Metalheadz

3 Years Later

It's been 3 fucking years since our retirement. I been sitting at my desk grading papers on the start of the Vietnam War. I loved history that I became a teacher at Harvard. They knew I was a great choice to teach kids about the military and what they had to do in the enemy country and how to get comfortable back home after the war. I only had a few kids go into the military or some type of service since I was their favorite teacher. All of my students passed with A's or B's on their first time in the the start of the War. The hard part is to teach them how it killed the US to know an country turned in to a Communist nation. A few students came by to see their scores and were happy to see them, but I warned them about what we have next week. "Don't forget about what we're​ seeing next week on 'Dear America'." I told them. The bell ring after I said the message they're ​leaving me alone. I always been alone since Panama. From a Lieutenant making $300 a month to a mercenary making $50000 a mission to a teacher making $15000 a year; everything​ is going my way for a long time. I'm​ living off of MREs in my tiny ass apartment with bad water that my stupid landlord won't fix since "It costs too much money to fix", or "the government won't fucking help" cheap ass bastard. I hate my life, I want to die but. 'Knock' the door spoke. I grabbed my beratta out of my cupboard. Looked through my peep hole on the door. It was no one I've seen before. I slowly opened the door and pointed my 9mm at his dome. "Who the fuck are you?" He handed me a letter. I waved him in to my crap hole of an apartment. "What are doing here in Harlem, government man?" I asked. I lived in Harlem for almost 2 years now. It gets worse year after year with all the crime and police patrolling after dark night after night. Dogs barked as I held the mysterious man at gun point. The phone rang as he tried to pull the trigger. I made him answer it. "Hello?" He said. He handed the phone to me. "It's for you" he had a hoarse voice. "New number, who this?" I made him laugh. A long pause happened as I held the phone. "Hello Leader." It's an old friend. "What the fuck do you want, General Nick?" I worked with him in Korea as his second in command. "Don't Bullshit me, Nick" I hated him since the beginning. Nick knew me and always had an offer for old friends, enemies, hell even the president. "Can't I talk about a job that needs to be handled within a few months?" He encouraged me to continue. "What type of job?"
"One that gives you revenge"
"On who?"
"Noah Moria"
I dropped the phone hearing the name. "He's dead. My team and I killed that cunt 3 fucking years ago!" I'm pissed. I still see 'Dog in the explosion. "Hello anyone there?" The mysterious man get up and he was scared of my eyes. "What are you looking at?" I went off on him like flies on shot. After a few moments of going off on the motherfucker, I picked up the phone. "Why do you want him dead?" I asked. "I don't. You do."