STAINED

Charlee

That night it's all over the news, Officer Birmorff commit suicide with a signed note of the bad deeds he's caused and unrest he's been having. See, I'm not a bad guy, I just do the necessary things the law can't. I've killed so much bad dudes, the streets started calling me the Terminator. And I freakin like it. I did the job well, now, its pay time. Sure, it's some sort of blood money but, it pays the bills, keeps me fed, and a level of vengeance ascertained.

Charlee, not "ie" Charlie, "ee" Charlee. He's like our intermediate. The mercenary doesn't know the boss and the boss doesn't know the mecenery. It makes it easier to kill a former boss without knowing and easier to maintain ranks. Few of us go for the highest bids while the less skilled go for what they can handle. I in particular have no price lust or lost, I'm just getting paid to kill people I would kill for free. Really bad people the world could do better without.

Almost at our usual meeting point for the payment, I smelt a fishy rat trailing me like I've got cheese in my pocket. I kept my cool, didn't even flinch. I did this exact same thing to a victim once, I could hear his heart pounding. I almost felt pity for that guy. Then, I remembered how he poisoned a small village's water supply. I chuckled a bit at the unusual de ja vu scenerio. Well, de ja vu-ish. He was good, I could barely hear his ominous breathing. At this rate, he can kill one of me out of a hundred line-up. "Who the f**k hired you man, that guy was seriously broke to have hired you" I said grinning from chick to chick. "Hmmmmmmmm, I was beginning to doubt the terminator, but no matter how good you are, you need to pay attention to the numbers." he said without reveal his face. Whooosh!!!! Goes a shurikan right past me face. I only dodge by a nanosecond, few more, and I would be paying for my sins early. I smiled outside but inside I was clueless of my next move. They must be really good fighters to aim at the top of the food chain. "did I kill any of ya brother's, don't expect an apology, its just business." I said chuckling through the last statement. They finally showed their ugly faces, though, the were very handsome. Looking like a arms dealer I took down a couple of years back. Got all the money and the looks, and apparently, haemophilia. "killing's the business, you just became a target, that's all". Well, f**k Charlee, I actually thought I was getting on his good side. They charged at me with small daggers aiming high and low. I jumped over the guy that went low, obviously seeming less skilled, but the red hair punkass almost got me right at the throat. I held his hand twist it to the back while I used my heel to kick the blondie, who went low in the hind. It was on now. Red hair guy tries a back fist hitting my noise and blonde boy hit me with a jumping knee to the back of my neck. It was starting feel like training back when I was in juve but it was smelling more like losing. I picked myself up and wiped the smile off my face. It was time to flip the kill switch. As I sedated the stronger one with a low blow, I swiftly gave my blond friend another hole to breathe right on his neck with his own knife. One down, now it was fair.

Meanwhile, Charlee was in his Inn counting his share of the money for my head. "Linda, bring your ass over here, lemme show you what little Charlee's got in store". As the almost naked w***e walked steadily towards Charlee, two corpses came flying right at Charlee. "sighs! bastards" exclaimed Charlee with a cigarette at the side of his mouth."hey Charlee, job's finished man, pay up" I said blankly. He tosses a filled bag to me from a table in front of him. "hey man, I told them not to take up the job" he said with a sick smerk. "com'n man!!! it's just business, just pray no one wants you dead, cause I might even take the job 50% off". He laughed, probably thinking that I won't really have the chance to take such a job since he's the intermediary guy. He doesn't know I've got customers who don't even know what I look like but communicate with me with a private line for more personal kills. If a job is solely on malice, get another gunner for hire, I only squash the rotten eggs.

Charlee had worked in the military so he's no stranger to infield action. He left the ranks after a series of accusations that he used covert missions to target bounties on the side. Those accusations were true but I only can confirm this as far as I know. Weeks before every mission, he'd browse through bounties in the proximity and make them colateral damage. The sorries and my bads can be exchanged later or, flush it down the drain will ya! I saw Charlee go off target and kills a seemingly innocent bystander. He doesn't express remorse or signs of err. I was on a job then too, and wanted to throw in his own life as extra but decided to go on research. Turns out, the innocent bystander was number 7 on the bounty rank, wanted for human trafficking. What a fucker. With time, our paths clashed and now, I want to kill him, but, not for free. The look in his eyes when I came said a lot. His looks sounded like,"die already you sonofagun". I wasn't ready to die, not when all the other agents lived. If it were that easy, I'll kill every last agent but it's not. As long as people like me exists, the world is never safe. So, I use the price tag on agents to eliminate them. it's business but, it gets the job done.

Now I was certain Charlee wanted me dead, he's been stairing at me strangely all day. I left and hide out of plain sight waiting for his boys to fish me out and waste me. A work buddy of mine, Joe, Charlee probably killed him. But why, well, now was not the time for things like that. Buffy and agile men came out of the inn and I was surer that my Charlee wanted my head. I had no choice but to kill him then, and this one won't be an accident. I guess I'll have to cash in that extra I ran away from before.

It was a complex situation but what I wanted was a simple plan that even a baby assassin could understand easily. I was able to lead them down an alleyway, then, it was all improvision. How the heck was I gonna take down 10 muscles, easy, smoke. Smoke as in smoke bombs not Canadian louds. I blurr the vision of everyone after their, then, its kill time. Rule 1. of this business, always be armed and ready. I had all the tools; a G18, smoke bombs and lethal training. "smart people" I complimented as only 5 followed me down the alley, probably incase I kill them, the rest will re- strategise, which means I'll have to do same. I did my initial plan on the 5 people that came with me and with the aid of another smoke bomb, I went to a different alley, opposite the one I killed the first five, and climbed to the roof. They were still planning an attack strategy at the time, but I had planted a bomb in the alley I left, right under one of the bodies, which I can safely detonate from my current location. So much for simple planning. They hadn't even noticed I had left the alley. As the entered the alley, boom goes the fireworks. Truly, a magnificent display, a sight to behold. As I walked towards Charlee's Inn, singing starboy by the weeknd, I concluded that I would make his death painless. And, it looks like we're gonna need a new intermediate. I pipped through the glass doors of the bar to see a ready for war hunk with whores holding rifles. I expected more from a former soldier. He was clumsy to give his plan away just like that. Or maybe I scared him a little. I never really thought of the inn to have a back door. There was no need to think about it, I go there, get paid and leave before I get invited for a threesome.

Bombs then. It feels like I've it was world bombing day because all my plans lately involved explosions. I concluded anyway, promising to get info on any bombing crisis on the news. I wanted to be sure I wasn't the only one using bombs tonight. I set a bomb at the door then detonated it almost immediately I was out of arms way. With the rubble concealing my location, they all open fire blindly as expected. Such inexperience deserves no mercy at all. As Charlee orders a cease-fire, a grenade flies out of the smoke into the inn. Sorry, let me rephrase that, I sent a boom boom into the room. And it went boom. I danced into the inn and looked at the m******e of mortally wounded prostitutes, even slapped one on the ass jokingly. Then, Charlee, laying with his back up power about to give up. He muttered something but I didn't hear. "what did you say Brah, could hear you over the screaming sluts" I said with a sadistic smile. "you ain't gonna get away with this you prick". "I think I just did" I kicked him hard in the head but didn't break his neck. If he wasn't dead, he will be before his body decides to gain consciousness. Not like it mattered, I was gonna turn this incident into a gas plus cigarette scenerio. It was ameteur yes, but no one can turn that many explosions into any other accident. I had to clean all traces. I cleaned up the alley and brought those guys into the in to make it look like they were all caught up in the explosion. I took all the money there and also, Charlee's Mecedez Benz 4matic. And drove to Aurora's place. A computer geek but man! she's f*****g hot. She usually cleans up my messes. Also, I needed a little ass, all those looking at bitches turned me on a little. As I drove, I deleted Charlee's contact faster than I deleted him.