[ WP ] An assassin receives an unusual contract : a man on death row already slated for execution .

`` Okay, I give up.'' 
 
 `` You have n't even accepted yet.'' 
 
 `` No I mean, I give up. Whats the catch?'' 
 
 `` What I ca n't ask an old friend to-'' 
 
 `` I know you work for Mossad, Carmi.'' 
 
 Grey smoke filled the tight corners of the room as Carmi let out a long exhale, the ember of his cigar dangling dangerously close to the hotel bed sheets. A grin cracked across his face, the desk lamp reflecting keenly off bleach white teeth. 
 
 `` What, Frank, just because I'm Jewish you think I'm-'' 
 
 `` Its not that you piece of shit. I talked to Rahim, I know all about-'' 
 
 `` What if I said I knew you were in the mob because you're Italian, eh?'' 
 
 `` I AM in the mob you dumb fucking kike! Listen here Carmi, do n't you fucking come in here playing games with me. Whats this about? This ai n't like you.'' 
 
 Frank was getting nervous, pacing a little on the other side of the room. 
 
 `` Jesus Frank, would you calm the fuck down? This is n't complicated.'' 
 
 Frank spun on his heel and slammed his fist on the desk, knocking the complimentary water onto the floor. 
 
 `` Calm down? Calm down! Fuck you Carmi, you're a fucking spook. Everything with spooks is complicated! You guys ca n't even take a girl to the bar without a god damn surveillance team.'' 
 
 `` Maybe I just bang better girls than you, huh Frankie?'' 
 
 `` Very funny, very fucking funny'' Frank sighed and looked out the window, before dragging the chair out from the desk to sit across from Carmi. 
 
 `` Whats this all about man? Things used to be cool with us, when we was kids. Now you come back to town, tell me to meet you and not tell the old man,'' Frank raised a finger and glared directly into Carmi's eyes, `` a first strike I might add, and say you got this big gig for me. I get here, I lie to the old man - put my neck out for you and your big gig - and its a joke? What gives?'' 
 
 Frank realized the line of questioning was going slack. Two pairs of polished black shoes reflected dim 40 watt light back at him as he tried to find a way to put what he was about to say. 
 
 `` Carmi, you trying to put a sting on me?'' 
 
 `` Frankie, you know I'd never do that to you.'' 
 
 `` Fuck you Carmi, fuck you! You're a fucking fed!'' 
 
 `` In Israel, Frankie, not here.'' 
 
 `` Then what,'' Frank grabbed the dossier off the bed and waved it in Carmi's face, `` the fucking fuck is this? The guy is in supermax, scheduled to kick it in two weeks. He's already a fucking suicide risk, why do n't ya just mail him a rope? Why get a hit? Why get your friend, your fucking childhood friend, to do a fucking hit?'' 
 
 `` You want to actually read the thing before deciding there? Or did your professionalism go the same way as your vocabulary?'' 
 
 Frank frowned, sarcastically slapping the dossier open on his lap. 
 
 `` Thank you,'' Carmi purred. 
 
 Frank flipped through the pages slowly, examining security photographs and evidence logs. 
 
 `` He some kind of Jew hater or something?'' 
 
 `` Would you just read the fucking thing so I do n't have to tell you?'' 
 
 `` Sorry. So, Arab, 190lbs, 6'2, wanted in relation to - holy jesus!'' 
 
 Carmi grinned knowingly as Frank's eyelids did the splits. He slapped a photo in the dossier with the side of his hand. 
 
 `` Twenty kids? Twenty?'' 
 
 `` It was a school bus.'' 
 
 `` Who the fuck hits a school bus!'' 
 
 `` Hezbollah.'' 
 
 `` The fuck is that?'' 
 
 `` Terrorist group. Lebanese.'' 
 
 `` And the FBI do n't know they have him?'' 
 
 `` Well they do, they just wo n't extradite him. They convicted him for a murder in Staten Island.'' 
 
 Frank went back to furiously reading the dossier before looking back at Carmi in disbelief. 
 
 `` Carmi, this is some serious shit,'' Frank pleaded, `` What do you want me to even pull for you here? I'm a Genovese, not a miracle worker for christ sake.'' 
 
 `` Your guys have people on payroll in the prison.'' 
 
 `` Now wait a second, how the fuck do you know that?'' 
 
 `` I need you to make sure that the guy does n't make it to his execution, and that he's found with twenty injuries. Bullet wounds, stab wounds, whatever. Twenty.'' 
 
 `` Carmi, seriously man, I love you like a brother. What is going on, Carmi, tell me. Why kill him when he's going to die anyway? Why twenty?'' 
 
 Carmi took a long drag on his cigar before getting up and walking to the window. The exhaled smoke rippled off the cool glass, revealing finger prints and smudges, revealing whatever history had n't been windexed away. Carmi gripped his cigar in three fingers, tightly. 
 
 `` In your line of work, you have a family.'' Carmi looked over his shoulder at Frank. `` What do you do, when somebody fucks with your family, Frank?'' Carmi was starting to get agitated, his cigar starting to bend under the pressure `` Because I have a family too. A real big one. And in my family,'' Carmi turned to face Frank, his teeth clearly grinding together, `` In my fucking family, when you fuck with the family, the family fucks with you. When you fuck with me and my family, we come down on you, just like your family would. This guy went after my people, Frankie, my people. You get that? My people!'' Carmi realized he was yelling and took a minute to take a drag on his damaged cigar. 
 
 `` There are more people like this guy out their Frank, and my family want them all to know that when you come after us, we come after you and we fucking find you, no matter what. My people have been pushed around for centuries and we're not taking it anymore. We're through. This guy is ours, Frank, and so help me god, we will show this mother fucker and all his friends what happens when you cross us, no matter what the Department of Justice says. So are you in for it or what?'' 
 
 FIN. 
 
 * Do n't know how I feel about this content and quality wise, but it was fun to write and a good distraction. Would be much better as a screen play.
