My Spy Dude(Writings of My Boredom part 2)

The masked killer stepped out of the shadow of the door into the eerie light, cast by a yellow bulb hanging from the cracked ceiling of the hallway, placing his shadow over the lifeless corps lying in a pool of blood on the floor. As he crossed the small featureless room to the open window that he had entered through he suddenly began feeling remorseful for the man who had woken up a millisecond before he died. By the time he was silently stepping off the old New York fire escape outside the room of his latest execution, only two minutes had pasted from his time of insertion. I’ll probably end up the same way in a few years, he chuckled to himself as he casually walked into a dark alley near the fire escape.

lol...the things I think of when I'm bored