Electronic Kill Machine

Cash Money

The money gave Ant a sense of power. He felt as if he could buy anything he wanted. It wasn't unlike him to have one hundred thousand dollars in cash hanging around the house. He knew that when the cash was gone, he could get at least another $500K for the house itself. And if he needed it, well, the house was going to be sold.

As boredom set in months after Marina died, Ant decided to start his own business.

"Mercenaries," Jim Morel said.

Huh?

"Yes, mercenaries. I thought it was completely, totally ridiculous."

That dream Ant had always had about starting a professional hit man service, he was about to put it into action.

The business was, Jim explained, "With the kind of guys, like, you see in the movies: basically, you go there and you pay the guy and he comes in and he either really scares the person ... or kills them, or whatever."

Ant went to Jim one day with the concept. "I want to open a Website."

"Look," Jim told him, "I don't want anything to do with this, man. I think it's kind of, well, stupid."

"Okay."

Jim couldn't help but think that a professional contract killer, as Ant had said he wanted to be, would not want to open a Website and announce his intentions—or, dare we call it, his vocation—to the world.

"It just seemed like a really stupid idea." Then again, part of Jim thought—believed—Ant was just kidding. He was bored with life. He was rich, had anything he wanted. He needed something to keep him occupied

The cliché rang true: money cannot buy happiness.