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

Mr Smith was sitting very still. Tonight he was going to do something he was very good at. Something he'd been paid to do for a long time. Tonight he was going to take a life. 
 
 Gary was at home, flicking through an old photo album. He stopped at a picture of himself and 3 other men. He felt a pang in his gut. These men, who meant so much to Gary, were gone. They were only whispers in his memory now. He thought of the day he lost them. *I should have died with you, boys. * It was a miracle he had n't. 
 `` In all my days, I've never known anyone as lucky as you'' the Doctor told him, shaking his head. `` I do n't know how you're alive'' 
 `` What about.....'' Gary did n't need to ask the question. The doctors averted gaze told him all he needed to know. 
 
 Mr Smith used to be in the SAS. He'd joined the armed forces when he 16, and never looked back. He was accepted into the SAS at just 20 years old. He'd been part of an elite squad, often sent behind enemy lines to eliminate key targets. His CO used to refer to them as the Suicide Squad, as their missions often seemed impossible. Mr Smith and his squad never failed. 
 
 Gary wondered how things might have panned out if Chris, Paul or Mikey had lived, instead of him. Perhaps Mikey would have married his missus. Chris could have traveled the world, like he'd always dreamed of. Maybe Paul would have followed through with his threats to start a business and become filthy stinking rich. *If only* Gary mused.... 
 
 Mr Smith looked up at the rope he'd set up. It was n't the easiest way to do it, but it would work. And that's all that mattered. 
 
 Gary felt a tear trickle down his cheek. He closed the photo album, and set it on to one side. He took a deep breath, and stepped onto the stool. 
 
 Former Captain Gary Smith tightened the noose around his neck, and kicked the stool out from beneath himself.
