Lee Scott removed a golden cigar case from his dark blue blazer. He moved his fingers to the latch and opened it up with as much elegance as a swan. He snipped off the end of the cigar using the pair of scissors that were hid delicately in his case. The mercenary watched him do this. Lee lifted the cigar to his mouth and lit it. He quickly blew out the match. Lee’s eyes then moved up to meet with the mercenary’s. Both of their eyes held no life but not for the same reasons. Lee only cared about money. This was his one and only dream, and it cut off his connections to the rest of the world. The mercenary, on the other hand, once cared about life. He cared about what people thought, and wanted to help as many people as he possibly could. He wanted to make a difference. His great dreams to help the world, they had all left his mind because of one girl.

“That is wonderful Mr. Bana.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” He said, trying to convince himself that it was true.

“Please take a seat Mr. Bana,” said Lee with his heartless voice.

The mercenary just stood in front of the door, “Let’s get to the point Scott, I don’t have all day.”

“Fine, have it your way. You know how terrible the world is today Mr. Bana. Many people would rather be dead than living on our streets.”

“I’ve never heard anyone say that.”

“Oh, nobody says that, but any intelligent man can tell that is the thing that people want most in life today.”

“I know I haven’t picked that up.”

“Just listen to me. To many people, what you do would be a great help. By killing them you are their hero. Now, why do you think that the world is like this? Because of human nature Mr. Bana, because everybody wants what is better for themselves. Now, if only there was a way to unite everybody under one leader.”

The mercenary knew what he wanted, he didn’t have to continue this useless blather for him to realize what he was getting at, “You want me to kill Steven Weaving?”

“You are as smart as they say.”

“How much?”

“1,000 dollars in credit.”

“I don’t think so.”

“2,000 dollars in credit.”

“Try 10,000 dollars in cash.”

“Okay Mr. Bana. How long do you think it will take you.”

“I don’t know, it is a pretty big job. Just let me take care of it.”

“I will let you do that. Now will you please leave Mr. Bana, I am expecting a few people to tell them the good news.”

The mercenary turned around without a word and opened the doors, the scratching sound was no longer there. He walked back out of the luxurious doors in to the dark, desolate, rotting hell hole that was the world of the everyman.”