The swatter hit its target with deadly accuracy. The hunter had struck its prey; the bomber had delivered the payload on target, the marksman hit an inner 10. Was it pleasant to look at? All of the gooey shit that used to be the body, smeared all over the place like someone had unexpectedly imploded. Yes, but for all he cared he could have won the Olympics with 5 milliseconds to spare, cured cancer, aids and tumours pemanently, achieved world peace or just received a raise.
He sighed with great relief, but what now? Someone had to remove the fingerprints, clean up the blood and dump the body in a safe location. Sweat poured down his forehead. He masterfully navigated the transportation device into position and found some paper that was lying in the vicinity. “Should be able to get rid of it...” Carefully pushed the body onto it and lifted off.
He flew slowly, but steadily forward through the air. The floor of the transport was full of square shaped holes and by god; he didn’t want the body to drop through one of them. The dumpsite was right up ahead. Beneath him the rugged city terrain disappeared and soon he was soaring over open terrain, Mother Nature. Free to do what he loved, free to practice his hobby. He smiled with relief, almost laughed! “Finally! Who’s a pain in the ass now?!”
The body was out of the picture, but the crime scene was still a problem. He walked quickly into the bathroom; found some soap and two pieces of cloth. Half a minute later he was back. “Still no police or feds in sight...” The wet cloth, soaked in all sort of chemicals, swept over the scene. He used his long years of training, remembering to sweep in circle, wet the cloth regularly and to leave it so that it would dry. He went back into the bathroom and disposed of the equipment.
He sat down and dove right into the pages.
Something was wrong. There was a small...buzzing sound? Turning his head he saw the replacement, charging at full speed directly towards his face.
He went for the swatter.