Ferguson's Man is Such a Racist!

A classic Roll Royce stops in front of a 40-floors building. A group of muscular men with formal suits immediately come out of the building and approach the car's right-rear door. One of them opens the door. A man comes out of the car. I barely can see him since he is immediately surrounded and totally covered by the muscular men.

The muscular men are actually not that high. It's just the man is a little lack on height. He is only a short inch below their shoulders. So only by surrounding him, they are already protecting the man. Together, they then walk into the building.

I'm taking off my surveillance lenses and glances at my watch. 7.44 AM. So according to my 5-days observation, Adam Ferguson arrives at his office around 7 to 8 AM in the morning. He has six bodyguards only, at least ones who take him in and out of the building.

I don't intend to observe his house since I think I have found the perfect spot to deliver my job. I am at the 10th floor of apartment building about 60º angle from Ferguson's office building. I'm in one of its empty apartment room that I broke in easily, once again thanks to Thief. I pretended to be a prospective apartment renter to observe the best view I can have. And this room has it.

I have a clear view to the building, and the environment is also perfect. My only problem is how to make Ferguson seen by me. I have to get rid of the bodyguard that covers him from me. I just haven't decided how.

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It is a sunny day. A muscular bald man is crossing the street in front of a coffeeshop, after the sign allowing him. He then goes straight into the coffeeshop, walks to the cashier to order his usual favorite coffee.

After paying his drink, he sits on the table across the pick-up order corner, waiting for his order to be ready. He marches his fingers onto the table surface while wandering his sight around, as always.

"Why the hell are you looking at me ?!" he suddenly barks, fixing his eyes on me.

"Me ??" I ask while pointing my index finger onto my own nose.

"Yeah, You!! Dirty damn no eyes Eastern !!" he shouts to answer my question.

His anger is paused by the calling of his name by the barista. He stands and takes his order. After that, he approaches me with coffee cup in his hand.

"You better leave this country before I blow your opportunist ass out," he hisses to threatened me.

I raise my eyebrow and manage to drop my jaw to look stupid. He laughs then walks out of the coffeeshop with smug all over his body. I raise the corner of my lips up. Thanks to this incident, I have decided how to get rid of the bodyguard that covers Ferguson's body.

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7.52 AM.

A classic Roll Royce stops in front of a 40-floors building. A group of muscular men with formal suits immediately come out of the building and approach the car's right-rear door. One of them opens the door.

A man comes out of the car. As usual, the muscular men immediately surround the man. But not like any ordinary day, they are lack one man. The man that usually covers Adam Ferguson from my sight. Thus now, I can see Ferguson's head clearly.

I move my finger to push the trigger that launch my bullet straight to Adam Ferguson's head. And just like that, Adam Ferguson is falling down lifelessly.

While all his bodyguards are in shock and chaos. I clear up my workplace. But unlike usual, I don't clean it throughly. For instance, I don't wipe the gun powder residue or even fingerprints on the window surface.

I quickly leave the apartment building and go to a motel. I go to room 103 to unlock the door and enter the room. On the bed, lays a muscular bald man. He is Ferguson's bodyguard that went missing today. He is sleeping, or I rather say drugged by sleeping pills, on the bed.

I carefully put some gun residue on his coat, also his right cheek and ear. I go to the bathroom and peel off the fingerprint faux skins from my fingers, throw them away in the toilet and flush it with my elbow. The fingerprints on the faux skins are his. Then I leave him alone again at the motel room. He will only be awake in couple of hours. It is when the cops are going after him.

I managed to drug this bodyguard yesterday. Like always, he went to the coffeeshop to have his coffee. I purposely crashed my self to him, making him spilled his coffee. He was furious. I apologized to him repeatedly with pale scared face. Then I ordered him a new cup of coffee. I gave him the coffee, after I added some drugs to his coffee.

The drug didn't make him unconscious. Instead it made his heart beat fast. It made him felt not well up until he asked his supervisor to leave early. Only at his apartment room I made him unconscious and drugged him with sleeping pills then moved him to the motel room.

I sighs as I ride my motorbike away from the motel. If only that man hadn't been such a racist, I don't have to put extra effort to give him such a lesson. I even had to ask for Thief's help to edit the surveillance video to put his figure in the video instead of empty view as usual, also Andy's faux fingerprints and camouflage skill to deceive the hotel reception and police. I need to pay them well for their extra jobs.