A New Venture. Again.

Hello once again readers. I know it has been almost a year since i started this blog, and stated that I would be writing regularly and updating here. As you can see, that didn't happen. My life was rather jam packed most of the year, and thoughts of writing sadly took the back burner for me, especially later in the year, what with working two jobs totaling nearly eighty hours a week of work until around September when I took a new job, allowing me to work at only one and dropping down to forty hours a week. Now though, with the new year, I'm starting my own little writing endeavor. Over the course of the year, I will be working to write more often, mostly through the medium of writing prompts. My goal will be to update Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Sorry once again for the lack of updating all last year, and here is the first installment of my new writing expedition.

This writing piece comes from a writing prompt from writeworld . The prompt was titled:

"What's in the Package?"

"What's in the package?" The security guard asked the delivery man in a bored tone. The delivery man, a tall young gentleman with sharp features and peircing grey eyes stared cooley back at the guard. He wore a light blue windbreaker zipped up, the name Steve sewn onto the front lapel and a pair of loose fitting sweat pants. A dark baseball cap was pulled down over his medium length blond hair.

"Couldn't tell you. I'm just the courier. Going up to a..." He paused, looking down at a clipboard. "Mr. Janson, on the twenty-third floor." He looked back up at the guard, who looked back, bored and slightly disinterested.

"Leave it over there." The guard said, indicating a space down at the end of the lobby desk. He started to look back at the computer screens in front of him when the delivery man pointedly cleared his throat.

"Sorry sir, I'm under strict orders to put it in Mr. Janson's hands directly." He said calmly. The security guard looked up at him in annoyance. He picked up his telephone and had a quick conversation with someone on the other end. The conversation ended and the security guard looked back up at Steve.

"Alrighty then. Go on ahead." Steve turned and walked to the nearest elevator, pressing the call button gently with a knuckle. He waited patiently for the elevator, which arrived with a soft ding. He stepped into the elevator and again used his knuckle to hit the needed button. As the cart ascended, he stepped back, allowing other passengers entry, keeping his head down. He stepped out onto the twenty-third floor, He looked left and then right, examining his surroundings as he turned and looked to his left. Janson Architecture was written in ornate gold lettering on the glass door in front of him.

The lobby was a new age, softly painted multi-colored room of sky blue, black green. An absolutely garish display of colors. He thought to himself as he looked around. Several expensive yet thoroughly uncomfortable looking white leather chairs were pressed against the same wall as the main door, pictures of various penthouses and city skyline pictures hung around the walls.A large glass desk sat straight ahead of him, a young, attractive brunette sat at the desk typing something on a computer.  To the left sat an open door, leading to a meeting room, and to the right sat a pair of ornate wooden doors with a gold plaque, advertising the office of one David Janson. Steve allowed himself a small smile as he walked up to the desk.  The brunette smiled up at him as he approached.

"Good afternoon sir. Did you have an appointment?" She chirped at him. He shook his head at her.

"No miss, I do not. I just have this package to deliver to him.." He held up the package, showing it to her. She reached out for it.

"Very well sir, I can have it given to him when he has a free moment." Steve stepped back.

"Very sorry miss, but I'm not allowed to leave it with anybody else, company policy." The brunette looked up at him, her bright expression souring just a little. She pushed her chair back and stood up.

"I'll be right back sir." She told him before walking over to the office. "Mr. Janson?" she softly asked as she opened the right side door. She stepped inside and closed the door, and Steve leaped into motion, grabbing a letter opener off of the reception desk and slicing open the package. He reached inside and pulled out a pistol, then a silencer. The package hit the ground as he strode towards the door, screwing the silencer onto the barrel as he approached. He held his hand behind his back as the door opened and the receptionist came back out. "You can go right on in sir." She told him. He nodded in thanks. Then he pulled the gun out and calmly shot her in the chest. Her eyes went wide as she stared him in shock, not comprehending what had just happened. She sank slowly to her knees, still staring at him in confusion as she collapsed. Steve stepped towards the door, then walked in.

Inside the room, a tall, thin man in his late thirties was standing up and coming around. "What the hell was that noise? He paused as he saw the still smoking gun. "Oh God." He stumbled back, eyes widening in horror. "Who the hell are you?" He demanded in fear. Steve stepped into the room.

"Who I am isn't the important question. Its who I'm here on behalf of that is the important question." He raised the pistol again and shot Janson three times in the chest. Janson collapsed over backwards, crashing to the ground. Steve stepped forward, leaning down over Janson. "Mr. Janson, the Malone family says that you and they are now even." Steve reached out and squeezed Janson's shoulder reassuringly, seemingly oblivious to the fact that it did nothing to reassure the dying man.

The assassin walked out of the office, and back to the lobby. He stepped over the receptionist's body, and picked up the empty box. he pulled of the windbreaker, sweatpants, baseball cap and pistol back into it, revealing a slightly rumpled dark suit. Picking up the package he started forward, then stopped with a sudden pause. Rolling his eyes in exasperation, he reached up and pulled off the relatively convincing wig he had been wearing to reveal short cropped black hair, and tossed the wig into the package. He calmly strode back out of the lobby and out of the building.

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Two police detectives stood watching the security footage of the suited man walking out of the building, head down and avoiding the security cameras. "See? there he goes." The first said to the other. The second looked up at his partner, and nodded. Yeah, there he goes all right. But who the hell was he?" He asked. "And more importantly, what was in that package?"