So I got the call I was waiting on. Just a formality really, but I smiled anyway. Patted my stomach. Left.

Taxis are not hard to catch near where I live, so I was on my way in less than 10 minutes. I had to move quickly. Precision was the concern in all my actions.

I gave the driver some money; I'm not exactly sure how much. I was in a rush. It didn't matter.

I checked into my flight. It would take off in 2 hours. There was a pay phone just across from the counter. When I looked at it, it rang. I looked at my watch and jotted down the time. When I got to the phone, I took down its number, and then answered it. It was just a reassurance for me; there was no one on the other end. I carried on.

I left the briefcase. Behind a plant near the departure lounge, in case there were any complications with luggage on his part. There was money inside, in case he needed it. He'd need my passport anyway. I drew a map to the case's location. I left the airport.

Behind the main building, I caught my second cab. I didn't fear for the case, he would be along soon enough.

*

I arrived back home discreetly and retrieved the package the other had left while I was out. I could have had infinite partners for this task, but I had simplified my plan down to the three of us. Inside the package was a black gun.

As the serial number was filed off, I could assume the other had similarly removed any record of the purchase. I had to be ruthless in all regards; I had no concern for morality. A man in my position could live longer than god. If he wanted. I leave my house.

The local bank is only a short distance from my house. While not the biggest, I could go to, it is big enough for my purposes. The gun is in he pocket of my coat, growing heavier in my hand. This will be the hardest part.

As my old professor used to say, "The intelligent men, especially those running at velocity, err lovingly in Spain. Educating anyone so young." He was a smart man. Always talking in codes and riddles.

*

People screamed of course, that was to be expected, but not loud enough to attract any undue attention. It was an old building. Thick walls. There was only one guard. I had no bullets in my gun. If I had been caught, it didn't matter. Him or the Other would have just started the process all over again. I'm sure the security cameras saw my face. All the people inside could I.D. me. Perhaps some even know me.

The money would have to be hidden. Quickly. For when he returns. That was the whole point. All of us but one were disposable, it didn't matter which of us that one was. I couldn't go home. I catch a cab.

Money hidden, with my notebook. This hiding place had been in my mind from the start. He'll have no trouble finding it. Or the other, if the plan falls apart somehow. Though he should already have disposed of himself. In a place where he wont be found hopefully. I make my way back into town.

Timing no longer matters. I go by foot.

*

At first they don't know what I'm talking about. But then, finally, the call comes in from the manager of the bank. The shortest case they ever had. No sooner do they receive a report of a bank robbery than the robber comes in and confesses. They didn't even have to put out a search. Too bad he won't say where the money is though.

I wait until night, until I am safely secured in my cell. They'll find me in the morning. An undignified way to die, but it hasn't been the first time, and probably won't be the last.

It doesn't matter. I am content that the job was done, and that I have gotten away scot-free. Flying away to a better life.