Shooting Craps
Gathered in the hotel room, all parties agreed. The man had to be taken out. He was fast becoming a menace. The hit was so ordered. Each organisation was asked to provide their own assassin. That way it was guaranteed the target would be eliminated.
“Who is your man?” the leader asked of all groups in turn.
“R.V. Denada,” the Latinos from the South replied.”He is flying in today especially for this occasion.”
“Our man's codename is Oscar Wilde.” He is for us, offered the West coast group. “He may be gay, but he's a damn fine assassin.”
“Lee McCloud,” offered the people from the North. “He's new but comes highly recommended. Job done, no complications. He will do God's will.”
“Our man prefers not be identified.” stated the representative with Eastern accent. “Guaranteed, he will remove the target.”
“Good,” said the leader. “It is agreed, fifty thousand to each of the men now. A further two hundred thousand, to the man completing the job.
On the day of the hit. Lee McCloud returned to the North, he lost his bottle. After all he was just a simple Christian. R.V. Denada, was caught and deported as an illegal immigrant. Oscar Wilde couldn't make it, he'd had his car stolen. Nevertheless, the hit was carried out by somebody.
“So who actually carried out the hit?” asked the confused leader. “It's Friday, it's pay day. Who do we have to pay?