Part 1

I’ve had a story in my head for some time now but I’ve never gotten around to writing any of it down. I know that I’ll have to write it all down then re-write it a few times and the size of the task puts me off. But I need to make a start at some point.

I’m going to try and use this blog as a way of actually getting something down. It’s going to be really rough but at least I’ll have made a start.

Anybody reading this can feel free to leave any comments, constructive criticisms or suggestions.

Ok here goes.



He sat patiently and waited for his target. He knew he wouldn’t be visible in this dark corner of the car park sitting in the car he had stolen earlier. The only light was coming from the digital clock on the dashboard 0:59 and the occasional flash of lightning overhead.

He sat, unblinking, waiting for his target, never flinching at the lightning, not noticing the time passing. As the digital readout silently reached 1:07 the target appeared. He watched the target walk through the car park towards his car, as he passed by without even a glance the assassin silently opened his car door and stepped out.

With expert stealth he walked behind the man. A short but heavy metal baton was gripped firmly but loosely in his gloved hand.

The target stopped behind a car and started fishing around in the pocket of his coat looking for his keys. Framed in a moment of time by a flash of lightning the assassin raised the baton and brought it down with the exact force and in the precise location on the targets head to kill him instantly.

He dropped the baton on the dead mans chest, placed a photograph of the target with his name written on it in red ink “Adam Fockner” on his still warm cheek, took a photograph with his mobile phone and walked back to his car.