ASSASSINS AT NOON

The voice was clearer and audible, Simon knew he wasn’t hallucinating this time , Freddy was actually there. He shifted his gaze to the side; seeing the short man stand beside him. Freddy was wearing his usual black suit, and was holding a beautifully designed walking stick while he had marijuana on the other hand.

Simon was certain that he could never come there alone, he never told Freddy about the burial; he was still being monitored, if he was going to plan revenge; he’d have to take out anybody that was monitoring him. He looked over his shoulders to confirm his thoughts; there he stood, Hatake Hiroshima, the Japanese bodyguard.

He could still take him out, Simon thought; Hatake was standing few meters away from them. He had enough time to snap Freddy’s neck and run for it, but Freddy wasn’t a man who’d risk his life so easily. Simon had the hunch that Hatake wasn’t the only guard around, they might be surrounded without knowing. It was too soon to take risks, he calmed himself