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After making my way through the orgy party, I get to the elevator. While a guy fucks someone up against the wall, I press the green button.
“Oh, oh god! Yes!” The girl cries out.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” He slaps her ass. “Fucking whore!”
“Mmm, harder!”
Ding!
The elevator doors open to a large empty bunker with multiple white decorative pillars extending from the floor to the ceiling. I walk out into the empty room.
Multiple people in black cloaks step out from behind the pillars. Only one of them wears a white cloak.
“Did you sign the nondisclosure agreement?” The guy from before asked me.
I wave the signed paper in the air.
He snaps his fingers. Two people scurry to a dark part of the bunker. They come back with a circular white table. They set it down in front of me.
He slides a bulky envelope across the table. “Now, slide over the agreement.”
“Hold on,” I say while opening up the envelope. I count the money.
“I can assure you it’s all there.”
I randomly twitch.
Why do all rich people have to say that every time I count my money? I’m just double-checking. Better for me to find out I’m being ripped off now rather than later. Maybe it’s a mistake, maybe it’s not. But the last time people made that mistake, and I made the mistake of not counting the money, they ended up dead.
In my defense, I was hangry.
If there is a miscount, better to resolve it now rather than when I’m walking down the street on an empty stomach.
“Mmh.” I nod. It’s all there, plus a tip. I look at him and slide the agreement over. “Pleasure doing business with you.”
I turn around and go for the elevator.
“Wait.”
I turn back around. “What?” This better not be about the NDA.
“We’ve heard you’ve killed politicians before, elites, leaders, lots of important people. Is that true?”
I cross my arms. “I can neither confirm nor deny that information.”
He hesitates. “We have another job for you.”
I raise a brow. Already?
His minions bring chairs for all of us. He takes a seat. “Please. Sit.”
Oh, this is serious?
“Please. This is very important.”
Ok. I sit down.
“I don’t know if you have ever killed law enforcement officials such as cops, special agents, heroes...?”
I stare at him. Does he really expect me to tell him that I have or haven’t killed them? I mean, I have killed cops for a small price. I haven’t killed special agents, at least not any that I know of. As for heroes, I’m working on it.
Zonic is first on my list.
I was going to kill him a few days ago. But then that old hag, Mrs. Pierce wasted my time, and welp, I didn’t get to kill him.
“Ok. Very well then.” He clears his throat. “Um, well. This time, our target is much more powerful than our previous one.”
He slides a picture to me.
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The Gun For Hire's Bounty
Mystery / ThrillerTempest has no human bone in her body. She is devoid of all emotions, making her 'job' as a guns-for-hire easy- at least, that's what the heroes call it. She doesn't see it as a job but as a lifestyle. After all, that is all she's ever been surround...
