Black curtains, red walls, off-black carpet, no bed, no dresser, just piles of clothes strewn in the corner. I guess my mother was right when she said my life goals would be "Depressing", my aspirations, according to her, were always so "faulted". What is so wrong with wanting to an "Agent"?
I roll to my side and put a cigarette out, on the carpet. I rise to my feet and shamble over to the pile of clothes. I rummage for a pair of black jeans and come up with a pair of grey skinny jeans instead, that'll do. I put the jeans on and walk into my "Living room" which is also empty, other than the burn marks in the carpet. "Time to go get some work done I guess." I pull on a plain T-Shirt and step out of my house and into the utopia that is Los Angeles.
"This place blows..." I say to myself as I light another cigarette, I'm a bit of a chain smoker, and begin walking to my car, which was actually a bus stop. The bench creaks as I sit down on it, a chill runs up my spine as I slowly reach for my sidearm. This place...this "wonderland" had become a war zone since black sun started working against "gang activity". I could hardly blame them though what with Mercury Butterfly being labeled a "Gang" instead of a "Private Investigatory Service".
I'll explain who black sun is in a bit. The bus pulls up to the stop, I pull out my papers as I step on so the mercenary at the top of the stairs and see "who" I am. I forget who I am this week, is it "Bruce" or "Clark"? I like to name myself after super heroes just to toy with the intelligence that is a black sun mercenary.
I guess it's true what my mentor had said "Aiden, you're going to be a part of the disciples. I know black sun wants you but it takes a man of quality, intelligence, and cunning to be a part of the disciples. Everything that a merc is not."
You see I belong to an elite team of killers, not just trained to kill, bred to kill. From the moment a descendant of the "Wulf" is born they are hunted, captured, and slain. I am one of the lucky ones that was born inside of the walls. I was also lucky enough to actually have the blood flowing through my veins, my mother didn't understand why I was so proud of this. My blood line made me one of the most feared, powerful, and capable people in the world.
I had become a master at what I'd like to call "Turn-and-Burn". I spent a few days in a house, turning it into a base of operations. After those few days had passed I moved on to the "Burn" phase, you can figure out the rest.
Emergency responders sped past along with two fire trucks, the burn phase had been successful. Nothing would get through that fire, fueled by thermite and some gasoline.
My phone began to ring, as I reached into my pocket for it I noticed the merc at the front of the bus watching me. "Hello?" "Aiden I need to meet you at the com-" "Shut the hell up dude I got a hot shot nearby." "Oh okay, text me when you get rid of him." I hung up the phone and looked at the back window of the bus, glanced back at the merc, again at the window. I stood up and reached for my side arm.
The chill ran back up my spine, time slowed down as I pulled my side arm from the holster. I analyzed my area one last time.
One, Shoot the guard in the right lung, slow and painful death.
Two, Proceed towards his body and unload two more shells into his chest just to be sure his defib unit doesn't revive him.
Three, hit emergency stop button on the dash and proceed to leave as if nothing happened.
I begin to mutter a quick prayer to myself as I stand
"Humanitas est mortuus. Fiat voluntas eius." I draw my pistol, acquire my target, exhale, pull the trigger. I imagine what his lungs must be doing right now, filling up with blood. Hemothorax would be the cause of death in this case, again I fire two shots into his chest just to be sure he won't be getting up.
This is what my bloodline allowed me to do, analyze a situation and replicate the analysis in a heartbeat. This whole ordeal had happened with such precision, I would even call it medically precise. On the downside of things this is when I began to fade out, the blood actually took over my nervous system. I never knew how to properly flee a murder and I still have no idea, again this is all in my blood.
Suddenly it all comes back to me, I can see again. I awaken from my extended dream state and try to get a grasp on my location. I don't recognize anything so I pull out my phone and load up the GPS (this thing had become my best friend). "New York, New York." I stared in disbelief as I rolled over and looked out the window of the apartment I had awoken in. This is the first time I had blacked out for this long.
Phone rings. "Hello?" "Aiden...where the hell are you tracker says you're in New York?" I scratch my head "Yeah boss I guess I'm in New York." "Well good a contract just came in for that area." Jesus Christ can't a man wake up in a strange place and just relax?
