Planning a Hit
The afternoon was halfway over as Rodney turned on his television. Cigar in hand, he noticed something wrong with Syracuse's star freshman right away.
"What the hell is wrong with this kid? I see absolutely no emotion from him, whatsoever."
Did his goals finally start to cave number 15? Is there too much pressure on the freshman to perform?
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"Paulus looks to his right, fires to Woy...and he drops it! Looks like the star freshman doesn't have the right mindset today as that is his third drop in the first half."
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"What the fuck Ethan!? Some of the best hands in the nation and you drop three passes already?"
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"Woy drops another pass...things aren't looking good for the Orange's star player."
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"Bitch better stay in Pittsburgh if he wants to live, damn."
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"Delone Carter to the outside...he's to the 30, breaks a tackle! The 20, the 10...touchdown Syracuse! They take the lead, 15-14 with the extra point pending."
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"Well at least my other client learned how to play again after our confrontation in 2007. Should have put his ass back in the business."
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"And that's the game, Syracuse gets back in the win column. 16-14 is our final here from Heinz Field."
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*RING RING RING*
"Hey this is Ethan. Not here right now, leave a message and I'll get back at ya."
*BEEP*
"Watch your fucking back."
*CLICK*
Frustrated, Rodney slammed the phone down on the table and went to his fridge to grab a beer. On his way back, his phone started to ring. The caller went by two letters - CP.
"Oh...hey boss."
"Rodney, how's everything going?"
"Well our marked man just earned his third strike today."
"Excellent. Got a timetable when shit's going down?"
"Well he lost me a lot of money today, so I want to take his ass out when he gets back on campus."
"Eh, not a good idea. Not right away, at least."
"Yeah true, true. So what's going to be my cut for taking down this bitch?"
"We'll discuss it after it happens."
Rodney started to get angry. All he wanted was to know how much he was making for doing this - to see if it was worth it, or not.
"How 'bout we discuss this now Chris. I don't want to get fucking jacked out of some cash here!"
"Calm the fuck down Rodney...you'll get your money. I want him down first. I want to see results and once I see them, you get paid."
Rodney started to mutter curse words under his breath. The two head hanchos obviously had different beliefs on how this would work.
"Good thing NFL contracts weren't like that."
"What the fuck did you say Rodney!?"
"Nothing, nothing at all."
"Better have been nothing! I could fire your ass on the spot right now, you motherfucker! That casket you're putting Woy in might just might have you if you don't cooperate with me."
Rodney gulped. Chris had the men to take him out too, so he shouldn't press his luck.
"Sorry boss."
"Rodney, don't fucking push me - remember that."
"Got it."
"Good. Now I have an idea when you should attack."
"I'm listening."
"Fucking asshole decided to go to Syracuse cause of being able to play basketball, right?"
"Yeah he announced that after the All-American game."
"He's going to take a break between the two sports, correct?"
"I'd imagine."
"There's where you strike. Between the last game of the football season and the beginning of Big East conference play in basketball - that's when you end him. Got it?"
Chris was right. You couldn't plan an operation to go down right away - you needed to set a date. That break would be perfect to kill him.
"Sounds good boss, that would be great timing."
"Good. And remember - no results, no pay."
Rodney groaned silently, but then decided to agree in fear of his own life.
"Okay."
He hung up the phone and went to his desk, where there was a Syracuse media guide with Woy's picture on the front cover. As he walked upstairs, he pulled his cigarette lighter out of his front pocket and lit the thing on fire. Then he threw the guide in the empty garbage can outside - a signal of what he plans to do to the star freshman.
"You're fucking done Woy."