Remember Who I Am

Chapter III

December 3, 2023

11:37 AM

Lexington, Kentucky

Xavier sat on a chair on the 23rd floor right beside Tyler, who was still taped up and tied up. Xavier had pulled out a pack of herbal cigarettes that were vanilla bean flavored. He pulled out a lighter, flicked it on, and smoked it. He immediately started to cough. He took it out of his mouth and waved the smoke out of the air.

"Fuck." Xavier said while coughing.

He looked over to Tyler, who was bloodied, looking at Xavier.

"Alright, buddy, let's get--"

"Xavier!" Bloomington called.

Xavier looked at the door frame.

"Damn." Xavier said.

Xavier wiped his cigarette ash on Tyler's knee, making him cry out in anguish.

"Speak!" Xavier responded to Bloomington.

"Come down here, 1st floor!" Bloomington yelled.

"Alright..." Xavier said to himself.

Xavier walked down many flights of steps, putting his herbal cigarettes in his pocket. The reason he was smoking herbal cigarettes instead of normal ones was because his biggest fear now was cancer. It used to be both of his parents dying, but obviously that had already happened. Besides cancer and the death of his parents, his worst fear was Belonephobia, which is the fear of needles. The cigarettes jumbled around in his pocket as he finally made it to the first floor. When he got there, he saw a Japanese woman that was over a foot shorter than him. She turned and looked at him.

"Finally, Xavier. This is Clover, Clover, this is Xavier."

Clover and Xavier walked up to each other, before shaking hands.

"Pleasure to meet you." Xavier said, smiling.

"Alright, now, your next targets will be assigned tomorrow, go on now." Bloomington said.

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"So, how'd you end up here?" Clover asked Xavier.

They were both walking up the stairs.

"In Uruguay." Xavier answered.

"Uruguay... hm."

"Strangely enough, the first interaction I had with him was holding him at gunpoint."

"That's interesting. How did you start... like... being an assassin?"

"My mom got killed, inadvertently at least, by a man named Richie Pickering. I started training because I figured that I had the physicality of a trained fighter, I might as well be one. I hope to find that bastard one day, I can't really talk about it."

"Oh... sorry."

"No, no, it's okay."

"Mine got killed, too, but I don't know where and how. I'm convinced it was by Pickering as well. My mom trained me at a young age."

"I saw that video. You really kicked ass."

"I was just defending myself. You can't even get home here now."

"Yeah. It really sucks."

"So, do you know who we are going after?"

"Yeah... Mr. Mokhtar Amjad. Wanted for a lot. I heard many things but I heard a lot about rape and assault of women."