5 Days Of A Professional Killer's Life by M.J. Sparks (classic book list .txt) 📖

Prologue
Life can be difficult for a professional killer. You get into shootouts with mobs, you can't possibly keep in touch with friends or family, you can only have the one job, you can't trust anyone, and you might have a 99.9% chance of being caught by the cops. The other sad thing is that I'm only 22. I'm turning 23 in about 4 days. It's gonna be a living hell out there...In my world. To most people, the earth around them is just perfect. No harm, no danger anywhere near them. But in my world, danger is my middle name. Everywhere you look there's danger. If you're one of those people who think that the earth is fine, try living in my world. You won't last more than 5 minutes.


Day 1
"Put your hands up and surrender Alexandria Walker. We have you surrounded!" an officer yelled at me, standing beside his giant group of armed backup. Please. In all my years of what I do, they think that a little armed backup will scare me? Ha. Don't make me laugh.
"Just because you can catch me, doesn't mean that there's a point to it. I break out every time. You guys are pathetic!" I yelled back, with a slight grin on my face. I watched their every move, just in case they try to sneak something on me.
"If you don't come down, I'm going to have to send someone up!" I'm tired of this guy. But it's not time to kill him yet.
"Come on up then! You'll just have some cops' corpses all over the place up here!" I laughed at my own sentence. "It's up to you."
"Okay then. You made me do this, Ms. Walker." that annoying cop screeched up to me, again.
"Stop calling me Ms. Walker, Daddy! What are you ashamed of your own daughter?" I shouted. Let's just get this over with." Everybody gasped. They were very surprised. Then about 25 armed cops started darting up the stairs to get to me on the 5th floor.
"Ha ha ha" I laughed to myself. "Time to make it rain red." I grinned.
"There she is!" The leading cop said to the group behind her. "Get her!" I smiled as they all were coming at me at once. I pulled out my mini-machine guns from my bra. (These mini-machine guns are only made for me and some secret group of deadly assassins).
All I could hear was the sound of my guns, the cops' screams, and the pitter-patter of red rain. After about 3 minutes, there were bodies and blood everywhere.
"Ha ha ha, Daddy!" I laughed at my father's face. "Your team is pathetic too. Just like you." I'm so rude. I walked down the stairs with skills and ease because all that red rain was making its way down the stairs. When I got outside, there were guns pointed at me from every angle. I couldn't help but laugh. "So Daddy, you think you can just get some tougher cops to scare me? Ha. Neither you or your team can beat me. You might catch me but you can't beat me. I should kill all of you right now and go on with my dangerous life." I was teasing Daddy.
"Oh daughter of mine, you don't have to do that. All you have to do is surrender and we can send you to a mental institute or a rehab center to get you back to normal. Just throw us all of your weapons." My father is an idiot. And he noticed it way too late.
"Okay Daddy." I laughed and took out my boomerang.
This boomerang was as thin as paper and as sharp as a newly bought knife. I chucked it at the crowd of cops and in approximately 4 seconds, everyone was dead. Except for Daddy. I threw the boomerang in a way that slit Daddy's throat just a little, enough to stop him from talking. I walked over to him slowly. He was laying on the ground, helplessly losing blood.
"Oh Daddy. You were such a good cop, besides the fact that you couldn't even catch and successfully captivate your own daughter." I didn't know what I was saying after this. I was unstoppable and the power that came with it was a fantastic feeling. Overwhelming, no. Just fantastic. I finished off my daddy with a couple shots to the head. I walked down the street and hopped in my Jet Black Camaro to proceed with my mission. I just hope I'm not too late.

I'm finally here...UnderGround HQ. I get out of my car in a rush and run into their huge, five-story, glass building. It's like walking into a picture-perfect office place only more high-tech than usual. Every window, door and wall in this place was made out of glass and thick metal to hold everything together. "Um...excuse me," I asked in the most unsuspicious, professional way I could possibly do. I didn't want to get caught by someone I'm meeting for only the third time. (1. As little kids but then got separated 2. Re-met in high school and had a short relationship for about 3 weeks and never saw each other again 3. Now, right now, in 5 minutes.) "Where could find Jonathon Casco and speak with him privately?" I asked this girl, who was about two years younger than me but she looked older in some type of way. It was weird seeing a woman that looked two different ages at once, but it wasn't the first time I saw it. Maybe she was waiting for me to get here so she can try to kill me while I'm talking to Johnny.
"Sure," She sounded so polite and innocent, like she was forced to work here or hiding something...It creeped me out. I hate overly nice people. "Just take a left down that hallway over there and get in the elevator. Once you're in, push the button that says '-1'. There should be a door when you get off, I'll buzz you in from there. Go in and there will be drinks sitting on a table, take one and sit on either the couch or in a nice glass chair. Do all these steps backwards to get back up to the main level. Thank you for your time," She said with a smile. A creepy, fake smile. Ugh...stupid overly happy people. So I just went on with my business and followed her long list of directions. Time to talk to Johnny Casco, the most dangerous mobster you could ever know, and of course, I know him.
I'm, now, riding in the elevator down to Johnny's room, I guess. That girl upstairs never told me what the floors were. Probably because she didn't want me sneaking around down on the the lowest levels of this building, -3 and -4. They sound pretty top secret to me and I'm gonna find out what they are holding on those floors. Just not now. I gotta talk to Johnny first. Why is this elevator ride taking so long?
"Ding! Welcome to Level -1 of the UnderGround HeadQuarters Building. Enjoy your time in Johnny's room." This weird female robotic voice said over the intercom.
"Thanks, I guess," I was confused. I had so many questions for Johnny. How's it been since senior year? How'd you get so rich? Do you work for somebody? Do people work for you? (Obvious, yes.) What do you do now?
Finally, I get to the door with the buzzer. "Hey, Front Desk um...," I didn't know her name. It's her fault, she didn't tell me. Unless she didn't want me to know. "I'm here at the door, can you buzz me in?" I asked.
"..." I didn't here anything but static from the other side. I wonder if she's still up there.
"...Oh sorry!" She was loud as I don't know what. "I went to go use the little girls' room. I'll buzz you in," Finally, and stop being so loud and cheerful, it's annoying. "Buzz..." The door opened as it made the noise of a bumble bee. Wow, Johnny's room was amazing. Even without any windows, this room looked fantastic. Behind some curtains, he had big window-sized murals of the city above him.
"I guess I'm supposed to get a drink now," I said quietly to myself as I remembered the long list of instructions Front Desk gave me (that's what I call her now). As she said there were two drinks, a Pina Colada and a red Margarita on the Rocks with colorful salt all around the rim. I took the Margarita and the Pina Colada to scan them with a hand-held machine that checks things for poison or anything else that could cause someone's death. They were both clean so, I just grabbed the Margarita. I was a little thirsty and I needed a little drink to get the load off my shoulders from killing my daddy earlier. Then, out of nowhere, I heard some talking coming from the elevator. It was getting louder as the elevator, and whoever's in it, was getting closer.
"...I don't care if you want a day off, that's not gonna happen and you knew it wouldn't...Don't 'Please Johnny' me, I said no. Now leave alone I've got a special friend in my office and it would be rude to keep talking to you. Good-Bye." There he was, Johnny Casco. In the flesh. He still looks good after all these years.
"Welcome back, Mr. Casco. How was your day?" Front Desk asked from an intercom.
"Great, Front Desk. I'm happy to see that you let in our guest." Johnny told Front Desk. I guess I'm not the only one who calls her Front Desk, or maybe Johnny's too busy to care. "I'm good now, you can get back to your...front-desking."
"Yes, Mr. Casco" she said sweetly. She's really getting annoying with that.
"So, Alex, let's catch up a little," he grabbed his drink that I left him from the table. "How's it been since the end of senior year?" He was all sweet about it, like he cared. Did he?
"It's been hell kind of. You know, with all the shooting and killing." It was just like we were still in high school, only we're in separate chairs and we aren't cuddling and kissing like crazy (we were a very 'touchy' couple). "But other than that, it's been pretty good living." I don't know where this next part came from.
"I really missed you, Alex. Why'd we even break up 4 years ago?" Really, Johnny? Nice question.
"I don't know, Johnny." I said caring, but confused. "Hold that thought for a minute, we need to talk business"
"Okay, what did you wanna talk about that involves business?" Stop being so fuckin' sweet Johnny!
"Two things," I was talking straight business now. "One, I need you to take care of something for me; Two,I'm running low on weapons & ammo and my guy got shot two days ago."
"I got you on the weapons" Okay, now it sounds like straight business Johnny. "But what, or who, do you want me to take care of?"
"A guy named Robby Guardini and his crew." That name is gross. "He stole from me and he didn't pay me back."
"Okay, Alex" I love it when he calls me that. "But why can't you do yourself?"
"I'm gonna be busy with someone else" I replied.
"Oh," he said, not surprised. "I'll get Front Desk right on that"
"Thanks, Johnny."
"So back to our earlier conversation," Oh, no. i hate memory lane. "Why did we break up 4 years ago?"
"We were just teenagers,