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"The Monkey's Paintbrush"

The love for my craft came from the smile I gave to every one of my many deranged customers. I knew the jobs I did were equally as deranged, if not more. I was a hitman in a way. My partner in crime and I are paid to take someone out and I send my little friend to pay them a visit. Who might be my little friend? Why, a pet monkey of course. My monkey, Snickers, and I had been in this business for nearly a decade at this point, and loved every minute of it.
Now you may be wonder what exactly we do, how do we kill using a monkey? Well, first we disguise ourselves as street artists, charging a small fee to have your portrait sketched for you by yours truly. As I'm sketching the monkey will gather your scent, thus tracking where you are that night so it can sneak in and kill you. Well, that's what we tell the customers how it's done. It makes us the more interesting hit-team in the business. What we actually do is the monkey puts a tracking device in the victim's pockets. We'd then track down where they were at and my monkey would kill them via his paintbrush. Why the paintbrush is his favorite murder weapon, I will never understand.
Today was going to be a rather interesting job. We had been hired to take down a woman's ex husband. I loved the idea of killing for revenge, but this one was something completely different. The ex husband was stalking her, following her around, never leaving her alone. Everywhere she went, he would be there shortly after. The message to us had to be sent cryptically online, but after the money was delivered, we knew exactly how to trap the guy. She gave us a photo of how to track the guy and off we went, setting our steps in motion.

After we got consent from the customer, I had the monkey positioned just inside the living room doorway. I gave Snickers the simple instruction, kill the first man you see enter the house. I double and triple checked to make sure that no one was going to come by the house, advising her to call any guy friends that might come by to stay away for the night. They all seemed to cooperate.
So I waited in my car, parked a little way down the road, as to not draw suspicion. As the hours passed by, I would use my phone to play sudoku as I waited. I took my eyes off her house for less than a minute at a time, just in case anything was to go wrong.
And go wrong things unfortunately did. Somehow the man must've caught on to what we were planning. Or perhaps the guy was just an idiot. I saw the silhouette of a man peering through the living room window where she was sitting, before pulling the window up and crawling inside, causing the woman to scream and attempt to run. However, the man grabbed her before she could even begin.
I was completely lost as to why my monkey wasn't stepping in. Come on, Snickers! I thought to myself. After a minute or so, nothing changed about this situation. I decided I had better jump in. I got out of my car and snuck my way to the front door of the house, on the phone with the police as I walked. 
As I made it through the front door, I made my way to the living room, and was attacked mercilessly by Snickers. The ex husband was appauled at first before laughing at the sight of a monkey killing me with a paintbrush. 

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