(THis is the 3rd part of an ongoing prose series on this blog. The first part was Mindreader and the second part was Mindreader Once Again)
His new assignment was simple. Kill an American Billionaire's two daughters and kidnap the youngest. He followed a simple rule of never asking his employers the need for the task, it kept him both alive and actually sane. This time his timeframe was of two months and a fat paycheck of three million. He was quite satiated with his life and quite eager to once again taste Death.
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He landed the next day in the International Airport and for now he was Shameer Khardiff, a Spanish Soccer fan. As soon as he was processed and let out of the Airport, the first thing he did was to leave for Mr. John Doe's villa in the outskirts of the city. His week of recon brought in a whole lot of bad news for him. The body guards quite ably guarded their "principals" from any form of sniper or staccato gun-fire as well as stab instruments. Their were each ex-Mossad operatives and hence not only non-buyable but also suicidally tough and impossible to beat in hand to hand combat or close range armanent use. Poison was ruled out by too faithful servants and car accidents or bombs were nullified by a combination of able Bodyguards and suitably modern technology.
There was only one process left-the playboy. The only place the bodyguards did not venture was the girls' bedroom and that is where they would have to be killed. He had seen the two girls, the elder would be easy, she was the super model princess of the family. He would target her first but of the younger daughter he wasn't sure but then there always was risky sniper shots to take care of her. She was as sexless as a nun and wouldn't have aroused the most sexually famished creature on the planet, let alone him but the elder one, that one was going to be fun. Once the deaths are doled, he would then think of the kidnap. Accordingly he contacted his employers.
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A month later Miss Jean Doe the elder daughter of Mr. John Doe met Archduke Phillip of Austria on a tour of Italy. His Alfa Romeo and Ambassador suite in Caesar's Castle quite easily attracted her eyes but to this perhaps his smart look in Armani Suite have certain complementary effect. It was a quickly established scandal that they were seeing each other and that they were both residing in the same suite.
However Miss Jean Doe's premature death due to a weird cerebral stroke put an end to this happy love story. A forensic surgeon in mind of suggesting Concentrated Peroxyacyl Acetic acid which leaves but minor trace in the human body tragically died in a road accident pitiably also producing the mutilated body of Archduke Phillip in the other only recognised by his passport. Soon Rome had a new story of a curse as all those who had seen the happy couple a few months back died tragically in accidents and in a week all stories and traces of Archduke Phillip had vanished. The weeping royal family of Austria informed, the one with that name in the family was missing for two months and was presumed dead on a cliff climbing accident but the body had never being found. How he ended up in Rome was anybody's guess.
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A Chicago window was being used at that time the eyes of the voyeur fixed intently on Miss Jean Doe's younger sister, the Einstein of the family.
