The Attack

The Man: Chapter Eight

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Somewhere Underground

(A/N I keep my promises. Here is the secret chapter. This was planned to be Chapter 15 or 16. I didn't know I would get this much love and support.)

After a long hard day on the surface of the earth, I took the luxury to hide underneath, away from it all. I took a hot shower for the first time in days, the scalding water washing away the dirt while stinging the scar tissue running down my forearms.

Thinking about my life, I realized how I had succeeded, I had become the next step in human evolution, a mercenary for people to rely on. I had started out in ??????????????????????????? but then I was drafted. Molded, and my body was scarred, but renewed.

They say that money is a strong incentive, and it is.

It really is.

Wrapped in a soft bath robe, I walked around in the command center. It smelled of wet earth from the light showers that had hit the compound a few hours ago. I loved reading stolen novels to the light rat-tat-tat of the rain, as it was audible even here, underground.

A text message was received by my phone, and a little tune played inside my pocket.

To: ??????????

The mission was a little.... ???????????????? 416 dead. What should we do? -Ness

To: Ness

I did promise the police five hundred dead. We need to get out of the city. Well, I don't think we need to, but ????????????????????????????????????????? and you know ??????????????????. There is Pinson, Trussville, Springville.

To: ?????????????

I think we should deal with our ????????????? gone ?????. ???????? Loose end. Oh, I guess Trussville. ???????????????????? set up. -Ness

I closed the phone. Ness was a promising co-worker, though he wasn't much of a for-hire mercenary guy.

Next, I had to sit down and plan.

We would need a diversion. Someone who spent years learning the subtle art of persuasion, dramatics, and diversion by using military tactics, experience in ???????????, and traditional ?????????, it wouldn't be a problem. When I first came to ?????? as a prisoner, I distracted the guards with a "stroke" while several other prisoners stole the guards' keys. That was what got ???? interested. 

"Your records show an excellence in guerilla tactics. You have an amazing IQ. Why are you a criminal?" I remember him speaking with me after he bailed me out.

"I like an experience." I replied.

"Well," He said with a devilish grin on his face. I can remember it to this day. "I have an experience you just can not refuse, ??????"

"Call me ITZXR," I replied.

Now, as I sat down at my secure computer, I thought about what to do. I researched Trussville, the high school, the churches, the eateries, their mayor, Gene Melton, everything I needed.

I smiled as I read his political stances. "Ooh," I said to myself, maniacally laughing, "let's play distract the conservative and kill the civilians!"

I called the devilish man. "We need safe transport. Trussville. We are ???????????? and then ????????????. Good idea, right?"

"Yes, ITXZR. I like it."

"Are you smiling?"

"Of course," he said, his voice raising at the end like a cat's purr. I could feel the devilish smile over the atmosphere of the line. "This will be a perfect ???????? until the ????????????????."

"I almost forgot what this was for!" I said, laughing.

I could feel the smile across the line disappear. "Never, ever forget your mission. Even if ?????????????, which you cannot deny, you must know why I am doing this. Or maybe Ness can take over, ITXZR."

"Okay." I gulped. "Yes sir."

I spent the rest of the ??????? lying around in gluttony and sloth, acting like a ????????? should. I was ?????????????. It was what I always dreamed of; except I had only gotten a down ???????????????. Soon, I would be killing it.

Just like father would have wanted.