The Kill

                                     

The place was the crowded parking lot of a popular private bank. Rows of bikes were parked in a neat manner, marred by the haphazard parking of hurried customers who want to finish of their pending banking matters before reaching their offices. The entire area was a buzz of activity and everyone there seemed to be there with a purpose.

Even Rahul had a purpose to be there that morning. He stood nonchalantly there, almost hidden amongst the various groups of people in the lot. By his looks, nobody would be able to guess the serious focus he had on his purpose. He was here only because he had a target.

He remembered the training that he had gone through. The three tough weeks that he had spent being grilled by the instructor who put him through all sorts of rigorous training. He recalled how tough it was to perform especially among his peers who were as fanatically focused as he was. The tough training sessions the instructor had put them through, the insults, the times that he thought of giving up, the times that he had almost given up; all came rushing to him.

He snapped out of the painful memories and looked at the rapidly filling up parking lot. He clutched his bag. All his tools were inside. He grasped it as tight as possible, the handle wearing down his skin on his palms and leaving a mark. He searched around the lot trying to locate the target. There he was.

It was a young man. Not more than early thirties.Smartly dressed. With a tie around his neck, he looked just like a new joinee in an IT MNC. But the bluetooth headset in his ear, the expensive watch on his wrist, the car key hanging out of his pant pocket, the impeccably polished shoes all showed that he was atleast three or four pay-grades more than an anverage IT employee. His hair was slicked back and gelled to perfection, with not a single hair out of place. He too had a sense of purpose about him and carried with him an air of superiority and arrogance that automatically came with the rich. He was the target.

Rahul narrowed his eyes on him. The intensity in his eyes was fierce. If only looks could kill, then the target would have been burned down. Rahul gripped his bag even tighter. Beads of sweat formed instantly on his forehead. He wiped it all down. This was the moment . This was the moment he had been trained for. He shouldn't flop here. The critical moment. He tensed himself and prepared himself mentally for what was going to happen in the next few minutes. He slowly but firmly moved towards the target. His heartbeat grew faster as he closed in on the target. The target was just a few feet before him. Rahul tensed. NOW.

"Sir, I am from FRE bank. Would you be interested in a personal loan? Very few and quick documentation, Sir. Within one week you will get the loan amount. From 2 lacs to 15 lacs, sir" Rahul spit out, just as his trainer had drilled into his head.