Cliffhanger
The man stood at the edge of the steep cliff. It curved outwards such that it was 'bent over' for the man to stand on it. He was young and muscular,his blond hair tossed to one side. His hands drowned in his deep pockets as he huffed furiously, yet waiting patiently for the Client to arrive. He wore a black leather jacket which waved in the wind. A muscle bulged out and the jacket was curved over his bicep. This particular man, Chris was in no way stronger than the Client. Although he had a sinewy build and could subdue 5 trained men armed with submachine guns with the disadvantage of being unarmed, he was nervous. He had never met the Client before though he had carried out many jobs for him. He didn't even know whether it was a man or a woman but due to the respect and power of the Client, he presumed it was a man. Chris was an important member of the Company, an organisation that carried out jobs for the Client from murdering people in a rather harsh and violent manner ...