It gets complicated.

I’m still awake, it’s cold, I rug up with a bulletproof vest and head out, the tape goes in the red box on the street. The cops should find it interesting. Though they’ll have fun charging a corpse.

I find the fatman, I have spent the last few days wacthing his movements, such a short time because he always has breakfast at the same place.

He’s really fat, but I am still surprised at his breakfast, I wait for him to finish, I decide to take him on his way home.

He has 4 guards with him, but I am a good shot and vests don’t protect faces, I sit on a roof across the road and the fatman is in my cross hairs. Death should be on it’s way to him but I stop, he has a daughter she hugs him next to his car.

She looks familiar, and then it hits me, he’s with her now too. Kyle, my son. His girlfriend is the fatman’s daughter.