he could finish the sentence the door exploded in his face. He went sprawling back into the h otel room, blood spurting from his broken nose. He watched as a slim man with a fair complexion, dressed in slacks, a blue button down dress shirt, and corduroy sports jacket stepped into the room. Michael’s eyes scanned down to the man’s right hand, and noticed the gun for the first time. He froze in horror. His last thought was of Cindy in the next room.
***
Solomon closed and locked the door by feel, never taking his eyes off his target. The look of fear on the smashed face of his prey’s eyes told him this was going to be easy. He leveled the silenced FN Herstal 5.7mm and gave the trigger one delicate pull. The single action pistol sent one perfectly placed bullet through the heart, ending the man’s life before he could muster any pleas. Solomon strode cautiously over to the bathroom door, pushing it open to reveal a petite redhead in black lingerie. Her freckled skin turned ashen at the sight of the stranger, and she groped for a towel. She did not scream like he expected her to. She just stood transfixed on the weapon pointed her way. He decided to try a long shot.
“Where is it? The package the woman gave you? Give it to me and I will let you live.” The quizzical look on her face told Solomon’s trained eye she did not know what he was talking about, and he quickly emptied one shot into her chest. Her half naked body slumped to the cold tile floor, her arms pulling toiletries on the sink crashing down all around her. He holstered the Belgian made weapon. It took fifteen seconds to finish them both off. He immediately went through the woman’s purse, emptying the cash and credit cards before doing the same to the man’s wallet. His gloved hands expertly searched both bodies. He then proceeded to meticulously go through the entire room.
Solomon’s luck had finally changed for the better an hour earlier when Shakir had a stroke of luck, and reacquired the threesome he had lost as they were leaving the MGM. Solomon still was milling around the area at the time so he took it upon himself to assist. They followed the trio back to the Imperial Palace. Solomon instructed Shakir to deal with the single male, and Solomon would take the more complicated job of dealing with two targets.
His ten-minute search of the room turned up nothing of interest, and he quickly accepted the fact that he probably just killed two completely innocent people. His phone vibrated. Shakir had instructions to text him to inform Solomon of which floor he was on. The fat Arab was two floors below. Solomon dashed out of the room, shutting the door behind him. The stairs would be quicker than the elevator. He sprinted down the hallway, hoping the boss’s minion did not screw things up before he could get there.
***
Alex opened the door of his room, and smiled as he saw that the maids had already cleaned up his mess from the previous evening. He made a mental note to leave a nice tip for them since he was sure the bathroom had not been fun to clean. He dropped his wallet on the table, and headed straight to the toilet to relieve himself. The weekend was certainly off to an exciting start. Two people falling off a roller coaster and plunging to their deaths did not relax the tension he was already feeling thanks to his mysterious encounter the previous evening.
He glanced at his ever-expanding wallet again as he washed his hands. His string of good fortune had continued unabated at the Luxor. He was beginning to feel invincible every time he sat down to gamble. He immediately scolded himself for the thought. The moment one starts to think one cannot lose was normally when lady luck yanked their chair out from under them and beat them over the head with it. A quick nap was in order right now though to re-energize for the evening. He started to crawl into bed when he realized that he did
***
Solomon closed and locked the door by feel, never taking his eyes off his target. The look of fear on the smashed face of his prey’s eyes told him this was going to be easy. He leveled the silenced FN Herstal 5.7mm and gave the trigger one delicate pull. The single action pistol sent one perfectly placed bullet through the heart, ending the man’s life before he could muster any pleas. Solomon strode cautiously over to the bathroom door, pushing it open to reveal a petite redhead in black lingerie. Her freckled skin turned ashen at the sight of the stranger, and she groped for a towel. She did not scream like he expected her to. She just stood transfixed on the weapon pointed her way. He decided to try a long shot.
“Where is it? The package the woman gave you? Give it to me and I will let you live.” The quizzical look on her face told Solomon’s trained eye she did not know what he was talking about, and he quickly emptied one shot into her chest. Her half naked body slumped to the cold tile floor, her arms pulling toiletries on the sink crashing down all around her. He holstered the Belgian made weapon. It took fifteen seconds to finish them both off. He immediately went through the woman’s purse, emptying the cash and credit cards before doing the same to the man’s wallet. His gloved hands expertly searched both bodies. He then proceeded to meticulously go through the entire room.
Solomon’s luck had finally changed for the better an hour earlier when Shakir had a stroke of luck, and reacquired the threesome he had lost as they were leaving the MGM. Solomon still was milling around the area at the time so he took it upon himself to assist. They followed the trio back to the Imperial Palace. Solomon instructed Shakir to deal with the single male, and Solomon would take the more complicated job of dealing with two targets.
His ten-minute search of the room turned up nothing of interest, and he quickly accepted the fact that he probably just killed two completely innocent people. His phone vibrated. Shakir had instructions to text him to inform Solomon of which floor he was on. The fat Arab was two floors below. Solomon dashed out of the room, shutting the door behind him. The stairs would be quicker than the elevator. He sprinted down the hallway, hoping the boss’s minion did not screw things up before he could get there.
***
Alex opened the door of his room, and smiled as he saw that the maids had already cleaned up his mess from the previous evening. He made a mental note to leave a nice tip for them since he was sure the bathroom had not been fun to clean. He dropped his wallet on the table, and headed straight to the toilet to relieve himself. The weekend was certainly off to an exciting start. Two people falling off a roller coaster and plunging to their deaths did not relax the tension he was already feeling thanks to his mysterious encounter the previous evening.
He glanced at his ever-expanding wallet again as he washed his hands. His string of good fortune had continued unabated at the Luxor. He was beginning to feel invincible every time he sat down to gamble. He immediately scolded himself for the thought. The moment one starts to think one cannot lose was normally when lady luck yanked their chair out from under them and beat them over the head with it. A quick nap was in order right now though to re-energize for the evening. He started to crawl into bed when he realized that he did
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