The Rouge Killer

Chapter 2

** Luca Prov **

I look down at the poor fat bastard we had just mangled. A little bit curious at what he did to piss someone off so much to add him to a elite hit list. But at the end of the day it was a job that provided me with money and travel essentials that I needed to survive and get out of this god forsaken place. “Make sure that he’s actually dead this time before we leave” my wolf Issac muttered. I rolled my eyes. The one dam time I had a shitty day and didn’t double check left us with a b***h of a scar on our shoulder and 2 months healing. Ever since he’s never let it go.. I kneel down and check his pulse and make sure he isn’t breathing.

“Happy” I grumbled back still frustrated at the stupid comment. “Yeah well forgive me if I don’t want wolfsbane and silver in our system again. That hurt like s**t last time” he snapped back. He’s got me there. I sighed and looked around the room. The poor bastard didn’t even stand a chance. I didn’t even need Issacs help this time. We were in the seedy part of town, in a old run down hotel motel that looks like it’s on its last stretch. Paint peeling off the walls and nearly every light flickering. That was even before I got here.. now. The bed is flipped on it’s side. Coffee table is broken in half. The bloke tried to make a run for it but honestly. Human against warewolf.. that isn’t even a match.. “let’s go before someone comes” Issac said. This time I have to agree with him. We made a bit of a ruckett I’m suprised no one has showed up yet.

“They aren’t going to be happy about this one, last time they basically fired us” I muttered.

“Well. By now they should know we don’t quit half way in the middle of a job” Issac said back. I silently agreed with him.

By now people know us as getting the job finished at what ever cost.

At the moment the whole world is a mess and people are taking advantage of making money at any means possible. Governments have been put down buy Kubal and wolf colonies like my old pack. And then there is the neutral zone where we like to be. Outcasts like us can live there peacefully. Very rarely are there humans in this Land but if there is they don’t survive very long. We belong to no one there is a small elite of us that exist and only on a need to know basis.

That’s where we like to be. In no mans land.

To our surprise someone picked up the phone like on the other end.

“Delta , Tango , Luna , Five , Zero “ I said firmly.

“Code canceled” the voice said.

“What? Why?” I asked annoyed I had not been told of the change in the role.

“ Job Terminated “ they replied back.

“ I was not informed “ I said angrily.

“Location?” The voice asked

“Kay Hotel, Room 69 , 119 Garla St Nixon“ I said.

“Status of subject “ the voice asked again.

“ Terminated “ I replied.

With that the phone clicked into silence.

A few seconds after the phone call a text on my phone came through.

JOB COMPLETE , PAYMENT NOT CONFIRMED, JOB CANCELED, CLEAN UP DISPATCHED ETA 5 MINUTES.

“Do you think they are holding out on us cause we pissed them off last time” issac asked.

“honestly I’m not really sure these days, but we need to get out of here before they get here” I said back.

I sling my backpack over my shoulder and head out the door to the left of the corridor. The exit sign flicking on and off pointing to the car garage down stairs. We need a ride. I look around at what is available. Wouldn’t get the car the bloke is from that’s obvious. There is a mini van to the left of the garage, can’t drive that quickly and zip in and out.. behind the mini van is a Toyota Corolla. Perfect. I though.

I jimmied the old car door handle right off until was able to get in and started fidgeting with the wires to get it going. Finally the car roared to life and we were speeding out of there before anyone could catch on.

We drove away in silence I can feel Issacs annoyance clouding with my own after the phone call but at the end of the day we hold a reputation and we don’t disappoint.

After a 2 hour drive from the city we arrived in a small town called Elta feeling comfortable with the space I placed between today’s events i pull into a small pub we regularly frequent. As I head into the pub I can already hear tonight’s festivities calling. People lingering around slowly filling up the old pub with live music playing in the background.

“The usual Johnny !?” The bar keep asks I look up nodding. It’s Thursday so Alex is running the bar tonight.

“Thanks mate” I reply. As I snatch the cold beer in my hands and down it quickly.

“Rough day at the office?” He asks.

Issac laughed in my mind muttering “ no f*****g idea” I smerked at his comment.

“Yeah , not too bad. Just the usual I suppose. Need a holiday” I say quickly hoping he will be satisfied with the response and leave me be. I find it amusing the humans like to interact with everyone, trying to figure out who they all are, most of them don’t know what the hell is going on in the world and just going about day by day as if there isn’t any worries or any wars.

How life must be.

When I first arrived in this little town it was refreshing. No one knew who the fck I was. No one knew the whispers. Know one knew of my history. It was a nice refreshment to the usual chatter. So I made up my name and identity. Mind you I have about 15 of them so it really dosn’t matter by now. But it is nice to have a bit of a new start again. “Keep em coming” I mutter as I stalk over to the corner booth. Alex nodded as he was cleaning up and making the rounds.