Phase One

As Kenneth and I walked into the ballroom, there was this sense of achievement that we felt from doing so, as if we worked hard to get where we are (we paid the guard 20 bucks). So we felt like we had to strut our stuff. Walking with a slight swagger, I made my way over to the group of people hanging around the dessert table.

The rest of our friends were here, so there wasn't anything we couldn't do together. All I had to do was suggest something, and if everyone was enthuisiatic enough, we would create our own mob. I studied mob psychology until I could get a crowd of people to do what I want. But this works in a special way: You need someone else to help you as well. You cannot move them by yourself. That was Kenneth's (or Ken for short) role. He was my nudge.

Me and Kenneth were graciously welcomed by high fives and punches on the arm, very macho stuff. After our usual banter, we look around the room, watching for potential. This was what we dealt in. Mobs.

I nodded at Kenneth, and he quietly slipped in to the loud crowd in the middle of the room, dancing on the smooth wooden floor. I nodded once again, this time at the rest of our cohort, and the fanned across the room. This was usual work for us. Every time we did this until it felt like clockwork sometimes. I thought we might try something different, this time.

Stupid teenagers, I thought to myself. Partying themselves numb at the expense of their parents' hard work. To my advantage, I added silently. My hand itched towards the knife in my trenchcoat. Nimbly I moved the knife to another pocket, concealed beneath my jacket. I hung my trenchcoat on the place where everyone else did, and proceeded to a dark corner of the room.

I sat at the table which I had already marked out before tonight's event. Sellotaped underneath was a silenced pistol, named so because when fired, caused less noise. I took it out, and quickly fired a round at a random person on the dance floor. He dropped lifelessly to the ground, much to the horror of his partner. She shrieked, and everyone nearby turned around. Not long after there was a huge crowd gathered around the man's body, blood in a pool around his lifeless form.

Typical. Next.

I spotted some of my men already in the crowd, pretending to worry, pretending that they didn't already know was going to die tonight. I chanced a wink at one of them, and his face had a ghost of a smile before he creased his brow with worry again. Everyone was in such a panic state, that no one noticed that some of thier belongings were being relieved by my men.

This was starting to bore me. I never had to put on my theatrics for a job. My plans were always flawless. As I looked around to find Ken, I was a bit surprised that I was unable to find him. I was always able to find him after a job. Always. I dumped the gun under the table. And walked outside, leaving my trenchcoat. I did not signal for my men to withdraw, it was too early for that.

Something was wrong.

And that certainly never happened before. My hand twitched to my blade once more.

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