A Worthy Hitman

Chapter Four - The Gang

     I turn around, and I see a little kitten walk up towards me. It was a black and white kitten. I sigh in relief, and put my gun down. " Meoow ", the kitten said loud. I crouch down, and nuzzle its chin. It starts purring.

     This guy was probably abandoned by its mother. This little guy is probably very hungry, such a skinny guy. I get up, and walk over to the freezer built in the side of the warehouse. I grab a bit of beef, and feed it to the cat.

     He chows down. " where did you come from?...", I say with question. In the warehouse, was a poker table in the center, a small kitchen area in the corner. And a wall with old, musty beds lined up against it. There is a bathroom, with a little shower, but the people living here make the best of it.

     I walk over to the poker table. I took of my hat and sunglasses, and put them on the table. I threw my jacket, and t-shirt in a small bin for laundry. I take a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter and walk out of the back door.

     The warehouse was right next to the ocean, so every evening, we would always get a beautiful sunset. I love coming out and just watching it. It would always calm me down. I pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.

     I took a couple puffs, and let the smoke blow away into the soft winds. I would stand there for at least fifteen minutes. Just letting the rustling of the wind take me off to sleep.

     Silence, silence, silence...

     ," MAX!". somebody had yell into my ear, I jump with fear. Who ever it is, I grab them by the neck and start strangling them. " M-max, its m-e, R-an-dy ". I stop strangling him, I didn't realize it was Randy. Randy was apart of the group that I was in.

     Well, if you consider it a group. There is no leader, it just contains nine guys trying to survive, including me. There is, Ray, Matt, Hardy, Randy, Rusty, Martin, Kevin, and Dan. But, Randy was the child of the group, even though he is twenty three. He was a side musician, he would perform on street corners, he has a talent.

     But he spys sometimes, he gets hired to do it. But really, he is a kind soul, that you could never get mad at. His twin brother Rusty is the more mature one. Rusty always looks after Randy. I always envied them, for the relationship they had, is a relationship I wish I had.

     ," what are you doing back so early?", I ask. " well... uhm... I was spying the next target, but I got caught, please can you forgive me?", he said with a puppy dog face. I stare at him, I'm too calm to be mad right now. I pat his head, " you can always try again ", I say with a calm smile.

     He responds with a big goofy grin, " Will Do!". I hear the ocean waves crash together, it was just beautiful. " the guys should be coming back now, let's hurry in before it gets cold ", Randy says patting my shoulder.

     I throw my cigarette on the ground and mush in under my foot. And I head back inside. I look at where the kitten ate, and he was gone. He had gotten what he wanted. I smile, good for him.

     Ten minutes later, and all the guys come in at once, chatting a storm. " I was walking down the road from my job, and All These Police Men! Push Me Out Of The Way! And Don't Even Do Anything!", Hardy said angrily.

     Hardy worked at a gas station, he was the hot headed one out of the group. " calm down Hardy, the police ain't our problem ", Ray said. Ray was the father figure of the group, he always looked after us. He was the oldest as well.

     I'm sitting at the poker table, all the guys stop and stare at me, " ...... HEY MAX!", they all yell with excitement. I get up, and give them all a bro hug, " Great Job!", Martin said, " Yeah! Awesome Work!". Dan said after the following.

     Matt walks over to me, and gives me a bro shake. " Good Goin Maxy Boy!", he said slapping my bare back. Matt was my best friend, him and I would always just, get a long. He was the person I would trust my life with. " Yeah! The TVs were going nuts about you today!", Kevin siad.

     They were all yelling at me with their New Yorker accents. We have a little TV that barely works. But they turn it on, " Todays Breaking News! The worlds most wanted Criminal, also known as the worlds best Htiman, Max Ontoro, took his next victim today. The target was at The Royal Dutch Shell corporation building -

     Killing at least seventy one people, sixty three of them being guards, and the rest, business men. But the real question is? Is this Max Ontoro Unstoppable? We ask the police, to see what their thoughts are on this matter?".

     It starts showing footage of me dodging all the bullets that were shot at me, at this moment, I start to get a sinking feeling in my stomach. " well, Max Ontoro is a challenging one... his practices are so rare, even most of us can't figure out what his secret is, it's like he's not human. But we will do everything we can to stop him, and his horrific crimes, even it takes a whole army ".

     Everybody is staring at the TV, It keeps showing videos of me jumping out of the window, and running down the street. The wound on my arm starts to hurt, all the guys yell in celebration, they pat my back. They compliment all the moves I did. But all I can do, is stare at myself at the TV, looking like a scary monster.

To be continued...