His Assassin

Chapter 21: HOEBAG!

Vixen

The following day, at exactly 10PM, I was waiting at The Underground for Wess. After that bouncer leaves, it's game over.

The door opened, Wess came in and greeted me...when I heard that door close completely shut, I bolted out of my seat.

"You," I grabbed the collar of his shirt, "you left out a very important detail about your girlfriend."

"WHOA, take it easy!"

"You didn't tell me she's pregnant!" I forced him against the wall.

"I-I didn't th-think you'd care!" He stumbled over his words.

"I'm an assassin...NOT THE DEVIL! I'M NOT SOME 'FETUS DELETUS' BUTTON YOU CAN PRESS! I don't fucking kill babies, man," I threw him to the ground, "and fuck you for thinking so." I pulled out one of my smaller guns and aimed.

"HEY, COME ON. I HAVE THE MONEY YOU WANT. IF I PAY YOU, YOU HAVE TO DO IT." Wess covered his face with his arms.

"I can deny service to anyone I choose. Screw you and your money, I don't need it. Worry about yourself," I clicked my gun, "I might just kill you with no charge."

"NO, WAIT, PLEASE-"

I stepped closer, my gun inches away from his face, "if I ever hear of your girlfriend being killed, I will come after you. On a random day, after a random amount of time, I will come after you. Got that?" I tapped the barrel of the gun on his temples twice.

"YEA! YES!" His eyes looked like they wanted to jump out of his head.

"Get out of here."

Wess picked up his shit and ran out of the backroom, breathing hard and fast.

I slumped into the booth with my head resting on the table. It feels like I haven't gotten a target in forever. I hate when work is slow like this, it gets terribly boring. Oh well, guess I'll just wait for my next call.

Speaking of calls, my personal phone chimed. It was Veronica.

Veronica: Hey! Let's meet up with Ace for lunch this Saturday. He says it's important.

Me: Sounds good, let me know where we're going.

I made my way out of The Underground to my car and drove back to Andy's house. There, I took care of Cujo and we cuddled on the couch together. Don't get me wrong, this is nice and all, but I wish I was doing something.

I decided to go down to the basement where Andy has his gym equipment and started working out. Cujo followed after me and watched as I ran on the treadmill. He's so cute, he did push-ups with me in his own doggy way.

Though working out with my dog was fun, I'd like to be running after someone...I JUST WANT A JOB TO DO OK?!

After taking a shower, Cujo and I went to bed. I'll visit Andy tomorrow, maybe work on myself there too.

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I headed over to the facility in the afternoon. Andy has to work with weapons today, and I'm excited to see how he does.

To get to the training area, I have to pass by the infirmary. There's no other way around it. I speedily walked past it and didn't get caught by Jason.

I passed by a supply closet before rounding the corner to the training area, but the closet opened and I was pulled in by the back of my shirt. The closet was dark, so I yanked the hand away and threw a punch.

"AH-" a male voice grunted.

Wait...I flicked the light on, "wha-damnit, Jason! What the fuck?"