"Pleasure doing business with you Trezlan." It was weird that a group of killers had a receptionist. Trezlan felt that they had normalized murder a little too much now. Gone were the days you'd leave an envelope with weird instruction on it in an undisclosed place. Now you'd contact a group and like ordering food they'd go over the menu of murder options and then you paid them at a sanitized location. Could even deduct it on your taxes if you paid them, which Trezlan didn't any more since he wasn't officially a citizen of anywhere. His civic pride long forgotten.
"So how do you kill a person who can see the future?" Trezlan had been curious how they'd killed Brubaker without him seeing it coming.
"Well its like anything else you just have to be prepared. We had four people on deck in the general area who weren't told the target until right before the trigger pull. In that way it would be hard for him to see his own death was coming unless he knew it was about to happen which from our result he didn't."
"Impressive and for as little as I paid you, that's the kind of service I appreciate."
"To be fair Mr. Lorentino you weren't the only one who paid for Brubaker's death." That did surprise Trezlan.
"Well now I feel silly for paying if you were planning on killing him anyway." The receptionist smiled, there wasn't really anything to say to that. "I'm curious though if someone were to order me dead how would you people kill me?
"Hypothetically?"
"Hypothetically."
"Multiple bombs at different locations. You're wearabouts are not immediately known and you somehow avoid tracking software to a freakish degree. So we'd have to hit multiple places at once, bombs because of your necromancy."
"Impressive."
"Don't worry Mr. Lorentino we have and continue to not accept contracts on your life." She smiled but it wasn't very reassuring. Still always nice to know he'd go out in a flash and not suffer horribly through poison or a gunshot. It helped Trezlan Sleep at night.
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