The window cleaner

A poisonous Mosquitoe

The past days had been hectic for Siin. He had carried out series of complex operations Without a single casualty. Not a single night had passed without him visiting the Batuta night club, which kaltumi had hinted him about in relation to tracking down Mirul who was the first name on her list of Stones. He knew the importance of discreetness in such an operation thus wearing outfits and make ups to mask his appearance wasn't an option he could leave behind. He wore a black hood jacket which he always pulled downwards to cover his face so that no one could identify him or pick his trail. He staged a fake limp to his movement till it appeared to onlookers that he was crippled in one of his legs.  His black mustang would have provided a good matching outfit to his attire but he felt it was going to give out his identity too easily due the  rareness of it's model in the city. Kaltumi had transformed his life from rags to riches. She was the reason for his existence and his happiness. There was no going back at her orders other as that was the only way he could prove his loyalty to her. Far from that, he nursed a personal grudge with all the bearers of the names, written on the list of stones as he felt they had killed the love of his life and had to pay dearly for ruining his destiny before it had a chance to even incept. He had discreetly eve dropped on the conversations of several drunkards to hear if they would mention the name Mirul so he could get a lead , but a week had now gone buy and he was yet to get a lead on his target. He had to struggle through the pressing urge of randomly asking people about the whereaboutsof Mirul as that could only hamper the secrecy of his mission. He was of the oppinion that a patient Dog was always eat the fattest bone thus his patients was kept intact.

 On one cold evening, Siin had closed for work and headed directly to his house. He took out his bag where all his black jacket , black shorts, artificial dreadlocks and killer tools were, and headed for the dark alley behind behind town where he quickly changed into the dark attires that almost made him invisible under the cover of darkness. He had always made sure no one was following him before entering the alley to avoid compromising his identity. After existing the dark Alley, he headed straight to the Batuta night club with high hopes of spotting his prey as it was a Friday night and Friday nights were nights where almost all the customer turned up to have a merry weekend marked with severe alcohol drinking and frugal dances. Siin quietly picked up a bottle of beer from the bartender and sat by the corner of the bar pretending to Ship the beer. He had paid a keen hearing to the Random talks of people around him and in a flash the wait of seven nights was over.

" Mirul the great sniper where have you been all this days , we have missed you man." Said the voice to tall and huge figure that wore black shirts and black jeans. Siin turned with an air of controlled hesitation, discreetly capturing the face of the figure who had been called Mirul.

" I missed you guys a lot I was in Brunei with My Boss General Al Hozayn. I'm just glad to back again. I missed the craziness of this tavern." Said Mirul who talked like someone already intoxicated by an alcoholic substance.

" Cleansing stubborn dudes again huh, like the good old pit bull you are huh." Said one of the drunkards amidst his frenzy of laughter and excitement.

" Woo! woo! .. woo woo! A loyal dog has no conscience it obeys its masters command before anything. Hahahah, those we have to Cleanse must be cleansed." Said Mirul amidst his loud laughters.

" I heard General Al Hozayn was in Brunei to deliver a statement to one of the opposing princes . When I say statement, I mean the Hozayn kind of statement. Hahahaha!" Said another drunkard as he burst into laughter.

" That naughty prince sure got the beating of his life . We gave a some souvenirs of the beating party to . He will have to tend to his broken bones for months. He will learn never to stand in the way of greatness again. hahahaha" said Mirul without any form of remorse.

All Siin did was relax and plan through his next move while Mirul continued to run his mouth. "

" You see. Wether people like it or not . The Arab Gulf would soon be United under the powerful emblem of General Hozayn. My good boss. And then I shall be appointed the post of a general or a minister or a governor or...." Said Mirul , before the praises of the drunkards had cut him in.

" Mirullllll!!!. The great sniper of our time. It's a honor to drink on the same table with you." Said one of the drunkards as he stood to his feet and enacted a military salute before staggering around to regain his balance after the impact of stamping his feet on the ground.

" A carton on beer on this table. Waiter don't keep us waiting . We are having the time of our lives." Said Mirul in a bossy aura.

" Our boss is back.! You damn waiter be fast with the drinks before we break your legs. " Said one of the drunkards with a ruthless scowl on his face. The waiter ran towards them with a carton of bear not wanting to get his leg broken for no reason.

" They fail to learn from history. When that waggy and loud mouthed Kaltumi was blowing her trumpets on the media news against Al Hozayn , she received many warning letters to stay off the Generals trail. She blatantly ignored the warning. She was just lucky to have caught the generals fancy. He forgave her and still wanted her hands in marriage. Oh what a Merciful master I serve. But girls can be dumb to reasons. She turned down his request and kept going against his wills. Well one to many and the camel back was broken. I guess that loud mouth of hers is sipping the magmas of hell as we speak." Said Mirul as he burst into a laughter.

" You bastard. You just made my work easier for me." Whispered Siin to his self. There was no need to give Mirul the t*****e test. He had confessed to his crimes and had no remorse about it. Siin felt like running towards him and amassing a dagger down his ribcage, but he knew, that it would only blow away his cover. He sat quietly waiting for the right moment to execute his plan. There were existed a thousand ways to kill a rat without shedding blood and Siin had came up with one way to Cleanse this lousy mice without shedding a drop. He had mixed a vile of arsenic and zylocaine solution. Arsenic was a well know substance, that was highly poisonous. It killed it's victim without giving them much warning. He had added Zylocaine which was a numbing agent that took away the sensation of pain on the part of the body it was administered. A small syringe that was less than the size of a datefruit seed and an even smaller syringe, was what Siin had used to pack the lethal substance. All he needed was to come up with a new plan as there was no need for a*******n and t*****e. Mirul had confessed to being an accomplice in the death of Kaltumi. At this point , it didn't matter to Siin wether Mirul was the direct killer or not all that mattred was dropping the stone and it was Time for Mirul to be dropped.

" To the great Hozayn!. The future of the arab gulf. The bringer of peace and the saviour of Salda Kalif. " Shouted Siin as in the voice of a highly pretentious drunkard. He hard turned towards Mirul and his group of drunkards and signalled a toast to them with his bottle.

" A fan . A wise fan. I love your insight . Come over and feast with us." Said Mirul who was almost drunk to stupour.

" People don't know how great Hozayn is. He may have his lapses but compared to his chicken hearted rivals he is a gift to the arab league. " Said Siin as staggered to the ground ,fell down and stood up again before commencing his trip to their table .

" Easy there young lad. Don't break a bone just yet . I will like loyalists like you by my side when my time to taste wisdom comes. " Said Mirul and gulped down another bottle of beer without giving it a break. Siin was particulate about the position he wanted to occupy on table, he wanted to seat near Mirul so it could easier for him to execute his plan. His affixed moustache and beards had totally transformed his identity, plus he staged a pretentious limp in his left leg to make him look like a cripple. His tone of voice was overly lousy with a thick Arab accent to it.

" I want to sit near the great sniper Mirul. I have heard severally of his great struggle in the quest for unifying the Arab league. But what makes me like this super soldier is his unrivalled loyalty for general Hozayn. Sir it's an honor to come eye to eye with you. " Said Siin as he staggered his way and shoved himself in between of the drunkards and an excited Mirul.

" I like this lad . Your ability to recognize greatness would open the doors of favor to you. You all should learn from him. See how he sorts my closeness like I am royalty. He knows what the future holds and he knows I hold a great future. A plate of fresh fish for this young lad."

" May the days of the benovolent Mirul be long. " Said Siin as he gulped a mouthful of beer in his mouth and sang a short song of praise in Miruls name. Mirul and the drunkards kept on singing the song which was a sub set of a popular Arab song. To Siin , he was singing Miruls funeral hymn but to them it was a merry making charade as Usual. The hynm had hightened and Siin began to dance. He held his lethal syringe in his hands and a flash of succinct footwork, fell crashing on Mirul. At that short moment, he had successfully injected the lethal substance into the thighs of Mirul without Mirul even knowing due to the amount of alcohol he had ingested.

" Oh Lad calm it down. Calm it down. Keep some of the excitement for the day I will be crowned minister or commissioner." Said Mirul as he helped Siin up to his feet.

" Yes. That would be a heavenly moment. Even the angels of hell would share in such a glorious appointment." Said Siin in the voice of an excited young man.

" Indeed they will. I hear that killers like us are admired by the Devil himself. Who knows he may send me angels to celebrate my feat. Hahahaha." Said Mirul as cackled louder in excitement and gratitude the bottle of beer was giving him.

" Since you killed , Lady Kaltumi , then I bet the angels of hell are already here . " Said Sin and laughed out loud in a alcoholic frenzy.

" That Kaltumi was no lady. But umm. Her skin was the softest thing we ever touched. Every bit of taking her misarable life away from her soft body was just so memorable. I really hope to replicate the feat again. We all agreed that General Hozayn was a man of high taste. Indeed Kaltumi was tasty. Hohahahahha." Said Mirul and stamped his feets vigorously in salute to Siin whose eyes had moistened.it had took him great self control to prevent himself from smashing the bottle on Miruls head. He knew the d**g would soon start taking effect and it was time to escape with a clean kill on the sheet.

" Seems you had the time of your life with the young lady. I envy you a lot. Let me take quick piss. I would be back. But if I don't . Say my regards to the angels of hell. " Said Siin and let out a cackle before limping off.

" I sure will my young lad . I sure will. Damn this mosquitoes in Salda Kalif,they bite like bees." Said Mirul as he scratched his tighs at the exact point which Siin had injected the substance.

" They snipped at you to.. hahahah. A mosquito taking a shot at a sniper. " Said one of the drunkards who kept coming in and out of stupour.

" Yes . I think one got me really good on my thigh here . It really hurts a lot." Said Mirul still scratching the spot and it's sorroundings.

" Pour some beer on the bite. Alcohol neutralises the poison of the mosquitoes." Said one of the Drunkards who cared less about the bite. He wanted some peace of mind and wanted everyone to shut up.

" Poison he said. Since when did mosquitoes turn to snakes. ? Hohahahahha.man you never should have left high school to early. Poison man. " Said another drunkard who seemed to be the Happiest man on Earth for reasons even he , knew not.

" Damn you all this pain seems to have spread over my leg. It really hurts a lot. " Said Mirul who had began to sweat profusely. His breathing became fast and the bottle of beer soon fell of his hand.

" Water . I need water . It's so hot in here. " Said Mirul as he unbottoned his shirt to militate against the burning sensation that eloped his body.

" Drink the bear man. Water is for little girls.hahhahaa." said another drunkard who seemed to be the only one that had escaped stupour hood.

" Get me water you wench! Before I blow the shitty brain out of your head you bum! Ah it's so hot." Said Mirul as his ability to breath became more difficult.

" Oh Mirul. My head is now your target. You forget we are your loyal boys. Hahaha. We will have to stop drinking alcohol soon." Said the drunkard who could only see and hear ,but was too far from reality to comprehend a thing. The other Drunkards who managed to speak were mumbling words that were in audible. Mirul was dying amidst his group of drunk friends and people around had no idea what he was going through. He tried to stand up but could not feel his feet. The lokomotive signals that stirred motion in limbs had been fried by the actions of the arsenic in his veins. His sight became blurry and soon his his balance on the Seat had been compromised as he crashed to the ground with a thud, throwing the bottles of bear that were on the table to the ground.

" Oh no Mirullllll...... You are spoiling the feast. You spilled my bear . Oh Mirul!" Groaned the sane drunkard as he rushed to the floor to save the remainder of his beer from oozing out of the bottle. He couldn't bring his sanity to care about Mirul who had been twitching on the ground amidst the loath that came out of his mouth. " The Bartender and other customers had gotten hold of what was happening and rushed towards the scene.

"Oh my goodness. Is he dead?" Said a man as he rushed towards the motionless body of Mirul.

" He is not breathing. Please call an ambulance. I think he may have been poisoned." Said the bartender. As he placed his ear on the chest on Mirul to ascertain if his heart was still beating. As for the breathing it had ceased and even the drunkards could fathom that. The presence of people had smacked off their stupour hood away. They were all now sane enough to comprehend what was happening even though it felt like a dream to them.

" Please call an ambulance. I think this man is dead." said one of the men in the crowd as waved his head slowly in pity.

" I have called an ambulance. They are on their way ." Said another man who stood gazing at the lifeless body of Mirul.