Violence is Still Always the Answer

Chapter 2: African Safari

I went back to Max's place for some shut eye. Max had already left for her date, leaving Jason home alone.

"You see your dad often?" I asked him as I rummaged through the fridge.

"Nope," "Jason replied.

"Good, he's nothing but trouble," I grabbed two beers and handed one to Jason.

"Mom says the same thing about you."

"Well, fuck your mom."

"I'm pretty sure my dad's taking care of that."

Max came barging in through the door with her hair in a mess.

"Speak of the devil."

"Dad, the hell are you doing here? Didn't I kick you out?" Max asked.

"Max, you bought this house with my money so technically it's my house," I told her.

"Well, technicalities don't hold up in court. Is Jason drinking beer?"

"Maybe."

"Dad, this is why I don't like you hanging around Jason."

"Oh, relax it's not like he can get drunk anyways. He heals too quickly."

"That's not the point. The point is that you are a bad influence on him."

"Max, I'd love to finish this conversation, but I'm tired so I'm going to go upstairs and go to sleep."

"Fuck you, Dad."

"Love you too, Max."

I arrived at the Space Needle early, mostly not to hear Max's shit. The place was a bit quite, a little too early for foot traffic. They should be showing up soon. Maybe that's she she choose this place. Terrible place to ambush someone. Not sure if it was to gain my trust or for her security. As soon as the clock struck nine a limousine pulled up next to me and the chauffeur opened the door for me.

"I see you guys are punctual. Very classy," I said as I climbed into the limo. Jamie was inside ready to brief me on my mission.

"Your mission is to kill an African warlord who goes by the name 'Mort Noire' which is French for Black Death," Jamie told me.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Is this a race thing?" I questioned her.

"No!"

"Because I didn't almost die in war almost 180 years for the world to be like this. I believe in this world every man and woman should be treated equally. They shouldn't be judged by the color of their skin or whether they like to put someone's genitals that they both share into their orifices. But by whether or not they kill people for no particular reason," I preached. "Or if they have a conversation in the middle of the doorway. Excuse me I'm trying to get through here. I've an orgy at two and I'm pretty sure that's more important than you not getting you're daily ass fingering, Linda!"

"I have no words. Literally. No words."

"I have a word for you, flabbergasted."

"Jacob, if you'll just listen I'll tell you why he's the bad guy."

"Is it because he's black?"

"Jacob, shut the fuck up!"

"So Mort Noire is a weapons dealer in Africa. He sells guns all over the continent and he's single handily trying to start a war to keep business booming," Jamie said.

"Question," I called.

"What?"

"Is there any food in the limo?"