168 Why I Became A Contractor: Part 6

Echo slammed my face to the ground. He shot his ME at a person that was shooting at me. Many holes were made on the body of that person. Liquid pouring out from his body, whether it was abdominal content or blood. It was disgusting. I puked on my balaclava.

"Are you ok? Jeez, that's gross." Echo helped me to stand up. He looked at the yellowish and black balaclava that I wore. It was stinky, but I couldn't hold it.

"This is combat, we don't have time to reminisce," Echo said. He kicked the door where the kid came from and shot his grenade launcher in that room.

I continued walking to the edge of the house while aiming the MP7 at anyone in front of me. I saw a hand coming out from a room. I shot at that hand in precaution. The person let out a very manly scream and countered by shooting his weapon to me.

Bullets started flying in my direction and suddenly Echo appeared behind my shoulder and he fired his rifle. He shot the person right in the head. "Ok, I'll clear the other room, are you ok?"

I just nodded and Echo moved to the edge of the house and cleared the other rooms. I couldn't do anything except for standing and looking at the professional doing all the works. I looked at the MP7. The magazine was empty, at least from the looks of it. I didn't have any idea to replace it nor have any idea on how to eject the magazine. I was sure that there was a bullet at least inside of that mag.

Suddenly, there was this pressure on my hand, as if someone had slammed my hand with a sledgehammer. I turned my body at saw that there was one man left and he was holding a rifle on his hands. I shot my MP7 and it only shot one bullet and it only landed on top of that person's hand. I didn't know what to do with that empty weapon, so I threw that MP7 at the person that was shooting at me.

Echo noticed the gunshot and he immediately ran to my direction. He noticed the person that was shooting at me and Echo shot him with his assault rifle. The person dropped dead on the ground and I was saved from imminent death.

Echo's face turned sour immediately. He was looking at my left arm. There was blood coming us from my left arm. It was the same arm where I felt the sledgehammer sensation that hit my hand. The bullet grazed my left hand, but it was more than enough to make me scream.

"Echo! Help!" I shouted at him.

"Relax, this wouldn't kill you," Echo said calmly as he looked at my wound.

He opened his medical bag and grabbed a garment scissor. He cut the piece of clothing surrounding that wound with that scissor and observed it. "Not bad, a bandage and antiseptic should do the trick."

"Stitches? I hate needles," I said.

"Too bad. In this line of work, the amount of needles that you will stab in your body is quite endless," Echo said.

"What??" Echo bandaged my wound slowly. He covered the wound with a waterproof bandage so I could resume my daily activity as a student.

He grabbed a purple pen from his medical bag and asked me to show my neck. "It will hurt a bit." He opened the pen and revealed something. It was a needle.

I flinched a bit once I saw that needle, but Echo held me back and he slowly injected the needle inside my neck. The prick from the needle felt deep and painful and it became more painful as he injected the liquid inside of my bloodstream.

"Yaaaargggh." Echo pulled the needle. "What was that? And why do you have to use a needle?" I asked.

"Fast-acting morphine. It should take effect soon. In the meantime, just bear the pain ok," Echo said.

"Fine," I grumbled.

Echo walked to the dead body whom he shot to death. That dead body was holding a treasure. "Oh boy, this should be a good weapon for you." Echo grabbed the weapon that the person used to shot me.

It was a brown assault rifle that was equipped with a tube on the end of it. It was equipped with a box sight and a stick that was attached to the bottom of the barrel of that rifle.

"FM Mark 17, long barrel, suppressed, and equipped with holographic sight and a vertical foregrip," Echo said as he looked at the rifle.

I couldn't understand anything about what he had just said, but I knew that it was about the weaponry. He also picked up the weapon that I had just thrown at the person who was shooting at me. Echo glared at me as he looked at the weapon.

"Great, you broke my MP7." Echo put his MP7 at holster and he gave the SCAR to me. "This will be your personal weapon. I want you to treat it like your own boyfriend," he said to me.

"Ok." I held that giant rifle with my hand. That rifle was very big compared to my body which only had a height of 155 cm.

That rifle bullet was also bigger than the MP7. Echo told me that the kick of that rifle was going to be way stronger than the kick on the MP7, but he also said that almost everything that I would shoot will be dead with a shot with that rifle. I just nodded at his explanation.

"Let's get out of here." Echo walked away from that safe house. I followed him from behind.

Bodies were laying down on the ground with a small blood pool surrounding each body. There was simply nothing good came out of that mission except for the money which was not my concern at that point. I was only looking for my death wish. Too bad the wound wasn't lethal enough for me.

"Go inside," Echo said as he opened the back door of his car for me. I went inside of that car and Echo went for the driver seat.

He drove away from that safe house. His next destination was my house according to the GPS map on the car. He asked me about my first time.

"How was it?"

"Very... Nauseating," I answered.

"Yeah. Well, that puke will be automatically cleaned so you don't have to worry about anything that might disgust you in our next job," Echo said.

"About this rifle." I looked at my SCAR-H that was being put on the seat of that Chevrolet. "Is it very good?"

"It's spec-ops weaponry. It will be more than enough for daily use. However, the 7.62 bullets that it chambered was quite hard to handle, even by professionals like me," Echo said.

"I see. How about my money then? When will I get it?" I asked.

A notification appeared on my phone. That notification came from the armory system.

[2,000$ has been added to account]

'Is this real? Or am I still dreaming in my dream?' I asked myself about the legitimacy of that payment. Echo seemed to know what my concern was and he immediately answered even before I asked.

"The money can be used once you set up a bank account. Of course, you can spend the money directly on the armory system." Echo continued driving.

2,000$ wasn't a small amount of money. It was a very huge amount of money that I became surprised at how easy it was to get that amount of money. In correlation to how much pain I had received, getting grazed by a bullet was worth 2,000$.

Not long after that, Echo dropped me at my home. "See you later, Lynn." The car drove away from the front of my house and I walked to the inside of my house with my SCAR-H on my hands.

The house was empty and dark. The sky outside had turned black. If my parents were still here, they would have cooked the dinner, but they weren't there. I needed to cook my own dinner.

I put off my combat shoes that had many ties. I put it on the shoe rack and I released my balaclava and breathed the fresh air of my house, 'Finally, no puke.'

I walked to the kitchen and turned on the stove to boil some water. I put tea inside the cup that I had prepared. Suddenly, the bell rang. I wondered who it was, but I couldn't open the door with this uniform.