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

'Rien ne va plus' the voice says, and then the sound of the roulette.'13 noir. Tiers du cylindre.' Cheers erupts from the crowd surrounding the table and the world's luckiest man opens his eyes and looks on with a weary expression as his pile of gold bars grows to 35 times its former size. He just made over $ 450,000. The croupier adjusts his collar as he pushes the stack over to him, which he takes and gets up. 
 
 It's strange to watch him move through crowds - he goes almost in a straight line at a brisk pace with his eyes lowered, he never seems to run into anything and never gets in anyone's way. He moves like teeth do in a set of gears inside a complex machine, the function of which is hidden behind its very complexity... 
 
 His phone rings. It's his employer. Yes it's done, yes it's the exact amount, yes he is en route to the dropoff. 
 
 He's been working him down to a nub, his employer. It was n't the only way he was able to make a living, but for some reason he's let himself be carried along by it until now when it IS the only way... It's been a slow greying of life, where what once was all glamour and riches and some sort of revelry in his exceptional gift has become only another routine. What to do when one hits... rock.. top? 
 
 His employer has gotten nervous about his loyalty - there's what one could call a lack of enthusiasm in him recently. A lack of enthusiasm presents a vulnerability. 
 
 And so it happens that the world's best hitman is meeting the world's luckiest man today for the pickup today. 
 
 He pulls into the spot, in a typical dark grey between-the-warehouses parking lot setting in a typically black car, and the other typically black car pulls up and rolls down the window. 
 
 `` Hello'' the world's luckiest man says. 
 `` Hello,'' the hitman says, `` the password is Geranium today.'' 
 `` Right.'' 
 
 He hands over the bag with the cash in it to the hitman. They look each other in the eye. The world's luckiest man gives a sad little smile and a sigh. 
 `` Well, goodbye.'' He says, and starts to drive away. 
 
 The hitman knew that the bullet would hit the world's luckiest man only it he wanted it to, so he decided to give him a sort of choice. He aims his rifle through the open back window, just to the right of the world's luckiest man as he stops at the stop sign as the parking lot joins the road and pulls the trigger. 
 
 The world's luckiest man turns his head to check for oncoming traffic.
