The Assassin of two Worlds

Chapter 7

Ah Monaco, what a lovely place this time of year. Nice warm weather, clear skies, great hotels and casinos, and a large number of crime lords meeting here for business. For me is like an all you can eat buffet. A total of 20 crime-lords meeting here for their annual territorial discussion. The Yakuza, the Russian mafia, the Italian mafia, the Chinese, Americans, Spanish, French, Irish, Scottish, etc. All of them meeting here in Monaco. Funny, they think their in the safest place possible but the truth is they just made it easier for me to kill them. To me this is just another day of hunting and killing. What I can't figure out is how the hell theses guys keep surfacing after I eradicated most of them. Their like fucking cockroaches. I can't really complain tho, keeps me in business. Well more like entertain than business. After all this is both my duty and my pleasure. In any case, it's been around a year and a half since I had escaped that planet witch I learn to call Yaut'ja prime. The home world for the so call Yaut'ja. Aside from being arrogant and self glorify hunters, they have an impressive amount of advance tech. Hell with all the information I got out of them I manage to accomplish wonders beyond my wildest dreams. I even improved my new ship. Nothing like mixing human and Yaut'ja blueprints to creat a more appealing tech for me. I made an entire arsenal of weapons, armor, gadgets, etc. I couldn't be happier with their blueprints and findings I learn, not just how to make weapons, but also how to mix many different elements to creat many different chemical, medicine and metals. I hated being trap and taken away from my home, but I loved escaping and taking so much from them. An eye for an eye, info and tech for kidnap. I know, I have a very twisted mind. Aside from what people may think of me I'm a very sane person, I just have a twisted way of executing people and in a few other ways. Well now, let's get down to business. I was in my ship hidden under the waters of the Monaco bay. At the moment I was in the bridge doing a system check.

"Clare, run me over the files for my targets and tell me witch are tagged and witch are still to be." I said out loud while working on the components.

A computerize feminine voice is heard saying "Certainly sir, Juan Guzman, of the Spanish, married and with a single child a 21 year old daughter. Place of stay Port Palace. Main weakness heroine addict. Statues: Tagged"

Oh right I forgot to mention since I had a more privet place to work and I had already took out all my money along with selling all of my homes. I had the perfect opportunity to work on my own privet work. Clare was one of my many achievements. She's an A.I. Compleat with human emotions and interactions. At first it took me about 6 months of hard work with barely any sleep to not just make her but to teach her how things work. At first I will admit that I was worried about having to erase her but she proved to be trust wordy and to be honest I find it almost impossible to trust anyone. So when she earned my trust it was both a miracle and a great thing too. She is of great help and a very loyal assistant. Hell she even calls me father or sir and I didn't even asked her to call me either of those names. Aside from her I also made a few modifications to my new ship (and by a few I actually mean plenty) had to spend some hard earn mulla but afterwords I ended up with an even better kind of mulla. The kind that results in free fuel, free food, free home and free water, electricity and traveling. My ship is now my home, center of operation and my main source of supplies. I designed, built, installed and now have a fully functional water and air filtration system. I literally have an endless supply of water and air. As for power well let's just say this ship ain't no kitty, oh no this is a beast and she roars. See the Yaut'ja have very decent tech but they aren't the only ones out there. Plus they don't even know the biggest source of energy was right next to them. The little wrist bomb they use to exterminate any trace of their existence has more uses than just blowing up. Mix it with human nuclear tech, add some cold fusion, and a few head splitting headaches of mathematical equations along with sleepless nights of thinking and designing, plus studying those same subjects along with others, all was worth the great birth of a completely safe, non polluting, infinite and self sufficient energy source I like to call Omega 6.28. This wonderful power source has enough energy to power my ship and more, but it's only the sizes of a human skull. Now I won't bore you with the details of my discovery but I will tell you about what else I did to my ship, witch btw I called it 'Last Whisper'. Along with some very modify weapon system, soft wear, cloaking, holographic display, and training system, I also made some adjustments on the external and internal hull to allow the ship to literally change it's form. Now I don't literally mean it can shape-shift or transform like in the movie 'Transformers'. See my ship now has different forms for different scenarios. It changes it's external hull for a variety of purposes, for example if I want to go under water it adapts for that purpose. I also fashioned a underground digging mode, jet flying, space travel(of course), hovering, battle, you name it. I'm proud of my work. Too bad it took me so long and cut into my hunting time. With me out of commission the crime lords and mother fucking criminals had run a mock. However once I had finish with all my new invention, toys and upgrades, I was back in business. It was all worth it tho, with all the new gear I have no one stands a chance against me. Then again no one did before anyway. Yeah sometimes being incredibly strong tends to make things a bit dull. However I must admit that seeing the faces of horror, helplessness and sheer fear does make it all worth while. After all those who are strong protect themselves and feed upon the weak but those who are strongest protect the weak and fee upon the strong. My own little motto. I can't save them all but killing the wicked does help. In any case I just kept listening to Clare as she went through the list of my target.