[ WP ] A professional hitman is offered an unbelievably large sum , and accepts . The target ? His daughter 's fiancé .

8:15 AM. Joe made his way down to the corner coffee shop in his usual dark grey Italian suit. It was a modest cut, almost ordinary, but for those who had an eye for such things it would betray it's custom craftsmanship. That was Joe's specialty, blending in. Invisible to everyone except those he wanted to see him. Even his walk, a slow steady stride with his head aimed down at the next few feet of his path, hid his predatory nature. 
 
 A ringing echoed through the near empty shop as Joe opened the door, causing a smile to sneak across his face. The owner and head barista, Julia, had installed it for him after she grew tired of him sneaking in without her noticing. Julia was the closest thing to a friend Joe had these days, apart from his daughter but she was n't really talking to him at the moment. Macy had a new man in her life and he seemed determined to wedge himself between her and her distant father. 
 
 Joe took his usual seat in the back, near the exit with a full view of the small shop, as the memories of his first meeting with Harold flooded back to him. Something about the man was off to him, and Joe had learned to trust those gut feelings after denying them nearly got him kill a few times. The strange part was that he could n't quite pin down what it was and the fact that he had proposed to Macy only helped cloud Joe's objectivity. 
 
 `` Good morning, Joe,'' Julia chimed in, snapping Joe from his thoughts. He smiled and nodded his response as she set down his usual order. `` I'll just add this to your tab then?'' 
 
 `` That'd be great,'' came his practiced response, `` What am I up to now?'' 
 
 `` Well, let's see...'' she crossed her arms and sat her chin in her hand, `` I believe that makes two weeks worth, so call it 40.'' 
 
 Joe faked a face of surprise. `` What? When did you raise the prices on me?'' 
 
 `` Just adding in a little tip for my great service doll,'' Julia chuckled, shooting him a wink as she returned to the counter. 
 
 After a quick look around the shop and making sure no prying eyes were on him, Joe took his fresh cup and left. Making his way across the street he opened the old newsstand and bought the second newspaper. Inside he found an envelope with his next target. Tucking both under his arm he strolled back to his simple flat. 
 
 Joe took a seat at his desk and methodically undid the binding of the envelope and pulled out the picture. To his surprise he stared into the hard eyes of Harold. He creased his brow in confusion as he retrieved the rest of the contents. The file called him Boris Kuliack, an arms dealer who had stolen from the wrong people and cheated others with crap weapons. But the second picture clearly had him and Macy eating lunch together. 
 
 It made sense now, why Joe felt he was off. Harold was of his world and this was an easy way to get him out of Macy's. But that second picture... Joe held it for a long time. She looked so happy, the happiest he'd seen her since her mother died. How could he take that from her? Maybe the only thing that set Joe off about the man was he was using a different name, trying to start a new life. He could n't fault a man for that, he had dreamed of doing the same for some time now. 
 
 But that was n't it. There was a cut to everything Harold said that hid more than an old life. Reading over the file once more Joe pieced together the real person. The sly tones, the devious manipulations, the spiteful gleam in his eyes. No this was a devil poised to sink his claws into Joe's angel and drag her down with him. He would n't allow that. Macy may hate him for the rest of his life but he'd gladly bare that for her. 
 
 He began the preparations.
