A Business Opportunity
I walked out of my squat to be greeted by an unfamiliar site. A pitch black reflective Cognoscenti, with two black Huntleys and two black Oracles parked infront of it. There were about 10 men outside the driveway, all with M4s and SMGs drawn. And then there was a man, about 45ish standing with some Aviators on, looking at me. I froze and looked at them, getting nervous.
"Who the f*ck are you?" I shouted to the men.
"Now now, there's no need for that language, Mr Langusti." The man spoke.
"How do you know my name?" I said back, happy that it wasn't my real one.
"It's only an alias, you needn't worry." He smiled back, and I frowned. "Why don't you come with us? We won't kill you or arrest you, don't worry."
"F*ck off." I'd had enouh of people coming after me. Anyway, how did I know these guys weren't Feds?
The ten men stepped forward. I stepped back. I primed my legs, ready to launch and sprint away at top speed, when the man raised his hand to signal that his men shouldn't shoot ot advance.
"You needn't run. We are here to ask for your assistance. I mean, it would be returning a favour, after all we did for you and your friends
." The man said, taking his glasses off to reveal his aging eyes, staring into me.
"What are you talking about?"
"About a month ago you and your Organisation had some legal problems. Some legal problems we delayed and even helped disappear.
It was in our best interests to see this Organisaiton prosper, and in the long run help us. Although you finished the irritating FiB agent off, we helped you stay out of their grasp while you did sort it out. Oh, how rude. I haven't introduced us or myself. I'm Mr Palmer, and I work for the Corporation."
I looked at Palmer and laughed.
"The Corporation? The Men in Black? Aliens? Haha, don't make me laugh." I'd heard of hundreds of groups called similar things.
"Sir, Aliens may not exist or may not have been found at the moment, but MiB definetly do."
I remembered hearing something about MiB beofre, and it came back to me.
"So what do you want from me, and my colleagues?"
"I want some favours returned. Through this Corporation, I can put you in contact with other clients, allies of ours, accquantancies, and even people who don't know the Corporation exists. Cops, soldiers, politicans, congressman, senators, mob bosses and even rich people who need faovurs done. We need competant workers."
"So you want me to provide you with errand boys?" I said, started to get impatient at standing there.
"No, hitmen, assassins, whatever. Listen, the FiB are off your case now. They've found they aren't getting anything from you and our guys have noted that they aren't watching your apartments anymore."
"Ok, so you want me to work for you?"
Two days later and I found a brown dosier on my coffee table in my Penthouse. It read:The target is at the CC building. We need you to kill him and cause chaos. You have killed cops in the past, maybe you'll enjoy it! We've left a black Maverick for you at a Helipad in Purgatory. Fly and land on the CC helipad then kill everyone. The main target is Jeffery Hughes, some big shot activist who's about to make a historic speech on the corruption of the political world and one of our clients isn't happy. Take care of it. You'll get $6000.
I burned the papers and drove to the chopper. I got inside and fonud approximately 10,000 rounds of ammo, and 20 RPG rounds, not to mention pipe bombs and grenades, shot guns and a package of C4. I flew and landed on the CC buliding, under a shower of hundreds of bullets. I jumped out, rolled across the ground and killed 10 cops on the roof and moved along. There was Jeff Hughes, arriving on time in a Stretch limo. He stepped out and saw the chaos of all the dead cops and jumped back in.
Too late, I fired an RPG into the back of the limo, back a nice explosion and burinng one activist, medium rare. I rolled back and soon found my self fighting wave after wave of zealous and angry cops, killing about 50-70 by sundown. I shot down a lot of choppers too, sending them spiralling to the gronud and exploding, littering the CC buiding with smoldering wrecks and corpses. Finally, as the sun crept down, I made my escape in the chopper. My first job for these quasi-governmental corrupt and mysterious Corporation was done.First of all this is an introduction to a series of difficult jobs I'll be giving to you fellows. They will be high paying jobs passed on from the Corp to us to do. They won't be your average, find this guy, kill him. They'll involve action, chases and the such. Some will involve retrieving drugs, others killing witness', but not in an average way.
The story will unfold and hopefully you guys will get some fun from these missions too. So keep your eyes peeled and be ready for action. Oh, and sorry for the wall of text and the double post, but this needed to be seperate from a generic hit write up. Later on.
Edited by El Zilcho, 28 February 2009 - 01:59 PM.