Posted at 7:40 am on Jun 26, 2015 by:
Derrick Scrivens
Bad Hygiene
Walsh pulled his car into the parking lot of the Italian chain restaurant, one he stopped at frequently on his way home from work. The whole drive, he didn't notice the car tailing him nor did he notice the driver get out to follow him inside.
"Right this way, Mr. Walsh," said the hostess as soon as Walsh entered the door. Not even she noticed the man who came in behind him.
While Walsh was taken to a table, the man sat himself at the bar, able to keep his eyes on Walsh from there while keeping his own head down and avoiding making eye contact with anyone. He ordered a beer to prevent bringing any unnecessary attention to himself, though he would end up only taking a few sips from it. Getting drunk in the middle of a job wouldn't do him any good. Besides, as the night would go on, others would sit at the bar too, distracting the bartender from possibly wondering why he didn't seem to care for the beer.
Shizuka decided that Walsh would be the easiest target due to his predictable lifestyle so he chose to eliminate him first. Not that he was expecting any of them to be difficult, thanks in part to the copious amount of information that Scrivens was able to provide for him. It was always a pleasure to deal with a client who wasn't just flapping in the wind and knew what they were doing when they made a phone call to him.
He watched as Walsh went through a whole five course meal by himself, leaving no food behind. He also drank a few glasses of red wine to wash it all down. It was kind of funny really how easy Walsh was unknowingly making the situation for Shizuka. He was pretty sure he could have sat at the table right next to Walsh without him knowing, even with the light crowd in the restaurant that evening.
Eventually, Walsh stood up and at first, with the way he was looking around, Shizuka wondered if he was actually about to try to skip out without paying the bill. It wouldn't have surprised Shizuka if he did. From what Shizuka knew of him, he wasn't the most pleasant individual, three times divorced with one of those ex-wives filing a restraining order against him.
He didn't skip out though, instead heading to the bathroom. Shizuka wondered if it was to puke after eating so much food. Leaving money on the bar counter for his barely touched beer, Shizuka headed after Walsh.
The bathroom appeared to be empty except for Walsh, who was in one of the stalls. Shizuka locked the door just in case. While customers and staff would be suspicious if they found the door locked, it was better than anyone walking in before the job was finished. Simply stepping into a stall himself a couple away from Walsh, he waited for his opportunity. It took a few minutes, but Walsh finally exited the stall and moved over to the sink, checking his hair instead of washing his hands.
"Tonight's the night you come home with me, Cherice," Walsh said to himself. Shizuka was guessing that was the name of his waitress. "Tonight's the night I fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
Shizuka couldn't believe what a pig this guy was. It was almost laughable. High-ranking guys like Walsh weren't usually known for their charm anyway, but he took it to a whole new level. A level that suddenly made Shizuka feel a little happy about what he was going to do to Mr. Walsh. The scumbag definitely deserved it.
Stepping out from his hiding spot, silenced pistol drawn in his gloved hands, Shizuka stepped up behind Walsh's large frame. With the silencer less than an inch away from the back of Walsh's head, Shizuka said, "Don't forget to wash your hands."
Walsh had no time to consider the statement or respond because a second later, a bullet pierced through the back of his head and flew out of his mouth, breaking a few teeth along the way. The bullet hit the mirror, cracking it, a splash of blood landing on the mirror at the same time.
Walsh was quick to collapse forward onto the counter, hitting the sink's button with his forehead and turning it on, before sliding off to the floor, landing with a hard thud. Blood gurgled out of his mouth, more of it pooling on the tile floor from the back of his head. To ensure his death, Shizuka fired five times into Walsh's chest and twice more into his head before laying the gun down down next to his body and exiting the bathroom. No one thought of thing of it as he left the restaurant, the same hostess from before even telling him to have a nice night. Walsh's body wouldn't be discovered for almost twenty more minutes, his blood already beginning to dry by then.
The police wouldn't know what to make of the murder. The cameras in the restaurant failed to pick up a clear picture of Shizuka's face and not even the bartender could provide much of a description. They would eventually write it off as Walsh having simply pissed off the wrong person, which was pretty accurate.
