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He scuffed his feet around in the dirt impatiently. Kendall was supposed to meet him in the dump at eleven but it was now eleven-thirty and he was sick of waiting for the proud little rich man. He'd narrowly avoided being seen by the Gangreen Gang as they headed to their shack and he just wanted to get out before someone did see him.
He heard the sound of huffing and puffing and Brian Kendall came jogging round the corner. Even in the dim light of the street lamp, The Crow could see that his face was all red and flushed.
“Sorry, I only just managed to get away.” he said, not sounding very sorry at all, just annoyed. Like he had a right to be. Like he was the one who was still waiting on several payments. Speaking of which, The Crow wasn't about to beat around the bush.
“Do you have the money this time?”
Brian nodded exasperatedly. “Yes, I've got it.” He pulled out several wads of cash from his coat pockets and slapped them into The Crow’s outstretched hands. “There. Now you can tell your boss to get off my fucking back.”
The Crow ran his thumb over the edge of the notes, feeling them flip past. “You know that's not all he's mad about.”
“I said sorry, didn't I?” Brian threw up his hands in frustration.
Sorry just doesn't cut it. Not even close.
“I don't know what his problem is,” Brian continued. “I just don't.”
The problem is you, The Crow thought bitterly. A problem I have to take care of, as always.
“Like, for god's sake, I'm a busy man! I've got kids to take care of, and a wife! I need to support them too! He needs to remember that next time I'm late with the cash.”
This is exactly why having a family is generally frowned upon. They're nothing more than financial burdens. They constantly drag you down, get you into trouble. Brian Kendall needed to remember that next time he gets mad at being growled at for missing a payment.
Not that he's going to worry about that any more. The Crow’s instructions couldn't have been more clear. He was somewhat glad to have been given the task, but tonight he was reminded why he really didn't like Kendall: he was whiny and made excuses. He expected everyone to bend over backwards for him just because he was rich and important. Tonight, however, he'd made his last excuse.
Brian Kendall rolled his eyes as he fished for a cigarette and lit up. He turned to gaze at the lights and the burst of laughter that emanated from the shithole shack the Gangreen Gang lived in.
The Crow used the opportunity to bring out his knife and approach him stealthily from behind. No one would see, and with any luck, no one would hear. It would be quick, but not entirely painless for Brian Kendall or his goddamn family.
And, just like an actual crow, he would become invisible in the blackness of the night, never to be seen again.