Stephan looked across his desk at Rikkiee and smiled. He pushed a envelope towards him and leaned back in his chair, “This is for you bro. I think that you will enjoy it.”

Rikkiee picked up the envelope and opened it, a slight smile appeared across his lips. He looked at Stephan, “Really?”

Stephan picked up his drink and sipped it, “Yeah, dude is trying to do some underhanded shit to get rid of me. So I figured that I would just beat him to the punch.”

Rikkiee took a deep breath, when things seemed to be to good to be true, he found that they typically were. “Any stipulations?”

Stephan shook his head, “None what so ever. Collateral damage is expected and anticipated. As a matter of fact, pictures of building damage would be grounds for a bonus.”

Rikkiee sat back and sighed, “Seriously Stephan, English is a wonderful language and I speak it well. Do we really need to be so cryptic?”

Stephan laughed and drained his glass, “Damn Rik, you really need to chill. I would have figured that you of all people would enjoy a little verbal montage.”

“That is not a verbal montage.”

Stephan sat up and put the glass on the desk, “Fine Rik, Fine. What I want is Luke eliminated, I don’t care how, I just want it done. Is that straight enough talk for your ass?”
Rikkiee nodded, “Yes, it helps that you actually state what it is you want. Now what about this collateral damage?”

Stephan shrugged, “If another mother fucker gets in your way, take his bitch ass out. I know that you got beef with Damian so this is your chance to deal with that shit. Any other fuckers step up, mow them mother fuckers down.”

Rikkiee looked at the envelope, “So you want a two for one?”

Stephan looked at him. “Nigga please, as much as I pay you, you gonna bring up a two for one.”

Rikkiee smiled. He knew that he hit a nerve, he just wasn’t sure why. ”Well Stephan, you can always send one or two of your goons to do it. I know that they don’t cost anything and I am pretty sure that they can take out two people with a lot of collateral damage.”

Stephan shook his head and laughed, “Yeah, you right. But how do you say it, it would be done without class and style. There would be no respect in the kill. Besides I want it done, no mistakes. If someone were to miss then I would have to deal with him going into hiding and that would take up man power and time and shit that I just don’t have or more importantly, don’t wanna fucking deal with. So yeah, I now only want a two for one deal, I would love to have a burning house. If there are mutha fuckers in the house, shit happens.”

Rikkiee nodded, “Anything particular you want to make sure goes up in flames?”

Stephan pulled out a cigarette and tapped the end on the desk, “Anything that would link him to me.”

Rikkiee took a internal deep breath to calm himself. He found that he had to do that a lot when he was around Stephan. The man had really begun to annoy him and now he was dismissing him with a cigarette tap. Shit was about to change. “Why are you tapping your cigarette Stephan, are you dismissing me?”

Stephan looked at the cigarette and then Rikkiee and then the door, “I have a lot of things to get done Rik, I am not trying to dis you man.”

“Uh Huh. Anyway, I will do this for you for my normal fee plus travel expenses and I want bonuses for the building and the extra body. Think you can deal with that?”

Stephan looked Rikkiee and in that moment Rikkiee could see hatred in his eyes. “Thats fine nigga, I will have half sent to your account today and bring me a tally for the expenses. You get the rest at the end.”

Rikkiee smiled, “Excellent, when I get back we can talk about Doc.”

Stephan threw his hand in the air, “Fine.”

Rikkiee stood up and nodded his head once toward Stephan. He turned and walked out smiling to himself.

 He decided to take the Mercedes S600 because it was all black and it was fast and honestly, it as because he never really got to drive it. He packed two different kits and placed them in the trunk plus a camouflage net to cover the car. The kit one was a burn kit. It included a couple of incendiary grenades, some flammable gel, a few flares, matches and other stuff. There was also room in there just in case he found stuff to bring back. He decided that a five gallon container of kerosene should be sufficient for any fire he decided to set. The other kit was his kill kit. It contained a couple of extra silencers for the 22’s and for the 9mm, his assortment of knives and a extra black tactical outfit as well as extra ammo. There was also envelope which had a picture of his target, his name and address. He didn't believe the bullshit that Stephan was spewing about Luke trying to take him out. It was most likely that Stephan was trying to take over something from Luke. Either way it didn't matter. He did not like Luke Sipher or his little side kick, and wanna be hit man Damian Nome. He had one encounter with them a few months back during a dual hit that he reluctantly took with Damian. The guy was a nut case and a pervert. They were to only take out a man during that hit but Damian wanted to rape his wife in front of the guy and then kill them both. He was unprofessional and that would lead to mistakes. Mistakes lead to getting caught and he had no plans on getting caught. They made the hit and got out without incident but it left a really bad taste in his mouth. He knew he wasn't a saint by any means but there were lines that he didn't cross and there were lines a professional never crossed. Damian managed to do both.

The address was a farm in Tennessee and the paper with the address that Stephan gave him said he lived on "The Farm". He looked up the address on google earth and found it was a actual farm. It looked to have a few buildings and creek running through it. It also looked like there was only one road leading up the the house so he knew that he would have to park and hike. He had scouted a spot from the maps around 3 miles from the house off of the highway so it would be a hike through the woods. There were a lot of trees but also a huge clearing all around the buildings so he would have to be careful when he got there. He figured that it would be a day to get down there, a day to get the job done and another to get home. So 3 days to do it but he always built in contingency plans so a full week to get the job done. He started making phone calls and rearranging his schedule to be gone for a week.

It was a long drive from Pittsburgh to Tennessee. Had he taken a rural route he was sure that he would have loved the scenery but it would have also taken him an extra day to get down there. Instead he took 70 to 71 to 65 into Tennessee, spending the day looking at traffic and asphalt. He decided to spend the night in Columbia Tennessee at the Days Inn. It was off the main drag he figured that he would not have to deal with a lot of people. When he checked in it was late and it looked like the girl was in a hurry to leave so the transaction was smooth, quick and seamless and she really didn't sea to notice him. He had packed his own food so he wouldn't have to go to any restaurants and see many people. His goal was to try and leave no trace of himself, just a business man passing through. There was nothing he could do about the car, it would draw attention no matter what so he parked in the furthest corner from the highway.

He took a long hot shower that night and relaxed. He wasn't sure when he would next get that chance and he had learned that when certain opportunities presented themselves to him, take advantage of them. After the shower he sat in a chair in the dark and went over the plan he had formulated in his mind. he knew that there should be hiccups that he couldn't plan for along the way but he was confident that getting in and out of a farm shouldn't be that hard. Experience had taught him that he should never be over confident but he knew his targets and what they should be capable of. That being said it wouldn't take him completely by surprise to find out that they were a little more skilled than he was anticipating but he didn't think that it would come to that. He was finally relaxed and he slept. The next morning he dressed in business casual and was pleased that during his checkout he was once again treated just like another body. For him, not standing out meant people easily forgot him.

He drove and found the spot on the map he had picked out to park on Route 6. Traffic was light to non existent so he pulled off and into a grove of trees and looked around. The vegetation was not as thick as the map made out but he was able to pull far enough off of the road so that unless someone was actually looking for him, they wouldn't see the car. He changed into all black tactical gear and took his kits out of the truck and placed the clothes that he had worn in the trunk. He cover the car with the camouflage net and added some broken tree branches and fallen leaves to help with the cover. He had the kerosene in a carry container with straps so the he could carry it on his back and he marked his location with his GPS unit. Silencers attached to guns, gun in holsters, knives in sheaths all in the appropriate place on his body. Tactile pockets filled with the proper equipment for easy access. Kerosene on his back with a small, tactical back pack attached to that. One kit on one shoulder and the other kit slung around his other shoulder. Satisfied that he had everything he would need or at least everything that he had packed he checked his watch, it was six am, and started off towards the farm.