Lol sorry. This is turning into kind of a story now.
"Chucky" Lee Yago is dead.A Merchant's Last Sale
I thought of it as calling in sick.
I had done two hits for the organization; both were in a two week period. Of course they were probably the most satisfying hits I had ever done in my killing
career. You could say the past weeks have been the pinnacle experiences of my life, but that would be an understatement.
This was my life, my source of income. Oh how much I wanted to do another hit after that preacher. I was a scrawny teenager looking for his latest fix of mind controlling substance. I wanted it, and I wanted it now, but of course my logistic side of my mind would take over. Think about it you idiot…the time frames would be too diminutive. Local intelligence isn’t that stupid. They would connect them to you!
I decided to lay low. I spent my time trying to figure out something to do, but there was nothing. Jogging, exercise, mental stimulation. It wasn’t enough. I decided to try something I had used back in the old days. Finger Push Ups. Yes FINGER
push-ups always shooed this feeling away. But it wasn’t working. What the hell? Was it my long hiatus? Was I gone for so long that I needed it more than ever?
Ugh this is what convicts in solitary confinement felt. No wonder most of them went insane. They had no one to talk to, no one to listen to except themselves. This type of lifestyle constricted many choices that normal people had………………f*ck it
It was almost noon. I walked out onto the sidewalk. Cars were zooming by. Locals were strolling down the sidewalks taking their mid day walks talking about the nonsense they hear from Weasel News. I took a stroll to the local internet cafe. It was busy, but people minded their own business. Every single person was locked onto their screens, surfing for answers or information.
I logged onto the secure bulletin. There was an open contract. I checked it out.
"Chucky" Lee Yago. Local Chinatown Guns Dealer. Triad affiliated. Use of shotgun required. I meticulously scanned over the information, getting everything figured out and planned. I purged the browser, erasing any history of my viewings.It would be tonight....
I had killed some time. Got a nice early dinner, went back home to get supplies and necessities. I suited up and put my combat shotgun into a duffel bag. Boy I hadn't used it in a long time, but I knew what I was capable of. I walked out into the cool night. The street lights were on and the passing cars lessened every few minutes. I strolled around for a suitable car until I found what I was looking for. A black primo. Oh was she nice...black leather, unscathed paint. That didn't matter though. I would have to drop her off at a safe point and imagine her being pulled apart into scrap. What a brootal way to end a car. Anyways...
It was time to head to Chinatown.
I had heard of various gun dealers and one being in Chinatown was no surprise. I drove passed the location scoping the area for any trouble. It was clear. I parked a block away, grabbed the duffel bag and headed off. I was walking on the sidewalk and saw the railing next to the stairs that would lead down to "Chucky". I looked behind and at all the spots that I would be waiting at if I knew someone was going to kill me. I slipped into a dark alleyway and dropped the bag. I took out a black ski mask and unclipped the safety on the shotgun.It was time
Adrenaline pumping, I got into my mental state that got me through all the tough times. Finally...
I swiftly walked to the stairs and made my way down holding the shotgun ready for anything. I peered through the door window and I couldn't see any silhouette. There was light, but nothing that stood out. I tried the handle. *Click* Slowly swinging the door open, shotgun aiming in first I had walked in. There was a Tv on somewhere inside, Chucky was here.
I peered to my left and there was a small storage room, not any bigger than the average walk in closet. Empty unless you count boxes collecting dust. I moved my sight farther in and saw tables. On top of them were various guns and army graded weapon boxes. This guy was serious.
I moved in more and the sound of TV got louder and more defined. The sound was coming from the left and that's where I headed. Shotgun pointing I saw a figure sitting next to a table with his back to me. Eyes stuck to the TV, both hands working on a bowl of instant noodles. I breathed in. My adrenaline was at its peak. My peripheral was blurred with the center of my vision clear as can be.
"Chucky!" I yelled out. "Yeah?" He replied back, his head tilted toward me, but his eyes were still glued onto the television. I walked up to him and shot a kick to his chair. "What the hell!?" he yelled back falling to the floor. He was now staring at me realizing I wasn't one of his Triad friends. Eyes wide open staring at the barrel of my shotgun.
I pulled the trigger. *blast* [use your imagination]. A whole lot of nasty spread across the room and some onto the tv screen. He was dead.
My senses were still flooded with adrenaline. I stared at the lifeless body of "Chucky". My eyesight was clearing up. Ringing from the gun blast was still loud as ever, but I heard feint yelling and running upstairs. The contract stated there would be retaliation from Triads. I ran towards the door and swung it open. I looked back and saw two triad men running down the stairs. Err
I don't enjoy killing people outside of the contract, but if they conflict my safety and my identity it would have to be done. I ran up the stairs dodging fire from behind. They would chase me wherever I go
I swung my shotgun around and aimed at the door I came out from.
*Blast* *Blast* *Blast* I was far enough for the spread to not be lethal, but if they didn't survive so be it. I pumped the shotgun and leaned it onto my shoulder and ran.
I ran into the alley and collected my bag and ran to the car. I heard yelling and screaming from where I came from, but that was over now. Trying to catch my breathe, I got into the primo and drove off to the drop off point.
I collected my thoughts and knew that was a clean hit. The drop off point was inside a construction sight. The sounds from the tires onto the gravel made a distinct sound when I drove. I got out and collected everything cleaning the steering wheel just in case.
Breathing into the cool air and the moon light shining bright, I smiled into the night sky ready as ever for my next fix....