By Mistake

Chapter 6 - Mystery Girl.

Aaron Calloway

A career in hunting men isn't one most would choose. Yet it is perfect for me, I recently left the special forces; after spending eight years in the army.

I enlisted on my eighteenth birthday, served in the army for four years, did the minimum eighteen months of training to get into the special forces, and serve the remaining four years in special forces.

My commanders always paid extra attention to me, first in combat, weaponry, medical, navigation, and demolition. I was lethal by the time I finished training, at 6"3 and 180Ib, I could kill anything.

When I left my team, I had been too use to killing and hunting men down to their last breath that I couldn't work a nine to five anymore. An old friend of mine that I used to serve with gave me the idea to become a contract killer, earning way more than what I was paid being a solider for the US government.

I was unsure at first about doing contracts, the major problem being that it is obviously against the law but after the first agreement was made I was hooked. I couldn't stop thinking about what my next offer would be, if the hunt took a couple days, or if it was a quick job.

It's thrilling knowing I'm the last thing these disgusting men see, knowing - feeling that it's because of what they have done to deserve meeting me.

I, now sit in my dim office, working on tracking a guy named Sergio digitally from a job I was given last week.

An echoy beep follows me wherever I turn and has for the last minute. In annoyance I pick up a stack of papers that is neatly placed on my left and shove them to the side. Under the papers I find one of my burner phones.

The number familiar to me, flashed, then it stopped. Its a long-term friend of mine, Liam. You have one new voice message.

"Hey Aaron, hope I haven't bothered you this late at night. A friend of mine is in need of someone to fill out a contract for him, a guy stole from his business last year and he hired a P.I to find him and well long story short, they found him and now they're looking around for a contractor. Got time to check it out?"

I gaze at my computer screen. No change for the last week in tracking this guy. I guess it couldn't hurt to have another job - I softly whisper to myself.

I called Liam back and asked more about his friend and after a quick search into them - they seem legit. My next call was to the guy Liam mentioned.

"Hello? Is this the man Liam told me about?" He sounded old.

"What's the job?" I never ask for irrelevant details, I only want to know about the job. It's better this way; for the both of us.

The guy my client wanted taken care of is David Turner, he took a quarter million dollars and went into hiding, they couldn't find any residents or vehicles registered in his name, smart fucker got a job as a truck driver delivering food to a 'Palmer's Grocery' so he's on the move at all times.

"I want to know who you are before I hire you."

"No." If this goes south I want no loose ends.

"How do I know I can trust you then?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"You don't know if you can trust me but you're the one hiring hitman. Two million before I start and the other two after the contract is complete." I hung up on him after he just grunted in agreement.

The job is to stake out Palmer's Grocery and kill the guy. I went to bed already planning the job in my head. Starting with working at Palmer's to learn when Turner delivers.