The door stared at him expectantly. The keyhole was the equivalent of a blank page to a writer, prying into his brain. The key was in his hand, golden and shining, but he couldn’t raise that hand and put the key to the keyhole.
He knew he had to open that door. He always knew. But right now when it was finally time to do it, he just couldn’t. A part of him didn’t want to either. And that part was slowly bearing down on the other.
He looked down at the key sitting in his right palm and exhaled sharply. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple and onto his cheek before dangling precariously from his chin. He nervously wiped it off with his shoulder.
He still wasn’t so sure he really wanted to see what was behind that large wooden door.
He looked around for a bit and then at the door he had used to get in here, which was slightly ajar and a silhouette of a man could be seen outside. Looking back at the keyhole, he finally raised his hand again and put the key to the keyhole. The key was pushed into the hole with a faint sound and rotating it to its side, the door unlocked with a satisfying click.
He pulled the door out of the keyhole. The doorknob was cold and seemed to draw all his energy out of him. He turned it and slowly opened the old, creaky door. He raised his gaze from the floor to what was in front of him.
He stuffed the key back into the jacket pocket he had produced it from, and slowly walked forward.
The Magnum sat on the big plastic container shining in the little light that was given off by the bulb in the room he had just come from. The thought that that black mass was loaded, induced shivers in him. He hastily picked it up and stuffed it in another jacket pocket of his, not before assuring that the safety was switched on.
While turning back to the door his eyes drifted to the mirror hanging on the wall to his left. His forehead was filled with creases and his dark brown eyes no longer had the spark and liveliness they once did. They looked tired. The deep gash at the base of his neck was still sore and blue – green.
He turned away and walked back into the dimly – lit room. Walking past the furniture he got to the main door and stepped out beside the man whose brown leather jacket could be clearly seen out here at close proximity.
He slowly turned his eyes to the other man’s face and nodded. The other man grimly nodded in return and started briskly walking to the stairs they had used to get up here. They were both back down on the pavement in a couple of minutes and into the black car waiting for them in not more than ten seconds.
As they got in and the car started, the man was handed a file.
“Here’s your target,” said the man who handed him the file.
As the file was opened and the file photo of the target was seen, the man gulped heavily, the dark brown eyes fluttered for a moment and then welled up before he regained control of himself.