Dog sat in his VW Bug and waited. Unlike many men around the age of forty he showed no signs of age. He had a physically fit body, a mind that rivaled most Doctors and Professors, and definetly had no pot belly. His light brown hair, freckled face, and even his appearance marked him as a mid-westerner. Across the street from a two level appartment complex that was aged and looked like a boarding house, he waited for his man. This was always the toughest job. Getting old? Nah, but killing a college student that helped the wrong people and made the wrong friends seemed to lack honor. Dog was a man of honor. The teaching he had learned around the world before being recruited had never left him, despite all the deprogramming they tried at the academy.
There he was; young and carefree. Walking with his girlfriend it looked like, back from class. Hopefully she doesn't go into the house with him. Dog got out, and walked across the street, then into the apartment after his man had gone upstairs. Strolling casually in Dockers and a tweed shirt he meandered through the old domocile. As he climbed the stair he passed the young lady who had been with his man. She definetly was beautiful, she'd probably miss this scum bag. Dog rapped on the door with one hand as his other held his utility bag.
"Hello? May I help you?" The young man said as he cracked the door.
"I would like to come inside." Dog said in a strangely hypnotic voice.
"Sure. Come right in." Dog entered and motioned his host to have a seat. Dog sat down opposite him and placed the tool bag at his feet. "Now, how can I help you?"
"Young man you have been a very bad man, and I'm here to make things easy for you." He said as he opened his bag and drew a 10" Combat Tanto and a bag of Heroin and a needle.
"What! I don't even know what you mean."
"That's not the point. You can do it or I can." Dog could see the young man's eyes checking out his route. He must have decided that he could never have made it past him. Dog continued to twirl the knife from a front to a back strike position while he tossed the bag to the kid. "Like I said, you can, or I can."
The clock on the wall must have been standing still for the kid. His eyes grew large as he realized what dog wanted done. In his whole comfortable life, consequences had never been so clear for the man before him of just twenty-one years. Too late for that now kid. Three long agonizing minutes later Dog was out of there without the bag of drugs, and with a clean knife. No Honor either.
