A story of Action!

Action 1-- wink
     The signal was given. Everyone entered the courtyard, their breath visible in in the air. It was a cold night, the kind which the police were not normally out. The signal which had been given indicated that the deal was about to begin; it had taken a lot of work to get that much crack into America from Mexico, so I was taking every precaution to protect it. I gave the signal to the buyers, a simple wink of the left eye, and they pulled out their money. They handed me $100,000 in cash, and I trusted that it was all there; I was not one to be conned. They got in exchange 2 kilograms of crack; a very respectable amount.

Action 2--slap
     I ran up to the man which I had been paid to kill, smacking him as hard as I could on the back of the head. This dazed the innocent man; for he had not seen such a blow coming. Taking advantage of this, I knee him in the gut, causing him to keel over in pain. I then pull out my knife; my personal favorite to use as a weapon, and slash at the man. He yells out in pain as my knife met his waving arms, blood pouring out of every gash. I was getting irritated at his cries, so I punch him in the neck, choking this man. I take advantage of his vulnerability and quickly run my knife into and through his throat, ending him. There is blood everywhere, and my knife is filthy, so I wipe it off on his clothing, keeping it nice and clean for the next target.