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The phone rang. That was all that happened. Nothing crazy. Nothing to get upset about. But Tony was upset. Maybe that wasn't fair, but it also didn't stop him from ripping the phone out of the wall and smashing it. 

After that, it was real quiet.

He didn't like surprises. That was part of it. He also didn't like the sound of the ring. When he was expecting a call, he would stand right beside the phone and grab it before the ringing started. This call was a surprise, so that was one thing. 

Tony was also having a particularly bad morning. He'd killed a man that somehow refused to stay dead. It didn't make sense. He'd put seven bullets into the man, but the word was people kept seeing him on the street. Only in flashes, like he was some kind of fucking ghost. 

So, it was a bad morning. 

It would be a bad afternoon, too. This whole hit had shaken him up, even if he didn't want to admit it. There was something about the guy. He never seemed scared. He didn't act like scared people act. Tony was used to the behavior of those about to die. 

He didn't recognize it in the man. 

He crossed the office, stepping on broken pieces of phone. He huffed and his face was red. He should have been paying attention, because suddenly there was cold metal on the back of his skull. 

"Tony, I'm just returning the favor, man. No hard feelings."

Tony was going to tell Johnny to go fuck himself, but the bullet entering his brain took the words away. 

The gunman looked down and smiled. Then, he put four shots into the man's chest and one more to the side of his head. Tony was soup, now, but it had to be done. 

Johnny knew from experience...how easy it could be to come back from the dead.