Driving Car Cars Study

I parked my van outside the hotel. I rolled down the window and took a gulp of fresh air. Inside the van was stifling, but I wasn't supposed to open the window to even catch my breath. The windows were tinted for privacy's sake, and lowering them revealed me. This was something my employer didn't want. I was to be discrete. The classic car that was marked passed by. Finally he'd arrived I said to myself. I had been circling the block for hours before just waiting for him. He let out his client, a girl in her late teens he was presumably giving car driving lessons to, and pulled down the visor. He checked his hair in the embedded mirror and then flipped it back up. As he reached to turn on the radio I got out of the car. With the music at full blast he didn't hear the door of my van slamming shut and me approaching. I went up to the left hand side of the classic car and took out my silenced Beretta. I hid it by my side and knocked on the window. His head darted towards me and he, as I expected, rolled down the window as a matter of courtesy. "John Connor?" I asked in a menacing monotone. "Yes?" he replied hesitantly. "The insurance groups that you defrauded for millions say 'hi'," I said, deadpan as usual. "Oh my god---" he tried but didn't have time to finish. My gun had already let out 3 rounds by then and he slumped into his seat, dead. I left the classic car and phoned my employers as I scrambled into the van. The insurance groups were pleased. They offered me another mission but I said it would have to wait a few hours until I got a new change of clothes and had a chance to relax. The insurance groups agreed. I went back to my apartment and sat down at the TV to just chill. Football was on; Arsenal versus Manchester United. I watched for a few minutes until the phone rang again. I got up and headed out.