[ IP ] You do what you got ta do

I felt my stomach turn in knots as I sat in the car staring at the lone phone booth. The radio was scratchy on this side of town so I did n't bother trying to find a station instead I sat in the silence and just thought. Thinking is one of the worst things you can do in this line of work but my mind could n't help but wonder how i got here. My gun laying in the back seat under a blanket. The phone finally started ringing and I felt my body jerk up. I got out of the car and walked over to answer it. 
 
 `` Hello.'' I said 
 
 `` Clyde?'' 
 
 `` Yes, Bonnie.'' I heard a little snicker on the other line and then a sigh. 
 
 `` Looks like the senator does n't want to play ball. I need you and Jessup to handle this.'' The voice said. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand. Jessup was one of us but he'd gotten some kind of pleasure out of our job. I suppose sometimes I liked watching a fat cat beg for mercy while I shot him up but the way Jessup worked was just a little too much for me. 
 
 `` I understand sir.'' 
 
 `` I've sent Jessup all the information you two will need for tonight just go pick him up and head to the safe house afterwards.'' The line clicked before I could respond and I was off. Jessup was sitting on his front steps finishing off a cigarette. The light drizzle of rain was just starting to pick up and it was getting pretty cold but he did n't even have a jacket just a thing white button up shirt with his black tie. He got in my car and popped a fresh cigarette in his mouth. He handed me the address and we were off. A ten minute drive and Jessup did n't say a word or even light up his cigarette he just stared at the road. I pulled up in front of the house, more of a mansion though, and saw a row of five other cars. 
 
 `` Sure we can handle this?'' I whispered. 
 
 `` Fancy rich folk and their damn cars. There ai n't more than eleven people in their and they're all sittin' around the supper table sippin' some goddamn champagne and have a good old time.'' He reached in the back seat and grabbed one of the guns. `` Do n't be yellow, Tony.'' He said and started up the stairs in the cold thick rain. I put on my hat and grabbed my gun following only a step behind him. We got under the protection of the porch and Jessup took a lighter out of his pocket and lit up. He smiled to himself and pulled a key that opened the front door. He walked like he knew the place and walked right into the dining room. He was right eleven people five women and six men sat around the table and withing a few second were all lying face first in their own blood. Jessup kicked open the kitchen door and there was a scream then more shooting. I walked up the stairs checking each bedroom of the five rooms in the house. A master bedroom, two bathrooms, a library, a kids play room and finally the last room. I just nudged the door open and saw her. She was huddled on her bed with eyes wide open and holding a raggedy ann doll. She could n't be older than ten with long blonde ringlets that fell around her face. I felt my stomach tighten and my arms just would n't let me point the gun at her. Then I felt a hand grip my arm and Jessup step forward. 
 
 `` Get outta here, Clint.'' He said. I stepped out of the bedroom and as I headed down the stairs I waited to here the gunshot instead I just heard screaming.
