Remember Who I Am

Chapter XXXI

June 6, 2014

4:01 PM

Indianapolis, Indiana

It was a rainy day as Xavier drove through the crowded streets of Indianapolis, Bloomington in the passenger seat with him. Behind them was an arsenal full of weapons. They sat in a van. The guns in the back were cheaper. They hadn't gained such resources yet. Meanwhile, they were driving to a clinic. They were on a job.

The person they were targeting was a person who didn't have an exact name, except that he apparently had a middle name of Benjy. He was a Bulgarian-American mafia assassin. Today was his appointment, and Xavier planned for it to be his last. Xavier drove more and more before reaching the clinic, oddly dubbed as a memorial center. He shifted his car into park and slipped into the back of the van, grabbing his, at the time, typical pistol.

He slipped his sweaty hand around the grip, it was a SIG P210, a moderately-sized pistol. He lifted it in the air, shoving his one non-closed eye down the iron sights and practicing his aim.

"This is a good piece, isn't it?" Xavier asked.

"Mhm." Bloomington murmured; "Go on, now."

"Okay."

Xavier slipped himself out of the driver seat and walked through the cold, misty, rainy atmosphere. He slipped the gun inside of his jacket, since he wasn't wearing a suit, just a simple white t-shirt, a black jacket, and black jeans, with a bulletproof vest underneath. He walked and walked, and opened the doors of the foggy-windowed clinic. He saw the receptionist sitting behind a glass frame, who promptly stared at him as he walked in.

"Hello." She said.

"Hello, ma'am." Xavier responded.

"Do you have an appointment set up?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Name?"

Xavier thought for a minute; "Felix Wallis."

"Felix... Wallis." The woman typed; "There is no Felix Wallis."

"Oh, uhm, I... I'm sorry, I need to..." Xavier pointed his thumb to the door as he backed out, the woman stared at him, confused.

He walked out as he turned around and dropped the act; "Shit!"

He got an idea, but it was a more violent approach. But he figured; desperate times call for desperate measures.

* * *

Xavier, gun out of his jacket, walked through the back door of the clinic. He immediately saw a doctor, their back facing Xavier. But they quickly turned around and stared at him. Xavier, with nothing else to do, grabbed the doctor's mouth and forced them against the wall. The doctor, who was apparent to be a man, was grunting and begging, thought intelligible, as Xavier cupped his mouth. Xavier then slammed the barrel of his gun into the doctor's face, once, twice, and he was down. He quickly dragged him out.

* * *

Xavier, donning a doctor's outfit, walked through the hallway safely, in disguise, his gun in his coat. He sat on the ledge of a table, waiting for a lead, or for someone to come out of the room that was his target. His prayers were answered when, about 2 minutes later, a nurse came out, saying her goodbyes; "Bye!"

Xavier looked in and saw a man, a girl beside him. The man matched his exact description. Xavier stood up as the door closed. He approached it. He slowly opened it, in an attempt to not alarm his target.