The Reaper and The Devil

“Ghost, can you hear me?”

Michaelis heard the voice of a teenage girl through his earpiece.

“Loud and clear, pink.” Michaelis said while adjusting the tie looking at the mirror. A handsome young man of late twenties stared back at him.

“I do look good.” Michaelis grinned at his reflection.

“What was that, Ghost?”

“Nothing. Has the target entered the building yet?” Michaelis asked as he looked at his Rolex.

“Not yet but he will, in a couple of minutes.”

Pink was Michaelis wing-woman or wingman, in case Pink was using a voice modulator to sound like a girl.

In Michaelis' line of work, anonymity was extremely important. Until now, he didn't meet or know anything about Pink just as she didn't know anything about him, except his codename. The face in the mirror was just a disguise as Michaelis had never revealed his true face to anyone.

“Remember, the client wants you to eliminate the target before he gives the speech.”

“Roger!”

Michaelis took a last glance at the mirror and left the restroom. When he stepped out of the restroom, he was welcomed by a large crowd of rich people. Each woman seemed to wear designer clothes with accessories that were specially made for them while the majority of the men dressed in classic black tuxedos with white shirts and bow.

Michaelis would see the majority of their faces if he turned on the television or roaming through the streets as they were all celebrities, politicians, and famous sportsmen.

“Can you get me an autograph from Dicap?”

“Not for free.”

Michaelis put on his black sunglasses and pretended to be a security guard who he knocked down and left in the dumpster outside.

“Aw, come on Ghost, I don't have any money to give you.” Pink whined with a cute girlish voice.

“You should have saved your two hundred and fifty grand from the last job.” Michaelis said and walked around the place pretending to check the parameter.

Pink didn't reply as she (or he) knew that Michaelis wouldn't do anything for free.

In the world of assassins, Michaelis was a superstar and only a small number of people in the earth would hire an expensive hitman like him. He had hundred percent success rate, no other hitman in the world had such a record. Only a few of the law forces knew about his existence but they could only speculate as he never left any evidence or anything to put a file on him. And the only person who could prove his existence was Pink and if a wingman like her betrayed her partner, the dark world would put a bounty on her head and she would end up dead, so a person with 160 IQ level wouldn't do anything stupid like betraying him.

“Target has entered the building.” Pink said and he noticed the special forces from various countries entering the hall.

And after a while, Michaelis craned his neck and saw a simple looking old man entering the hall while armed guards surrounded him in a diamond formation. Many people in the gala looked at the simplicity with admiration. The target was a newly appointed Secretary of Defense of the United States of America. He was appointed after he helped rescued the U.S President from a scheme planned by the Vice President and the previous Secretary of Defense, an evil man who sent young American soldiers to the warfront only to relay the information over to the enemy side.

The target had received various prizes and awards including the Nobel prize for his courage and bravery in the flawless plans on how to rescue the U.S President. He was here to give a speech about 'ahimsa' and 'world peace' and Michaelis was here to make sure the entire world see the demise of the man.

However while everyone was looking at the target like he's the god of peace, Michaelis snickered inside because the face that the target was showing to the outside world was as fake as Michaelis' face. Michaelis had his own moral ethic, no matter the payment, he wouldn't kill an innocent man, and Secretary of Defense McAlister was not an innocent man.

Everyone thought Charles McAlister as the man who will bring the U.S Military to a greater height, but they failed to question how he survived while plotting on foiling the plans of the previous Secretary of Defense right under his nose. No matter how careful he planned, a ruthless man like Tony Hamilton would have killed him a long time ago to avoid anyone finding out about the scheme, but Charles McAlister survived.

Except the dark world, no one knew the real Charles McAlister. Tony Hamilton was only a Secretary of Defense for the outside world but the real mastermind behind him was none but Charles McAlister. His simplicity was just for show as he was the richest man in the world and he made his fortune by drug and human trafficking, yet the outside world didn't know this.

Since no one could prove him guilty, some rich fool from somewhere was paying Michaelis to take him out. As far as Michaelis was concerned, he was getting paid to take out dirt like him for a sweet amount of a million dollars.

“Tango two, take my position, loo break.” Michaelis spoke into his security guard walkie talkie.

“Copy that Tango one, on my way.” someone spoke through the walkie talkie but the walkie talkie was already in the flower vase.

Michaelis had done more hard assassinations than this one and compared to some of his hits, this was like a cakewalk to him. The reason for his perfect hundred percent success rate came from his extremely careful preparation. He would take only one or two jobs per year as he would take at least six months to prepare and plan his hit. If a typical hitman had a plan A and B. Michaelis had plans from letter A to Z and normally he would go for the simple plan rather than the complex one.

“I will reach my position in a hundred seconds.” Michaelis informed Pink and opened the staff only door.

“Roger that. No signs of people around the area.”

The guards and securities were busy checking out the hot actresses and didn't notice him a bit.

The staff only room was just there for the securities to keep the belonging in the lockers and change their clothes after work.