Handprint
"Leave a handprint," The first man directed.
"Why on earth would we do that?"
"You know - a calling card type thing."
The woman, tall and slick in her protective suit, brought her gloved hand to the wall above the body. Once she withdrew her hand, a dark red print was left. It dripped with the blood of the man lying below.
"Awesome," Someone muttered in a voice that suggested this was all a sick video game. But it was real life, and that was exactly why they needed to get out.
Now.
They stripped off their dirty gear and chucked it into a nearby trash bin.
And then, slipping down their sunglasses like a badass movie, they headed out the door, determined to never look back.
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