The Tall Man

Yes he was tall and on this world he might stand out, however he had a job to do! By reputation alone he ad to get the job done, any bad word from a client could not only bring his lucrative work to an end but his life to a sudden stop.

So on he went after ten minuets he came to a long ally, three to four story dwellings lined one side of the ally with industrial complexes on the other, this was not the desired area to live, worker slums if the guide books were to be honest.

Night had come bring a electric storm. Lightning lit the purple sky, if you'd been their you would have seen the sinister silhouette of the tall man, unmoving something glistening in one hand. And about halfway down the ally leaning against the wall another man. By contrast this man cast quite a different silhouette, he was short maybe around 4' definitely overweight almost round, he too was unmoving in the flash of light.

The tall man advance in the shadows, making not a sound as he approached the other man. In that moment the round man turned, he jumped and made a small squeal as he’ not realised any body was there. In a pre teenage voice the tall man spoke “ Are you Mr Robertsonhalesmith?”

Yes replied the round man.

“Sign here please” The tall man handed over Mr R’s package. He then turned disappearing back into the shadows smiling to himself, that had been his last drop of the day.

He headed home.