((I'm sorry, I think my eyes almost came out of my skull.))

As I walked up to the bank with my phone out and in my good clothes, I thought to myself: How am I going to pull this off? That cop has been hanging around here too long...
I smiled as I saw a guy walk through the doors and approach me.
"Might you be Mr. Smith?"I asked.
The man replied that he indeed was Saji Smith.
I pulled a small stack of papers from my coat and told him that he was being audited, and that he owes one-thousand dollars in unpaid taxes. This of course, was just a lie to verify that he was indeed who he said he was.

I handed him a paper on the clipboard and asked if he could please sign on the dotted line. He had a look of grief on his face, and I could tell that he didn't have the money.
That wouldn't matter anyways, I thought as I was putting the papers back into my coat.
When the officer wasn't looking I grabbed my handkerchief and preceded to shove it into Mr. Smith's face. He fell to the ground in a heap, and I then proceeded to carry him out of the Bank, pretending I was taking him to the hospital. The officer didn't seem that interested in us, so he went back on patrol towards the park.
As soon at I had made it to the diner I made a sharp left turn down an alleyway. I gagged and tied Mr. Smith up, and made sure that he would be awake, as the client had asked that I make it as slow and painful as possible.
He was writhing on the ground as I slowly withdrew my Desert Eagle and screwed the suppressor on. I shot him once in each foot, to make sure that he couldnt get away, should something go wrong.
I explained to him that he had been rather annoying to my client and that he needs to be eliminated.
I shot him once in each palm, then slowly withdrew my butterfly knife and made large slits vertically down his forearms. I asked if he had any last words, and he just looked at me with a look of utter terror.I took the knife and slowly slid it across his throat.
The life slowly vanished from his eyes as he slumped down into a pathetic heap. I made sure to pick up each bullet casing and completely clean the area of blood.
After everything was cleaned up I couldn't really decide what to do with the body, so I put in a fake 911 call saying there had been shots fired at the warehouse, and I immediately heard the blare of sirens as they powered down the street.
I dragged the body to the bank and tied it up in a fashion that it would hang from the bank sign. I put a small note on the corpse that stated: "Let this be a reminder to always do your taxes."
I casually walked away as I heard the sirens cease and the low hum of engines. I fixed my tie and proceeded to call my client.


((THere, it's not perfect, but I'm not willing to spend too much of my time fixng YOUR stories, lol. Also...you drug him to the bank, hung him from a signpost, and wrote a note AFTER you heard sirens? lol. Still, this gave me the strange desire to start writing another chapter-a-week forum series, kinda like The Hacker, but more up to date and more focused just in Nukesilo. I've been writing this other book for publishing, but I get no satisfaction from it, cause nobody's reading it, so I have to force myself to get to work. My writing talents have improved considerably from two years ago..))