[ WP ] At the end of your life , the Grim Reaper sends the necessary equivalent force needed to claim your soul , the more dangerous you are , the more force they send . As you look out your house , you see the German 6th Army staring back at you .

Something I made really quickly. 
 
 A woman came into the small interogation room, a cup of coffee in her hand, papers in the other. `` Mister...?'' she flipped the papers, searching for a name. 
 
 `` Smith. Call me Smith.'' The man sitting in the chair relaxed as if they did n't just find a field of gore in front of his house. 
 
 `` Well mister Smith, if that is your name. You do know how that looks, right? More bodies than we can put together are outside your house, or what's left of it. You should be dead.'' 
 
 Smith nodded. `` Should be. And yet here I am.'' 
 
 `` Indeed. Could you.. tell us what happened?'' 
 
 Smith chuckled and closed his eyes, a smile on his face as if this was the greatest day of his life. 
 
 `` It was early morning when it happened. I did the usual. Washed up, got dressed, took my coffee, and sat on my porch to clean my gun. The usual. Just the way I liked it.'' 
 
 `` Pardon? You cleaned your gun? Are you a hunter?'' 
 
 The man chuckled again, opening an eye to look at the officer in front of him. `` No officer Cho, I am not a hunter.'' The woman narrowed her eyes at the man. She never told him her name. The man just smiled when she shot him a questioning look and continued. `` I'm a sniper for hire. Governments, private corporations, individuals with something to hide... They all hire me. As long as you have enough money and a target, I can get rid of it. Hell, I even ended a few wars single handedly.'' Again he smirked and basked in the memory of his deeds. 
 
 `` Anyways, back to what happened, shall we? As I was saying, I was just relaxing. I have a job tonight. In...'' He glanced at the clock on the wall. `` Two hours. So I was cleaning my gun. That's when it happened. All around me the soldiers just started appearing.'' 
 
 `` Wait. They just appeared out of thin air?'' 
 
 He shrugged. `` Maybe, Or maybe I just did n't notice them aproaching.'' Another smirk. `` Whatever the case, they started attacking me, so I did what I needed to do. I shot the first ten, then took out my rifle and started shooting more of them.'' 
 
 `` And you killed...?'' 
 
 `` 245 thousand men.'' 
 
 `` Two hu...'' The woman looked at the papers. `` How would you know that?'' 
 
 `` One shot, one kill. I fired 246 thousand bullets.'' 
 
 The woman once again looked at the man, a mixture of shock and disbelief. `` All right, say you are right and you did kill almost two hundred and fifty thouasnd men. Why would they want you?'' 
 
 The man shrugged and opened his eyes. He was n't looking at the woman. No, he was looking into the corner, where a very thin man was standing, dressed in a suit, an amused smirk on his face. THe woman turned, seeing no one, before the man continued. `` Oh, perhaps one of my previous clients simply wanted to get rid of me. Or one of the targets. or the government.'' 
 
 `` But these men had german uniforms.'' 
 
 `` Mhm. 6th German army.'' 
 
 `` So.. you have no idea why, and you just admited to killing every last one of these men, and to being an assassin for hire? This is going ot need an investigation.'' 
 
 The man stood up, the handcuffs on his hands falling away. The officers training kicked in, yet even before she could draw her gun the man already had her hands on her shoulder. `` Maybe. But do n't hold your breath.'' 
 
 As he walked down the street, leaving the police station, the man floating next to him shook his head. `` What?'' 
 
 *ONE DAY I WILL GET YOU. IF I HAVE TO SEND A CHOIR OF ANGELS AFTER YOU. * 
 
 `` One day maybe. Anyways, I got work to do. In another five years then?'' 
 
 *YOU CAN COUNT ON IT. *
