Charlie Baker

                                                                              Chapter 1

    Rain. I hate when it rains. Of course, the time I’m in Prague it has to. Normally it’s very nice. I always love to pass by that little bakery place, a couple of blocks where they shot that mission impossible movie. Speaking of movies they should make a movie about the interesting life that I have.  Interested? First let me introduce myself. I’m Charlie, Charlie Baker and lately I have been depressed. I mean come on; I’m sitting on the roof of a building at night soaked from head to toe, how depressing. Yes, poor Charlie, no girlfriend, just my long black wet sniper rifle and me.  Well I’m not going to jump if that’s what you think; I’m actually on a job. Normally these feelings don’t bother me; to be honest I’m a bit confused myself. Lately I end up daydreaming for hours and it’s starting to affect my work.  

    Oh just in time, let me turn off my watch alarm.

    My job is consisting of killing people. Yes, Assassin, Eraser, hit man whatever you want to call me. I work for many “big people”, more like people from different mafias, what ever they call it these days. The funny part is, “the boss or leaders”, they think I’m working for only them; I actually take on multiple contracts and who ever pays me more, that’s my boss.

     So, I’m here in Prague waiting for a guy named Raul Rodriguez who killed his wife and the wife so happened to be the daughter of a triad member. Normally, the people I work for would take care of these people themselves but I made a name for myself, I’m the best at what I do and if you did something wrong and I had to find you, YEA, you might as well kill yourself, just like this poor guy Raul. Actually the Triad members were held up at the airport by TSA, that’s when I got the called. Anyway, So Raul heard I had a contract on him and thought I wouldn’t find him if he left the states.  Boy was he wrong. Lucky someone tipped him off.  Me.  I like to humor myself give me a break. I disguised my voice and told him that Charlie Baker is here looking for him in Prague. I don’t know what is with me; I guess I love the hunt or seeing them run in fear as I chase them.  I laughed. But seriously, hold on a sec…. this guy is getting out of my range… 

     I picked up my sniper rifle and set the front of my gun on the edge of the building. I opened the scope and aimed very steady downward at Raul running through the streets. Poor guy, you should see him, he looks clumsy, tripping all over things.

     Ugh this rain! I’m so going to break out with pneumonia tomorrow.  Bang! The bullet shot out of the gun with such speed striking Raul in the back of the neck. Raul grabbed his neck as he gasped for air and fell to the floor.  People that were around him in the street ran with fear as some tried to help him.

     Its too late, they will never save him now, with my aim, I know I separated his spinal cord. Well, it’s time to go, I have a plane to catch.

   The worst part of my job has to be the next day. Yes that’s me, sleeping in the back of class. You see I kill for a living and I also attend college. That’s right, I’m trying to get a degree. I’m enrolled full time, taking eight teen credits and I work. But the problem is I’m failing. My job has me traveling to different countries and the jet lag is really taking a toll on me. I attend Massachusetts Institute of Technology. I’m studying to become a chemist and I have one last chance before they kick me out of this private school I worked so hard to get into. If I get kicked out that means I would have to start all over somewhere and they would never let me back in. The big problem is Professor Bradley. He’s this tall over the hill white guy with neatly combed hair and always wears these ugly boots. He also has been here for many years and has some seniority around the school. He’s very up tight and never gives out “A’s” to anyone. Last semester their was this Asian girl that worked so hard, had all A’s in class, and she ended with a B on her transcript, what an ass. I swear he’s racist too! Always picking on those that are different from him. For some reason he hates me, I don’t know what I’ve done to him. I guess it’s because I rest in his class every morning to catch up on sleep.