A man who will kill to order for monetary gain is the ultimate weapon, especially if he is a man who cares for nothing and nobody other than himself. All that matters to such a man is the money. Enough to satisfy his needs. Killing to order is as good a way of earning a living as any other.
The man without a name had become expert at his chosen craft. Each job required careful planning. The method was usually left to him and the details had to be worked out in advance. A balance had to be found between risk and reward. In general terms, the reward equated to the degree of risk to his personal safety. Only a fool disregards risk and this man was no fool.
Occasionally, the task required him to suffer pain or extreme discomfort. He accepted this and was comfortable with it. He had a high pain threshold and would accept even extremes of pain if the nature of the work made such a sacrifice necessary.
This job was a case in point, allowing himself to be captured and tortured by men working for his intended target to whom he had represented himself as a potential business rival. He had known from the outset that the target was extremely well guarded and had demanded an enormous sum as recompense for the damage he would inevitably suffer.
A couple of pints of blood, cigarette burns to his genitals and a broken bone or two had been a price worth paying. Painful, but not life-threatening. When his captors had seemingly broken him in mind and body, they paraded him, apparently barely able to walk and bleeding from a dozen wounds, in front of their boss.
He waited until the boss, a Turk who had amassed a vast fortune as an arms dealer, gave the order to dispose of the bleeding remains before acting. The three guards, in good humour and still tired from their efforts, saw only the husk of a man they had worked on in the basement room.
Not a threat.
Big mistake.
Even when two of the guards lay dead at his feet and a third writhed in agony by the door, the Turk showed no fear. In the instant before his prisoner attacked, The Turk looked into the face of the man who had been sent to kill him and realised that death was inevitable.
The Turk recognised the nature of his opponent and stood impassively as death swooped down upon him.
Afterwards, there was still one final job to complete. The injured guard had been the one who’d applied the cigarette burns to his genitals. The man with no name had left him alive until this moment. The guard would take a long time to die and beg for death with every breath that remained in his body.
