167 Why I Became A Contractor: Part 5

It was warm like my parents' hug and it was calming. The white room was very cozy as if someone had taken all of my weight at once. It was nice in there, I loved the quietness. I might as well get used to this quietness more. This was what Death felt like, comfortable and warm.

"This should do it!" A needle stabbed me in the neck.

The quiet room was no more. It got replaced by a dark abyss. I hadn't died yet. I was very sure that I died once I hanged myself on the ceiling. There must be someone that cut the rope. I opened my eyes slowly.

I was in my room. The soft pillow was on my head. The mattress was very soft. There was also this figure, standing tall with his M4 on his hands.

"I know I shouldn't be leaving a mentally unstable cinnamon roll behind," the same man that I saw on the hospital said.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I'm here since I decided to check on you, but apparently, I saw you hanging on the ceiling with a rope on your neck." That man walked around the bed.

I couldn't move my hands or my feet. He cuffed them on my bed. "Is this another rape scenario again?" I asked.

"Could be." He nodded.

"Hmph, why don't you kill me first and then do your business?" I said.

"It's quite funny you know? I had 100,000$ rewards just for killing you back in the hospital, but I refused to do it. But now, you decide to kill yourself," he said.

"So what? You don't have any rights to intervene with my life," I said.

"I do, actually. At least die by a murder sounds less idiotic than die by hanging yourself," he said.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Give me 100,000$ and I'll get out of your life," the man said.

"How am I suppose to get 100,000$?" Lynn asked.

"Well, since you ask that, I give you the second option in which you can work as a contractor and make some money with me. That way, you can pay your debt and maybe fulfill your death wish," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You and I are going to work together and like it or not, you'll give me 100k before you die and I won't let you die before you fulfill that," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"It might be easier if I explain it to you first." He released all of the cuffs on the bed. He helped me to stand up from the bed. He asked me about what phone I liked the most. It was a weird question, I just answered as honestly as I could.

"iPhone 8?" I said.

"Alright." He grabbed his smartphone and suddenly, a new phone appeared on his hands. He gave me the new phone and I set it up so it fit my personal information and my preference. He directed me to an app with a crosshair that was called "Armory System."

"Alright, here you go." That person pressed his phone and suddenly, I wore a tactical uniform. Yes, a black uniform with a black balaclava and a basic pistol.

"Call me Echo," he said.

"Wait... What???" A bazillion of questions appeared on my mind. I couldn't process all of the information with my head. It was too damn fast. The person that was going to kill me suddenly had to work with me.

"Look at your phone," he said.

I looked at my phone. There was a new notification. I clicked on that notification and it redirected me to the armory system app. It was a mission that I had to do.

[Safehouse]

A safe house for the CIA has been spotted in the mentioned coordinate. There's a VIP being protected there. FSB wants you to personally deal with her. Your service will be rewarded kindly by the Russian Federation.

Reward: [2000$] [Rep +++]

'Are you kidding me?' I looked at the job description which I didn't understand, but from the language of it, I had to kill someone.

"We have to kill someone?" I asked Echo.

"Yes. This is a little bit of favor that you have to do if you want to get easy money," Echo said as he walked out of my room.

I followed him from behind. I didn't care about any consequences anymore. If this would take me closer to death, I would do it without asking any question. Besides, at this point, nobody would care about what happened to me including my relatives.

There was a car in front of my house. It was a Chevrolet Suburban. It was similar to the feds that I saw on TV lately. He told me to sit down on the back of the car. He went to the front passenger seat and drove the car.

"Where are we going?" I asked Echo.

"A place where you can finish the mission and I get eighty percent of your payment," Echo said.

"Eighty percent? So the reward is actually 10 grand?" I asked him.

"Yup, yup," Echo said.

It only took them sixty minutes of driving and they arrived at the so-called safe house that had a closer resemblance to a regular house in the middle of nowhere. That house was located on the very edge of the city. It was located on a hill on the northside of the old city.

"Is this the place?" I looked at the house. It was a large house with a very large yard. The grass was freshly cut and the occupants were inside of that house.

"Yup, this is the place." Echo attached a suppressor on his assault rifle and he grabbed something from his holster. It was a gun. It was a gun, but it was bigger than a pistol and shorter than a rifle.

"You better use this MP7. I don't want you to die on your first day of this job." Echo got out of the car and I followed him from behind.

Without any question, Echo fired a grenade round at the gate of that house and I followed him from behind. I screamed once I heard the sound of an explosion.

"Relax, it's me," Echo said.

"It's not helping," I hid behind Echo's body.

He walked on the yard as he put down any target that aimed his or her rifle at him. His M4 took care of some of them nicely.

"Why don't you put the gun to good use?" Echo asked.

"How am I suppose to use this gun?" I asked.

"Pull the trigger after you aim your gun!" Echo shot at the CIA PMOO that was shooting at him with their weaponry. I pulled the trigger on that gun and nothing happened. Not even a bullet got out of the barrel of that PDW.

"It's not working." I pulled the trigger many times, but nothing happened.

"Look at the lever with bullet symbol. Is it still pointing on white?" Echo asked me.

I searched for a lever that pointed at white thingy. There was this small lever that pointed at a white box that could be switched to red or white. I switched the lever two times and pulled the trigger.

It produced quite a loud sound and the gun smacked my face since I didn't hold it tight enough. The gun flew to my face and fell to the ground. Echo slapped himself in the face as he saw me who was struggling to shoot one gun.

"Hold it firmly!" Echo shouted as he kicked the door of the house.

"Yes," I said.

I followed Echo to the house. Inside that house, the gunfight became more intense. There was always someone surprised us by shooting from a corner or shooting from a door. In short, they used their advantage well.

"Yo, you check this corner, I'll check the others," Echo said.

I complied and I walked in the opposite direction from Echo. I trembled as I held a gun in my hands. I was scared that anyone would suddenly shoot me in the head. Not that the thought of dying was scary, but I just didn't want to feel the pain of dying.

Suddenly, a door opened and I shot the gun at the door that was barely opening. A sound of a body dropping into the ground could be heard and I looked at the person whom I shot.

"Mommy..." It was a kid that was way younger than me. He could be around six years old. Blood was coming out from the holes that I made with my gun.

I felt nauseous. I dropped my gun on the floor as I saw that boy who was dying on the floor. I tried to help him, but the blood was rushing too fast from his wounds.

"WATCH OUT!!!"