The Assignment

It is about a hit man that falls in love and read the story.

The Assignment

                My name is Antonia Lootanomen Whiterunner, I have been accused of murder on three different cases. I am a hired gun, I work alone, I am not to be married or in love, but I have and am currently in love, with who I cannot disclose right now in fear of endangering her. What was she to me, an assignment, the problem I got too close, so close that I have been caught and am currently in the back of a patrol car hand-cuffed and tired. This is where the assignment becomes more to me than just another hit. My assignment began last spring, in April, and it was supposed to be an easy hit for me, but the big problem…she worked for the police.

 

                “Tony,” my boss says calling me over to him, “your last assignment went well by the looks,” seeing I had come with a photo of the position I shot from and the sounds of sirens headed in the opposite direction. “I just got a call, you are to be the main on the next project.”

“Okay, what is it?”

“That is what we must discuss next, come up to my office.”

The building was an old warehouse, refurnished on the inside to look more modern. All the rooms were on the main floor while the only room upstairs was Geiovanie’s office. His reasons were his own but our ideas were that he secretly recorded our skills and kept a close eye on those that might threaten his leadership position. I had my own file now by the looks of it. As we get to the top of the stairs I hear a gun shot, and with it being my job I didn’t get much of a chance to recover from one shot to the next.

“I see you are still jumpy since you were shot last October.”

“Yea, never got over that,” another loud crack sounds through the warehouse.

“It’s okay Tony, you weren’t close to dying…fully,” looking back at me.

“Geo, I was shot in my right-arms artery, it still is recovering,” trying to get my arm to work properly again, “It is only when I sit for to long it gets a bit lifeless.”

“Good thing for you, means infer-red scanners won’t see it,” chuckling and giving me a scornful, but yet somewhat playful look saying take the joke and move on.

“Not funny Geo,” still climbing the stairs and almost to the office door where we are going to “talk” I seriously wonder why I am on the case and not one of the higher up people in our little firm of death.

“Come on, you know it has been about 7 months, loosen up.”

“Not today.”

“Fine,” reaching the door, opening and stepping inside. “Now about your next assignment, there is a problem with how it is to be carried out.”

“Like?” stepping through the door after him and shutting the door behind me.

“She, yes it is a girl, is a cop. Not just any, this is the prized-possession of this cities police department, under heavy guard and is escorted everywhere. They screen everyone that goes near her. Full pat down. When she is in the open she has a bullet-proof vest on, and has bullet-proof glass in her car,” he says and he sits down relaxed and knowing that he will be safe out of danger and that I might be dead by the end of the day, but I am determined to live through and make it to tomorrow.

“So it is tough to get at her…”

“No, not tough, impossible, three or our men have gone after her and have been shot, killed. They didn’t understand how wary they should have been,” so relaxed that he puts his feet up from behind his desk and leans back.

“I see, well what am I supposed to do than if they couldn’t get at her?” looking for a place to sit and seeing no other chairs, I must stand till this talk is over, it makes me feel almost as though he wants to make everyone uncomfortable whenever he has someone in his office.

“Yea, so why don’t you go and get on that case right away then Tony?” looking at me as if I was supposed to bow to him and leave whenever he wants, treating us like play toys, never a slight bit of respect.

Again he gives me the look of leave now or I will personally kill you right on the spot and the funny thing about me doing it is that no one in our organization will even question me on what happened to you. This was my cue; I leave in a hurry and get out of the warehouse even faster.  Going to the nearest place to eat I realize something. I didn’t know where she was. What she looked like. Or for that matter how much I was going to make. The last of the made me more upset than the first two. Having a quick bite to eat I start my job like any other. Find or get more information on the target.

This process for me was arduous and needed some livening up, sitting on the side of a street corner waiting for my target took too long and wasted valuable sleeping time in my opinion, the reason for the waste was that the target was exactly as described, bullet-proof, and heavily guarded. I have tried several different ways to get into the police departments computer systems and have failed each time, and every time that I feel as though I have made progress they change something so that I can’t find my way back to where I was. I have come to my conclusion, but I am going to need Geo’s blessing to follow through with it because it involves being close and getting close to breaking some of the rules.

“Geo!” I say as I am running into our location, he looks up from his work of training someone in the technique of how to snipe someone quietly but effectively from a mile out.

“Yea Tony?” The look he gave me was one of many questions, the main one that he had was of why I wasn’t working on getting more information on my new target.

“I have to ask something Geo, the question is, can I make contact with my assignment?”

“Sure you can, just don’t get close remember our rules,” still giving me his look of disgust because he knows what the next question is.

“No I mean, close contact, as in talking and such?”

“Ah so the true question comes out. Why would you want to do that with such a precious assignment?”

“Because if I don’t get close to her, I won’t be able to get any new information about her. And with no new information, you won’t be able to get your prized kill that you wanted.”

“I see, well I guess we can make an exception this one time being as you have suffered more than most for this ‘job’,” understanding but still giving me a sly look as though I didn’t notice it before.

“Thank you, and I will make sure that it won’t get to close,” leaving quickly not wanting to know what Geo has in store for me next being that I have to break rules in order to get at my target when most of the time you are to be in the shadows, lying low, and waiting like a serpent would its prey.

In a week’s time I have been out on the streets again, stalking my prey, have tried walking up to her, signaling her, and even trying to get notes through the guards but all of my attempts have failed. The only way that I can even see getting to her is by making a distraction that forced the guards away from her so that I could go and talk to her. My plans consisted of a smoke bomb, a set of firecrackers, and to top it all off I hired someone to walk stumbling from the smoke holding their body as if they have been shot repeatedly. The plan seem fool-proof, so I started to set it up that day, the reason for that was because I had all the materials need for the project. Then I hear crashing above, and a shriek as someone was dropping.

I am lying on the ground, my head is bleeding a little bit and all I see is what looks to be the back of my assignment sprinting into an alley to her right. I wondered why is someone who had just fallen from the second story of a building running in high heels away from me. I turn and look now that I was sitting up to see that the guards are all looking out the window down upon me, one of the shouts “Are you ok?”

My response is “Yes, but had a bit of a tumble I think,” They all look at me as if I am crazy. A second man speaks up.

“You were just the landing pad for one of the most valuable people in this city, and you think that you just fell down. Man do you need to know what is up now.” The first man looks at his partner, then down at me, and finally speaks.

“Have you seen a woman running down there at all, in either direction?”

“I think I have but I don’t know if that was from being ‘landed’ on or if it was real, but if it was real then she went that way,” pointing in the opposite direction than the way the woman went.

“Thank you sir,” the second man says realizing that the others have left to go after their project.

That was close I thought to myself as I go after her with a relatively fast pace to make sure that she didn’t go too far from where I saw her enter the alleyway. I see her at the end of the alley looking my way thinking that I was her “guardians.” She walks up to me and thanks me asking for my name I tell her I am Antonio but my co-workers all call me Tony. I ask her for her name but she is very reluctant to give it being that she just ran away from those that were supposed to guard and protect her. So I try to make the situation less awkward.

“I work as a Sound Design for Multi-media artist.”

“What is that?” she asks me completely surprised by my long title of a name.

“I is Foley Artist in short, I make the sound effects for movies and other sorts of Multi-media. It is quite enjoyable and many people don’t know what it is, so it was a good question to ask,” seeing that she doesn’t like to feel lesser to anybody around her and not confident in what her feelings are toward me being that we are talking in an alley and I am a male she is probably thinking that I am going to rape her. I have considered shooting her currently but her eyes have drawn me in and I can’t help but think, What would it be like to go out on a date with this woman that I just met in an alleyway it would seem quite awkward being that we are in an alleyway and that she is a cop and I am a random pedestrian that started to talk to her. As I was thinking of what next to say, she looks up and asks

“What it is like to be out and about without having guards or anything else now days?”

I look at her as respond, “You are out and about now, you tell me.”

“It feels different than it used to be 5 years before I got this job.”

“My question is why were those guys after you?” already knowing the answer and wanting her to tell me for certain, that way it isn’t creepy how I know about her while she hasn’t seen me.

“It is my boss, he likes to think that I am the greatest person alive because I am able to tell him who the killers are by just looking into peoples eyes, it is almost as if I can read their thoughts on what they are going to do next. He makes sure that no one can get to me without my guards being there to protect me and when they aren’t there then I have to sit in an empty room with only a window of the city behind me. It is for my “protection” more like a prison to me, though I do get to do what I love the most because I am making it safer for everyone to walk the streets. Especially from the gang over in the shipping yard. Those assassins are scoundrels and have killed many a great person from this city, I have caught 3 of them but I always seem to find it extremely difficult to tell if they are killers or not.”

There is a sudden noise behind us and I hear trash cans being overturned as the “guards” come running down the alley, they grab me and immediately encircle their project. After a search of me they find my gun. It wasn’t in an obvious spot but these guys know how to do a search of a persons body. They immediately handcuff me and lead me away from my assignment. She is crying out saying that it was a big misunderstanding and that it was her fault not mine, though the guards still lead me on my solitary walk to their car that is not more than 20 feet away. They cover my head from hitting the top of the doorway into the car and they start to drive me back to the station. In the car behind me is my assignment, she is frantically trying to escape but the men have her in cuffs as well to keep her “protected” from herself. Upon arriving at the station I meet an old friend of mine, the head of the department, Gerald Wanecuff. He knows me, he has seen me, and he has been after me for some time now. Everything goes black for me and I am in a dark room with a single light above and Gerald on the opposite side of the room.

Part Two

The chair was comfy, and what I mean by comfy was that it didn’t stab into your lower extremities and make you want to itch down there. No this chair was comfy in the sense that it wasn’t great to sit in it, but you could sit in it for a long time and not worry about anything else…unless you happen to be in an interrogation room with the meanest cop in the city across the room from you. Which this happened to be true with me, Gerald was known for his cruelty when talking with suspects, and suddenly and uncomfortable chair seemed more suitable to sit in than being in the room with him.

“So why were you following our lady Tony?” yes he knew me by name, I have been in this room several times for reasons that I don’t even know sometimes.

“I was making sure that she was safe and that no one was going to hurt her is all. Honest.” This is a total lie, I was going to get some info on her so I know who she was and then I was going to kill her, but now that I think about it I should have just killed her then, it would have been the best time to do it any ways. I mean there was nobody around to see it happen. Man was I not thinking at the time I reached her in the alley. I shake my head in disgust, though that movement caught the attention of Gerald and he asks the question that I was dreading to hear from him.

“Why did we find your gun on you while you were talking to our girl?” There was silence in the room for a long time before I was going to answer, and right when I opened my mouth, “Oh and while we are on the subject of guns, do you have any idea as to what happened last week to one of our undercover cops, cause the last thing we heard one our wire was a gunshot, someone snapping a picture and running away.”

“The reason for the gun was because of protection, you know well enough that I have a permit to have a concealed weapon on my body even for just walking around town. And I didn’t know that one of your undercover cops got shot, I didn’t even know that there were still undercover cops in the force still, I mean haven’t they been outdated with all the new technology that has come out like infer-red cameras and night vision goggles?” I was hoping that the statement would throw him off my trail but unlike some of the other cops in the force here he wasn’t as gullible and followed straight on with more questions about my whereabouts for the last week.

“Oh here is a question that might surprise you; we found a smoke bomb under a car in the area that her guards saw you, and just by chance we got out fingerprint scanner working again just this week so we found that you were the one that had that matching prints in the machine. Now tell me something, what would you be doing with a smoke bomb; near the police station, while a run-away Psychiatrist that just happened to land on you and run in the direction that you followed not long after you were hit and then say to the police that you were going to “protect” her. Was the bomb for a distraction,” this made me cringe, because the last time I lied openly to him I was beaten by him and no one took notice the entire time, “so it was for a distraction, why would someone like you a “Foley Artist” need a distraction?”

“That is a good question, allow me to explain. May I do it in song and dance?”

“No. I know what you do with your songs. Just say it like a normal human-being.”

“Fine. Well the reason for me needing a distraction is that I was going to record the sound of the smoke canister going off and then add it to my sound effects library. I thought it was going to be a good idea up until your lady decided that I would be a good landing pad for her when she jumped out that window.”

“Oh is that so, well how is your library doing because I mean the last time I saw you, you were in this exact room and they had found a hand-grenade in your possession,” he was waiting to see my reaction to this statement because the last time I was in here they had found a grenade in my hand and I had been about to lob it at my target when they caught me and were wondering why I had forgotten to pull the pin, and for that matter why I had a grenade in the middle of a city.

“You know I have been working on it and it is still expanding, I would show you but you don’t make house trips and that is where it is located, and you know that I don’t like showing other people my work when they don’t take the time to quick come to my house and visit.”

“Ok, but can you finish your response to my question because you have yet to tell me why you were following our lady?”

“Like I said before, I was making sure that she was safe and that no harm was going to come to her.”

“And telling her guardians to go the wrong way?”

“Those were her guardians? I thought they were chasing her and wanted to harm her, that is why I led them astray,” I am trying not to twitch at this point and Gerald can see this, he knows something is up but he doesn’t lead onto anything at this point.

“Really. Well what a good Samaritan you are for looking out for your fellow man, this time. A warning, next time you see her out and about on her own try and help her guards, not lead them in the wrong direction, don’t want any mishaps now do we,” he looks at me with a look of distain and disgust in his eyes knowing that he really can’t pin anything on me yet.

“Right-o Gerald, I’ll make sure that anyone going after her gets the right directions as to what way she is headed, and just wondering do you think you could tell me her name.”

He laughs at the thought of me asking him, “You know well enough that I am not allowed to tell you that, for all we know you could be out to get her if you had her name,” he had me there, looks like I was going to have a hard road ahead of me in order to get her name, and her alone again.

They led me out of the building and gave me back all my possessions except for my gun and the smoke bomb.That is not too big of a problem; the worst part of it was that they started following me when I was out on the street, I saw a couple of them, but then they decided that following me from a two foot distance was not a good idea and they back up to a 40 foot distance. I looked back once just to make them feel better about themselves that way they could try and hid in the alley-way that I just happened to have turned into to try and get them off my tail. I succeeded. They lost me within 4 blocks of the police department and couldn’t find me for the rest of the afternoon. I was quite a spectacle to watch, all I had to do once I lost them was sit in a café and drink some coffee while I watched them run around the area where they last saw me. There weren’t very good at their jobs. After that I let them “find” me again and I headed home that way they wouldn’t lose their jobs, or get scolded to harshly due to their lack of wit and understanding that following someone is an art not something you pick up overnight. At home I went and found my key to get at my gun stash, and some of my fake ID cards as well; you never know when you might need them.

 

For the next week I staked out the police department, saw several attempts of escape from my assignment, all of which failed. I figured that on the next attempt I would intervene and get her away from the police before they can get her back. It just so happened that 5 minutes after I made up my mind I hear a crash and then a soft thud as she lasts, again, on the pavement below, again unhurt, she is in tennis shoes today, an improvement from before. I was 2 blocks from her and luckily she was headed my way, once she gets close I show myself and am able to get her to follow me. I lead her through the alley-way and to the nearest clothing store that way at least it will be easy to change her from one set of clothes to another, but before we get inside she looks at me and asks, “Why should I trust you? I only met you last week and I barely know you! Why should I trust you?”

I look at her in astonishment; I had gotten her into the alley, out into the public and am trying to get her into a clothing store and now she asks the question; while men are chasing us. “You should trust me because I am not the one returning you to the police and that I am the one leading you through the town that you don’t know because of your escort. I that good enough for you?” She ponders this, I look at her frantically then I look up to see that our pursuers were closer than I thought. “Can you think a bit faster if you don’t we are sitting ducks to be caught by the hunters nets!”

“Ok, I can trust you…I think.”

“Good,” grabbing her arm and rushing her into the store to get her out of their sight yet again, “I know where the store lets out from the back that will throw them for a loop if they try to follow us because there are lots of alleys and many little side streets that connect up to the main alley-way.” She is looking at me now with a look of horror.

“You mean that we have to do more running, and I have to go through unknown alley-ways, in a city I don’t know and following a strange man that just so happened to help me run away. I think I would have better odds with being brought back to the police.”

“But what if I tell you that when we get someplace safe that I would give you a tour of the city. And I will take you out to some of the finest restaurants that the town has,” why would you offer her that, you barely know her and anyways you aren’t supposed to get that close to her, and not to mention the cost of going to all those restaurants.

“That sounds wonderful, one question that I have right now is, where am I going to sleep? If I use my cards they will find me and if you pay someone might recognize me if I am in a hotel and then send be back to my “captors.” That wouldn’t be very good for me because they said that the next time that I tried to get away they would put a tracker on me.”

“That is terrible, and to answer your housing situation, you could sleep at my place, I have a secure location that no one knows about that you would be able to get into. As well as people wouldn’t suspect anything if you come into my house and then leave randomly.”

“Is that because you sleep around?”

“No, it’s just that I have a lot of lady friends in the area that need a place to sleep some nights,” the look she gives me shows me that she doesn’t believe me and that she will believe me for the time being because we are being chased by the police, “oh and just wondering, who will I be taking into my humble house, because you have yet to tell me your name and I would hate to have a guest at my house whose name I do not know.”

“It is Juliana  Darina, and thank you for helping me.”

“No problem,” at this point I start to think that it is a bad idea to let her into my home and possible be walking the streets with me.

Author's Note

Ignore my grammar mistakes, and I have a couple of misspelled words that are words but not the words that I want to have where those words are.

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