The Assassin

Chapter 11: Another Mission

How long do I have to wait until someone will come and help us in here? I can feel my skin getting all itchy and swollen from all those beating up from the yacht. And the guy from the road earlier this morning, why do I have the feeling that I already saw him and still, I irritatingly can't remember when or where.

“Ouch” I held my head with my hands when I suddenly felt it hurt.

“Are you okay?” Zach asked.

“Yeah. I— I’m good.” I answered still holding my head.

“By the way. What is it about? The man said earlier that you should be dead because you knew something?” I asked him.

“Oh that? Well, I was in a friends’ party last month and I accidentally overheard that guy and another man’s talk about illegal things in the men’s room. Negotiation of Drugs, firearms and the thing that really got into me, Assassinating Mr. O’Brien, my friend’s dad. And unfortunately, they saw me and they threatened to kill my family. I didn’t know that those threat would really be this real. So, yeah.” He explained, briefly and succinctly.

“And they already killed anyone in your family?” I asked.

“No. They haven’t and they can’t. I got no Mom, no sister. Because they’re already dead a long time ago. Plane Crash. It’s only me and Dad that’s left.”

“Sorry about that.” I said.

He smiled at me. A real smile. “No, it’s okay. That was a long time ago.”

“Oh.” I said to him. I remembered my parents. How they died that night and the thing we always do. All those years that we’ve cherished, we shared—

“Hey!” I was shaken up from my thoughts when Zach yelled at me.

“What?” I asked in a low voice.

“You fine? I saw a boat coming this way. Maybe he could give us a ride.” He said. I just nodded in agreement.

“Sir bakit po kayo nandoon? (Sir why are you there?)

“Ah, long story po manong.” (It’s a long story)

We’re already in this boat and we’re only a kilometer away from shore. Zach is talking to the fisherman and I’m just sitting in the boat quietly since I can’t understand them.

“Kasintahan niyo po yan sir?” (Is she your girlfriend sir?)

“Actually. Asawa ko po siya manong.”( Actually, she’s my wife.)

I’m so out of place in here. It’s like I’m inside a basket of fishes, but the thing is, I’m not a fish. I’m a Dolphin.

“Totoo po? Ang ganda naman po niyng asawa.” ( For real? She’s a beautiful wife.)

“Malditang asawa po.” (Stubborn wife actually)

I heard them laugh and laugh so hard and I can’t help but asked Zach what theyre laughing about.

“What is it”

“I told him you’re my Wife.” He let out a loud laugh that he cant help but cover his mouth with his hands.

“You idiot!” I yelled at him and I punched him at the side.

“Ang maldita talaga diba manong?” ( she’s really an ill-tempered one, right?)

And they laughed again. How rubbish! This is so unfair.

I just smiled to the man and glared at Zach. I’ll have my time soon. You asshole.

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We arrived at the shore. It’s a seaport actually. We stepped out of the boat and we thanked the man.

“I need to get back to my car.” I said to him.

“We’ll ride a Cab.” He said while his eyes are scanning the place.

We walked towards the main street to get a cab. I can see people looking at us. Well because both of us we’re all wet and messy and to mention that both of us got swollen skin ang bruises and scratches.

“Go get a cab, I’ll get money.”

“You’re committing larceny?” I asked.

“Tell me. Is withdrawing money through your ATM card a LARCENY?” He pulled out his atm card from his card holder from his pocket and flashed it really close to my face. I just rolled my eyes.

He started walking towards the Side walk and I’m there, standing, waiting for a cab to pass by.

I saw a white cab approaching and it stopped right in front of me, and Zach arrived just then.

“Saan po tayo maam?” (Where to ma’am?)

How will I know? I don’t even know what you’re saying.

“Deretcho lang po manong.” (Just go straight.)

Good thing Zach’s here to be the speaker-translator when I can’t understand.

“Where to? Are we heading home?”

“I need to get my phone in the car. And my Weap—“ 

“What? Whip?” He said.

“Nothing. I just need to get to my car.”

“Okay.”

He leaned into the seat of the cab and he didn’t bother asking questions again.

“Just go straight.” I told the driver when he asked to turn the cab because there’s a parked car in the middle of the road. My Bugatti.

He stopped the cab and I got out of it. Zach stayed inside and the cab just waited.

I walked towards my car and I saw the Car windows and the wind shield broken. I took a look at the engine and it’s still good. Bet they haven’t opened it since I customized it and I made some alters in it.

I opened my car and the broken glass are all over my seat. I turned my head to look at the cab, and Zach is still inside.

I lifted the passenger’s seat at the right side and it revealed my weapons. My hunter’s knife, my pistols, my berretta and my sniper.

I let out a heavy sigh when I saw my phone inside the secret chest attached at the ceiling of the car. Good thing it’s still here.
I opened it and there are missed calls from Dylan. I dialed his number and he answered.

“I’m sorry superior I missed your calls. I did some things.” I said to Dylan over the phone.

(“It’s okay. New Mission Ceana. Go to the address that I’ll be sending you.”) Dylan said and he hanged up.

I got out of the car and walked back to the cab. I opened the car door and Zach looked at me.

“Go home. I’m riding my Car.” I told him.

“Can’t I just ride in your car?” He asked.

“You can’t. I’m going somewhere and I need to do things. Just go home.” I closed the car door and left him.

I walked back to my car and I heard the cab sped off. I held out my phone and I read the address that Superior sent me.

I opened my car door and sat at the back seat.. I put my phone in the dashing board and I got my clothes inside it. I took out a plain white fitted shirt, a denim jeans, a black combat boots and a six-pocketed dark blue leather jacket.

I took off my clothes and put on my newly taken out clothes. I stuffed the dashboard with my wet clothes and I closed it. I unlock the chest under the passenger’s seat at the front seat and took out my Pistol and stuffed the magazine with bullets and shoved it back to the pistol. I adjusted my side pocket and placed the pistol in there.

I let out a heavy breathe as I finished all of those that I did. I got out, again, and sat in the driver’s seat and started the car.

Now, I’m good to go.