Chapter Three: Avery's Point of View

Today was my first assignment, my first contract. Easy enough, it was an old man by the name of Gregson Waliby. He was a contact within our party who had been leaking information to the Rebellion, which was making them pick out our weak spots. As much as I didn’t want to, I knew he had to be killed. I would have loved to let my father’s regimen fall into abyss, but I knew I would go down with it as well.

Sitting on the rooftop, I looked down at my target; he was having dinner with his family. I needed to make this discreet, but he knew that something was going down. He knew he needed to be around people, little did he know if it came down to it, I would kill him in front of his kids; it would just make it harder for them. Sighing, I made sure to c**k my gun correctly.

The wind was blowing slightly to the left, it was a cool mid-august day and I really was glad, because sitting up here in the blistering hear would not be very good for me. I needed to be discreet, and sweating everywhere probably wouldn’t be the best idea. Even though my father ran the country, the police would still be on me like hot sauce. I needed to be careful.

Gregson finally got up, kissing his wife and throwing on a jacket. This was good, this meant he was leaving. Hopefully I could catch him going to his car, or getting into his car. This needed to be done, I needed to go on to the next few targets. Although, the longer this took and the less time I had to take Kaleb’s life from him, sighing heavily he started clouding my mind. How was I going to do this, how was I going to take his life.

Walking towards the door, I saw Gregson look around as he stepped out. He thought I would attack him in broad daylight right on the street, not likely. That’s what sniper rifles were made for, being discreet. Did he really think I’d take a chance on getting caught or worse yet killed by taking him down with a knife or a handgun; he must be off his rocker. Or he could just be as paranoid as my father, which would be interesting.

Or maybe it was the fact Gregson knew he needed to be careful. He was still in my father’s regimen and he still knew people would be out for him. If it wasn’t me, it could be a citizen who wasn’t afraid to be prosecuted by the law. If only he knew I was sitting here right now, my face pressed up against the scope, waiting for him to enter his car.

Stepping outside, he made his way to his car, he stepped onto the street and opened the driver’s side door, getting inside. It was my time, I had to get this perfectly straight or else I would be considered dead to my father, both in his mind and in his life. He would have me executed by morning, if not later tonight.

I breathed in slowly, I could feel my heart starting to race, but this was no time to be having those feelings. I needed to think straight, I needed to make sure I was ready. Taking a few more breathes in, I put my finger on the trigger and pointed the gun at his head, his forehead coming into my view. Another few seconds and he leaned down to star the engine.

Click.

My finger pressed the trigger and within a few seconds, the bullet hit the windshield and shattered it into a million pieces. People from all around were screaming and taking cover, I took my face off the scope and looked down, Gregson’s lifeless body sat slouched over in the driver’s side. He was dead, mission successful. I disassembled by gun and put it in the laptop bag, throwing it over my shoulders and stepping into the elevator, I quickly came down, stepping outside, seeing the sirens and the policemen all surrounding the vehicle.

I made my way down the street and hopped into my car, starting the engine and carefully turning around, driving home. I made sure no police were following me or anyone suspected anything. I drove into the driveway, putting the car in the garage. Closing the door I made my way into the house.

“Avery!” I heard a voice behind me, Kevin lightly jogged over to me, “I take it Gregson is done for?”

“What makes you ask?”

“It’s all over the news, people are freaking out. They were just walking, taking a break from life when a window of a car shattered everywhere and the driver was dead. The police are dumbfounded and everything wonders what happened. Everyone knows he was part of your father’s government, they think this was a hit from the Rebellion.”

I smiled, “No, it’ll be a hit at the Rebellion, not from. He’s dead, contract one has been completed.” I put the laptop bag in the shoot next to the front door, “Make sure James cleans the barrel good, I need to make sure if I use it again, I don’t get gun powder on me.”

I opened the door, Kevin followed me in, he ushered me into my office, closing the door behind him. He sat down, an impatient look on his face, he obviously wanted to talk about how my talk went with my father, but he was really irritating me.

“What!? You can’t just push me around Kevin, what the hell do you want?” Irritation was boiling inside me, as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I did get my short temper from my father.

“How did it go? What did he say?” Kevin was on the edge of his seat, like this was some kind of thriller movie.

“How do you think it went? You know my father almost as well as I do, do you really think it would go the way I wanted it too?” I was mad, maybe not specifically at Kevin, but he was going to get the blunt end of this stick.

“So, you still have to go through with it? How is that going to work, I mean … you met him, you like him and now you have to kill him?

I was trying to block out my job, I was trying to make myself forget all I thought of him so when the time came for me to actually do something about it, I could. I didn’t want to kill him, but I didn’t really have a choice. What was I supposed to do? Pissing off my father was the last thing I wanted to do, especially since everything involved life or death.

“I don’t know, Kevin. What am I supposed to do? I need to forget about my feelings, I need to remember what my job is and I need to get it done. I have school tomorrow, which my father still expect me to do, even though I have to see him in the halls, little does he know it might be his last time walking down those hallways again.”

Kevin took a bow, opening the door, “You’ll figure it out. You always do. You’re the smartest person here and if anyone knows what to do, it would be you.”

He closed the door, leaving me to my thoughts.

A knock at the door shook me from my mind, I was about to blurt out something to Kevin, when I realized it could be a number of people who were knocking at the office. I straightened up in my chair, putting my hands on the desk.

“Come in.”I tried to sound professional, but I started questioning that way I said it. If this was my father, I was in for a lecture.

“Good evening, Sir.” My mother walked into the room, carrying a tray in her hands. She had made me my favourite dinner, Roast Beef. She sat the tray down and bowed, walking towards the door.

“Wait…” I almost yelled, holding back tears.

The woman looked back at me, tears in her eyes, she was probably thinking about what I was about to do, yell at her, call the guards on her.

“Mommy…” I choked back, tears starting to form. My mother closed the door and walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me. I started crying.