Killing a Russian Intelligence Boss

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Doing this kind of job, at this level, was pretty tricky, Tom Sawyer thought. He was a lean man in his early forties. He had- once upon a time- been in the army putting bullet holes in people during the war. Something he had thoroughly enjoyed; the kills, the hunt, the rush. When the war came to an end, Sawyer had discovered he didn't have a life, his only life had been in the army; at the war front. It took him about a year to get himself a new gig working for the CIA as a ghost- a contract killer. It was a fantastic job. He still had to put bullet holes in people. Only this time, he had to be discreet about it and not get caught. Put simply, he was a CIA hitman, fair and square, and life was good. He had a fat check, drove the best cars, slept in first rate hotels, traveled the world, bang the best models from New York to Paris to London and just about anywhere the job took him.

In reality, Tom Sawyer wasn't working for the Central Intelligence Agency. It wasn't like he carried around an ID with his name and face plastered on it. If he ever got caught, he was in deep shit and all on his own. The Agency would deny any knowledge of his existence. Hell, they had no file on him and only a few select people in the upper echelon were aware of a Tom Sawyer, CIA hitmam. Of course, there were others like him working- without really working- for the Agency, who got their targets via a complicated and clever system and go ahead to do the job.

Since joining the CIA, Tom Sawyer had eliminated more than a dozen people- diplomats, African warlords, dictators, terrorist and even business executives; people whom the Agency had deemed a threat to national security. On this particular day, Sawyer was to eliminate the head of the Russian Intelligence, Yuri Sokolov. The job was a tricky one. Getting to the target was about as difficult as climbing to the top of Mount Everest in a half-hour. Imagine that!

Nonetheless, Sawyer had prepared as much as he could. Failure wasn't an option. Failure meant death, or worse, torture. He didn't believe the Russians were kind to American assassins. Sawyer had spend some weeks learning about the KGB boss- his routine, places he went and at what time, whom he met and at what time, things he did; where he was most vulnerable, the works.

A particular malady seemed to afflict the KGB top brass, he had a thing for young Russian women in their late teens to early twenties. Sawyer had discovered that he frequented a particular brothel, not too far from the Kremlin, that attended to this taste of his. So, Tom Sawyer had planned his move carefully. During his recon, he had also learnt the KGB boss had only a few of his minders tag along, minders who upon getting to the brothel, focused more on the young girls than on the man they were to protect.

This lax in security gave Tom Sawyer his chance and he took it like a man dying of thirst. He arrived in brothel earlier. He spoke excellent Russian and was able to blend well. He took a missus to a room and waited for his target. He had given the young prostitute a substance to knock her to sleep. When he saw Yuri Sokolov arrive with his bodyguards, he got to work loading his semi-autos, fixing on the silencers. He didn't bother bringing the heavy stuffs with him, that would've made things a lot more difficult. Besides, he wouldn't be needing them.

Sawyers left the room he was in and walked to the waiting room where Yuri Nikola's guard were waiting. He took all of them out with a single shot each, always aiming for the head. He was an excellent marksman. The silencers reduced the report to a tiny pop, pop, pop. The other men and girls in the waiting room were too shock to react on time. By the time the first scream rung out, Sawyer had located Yuri Sokolov, busy galloping the young prostitute he was straddling. Sawyer ended his life with one shot to the back of his head. The KGB boss never knew death was right behind him. He collapsed for the last time on top of the girl, who screamed. By then, Tom Sawyer was already on the move. He had a flight to catch, fast!