Assassinate!

Chapter 5

Beep beep beep.

Ethan groans from his deep slumber. It’s only 4 in the morning, but his dad won’t let him have more sleep because it’s time for daily training routine. Sure the world is not actually very barbaric right now, but nonetheless George wants his sons to be ready at all times. It’s their agreement to train hard everyday for the sake of their masters.

Ethan makes his way down in his sleeveless gray suit and black trousers, messing his already messed up hair. From the corner of his eyes he can see Mason is literally sleep walking as they make their way to the gym.

George Black is already waiting in the gym doing his usual warm up sessions. And soon Ethan and Mason join him and in just a few moments they are engage in a fierce friendly sparring. The smell of sweats and testosterone are filling the gym as the three men of Black family are sweating their asses off.

They keep on sparring until the sun begins to rise, they need to stop the burning in their lungs and spasming on their muscles as they each need to prepare for their day to start. As Ethan and Mason wipe off their sweaty face with a little towel that they prepare, George approaches them and gives them a stern warning,

“You both did good with the training; I want the both of you to always keep your eyes open. Mason you have to stay alert at all times, even though Jennifer is still in college but she’s a pretty easy target for them out there.”

“Of course, she’s an easy target, dad, I can’t believe I spent my college years guarding such a dumb bitch.”

“Watch your language son, she’s still your superior. And you Ethan, the number of assassins that aim for Caleb is drastically increasing, I want your ears and eyes to stay open 24/7.”

“Dad, I can’t follow him around like a stupid little puppy. You promised I can do my car service in the afternoon and do that job at night.”

“That was before the leakage, Ethan. The leakage is a very serious matter, the company never have any leakage, it means there’s a traitor among us. We need to be extra careful.”

“Why don’t they learn some self-defense? It sure gets annoying when they can’t do s**t but whip like beaten dogs.”

Mason grumbles under his breath, Ethan doesn’t miss that and he smirks at his brother remarks. What Mason said is not entirely wrong, with assassins hot on their tail, Caleb and Jennifer should at least learn some basic self-defense mechanism, at least with that their job will get slightly easier. But instead of taking self-defense class, what Caleb has been doing is just displaying his stupid luxurious ass in front of the assassin’s guns as he does party here and there. Ethan swears he’s got triple the targets since Caleb handles the company a year ago.

Some assassin agents who’s pretty young can easily slips into college, that’s where Mason comes in. Jennifer is a dumb f**k; she’s been eyeing Mason since God knows how long. Every time she sees Mason in college ground, she will flirtatiously lick her lips or throws her body against Mason, and it’s very uncomfortable, not to forget very disgusting. It’s almost as she doesn’t understand the danger that comes for her family. Maybe it’s because she’s the youngest child of Smith family, or just because her parents pampered her so much that it’s sickening.

 Ethan sighs as he thinks about how troublesome the Smiths are. But he has no right to complain, because as what his father says several hundred times over; the Blacks should infinitely comply to whatever the Smiths needs, whenever wherever the Smiths are, the Blacks must be ready at all time and even prepare to use their own bodies as shield if it means protecting the members from Smith family. It sounds illogical, and very traditional not to mention it doesn’t make sense. What era is this to hold onto a contract that was written over a hundred years ago? Ethan can’t comprehend why his dad is very obsessed with the contract. But what can he do when that’s basically his life since he enters this world?

“… so you can open your car service, but always have your phone ready at all times. Do you hear me, son?”

“What? Yea, sure.”

What the hell was that? Ethan isn’t so sure anymore; he was so deep in thought that he missed what his dad said about a minute ago. He blankly stares at his father’s disappearing figure as he also makes his way through the wooden door. For now, he can just prepare to open up his car service center and before that he needs to charge his phone.

It’s 8 am, and Mason shuffles his bag before jumping out of his chair, making a haste for college. He never wants to come early; he doesn’t want that slut Jennifer to put her disgusting hands all over his body before class even started. Being her bodyguard is one, but he’s not her man w***e. Ethan decides it’s time for him to go too, there’s enough time for his majestic motorcycle to glide through the busy packed road in steady relaxing speed.

Ethan loves his baby, yes that’s how he calls his huge majestic motorcycle of a Harley. She of course is later named Harley. Harley is a gift from his father after he accomplished his 100th target, which was about 6 years ago, when he was merely a 20-year-old boy.

His Harley glides over the busy packed street of the city as he makes his way to his little car service center. He just parked his Harley when his phone chimes.

[Son, make sure you bring your phone at all times. Dad.]

Ethan groans at the constant reminder, he always has his phone close, for his phone never leaves his jeans pocket, besides what’s the point, most of the messages he got in the afternoon are just offers for credit cards and some operator texts, never something important. The important things always happen at night anyway, there’s no predator stupid enough to hunt their prey in bright daylight.

Just before he opens the garage of his service center, his phone rings again, a call this time.

“Da, I know, I bring my phone all the time, I just left home like 34 minutes ago, and not replying you doesn’t mean I’m neglecting you, well just a bit.”

“Have you done your ranting? Now get your ass down to Solomon Inc, it’s code Cobra. There are three of them.”

“Shit.”

Ethan hangs up and quickly shoves his phone on his leather jacket, before his Harley comes roaring again in delight. Code Cobra means there’s a sudden attack from several points, for as long as Ethan in this business, he has never encountered an attack in the morning. It looks like this time is a serious problem that the masters have let their dogs play in such a bright day.

As soon as Ethan sees the towering Solomon Inc building, he speeds up and make it there in record time. He parks his Harley on the roadside as he moves quietly but fast into the shadow. He opens up his jacket to reveal a set of small knives hidden under it. His hand moves back trailing the 12” tactical Bowie knife on his belt, his favorite; and for his safety net he’s got his Ruger SR40c on his holster.

He moves stealthily but fast, he’s got no rifles, and he has no idea who comes to cover for him. He’s on his own, and he has to save that brat’s. Caleb’s, ass from all these prying predators. Ethan sees a movement on his right, and he runs for it. He grabs 3 small knives on his hand and throws them at the moving figure. The man drops motionless as his knives hit his head smoothly. Ethan has no idea if these people come in group or they are from different agents that happen to come at the same time.

The world must have gone crazy now that those assassins are out at such a hour, Ethan moves again and as he turns to his side, he’s met with a flying dagger right in front of his eyes. He slides on his knees as he pulls out his 12” Bowie knife, he takes his stance as the attacker moves closer and quickly thrusts his dagger straight in front of his face, Ethan blocks an attack on his head as he slashes his knife to his attacker’s abdomen, he missed by a centimeter, he spins his knife and moves up his arm and manages to cut on the attacker’s upper left hand. It’s not enough, he needs to move faster, time is hot in his tail, he’s got to finish it soon, Caleb is probably on his way to the office and in a few seconds, he will be out of the f*****g elevator.

Ethan spins on his heels and moves his knife as fast as his hand can take it to s***h on the man’s throat, thanks to his daily training, he’s got his movement faster than what naked eyes can see. The man gurgles on his blood before his body thumps on the floor with his blood gushing out from the wound Ethan made a few seconds ago on his throat.

Ethan checks on his watch, he’s got 10 seconds. He runs as fast as his feet can take him to an open space, he can see the elevator is just about to stop. He sheaths his Bowie and reload his Ruger as he aims it at the man who stands ready to shoot as soon as the elevator doors are opened.

Ding

As soon as the elevator doors are open, Ethan takes his shot before that man can pull his trigger, and before he knows what the actual f**k is happening, his body drops dead. Ethan once more scans his surrounding, he won’t take any chances. The ground is clear. Ethan sighs in relief, his dad was right. He needs to be more cautious. This has never happened before. Ethan moves back to the shadow, he’s not in the mood to see Caleb, so he hits his dad’s number instead.

“Dad, it’s clear. Ask someone to clean them up. It got a bit nasty and I got one’s blood oozing on the company’s floor.”