Shadow Killer: Survivor

I get dressed in my hunting outfit. It’s a gray outfit with a dark urban camouflage pattern. In the inner city areas where I work, I am very difficult to see at night. I’m ready to go and I check my outside surveillance cameras to find that the street is clear of people. I exit my house, into a steady rain, that will make me even more difficult to see.
Chapter 2: The Night Hunter
I move silently, down dark side streets. I have scoped out a likely target, for tonight. The rain will probably make for a short night for a drug sales crew and the drug crew chief will collect the night’s receipts and then make his way back to his car, which he parks on a dark side street.
The drug crew chief is a big, tough goon. He carries a pistol and he feels no fear, as he walks through the cement valley of death, since he’s the baddest mofo in the valley. The actual baddest mofo in the valley takes a position behind a power pole. There’s a shop, down the block, with a lighted window that will reflect off the rain puddles and distract the goon. I then wait, in ambush.
The goon walks along the rain slicked sidewalk, until he gets to my power pole.
I strike, out of the dark, using killing strikes. (The goon is large and tough. I have no interest at all in seeing if I can take the boy in an even fight.)
I make sure that the downed boy will not get back up. I then frisk the corpse for a .380 pistol, a nice cat’s eye ring and a largish money bag. I stash the loot and then depart, in a direction away from where I want to go. (They say that the night has a thousand eyes and that figure may be understated. From the size and weight of the goon’s money bag, I have made a major score and now I need to concentrate on my escape,)
I cover some ground, checking my back trail often.
I detect no pursuit, but careful is a part of my normal operation. I move well away from the area of my hit and only then do I begin to move back toward my place. The rain has picked up and it will help to cover any tracks that I might leave. I get back to my alley, which is now a running stream. I wade back to my place and slop off my sopping wet clothes and then wring them out, over a sink, I dry myself off and then I mop the entrance clear of standing water, throw my clothes into the dryer, where the warm exhaust will be lost in the storm. I hide the stash from my night’s hit and then I then reward myself with a work out shake. I then get what’s left of a night’s sleep, so that it won’t look like I have been active late at might.
In the morning, I get up and have a workout shake. I get dressed, snag my workout outfit and walk to the gym.
Wally, the gym manager, asks me, “Did you hear about the murder downtown?”
I say, “No. but I did get the really big news. I got laid off at my work, but I got another work gig and I can pay my gym fee and also buy another jug of Power Pro.”
Wally says, “First things first.”
I pay my gym fee and then get dressed and get to my workout. Today is arms and shoulders day and I work hard, so that I will have the arm strength to do what I do. I get finished with my arms and shoulder workout and then I do a movement and balance workout. (I don’t really need to work on my lower body, after last night’s long journey, but the balance part of the workout is good and necessary. I finish the last of my workout, shower up and get dressed.