The Assassin's Assistant

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen – JASON

I sat on the carpet floor, disgusted with myself.

All those deaths were my fault. Not Lux’s, not Britt’s, but mine. Sure, Brittany had given the order and Lux had placed everything, but I was the one who made the bomb. I could’ve said no. I should’ve walked away. We had thrown a faux party and invited all these people there under the guise of it being for buisness offers. They were tricked and then killed. Some of the people who came weren't even a target, just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. And they were killed for it.

‘Stop it; you’re going to drive yourself insane.’

I brought my focus back to the paperwork surrounding me. ‘Remember why you’re doing it. You’re keeping her alive. Georgia needs the money to live.’

Something turned on behind me and light came flooding from behind. A man’s voice said, “Hello.”

I jumped, scattering papers everywhere and turned around. A man whom I had never seen before was on the main screen. “Uhhhm,” I didn’t really know what to say to the face.

The man laughed. He had brown hair that was greying and his face was creased all over with wrinkles. His eyes had an unnatural dullness to them. “I’m assuming you’re the new one I’ve been told about. Could you please get Brittany in here for me?” he said in an amused voice.

I called out to Britt’s office, “Uh, Britt? You’ve got mail.”

She came out and into the main room. “What do you mean?” She turned and saw the man on the screen. “Oh, hello, Sir.”

The man – “Sir”, I guess – gave a dry smile. “Hello, Brittany. This is…” he looked towards me.

“Jason,” Britt said, “He does most of the technical stuff for us.”

Sir shook his head, “Jason better improve at it because his little toy didn’t work very well yesterday.”

I tilted my head to the side. “What do you mean? I saw the bomb go off.”

“It may have went off,” he spoke slowly, “but it didn’t do its job. Do you know the death count, boy?” His eyes were unblinking.

Ilooked away from the screen. “About 78 executives came, and some of them brought guests, so that would be-“

He raised his hand and cut me off. “Let me tell you. Four, only two of them were actual targets, one was a staff member of the building and the last was a guest.”

I should’ve been upset, but, honestly, I was relieved that it wasn’t so bad. “I don’t understand why it didn’t do the job. Part of the building was blown up, so the building should’ve collapsed, and it was designed to start a fire where it didn’t fall.”

“And why would you do that?” he shouted.

I was caught off guard by how suddenly he had changed. “To make it look like an oven fire.”

He leaned in close to the camera, “Is it not clear to you what your job is? Your job is to kill them. I have agents who can help cover your tracks if you can't! All you need to do is the simple, little task of getting rid of them! Now, thanks to you, they are alerted, so now they’re going to be guarded and we have to take them out one by one.”

Britt stepped forward. “Okay, so we’ll do it one by one then. I can do that.”

“Make sure you use the girl this time and not your little pacifist,” he growled.

She firmly answered, “We’ll get the job done.”

“You better.” And, with that, he signed off.