4. His Name
I was standing over the bastards dead body. Lance Costello was an easy kill. He was a big name in the gangster community and hired people to protect him instead of learning to protect himself. Jobs like that were easy. He had known I was coming and had hired his guys to hide with him in this abandoned warehouse to try to stop me. That was 2 casualties that didn't have to happen. I turned around and faced the endless metal shelves that were in the warehouse. Each one was painfully empty. The lights above were old and flickering, and it made it hard to find a way out. I scanned the huge warehouse, until I spotted a rectangular envelope sitting on the shelf closest to me. I walked to the shelf and grabbed the envelope. On the back of the envelope in neat cursive red ink, my name was written on it. I flipped the envelope over and opened it. inside it, a huge wad of money. $5,000. The first half. On the piece of paper, was one name.