Slipping his arms beneath the body he dragged it to the chair he’d set up in the middle of the room.<br/><br/>A rope dangled from a support beam tied into a noose. Needling the head through he grabbed the rope and hoisted up. Unusually strong for a man of his type; lean yet tall, 6’2 to be exact. Most would have said he could not cut it because he was so tall but he proved them all wrong. Quickly and carefully finishing the staging he left. Someone may find the guy in a day or so. It did not matter to him as long as he was paid. Slipping a brand new Samsung phone from his pocket he texted two numbers, waited for a reply then called.<br/><br/>“How the hell do you do that?” A heavily Russian accented voice said from the other end. “I gave you that job yesterday.”<br/><br/>“Just transfer the money.”<br/><br/>The man on the other end chuckled. “As talkative as always, eh Lance.”<br/><br/>“John.” The voice was icy and sharp but the man only laughs again.<br/><br/>“Transferring now.” John said a few seconds before Lance’s phone beeped at him.<br/><br/>Taking a quick glance he put the phone to his ear again. “Received. It was a pleasure doing business with you.” He said about to end the call when John said; “Wait I got another one for you.”<br/><br/>Lance paused. Normally he would only deal with a client once but this one paid well. “I am listening.”<br/><br/>John seemed to sigh in relief which made him wonder if he should even bother. “It is a girl. She was talking rather rudely to a business executive while at a bar. Some highly important board members were present and he lost face and was denied a rather large grant because of it. He said he would pay the one who killed her handsomely.”<br/><br/>So this was not even for John but a third member.  Shaking his head he said; “I do not do hits from third party participants or the hurt pride of a business man. Goodbye John.”<br/><br/>“Not even for 1.2 million?”<br/><br/>Lance’s thumb was poised over the end button. 1.2 million, all over the words of one woman? That business exec. must have lost out on some serious cash to be able to offer that much out on a hit. “I’ll do it. Where and who?”<br/><br/>John rattled off the city and the name of the bar unable to give much more than a description of her. The name it seemed Lance would have to learn on his own. Ending the call he looked back at the hut and smiled, white teeth showing briefly. One well paid job followed closely by another, his day just got better. It amused him, he was going to get paid for something so trivial. At least it was going to be a nice change of pace.<br/><br/>Slipping behind the wheel of a sleek black 1967 Mustang he made his way to his next target. It would take a few hours to get there but that was fine by him. It would give him time to come up with a plan. Glancing down at his wardrobe he sighed. Guess desert garb would not sit well in the city, he was going to have to find something else to wear too. Mismatched eyes, left bright blue right a red looking color, stared out the windshield. Before long he would be walking into the bar wondering if she would be there or if he would be forced to wait.