This short story was inspired by a dynamic picture on Pinterest. There are two parts to this short story.

"Now what?”  She turned to look at the general.

He heaved a deep sigh.  “Now we call the only two people that can help us.”  He almost grinned when Richards’ eyebrow twitched with irritation.

“Yes sir,” she responded with zero enthusiasm.  Great, she'd be graced with Mr. Whistler's shining personality on top of this fiasco.  Life was so wonderful. A deep rueful frown captured her features.

This story came about from a writing prompt: A cop needs a gfh (gun for hire) to catch a mass murderer. He doesn't get exactly what he expected.

"I make bad people disappear." Sometimes even those considered bad people do good things.