His Assassin

Chapter 4: I'm a Fucking Assassin & I Kill People for a Living

Vixen

Assassinating another assassin proves to be more difficult. Taking myself, for example, I'll be damned if I'm ever hunted and killed as easily as a regular civilian.

No, no, no, killing me would be nearly impossible. I say "nearly" just because I'm still human.

Now, since my target is harder to kill, I'm forced to raise my price for the job. I already let Juliet know about it; she said she needed some time to get the money. While she did that, I'd gather more information on the target.

That's what I'm doing right now, but even simple surveillance is strenuous. I can't just park in front of his house or a neighbor's and look into his windows from my car.

See, he's like me in a couple of ways. He uses blackout curtains that are never open, and more than two locks on his door. Then there are his security cameras outside, tall black spear top fences, jeez...what if he has motion sensors too?

I've never hunted another assassin before, but I'm up for the challenge. I also still want that money.

When I retire, I won't ever truly retire. I'm just a harder target to kill. So I'll move to a different country, live in a mansion, and have butlers and maids. Veronica and I will be living next to each other too, we planned this whole thing out. For all of that, I'll need all the money I can get my hands on.

Back to the hunt, I only drove by once and took the dead-end to turn back out of the neighborhood. I couldn't stand still for too long, he'd think it's suspicious.

I parked on the side of the road at the end of the neighborhood...I don't know how I'm supposed to see what he does inside his house when he has such high security measures. For now, I can only stalk him while he's outside. I even brought a tracker with me; I'll stick it on his car when I have the chance.

Speaking of only seeing him outside, his car is leaving his house right now; time to follow and see what he does. I waited a couple of seconds before going after him, and I let some cars get in front of me on the way.

We ended up in some neighborhoods up north of the city. While Jesse pulled over to the side of the road, I kept driving so he wouldn't think anything suspicious. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw him get out of his car, so I slowed down and turned back around.

I pulled over three houses down from where he was and watched him walk up to the house, but he soon walked out of view as he went around the back.

Since he's not going through the front like a normal person, he must be here for business. Alright...time to see what he's like when doing his job.

I stepped out of my car, pulling my bandana back over my face. In the darkness of night, I snuck over to his car, placing my micro-tracker on the inside of his tire rim. Then I headed to the wooded area behind the house and hid there.

From my place, I saw only one light on in a room upstairs. Well, more like the light of a TV in the dark. In the downstairs, one window was open; Jesse's way of entry.

Shortly after I put those pieces together, screaming was heard from upstairs through the open downstairs window. I've come to know the difference in screams over all my years of being an assassin, and that man's screams were those of suffering.

Jesse didn't go in there just to kill someone, he's in there torturing them.

Abruptly, after about 30 seconds, the screams stopped, never sounded again. Jesse came jumping out the downstairs window, closing it once he was out. I had to stay put or he'd see me.

I heard his car door open and shut, then he drove away.

I'll see where he is later, the tracker will show me. Right now...I wanna see what he did to that man who was alive a couple of minutes ago.