Dedicating every first chapter to my sister is like an ancient tradition that cannot be forgotten. No scratch that, more like an obligation.
WARNING: COARSE LANGUAGE (it's for the characters, chill)
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When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy and one for yourself. -Chinese Proverb
My real name is Garret. I dont have a surname because it changes whenever I choose to work for another organization. Many people would kill me if they knew who I was, afterall with a father like mine, you have to brace yourself for endless enemies.
I was unaware of many things and to list a few; my identity, the fact that my father always carried a suitcase with him wherever he went.
I am a trained killer. Meaning I'm fluent in fifty-two languages, qualified as an able businessman, cook, engineer, and a hitman, spent half my childhood in a basement gym, and I'm supposed to know nothing and speak nothing. That's the defintion of a professsional killer. But I am a little bit distorted from the definition.
I kill for a living, and I live for a much awaited revenge.
Revenge, it's something sweet and bitter at the same time. It's also absurd, 'cause you're trying to get even when you can exceed.
However once you're on your way, you shouldn't stop yourself. 'Cause it's no use crying over spilled milk.
I take out my assigned targets, mostly innocent and some whom I've never met, like they’re nothing but a practice target made out of lead; their lives no greater than a life of an ant.
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I slid my hands in the smooth clima-cool gloves and my fingers sprawl over the black carbon steel handle of the tactical knife. Its black, slick blade dull against the pale fluorescent light of the corridor; the blade does not whisper death into the ears... yet.
“It’s too soon,”
I take off the Nacre AS headset and refuse to follow its commands.
Almost the second I take the headset off, I get an electric jolt strike over my entire torso. My knees buckle and I kneel in front of this stranger, whom I’ve been trained to kill and neutralize by all means. I lay myself onto the floor, my temple against the cold cement.
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One For Me, One For You
Mystery / ThrillerA young man finds out his long lost father is a professional killer. When his mother is murdered, the son is recruited into his father's old organization and trained by a man named Ivan to follow in his dad's footsteps.
