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The Killer Dilemma 2

Part II

06/02/2014

"You?” continued Tim. "Are you our doctor AND theirs?”
"Psst,” whispered the Doctor angrily. "Business is business. This is big business. Now shut up.”

The Doctor looked around and asked in a clear voice how he was feeling. Tim paused for a second and explained that he felt exhausted and unable to work. Rreka reappeared noiselessly at the Doctor’s side and Tim felt the heavy hand on his shoulder again.  

"My dear boys,” smiled the Doctor, "Tim here suffers from a severe depression, probably triggered off by a traumatic experience. Did you kill too many rats last week?” 
"Depression?” said Rreka and spit on the floor. "This is the lamest excuse ever. I hate lame motherfuckers. Don’t you, Daku?”
"Indeed,” said Daku, squeezing Tim’s shoulder like fresh dough. 

In a split second, Daku pulled Tim’s arms behind his back and held them tight. Tim knew he would not be able to move in Daku’s gorilla grip. Rreka’s cold, yellow eyes appeared in front of his face.

"You stupid depressed fuckhead. You know what I do to little boys like you? Do depressed people sweat like you’re sweating right now?”
"What are you two doing? Have you lost your minds completely?” said Tim trying to remain calm as he remembered Rreka’s dangerous outbursts, which were never reflected in his expressionless eyes.  
"Maybe,” said Rreka and Daku laughed. "The loony is asking if we have lost our minds. Well, little Tim isn’t stupid, but did he think for a moment that we know?”

Tim could smell his own fear sweat. He had been right. 
"So,” he said, barely listening to his own words. "You wanted to kill me today, didn’t you? That was the job.”
"Bravo!” cried Daku. "We were going to be promoted after your death, prick. We earned it.” 

Rreka held a kitchen knife under Tim’s chin and slid the blade down his chest. Tim’s shirt fell in pieces to the ground. He froze.
"No wire,” laughed Rreka. 
They undressed him and searched for further spying device, but found only a small recorder. 

"Poor Tim,” said Daku in a pitiful voice. "He thought he’s fucking brave. You can look at it like this. Soon, you don’t have to work undercover anymore! You can be a hero now!” 
"You’re going to kill him?” asked the Doctor’s soft voice. Tim had forgotten him.
"Yes, sir,” said Rreka. "Boss’s orders. Or should we do it like with Snow White and send the Boss an ear? The nose? And then set him free?” 
The three of them laughed silently like hyenas. Tim felt the cold blade behind his left ear. 

"On the other hand,” said the Doctor, "he’s not wired. By sparing his life you could turn him over and use him within the police. I don’t even think he was sent by the police. Are they looking for you?”
The hitmen laughed. Great, thought Tim. This had been a phony operation. Daku released his arms, which felt dumb like the rest of his body. 
"This freak?” said Daku. "He’s no good for nothing. He thought we think him a killer ‘cause he uses big words. Like ‘suddenly’.”
"Yeah, ‘suddenly’,” mimicked Rreka. 
"You’re right,” laughed the Doctor. "That’s even a big word for the police. But! He’s been with them for some time. Don’t underestimate him. He’s young. He’ll learn.”
"Why do you care?” asked Rreka.
"Let’s say his mother is a dear old friend who needs regular visitations,” smiled the Doctor sheepishly. 

Tim felt sick to his stomach and his head was spinning. Lufti came in, pushing a tray table with a big wedding cake. 
"Boys,” he said firmly, "I have guests now. Go play somewhere else. This town is full of shitholes. Don’t use mine.” 
"Yes, we’re leaving,” said the Doctor politely. "My greetings to your wife and beautiful children.”
"Yeah, yeah, thanks. Now leave.”

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