[ WP ] In this world , everything is determined by the number floating over your head . Everything . And when numbers ahead of you die or get killed , yours moves closer to the coveted position of # 1 . You 're number 22 . For now .

Lenny checked his gyrojet pistol again and again. Light came in through the broken blinds in the cut-rate hotel room. He carefully pulled out a handful of teflon coated bullets and loaded them into the pistol. He paused for a moment to feel their unusual heft. His wristphone rang and he put it up to his ear. 
 
 `` Yes..'' 
 
 `` Hello, this is the Getty Corporation fulfilling contract # 44595. 21 is approaching the car now on State and Wacker. This ends our contractual obligations.'' The mechanical voice hung up. 
 
 Lenny sighed, peeled off his cheap wristphone and smashed it with his heel. He flushed it down the toilet as he put the gun in his waistband. He put on a long coat, examined himself in the mirror and put on a lead lined helmet. It sat heavily on his head. Lenny winced in pain as his neck negotiated the weight. The number above his head slowly faded way. 
 
 Outside a woman with long blonde locks and wearing a bulletproof vest walked towards her car. Lenny watched from a bench pretending to read his tablet. He spied the 21 floating above her head. He stood up, pulled out his pistol, walked up to her, and asked, `` Pardon me miss, do you know how to get to....'' She turned around, gasped, and he shot her. Her body exploded like a plastic doll -- plastic bits and hydraulic fluid went flying everywhere. Lenny's eyes went wide. 
 
 `` An android,'' he said outloud as he felt a tap on his shoulder. 
 
 `` So long fucker,'' said the real 21 as she fired her revolver into Lenny's chest. 
 
 21 sighed, kicked over the body, and got into her car. She pulled off her long blonde lead-lined wig, revealing a short brunette hairdo. She tapped her expensive looking gold wristphone as it blinked. 
 
 `` Hello, this is the Getty Corporation fulfilling contract # 445623, revealed location of assassin. This ends our contractual obligations.'' 
 
 `` Sure does, hon. Sure does, now lets talk pricing on finding me number 20,'' she replied with a grin. 
 

