Zach sped quickly down the street.  Cutting a tight turn around the corner, landing the stolen sedan in the alleyway behind a cheap motel.  He hated doing<em>this</em>sort of work anymore.  But it was a favor to a friend from his day's before he was forced into the army.  A very good friend who had saved his ass more times than he could recount.  So, he would do it.  This would make them even, since his employers didn't like him doing outside work.<br/><br/>Snapping back to the moment he quickly checked the chamber of his .38 revolver, it was loaded.  Six perfectly loaded 150 grain fmj bullets sitting in front of a generous load of powder.  Snapping his toy shut he held it under the side of his suit jacket, as he left the door open, and the engine running.  Walking towards an back exit he he pounded on the door.  A rather large man opened it up and swore something at him.  Zack merely thrust his left fist quickly into his throat, and walked past him as he fell to the floor, struggling for air.<br/><br/>Walking down the hall he checked the number on every door.  Finally 108.  Standing in front of it he knocked, standing so that he'd be able to see if anyone checked the peep whole.  "Who the fuck..."  Came through the door as he fired two rounds, and heard a thud on the other side.  Aiming just to the right of the handle he fired again, blowing the lock out of the door frame.  With a heavy kick, the door gave way.  Pushing it as hard as he could to get it open past the man on the floor he squeezed in.  Quickly placing another round into the mans head.  Hearing a shriek come from the bed, he quickly stepped further in, pointing his pistol at the women that lay there, now clutching the blankets up to her neck.<br/><br/>"You didn't fuckin see anything.  Got it."  He said with the weapon aimed at her head.<br/>Weakly she nodded.<br/>Motioning his gun towards the window her growled "Out."  And watched her get up slowly and begin to look for her clothes.  "No, just fucking leave!"  He shouted growing rather impatient and pointing the gun at her again.  She made for the window faster than he expected.  climbing out and running away, still completely nude.<br/><br/>He quickly grabbed the clothes he could find, from both of them, tossing them into the dirty tub.  Pulling out a book of matches he rapidly strikes it on his shoe, tossing the entire book into the clothes as they catch ablaze.<br/><br/>Turning he takes one look at the mess he made as he grabs the man's keys off an end table.  As he hops out of the window, heading for the small parking lot.  Holding out the key's he keeps clicking the unlock button on the very handy remote.  Finally spotting the car he runs to it, starting it up quickly and driving off.<br/><br/>The car he stole to get there would be gone by now.  And empty car with the door open and engine running doesn't last long in the circuit.  And he was glad for it.  Driving off he now only had to figure out where to dump the car.  Seeing as he didn't leave any prints behind he didn't have to worry.  And as for ballistics his toy would be melted down within a week, as always.<br/><br/>A slight vibration in his coat pocket made him smile as he pulled out the cheap cell phone.  "It's done."  Is all he said before tossing it out the window, and disappearing into the night.