Phillip Lesbirel

The Hand that Serves Phillip Lesbirel

We are born; we live, and we die. For all of us this is the norm, but for some, death comes sooner than expected. Some die from natural causes; some from accidental death and some through the hand of others. This story deals with the hand of others; by assassins, hired by those who are greedy; those with a grudge; those who just want to get rid of a competitor or a partner who has outlived their usefulness. There is always someone willing to give death to those who pay the right price. To be a good assassin you must be invisible to all around you; skilled in the art of death and untraceable by the laws of a country or the world. To be able to travel and not be discovered as to your real identity. We have all seen spy thrillers where the Secret Service operatives from many countries appear to kill with impunity; but for a freelance killer, there is no protection from a government or support of an organization; you are on your own. How does a normal person become a secret assassin? How does anyone become who they are; a doctor, dentist, gardener, road sweeper or tradesman? Is it the lure of fast money or the lure of excitement; the thrill of the chase or thrill of death? If I could tell you the answer to that question, then I would be wanted by every criminal investigation unit throughout the world; but I cannot answer what is in the mind of another. Many have tried and some have even got very close but the criminal mind is as complex as any mind in this world. One has to understand what drives this type of mind so you can try and predict an outcome. Assassins do not advertise in the local press or on radio or TV; they are deep in the shadows and are contacted through various means; without a name ever being used. Do they have a life of their own or do they put their life on hold for a set time so they can accumulate wealth before retiring from the game? Our assassin has been operating for many years and is wanted in several countries for murder; but as yet, the police forces in those countries have no idea who he or she is; what they look like or even what gender they are; they kill; yet are non entities; they just don't exist. As for their victims; the assassin does not know them nor wants to. Their job is to terminate their life and they never ask the reason why; it is none of their business. Their job is to complete the contract as requested; to be The Hand that Serves.