Al'right, near three weeks ago I met this girl....name was Angel...short story shorter she was like me but I ditched her anyway...she is probably either dead by now or making her way back to my home aboard a planet sized station where I lived.
Now for the fun. My CO or ,commanding officer, called me in for a solo job. A political hit on some senator. Problem was it was an open bounty...and tons of other merc outfits wanted the three mil being offered for this dudes death. I was to do it first.
Cracked uploaded his pic to my PDA and with that I was sent hunting. This dude knew he was being watched, and went underground and off the grid for nearly two years now....but if I remember one thing from being hidden..its always in plain sight. So with that I am making my way to some far off farming planet nearing the traverse. Sparsely populated, mostly open ground, and a single massive complex dominating the valleys. Rich folk always want big. Stupid punks. The pod I was in was a Mantis...meant for high speed atmos re-entry. Simply put..a small metal oval with me inside. The timer on the screen flashed as it went under ten seconds. The impact jolted the pod and without the grav. dampeners I would have been smashed to hell and back. God you gotta love tech.
Two miles from my crater was the complex...from the spec I found it was a basic military site. A little over the top even for this freaks. I jogged most of the way their but about half a klick out a patrol was rolling over the hills. Sneaking by was easy enough...but the wall was a different story.
Near forty feet high and made of AA-grade titanium. This shit was damn near invincible.
I planted acid charges near the southern side...nothing could stand this physco shit...nearly thirty seconds later I had an opening...just as I passed inside I could hear them...
The snipers lining up on the cat walk...the mechs powering up and marching towards me...the god damned private "security" men coming to TRY and relieve me of my weapons.
Time slowed down...just another side effect of the experiments...I drew the M-5 from the sheatheacross my back. As much as these bastards fucked me up the time shit was amazing.
I could already hear the snipers pushing the first round into its chamber, the mechs already creaking as their limbs strained to bring their guns to bare. The security was already running..freakin cowards.
One shot...eighteen times...between the eyes...perfect execution. The rounds seemed to float through the air as they were sent exploding out the barrel to the cowards refusing to fight...themechs too stupid to try and run, and the snipers trying to act superior. It was over instantly...a battle was fought by one side...the other simple stood and died. I loved my job. Time came rushing back and all the sounds and images with it. My head felt like it over loaded but I had a job to done and a headache couldn' stop me.
The complex interior looked alot like the Roman culture back on Earth. The cherry blossom trees surround the court yard were beautiful, their petals smooth and soft. As I walk they seemed to rain around me, almost crying over the blood spilled. The door to the bunker was unique. Six feet across, circular, diamond laced, triple A carbon plated titanium. The door alone was a work of art. Usually used as hull plating on star cruisers. Still a simple acid charge was all that was needed.
The husk of the remaining door collapsed outward falling around me. The interior of the room was dark, musky, and oddly still for a door just falling. I stepped in only to find the entire room was one massive trip wire. In the center was the target...that demon senator, sitting still as the dead atop a mound of live C4 charges, and to top it off a dead man's switch in his hand.
"I know you...your..." the senator mumbled
"I am Fallen, merc of the Reapers, and collector of your life"
"Please son, listen to me...I can tell you everything!" he shouted, nearly drop the detonator.
"Disarm the bomb and I will listen."
"Please, this...this is all a bluff."
"OK"
With that I clicked the M-5 out of it sheathe and sent eleven rounds tearing through his chest.
"Bu..but I had the answers" he mumbled half-dead, and still spineless
"I am Fallen, merc of the Reapers, and taker of your bounty...those are all the answers"
And with that and a body bag I am off to get paid and get some sleep.
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OMG finally done...well enjoy people and drop me a line to tell me how I am doing.
Peace out-Mongol
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The Fallen:
Teen FictionFallen was taken..trained to be the best...He became the best....and began his own life. He found someone, he lost more, his life, his battles, his love. All is told...nothing is secret. We are Fallen...this is our story
