[ WP ] The world 's best hitman prepares to kill the world 's luckiest man .

**K**iller McKillingsworth prepared his rifle by polishing it's cold metal with an immensely soft microfiber cloth. It was a useless ritual, and he knew it, but it made the other assassins think it had something to do with his marksman skill - and any edge he could keep meant that much more safety in his business. 
 
 The target this time was Lucky McLuckersworth, one of the richest men alive. Killer had no indication of why his employer would want this apparent philanthropist dead, but it was not the nature of his job to ask. He simply went for the kill and that was that. 
 
 As Killer perched on top of the skyscraper's roof at dawn, he looked through the scope and followed Lucky's motions, trailing him with shot marked on point. 
 
 `` Ten seconds. Hold breath, aim, fire, pack, disappear,'' Killer reminded himself. It was routine for him, but it was also another ritual which had kept him out of prison after ten years of work as the number one hitman. 
 
 `` Eight seconds. Release breath, check surroundings, aim, fire, pack, disappear.'' 
 
 `` Five seconds. Aim, fire, disappear.'' 
 
 *BZZ BZZ* Killer's disposable phone rang. The only person with the number was his employer, so he answered. 
 
 `` I've decided to un-hire you. I apologize, but you will still be paid the full amount,'' the voice came through on the earpiece. 
 
 This was the first time Killer had ever been let go, so he could n't help asking, `` What changed?'' 
 
 The caller reluctantly answered, `` I found another hitman.'' 
 
 Baffled, Killer could n't control himself: `` Who the hell did you find better than me!?!'' 
 
 `` Sucky McSuckersuck.'' 
 
 `` He's the worst fucking hitman that ever existed! The only people who hire him are ones that want to go to jail or end up dead because of his mistakes!'' 
 
 There was no reply, so Killer packed up his kit. He was a professional hitman, and as long as he was getting paid, it did n't matter whether he was pulled off the job or not. 
 
 `` Looks like Lucky McLuckersworth is going to live,'' Killer thought to himself as he left the roof adn disappeared.
