The rise of Booster

The Zakary Mathers Job

It'd been two months since I'd gotten my first real payday and I'd spent the last weeks bored doing mostly nothing but working out and getting comfortable with my new toys. It was very boring having nothing to do but wait but I did it anyway, as any big moves would just bring more attention to me, I just had to trust in the Doctor's judgement.

I arrived back at home after a five mile run in the steaming summer heat, as soon as I got back I noticed something amiss. Every time I left home I put a red dot in dry erase marker on my door handle, and when I returned it was gone. Seeing this I took a quick glance around and took my new handgun from my chest pack and grabbed my key with the other. I unlocked the door and quickly pushed it open, entering in and clearing the room before I even went fully in. Stepping inside I looked over everything I could see from the door and behind it, finding the one thing that was out of place being a manila folder sitting at my dining table.

Continuing to keep my head on a swivel I made my way across the room and opened the folder, finding a signature on the first page that I recognized. 'Medved'' Recognizing this as Eddy's signature. I looked past the cover page and found what I was waiting for, the details of my new job. Three days there was a weapons auction where there were a lot of classic firearms being sold. The crown jewel of these being a weapons collection that had been owned by a famous gunslinger, Zakary Mathers. A seventeen year old prodigy from the eighteen hundreds who almost singlehandedly brought down an entire corrupt police force and the gang that was controlling them, before getting run down by federal agents just a few months after. At this auction our client lost the betting on the pieces and wasn't happy about it.

He not only wanted the valuables 'recovered' but also an assassination of the auction officiate, who was personal transporting the high value goods to the cargo ship, where it'll be taken across the ocean never to see Gilaynian soil again. We were going to stop that from happening. In a way I felt a personal connection to this task, being an outlaw myself I felt a sort of pride about the cowboys that once called this country home. To let such a thing leave our shores would be a disgrace to our culture. We were going to get those guns and bring them back home where they belonged. Though even if I hadn't had a connection to this the price being offered was something I couldn't turn down. forty thousand dollars with an additional ten thousand urgency fee which would be split between me and my sister, totaling a twenty five thousand dollar personal score.

The next thing I read was that I would be working with a team on this mission, a party of five in total to complete this job. two of the names I recognized as others that worked for doctor Peterson and I'd done training with, while the other two were unknowns. It was explained later though that the two were sent by the client as their personal assistance for the mission, probably just trying to cheap out on recruitment costs. Didn't matter to me as from their descriptions they were highly capable operators in their own rite. Simply being called Shark and Gambler. The information sheets told me they were monsters, I'd heard about them a couple of times throughout the years but never saw one for myself, though most stuck to this city so it was no real shock that I hadn't seen one before. As long as they could do their jobs then I had no problems with them coming on the mission, might even be interesting to meet a new species.

The shipment was supposed to be leaving in two days so it was an urgent mission, and it said that if I was going to participate to call the listed number immediately. Once all team members confirmed they'd bring us in for a briefing of the job today. I took my phone from my bag and typed in the number and clicked call.

I leaned against the table with the pistol in my other hand as I the call rung just once before it was picked up. Before I could say anything I heard a rather deep voice on the other end. "Kit?"

I was a little surprised by the suddenness of the voice but responded quickly. "That's what they call me yes."

He responded back simply with no further questions. "Be ready to go in thirty minutes, and have the tools for the job ready." Once he said this he hung up the phone, making me look down at my phone at the call ended message. Slightly shocked at the rudeness I put the phone down on the table and walked into my bedroom.