Over the decades I’ve acquired some rather unorthodox methods
of carrying out the job. I prefer methods most wouldn’t ever think of, so when
a body expires, everyone assumes it was natural so no one bothers looking any
further.
Tonight I’ve selected a rather potent parasite, rare enough
most medical facilities would be ill equipped to treat it. When the waiter
brings the fourth pizza, I prepare to distract him and then sprinkle the eggs
onto it until I see the chicken hearts. I wait. It would be a sin to desecrate
a chicken heart pizza. That is one of the few signs of civilization on this
otherwise backward continent. I take two slices of this gourmet masterpiece and
savor each bite as I wait for the next round. It’s a rather pedestrian canned
corn and carrots pie – very popular down here. It deserves to be spiked.
Out of the corner of my eye I watch to make sure my mark
eats a slice. He does, as does nearly everyone else in the restaurant. Perfect.
In two days the news will report a third city has been struck by a rare
parasite. I’ve already spread the bug to two other nearby cities to completely
obfuscate my actions.
When the body is finally identified, it’ll look like a karma
reaping her ironic revenge against a man who turned on his government. I’ve
already found a journalist desperate for a scoop.
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