SK Hit Round Two

John McPherson grumbled to himself as he made his way across the street to the Starbucks. They never treated him with any respect. He went to West Point, but did that matter to them? Of course not. It was always Rookie this and Rookie that. Now it was Rookie go get the coffee and don’t forget the doughnuts.

John made his way to the front of the line, flashing his badge and pushing past the normal customers. Government business, they understood. He ordered the coffee and the last two doughnuts. He decided to use the back door to make his way outside. There weren’t enough doughnuts to go around, so if he was buying then he at least was going to get one of them. Maybe even both. He wasn’t going to be a rookie forever. Next year somebody else was getting the doughnuts.

Finishing off the first doughnut, John noticed a rancid smell nearby. The second doughnut in the bag was suddenly not very appealing. The smell got stronger as he began making his way around the building and back toward the hotel and the others. He quickly spotted the tea urn sitting against the wall. There was nothing new or fresh about whatever liquid this was supposed to be. Taking a closer look, it appeared that someone was supposed to dump the urn but decided to take a smoke break instead.

Disgruntled ordinary customers were not the only one to see the pastry monger. John was too engrossed in his doughnut and now the urn to notice that he had been followed. He also didn’t notice his stalker pick up the lid to the urn that was propped up against the wall next to a lighter. No noise was made, at least not until the lid made contact with John’s head. Now barely conscious from the blow, John found himself unable to put up a fight as his head was pushed into the liquid he was inspecting earlier. When the movement had stopped, John’s killer left him with his head in the urn only pausing long enough to pick up the bag with the remaining doughnut. The black mood was lifting for the moment.