180 Why I Became A Contractor: Part 18

Tuesday, 27th Of March 2018. 2000 Hours.

Echo was sitting on the couch of my house. He visited because he had a job offer for me. Usually, he would only just give me a job through the armory system app and I would do the job.

This time was different though. He wanted me to do another extreme job for him. The extreme job was an Assassination. The assassination of one of the ministers in this country. It was that extreme. Echo didn't want to take any risk and he wanted me to do it since I was a new contractor and it had something to do with my plan.

"Minister James Kers. Finance minister of this country. Does that name ring a bell in your head?" Echo asked me.

That name was as sure as hell rang a bell inside of my head. It was Sissy's father. He could be the one who facilitated all of these misfortunes that happened to me. He could be the one who rents all of those hitmen or at least, provide Sissy with the resources to do so.

"Yes it does," I sipped my tea.

"Well. Tonight. You're going to assassinate him. The rewards are quite good. It's 1,000,000$. The contract came from the United States." Echo showed his phone to me and he sent the contract to my phone.

[C.I.A Classified Request #1953/37/7643-6534]

James Kers has been suspected and identified as a sleeper agent for the Russian Federation. To avoid further damage, we request the [REDACTED] help to take him down. We prefer the [REDACTED] to do it as quietly as possible. We will deny any involvement or anything that has to do with this request.

Rewards: [Reputation ++++++][1,000,000$]

"Stealthy eh? What's my main weapon? I need a sniper on this one." Echo nodded and picked up a huge weapon case from behind the couch. The weapon case was put at his thigh and Echo opened it.

The content of that weapon case was a bolt-action long-range sniper rifle. It was the Cheytac Intervention. The rifle was calibrated with a huge bullet and the rifle itself was perfect for a very long-range assassination.

I picked up the rifle from that weapon case. It was solid and sturdy. The bolt handle on that rifle was long and comfortable for rapid firing. The scope was also the same one used by Charlie's sniper. It suggested that Echo might provide me with a smart bullet.

I put the rifle in my back and I wore my balaclava and my helmet. "The success of this operation will decide the future. I'm counting on you," Echo said.

I walked to the garage and rode my motorbike. Sissy's house was located in the rich part of the residential zone. It was located on the other side of the town and I would probably need more than three hours just for the sake of arriving there.

Wednesday, 28th Of March 2018. 0020 Hours.

The house which Sissy had was very very absurdly big. That house could fit my house inside of my house. According to the Intel that Echo gathered, James should be in his office room, doing some jobs.

Of course, as a good assassin, I followed those instructions since they were the only thing I had on Sissy's father. There was the figure, walking around mindlessly inside of the office room. The person was bald and matched every single description of the target.

I pulled the bolt of the rifle backward and inserted a smart bullet inside of my M200. I zoomed the scope of the rifle to get a better picture of the target.

The target was a bearded old man who was holding a cigarette in his left hand. The age of that man could be around forty to sixty. Once I looked at the face of my target. It fitted all of the requirements nicely.

"Alright. Here I go." I pulled the trigger of the M200 and the bullet started flying from the end of the barrel. I kept the sight at the head of my target.

The bullet pierced through the window and killed the target. He immediately fell to the ground as soon as the bullet hit him in the head. "Tango down." I ejected the bullet casing and put it inside of my pocket.

Suddenly, a very loud sirene could be heard from that house. Someone must have triggered the alarm. Well, at this point, it didn't matter. The target was killed by me and I immediately got the bank transfer from Echo.

The assassination was anti-climatic, but I knew what would happen next. The impact on Sissy was the thing that I would be waiting for. I would say that it was worth the wait. I could immediately expect the result to come in a week.

I rode my motorbike back at my home. At my house, he was still waiting for me as he watched the television on my couch. I looked at him. "Echo, I've done my job. It's your turn to return the favor."

"I see. Well, Lima." He stood up from the couch and walked to my direction. "You're no longer under my supervising. You can do whatever you want." He walked to the door of my house and closed it as he walked outside without saying any words besides that.

The message behind those words was quite vague, but I got the point. It meant I could do anything I wanted. I always wanted to try something new. I didn't know what was it, but I would do it later.

Right now, a good old sleep was the only thing I could ask for. As a result of that, I immediately went to my bed to get some sleep. It was a very tiring day and I hadn't gotten my fair share of sleep.

The bedroom door was opened. The bed was ready to accept my body. I let myself fell to that bed and I closed my eyes. The dream world would be accepting me from now on.

***

"And that's it. That's how I became a contractor." Lynn gulped another glass of wine.

"I see." Patrick poured another glass of wine.

Lynn took a break from telling those stories to Patrick. Right now, she was drunk as hell. She wouldn't finish her drinking session without telling the whole story to Patrick and Patrick wouldn't stop listening either.

Still, both of them were listening to each other. There was simply no need to stop Lynn's story in midway if not the for the hiccups that she had from drinking that much alcohol. Her face had reddened and her eyesight became poorer due to the massive amount of alcohol inside of her blood.

"So... Are you going to continue it or are we going to call it a day?" I asked her.

"We continue, of course," Lynn gulped another glass of wine and she continued her story.

She didn't remember much about what happened after the assassination of that minister. The whole country would remember it as the day where their minister was assassinated. Little did they know, the intention of that assassination was simple. Revenge.

***

The class was usual today. The exams were horrors as usual and the teacher was mad as usual. I had no comments on what had happened to Sissy since she was absent for six days straight.

Well, it was understandable considering the loss of his father surely impacted her performance in both learning and understanding things. The other student started speaking rumors and crazy conspiracies theories about the assassination of that minister.

If they just knew I was the one behind all of this, they would be upset. I packed my bags and went to the place where I usually waited for the bus to come. I waited there for some minutes until I realized something was odd.

Multiple black cars were surrounding the whole school complex. From the looks of it, most of the cars were owned by the government. They were there to put surveillance into our school.

I didn't know what was the main idea behind it, but the biggest explanation was because of Sissy's paranoia. She must have sent dozens of her security guards just for the sake of securing the schools.

I didn't even want to bother with them. I

Once the bus arrived, I immediately got inside that bus. The bus driver drove the bus away from the school as I saw those government agents from the background.

Most of them were either from the security bureau or privately hired. The question was, 'What is their intention?' The bus left the scene without anyone looking at it.