[ WP ] `` It 's surprising that the most important person in the world has so little security . '' Said the assassin to his target . `` I am here , there is no better security . '' Was the casual reply .

`` You're just a weak man in a position of power, do you feel secure right now?'' 
 
 I looked at the would be assassin standing before me. I watched as he drew his weapon from his side with one hand and a suppressor from his pocket with the other. `` No, I suppose not.'' I replied. He screwed the suppressor to the front of his gun. `` But what if I told you it was n't worth it, I am not worth the money they're paying you.'' He gripped the top of his weapon and chambered a round. 
 
 `` Listen old man, I doubt you can offer me more than 15 million, and I'm the one with the gun so maybe-'' 
 
 `` So maybe you should hear me out.'' 
 
 The young man stood silently, looking quite annoyed with my interruption as he caressed the trigger with his finger. I continued on, `` I doubt a young kid like you still believes in God or religion, and I do n't blame you for that... Hell, I do n't believe that shit either. But there's more to this than whoever hired you has told you, in fact there's more here than most would be willing to admit.'' 
 
 His gun lowered ever so slightly as he began to think. This was my gift, the gift of gab. I did n't have to be snarky or use big words, I did n't have to be eloquent and articulate; I simply needed to get him thinking. `` Why do you think they sent you here?'' I said raising up slowly from my chair. 
 
 The boy took a step back and raised his weapon again. `` Relax, would you like a drink?'' I walked over to the mini bar and began to prepare a glass for myself. 
 
 `` No, now turn around and face me so I can get this over with.'' 
 
 `` As you wish,'' I sighed. This kid was clearly a rookie, if they sent a man I'd have been dead 2 days ago in a parking garage somewhere. I placed my glass on the counter and pulled my 1911 from the ice bucket, silently and with practiced precision. I raised my weapon as I would have my glass and slowly began to turn. As my shoulder opened and began to reveal the mouth of my dragon I commanded him to roar. 
 
 My house keeper burst into the room as I pulled the magazine from my gun. I reached down under the bar and grabbed another round to replace the one I had fired and returned my pistol to its resting place. 
 
 `` Would you like me to clean him up, Master?'' 
 
 `` Yes, and would you please send this letter to my brother. I have a phone call to make.'' I knelt next to the man I floored, briefly, and took him by the hand. I placed his finger on the entrance wound my.45 left in his skull and then pressed it to the seal of my letter. I disarmed him quickly ran his pockets and rose handing the letter to Susan. 
 
 `` S-sure... sir.'' she said, clearly disturbed. I smiled as I brushed passed her and looked at the small black burner phone I took from the young man's pocket. I looked at it in all of its'obsolete' glory as I pressed and held the number 5. 
 
 Two rings. `` Hello? How'd it go?'' 
 
 `` Hello, father, we need to have a little chat about a certain visitor I've accepted recently. If I'm not mistaken, Matthew sent him, and if I know Matt, he did n't get that idea on his own.'' 
 
 The line went dead.
