Albert Montegary. This is the name of a man who will die soon.

If you met him you would think he was a somewhat unkempt but ordinary 50 year old man. He has short, greasy brown hair, meaningless brown eyes and a puckered face, probably due to his former alcohol addiction.

He is very fat although the correct term is probably obese. He probably owes this to years of inactivity combined with an unhealthy diet.He's wearing a cheap suit because he's on his way to a special event.

That's also the reason why he's allowed to meet me because he likes to rape boys and his last victim was Ryan Kingsly. He was 12 years old. Ryan was about to go home from his friend. Then good Albert grabbed and kidnapped him.

When he was found again, all that was left of the once cheerful child was an empty shell. He had many physical traumas, including a severed tongue and fingers.

Albert is the main suspect here but he was released due to lack of evidence. Ryans parents didn't agree with that and so he earned the opportunity to get to know me.

Albert walked from his cheap apartment in China Town towards the center at exactly 8 p.m. He had a little jump in his step full of anticipation, which combined with his figure created a bizarre picture.

10 minutes later he went to a small side shop to buy a new knife and here was my chance.

The store has no other customers and no cameras. Only the cashier is here. A young person who wants to earn something extra. No danger!

I was disguised with featureless black hair that fell over my face, obscuring my bright green eyes and facial features.

I took a small nail out of my pocket and focused on the tip of the nail. A poison mixture I refined appeared.

I gave the poison the name: "Viper's Touch" and is, so to speak, my signature. I mean, every self-respecting contract killer has his own personal touch. The pun was intentional.

Viper's Touch ensures that the myelin sheaths of the nerves slowly dissolve and so the victim suffers hellish torment for 5 hours.

Nothing happens for the first 15 minutes, then the muscles slowly start to cramp and minor burning pains begin to affect the body. They increase over time until the victim feels as if they are burning. After an hour the extremities begin to fail. After 3 hours, the organs begin to fail, including the intestines and bladder, then breathing slowly stops and the victim dies in agony.

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The sneaky thing is that the poison is colorless, odorless and dissolves after 5 hours without leaving any trace other than the destroyed organism.

Albert walks up to the knives and looks at them. He examines them with an expertise that one would not expect him to have.

I walked slowly towards him with laser focus. My steps imperceptible. The suddenly I pushed against him. That fraction of a second was enough. The fine nail pierced his skin without him noticing and the poison entered his system.

"Excuse me!" I shouted, embarrassed and blushing.

"Go away, bitch," he said in a squeaky voice and pushed me away.

I allowed it and fell to the ground. He turned back to the knives.

Enjoy your last few hours you asshole. I got up slowly and theatrically, groaning once, and left the shop.

I went into the next alley and waited for good Albert.

10 minutes later he left the shop and headed towards the slum. Ahh, that's where his new goal lives, it's too stupid that it won't happen today.

I walked behind him at a great distance and slowly, like a hunter watching his prey.

Over time his pace slows down. 

We slowly cross a dilapidated abandoned park, the poison has been working for 45 minutes. His legs would give out at any moment. OH! When you talk about the devil.

Albert collapses. His forehead soaked with cold sweat. He groaned but struggled to his feet again. Man, Albert, I really didn't expect that. You surprise me.

He dragged himself onto a nearby park bench and fell onto it like a wet sack.

Now to the first condition that the clients set. They want to have a video.

I placed a mobile camera about 5 meters away from Albert.It captured the image perfectly. Maybe I made a mistake in my career choice. Some talents are probably hidden really deep.

I slowly walked towards Albert and sat on the bench. I made sure that my face is not visible in the video. I would just appear as a dark shape.

"Well Albert, should I still piss off? " I ask with derision.

"You…. Bitch... What are you doing here? " he answers, distorted in pain.

His eyes were squinted, his teeth were clenched tightly and for the first time in year all of his muscles were tense .... because of the pain but the reason doesn't matters.

"You're not the brightest, are you? But well, it's not that easy to think about under these circumstances. Poor you, this will go on for another 4 hours and then the party will be over."

A gasp of disbelief escaped him.

"And then I thought you wouldn't surprise me anymore! You really are a miracle bag! Well, let me tell you: and I quote "Best regards, Ryan". And with that condition 2 is checked off."

I get up and leave the picture. Then I go to the camera and watch Albert's last miserable hours.

After that I pack up and look back at the now dead Albert one last time.

"Bye Bye"

Now all you have to do is hand the file over to Aiden and then it's time for work.