Kill Fest

Like his gift for cards, Jimmy was a self-made gun for hire, teaching himself how to shoot and track those who were doomed and found themselves on the deadly end of his twin guns. The lack of formal instruction on the occupation of a hit man didn't hinder the young wannabe from New Jersey who picked up cards and his first gun at a very tender age. By 22, Jimmy was already deemed a threat to most Atlantic City casinos around the city and so headed west to the metropolis in the desert.

He like his competition knew that the boy pop star would be coming into town the night before his performance and like any good predator, he studied his prey's habits. He knew that Bear would be staying in the same location as he that week and planted himself within striking range. His plan was to score the singer before any of his competitors by hitting the pop star upon checking into the hotel itself. This would take everyone by surprise and exterminate the singer before anyone else had a chance to score him, thinking the others would attempt striking the vocalist at his performance or soon after. But an assassination as this would also require an exit plan as well. His was to hit fast as everyone ran for cover and slip out amidst the bloodbath. He like Aurora, gained euphoric bliss when making a hit. It was more than just business to him, less than personal but a sensation of power that for one fleeting moment in time… he was a God of someone's destiny.

After his encounter with the cowboy, Jimmy may have returned to the refuge of his hotel room but this was only to change from one suit to that of another. His red tie was replaced by a solid black which looked striking overlaying his new white jacket with thin dark pinstripes and matching slacks. His pit stop was brief, just long enough to don the new attire and head back down to hit the slots. But they were just an appetizer, for the thrill Jimmy Vegas truly sort was the company of a young lady.

Seated at the poolside bar, it didn't take long before a tall shapely blonde caught his eye. Although the 39 year old enjoyed the companionship from any and all members of the female persuasion, it was something about the fair haired blonde that he most adorned. She was not only blonde but the very shade he most enjoyed. The tint most often seen in dye jobs making her hair a lovely frosted white color that ran down the length of her backless, strapless black dress. She must be a dancer, he had in mind, due to her long well developed legs. She sat alone but Jimmy was not going to let her stay that way for long.