The moon was high in the sky, shrouded by misty clouds. Darkness had earlier descended like a big blanket. The night air was laden with the imminent hatching of something ominous. The swirling wind picked up some loose dirt and scattered it all over the street. Under a street lamp, stood a mysterious man clad in a black tuxedo with a suitcase in one hand, a cigarette in another. The overall body colour blended exceptionally …
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…without even surveying the surrounding, apparently expecting his arrival. The figure stopped. He kneeled down, paying respect to his superior. "You are late," "Sorry, boss," " Is the job done?" " Boss, we chased him through the alley and cornered him. We almost got him, but he..." "Don't beat around the bush. Did you get him?" " No boss, but..." A gunshot shattered the silence of the night. The figure in never did manage to finish his sentence.