He sat looking down into the busy street.
He was reflecting on the fact that there were good days and bad days in his line of business. He smiled to himself. The duffle bag at his feet was worth a great deal of money. He was reflecting on how well the job had gone. Staying under the radar hadn’t been an issue. He could hear the shower going. She was cleaning up, getting ready for the flight. Not long now and the taxi would be here. He thought about her, his newly recruited assistant. Crime obviously came naturally to her. He would definitely use her on future jobs. She had been a real asset on this one. Right up to the point where the drugs had been delivered, she had stayed calm and collected. It was obvious that she had shared his delight when the stuff had been handed over and the cash had changed hands.
A sound brought him out of his reverie. He turned to face the silencer fitted to a nasty looking Ruger Mark IV handgun. He squinted down at the metropolitan police badge clipped to the belt on her jeans. The gun was certainly not law enforcement issue!
It came to him in a flash. A copper, no… a bent copper.
This was not a good day.