Chapter 14 Atticus

A man was seen sitting on the private section in the bar, sipping on his glass of tequila. "Damn that clumsy man," he cursed. He remembered the clumsy man that bumped into him earlier on, if it was up to him, he would have shot a bullet right into his empty skull but he didn't want to create a scene nor attract any attention on him. He has been called out for a mission to kill a lady assassin. He has to fly all the way to New Orleans to kill the lady, he couldn't refuse because he was been paid a heavy dime for it. 

He glanced at the picture again for the second time and he frowned, for an assassin like him to be called on such a mission is rare, he's the best assassin that has ever lived and he charges a lot so many avoid him but the particular man paid him anything that he demanded. The girl must have been brutal, he thought. But her face looks so innocent inside the mask, innocent faces deceive, he hissed. He also wondered how he was going to determine