Some jobs, you need a sledgehammer. You need loud, dramatic,
violent. Sometimes someone’s gotta be taken out in as bloody and as impressive
a way possible, to serve as a warning and a threat.
And some jobs need a scalpel. Sometimes someone needs to be
removed quietly, with no fuss, no trail, just a case of here today, gone
tomorrow, and with no possible connection to be drawn back to the one footing
the bill.
But as I stare at the sledgehammer and the scalpel’s dead bodies,
I know that you need a fire to destroy them both.
They burned.
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