The job was simple, retrieve a dictator's daughter from rebels. In and out with the girl, that was the plan, until the rebels had more fire power than they were supposed to. It seemed like I had to fight every rebel. Then when I did get the girl delivered, her father didn't pay me all I was promised. I had to fight the his soldiers, just to get all my money.
Now in the states, I was enjoying some peace between jobs in one of my safe houses. I was content to lay low and pick an easy job, with a high enough pay out the next time I went to work. The injuries I had picked up on the last job were minor and I could patch myself easy enough.
I'm good at patching myself up. In my line of work if you can't, you have three choices: die, or go to a hospital and get asked a lot of questions by some not so friendly police, or suck up the pain and stitch yourself up. I learned a long time ago that I can suck it up and deal with it. I beats dying and I made the choice for this career path years ago.
Heck, I'm old in this profession, most hitters don't live long. I wonder if I'm lucky or cursed to live with the memories of all the people I've killed. I know I'm not a good person. I think if the eighteen year old version of myself knew this is how I turned out he would have been happy to run the store like Dad wanted to me to.
I may need a job if this is how I'm spending my down time, thinking about things that won't change. I'll always have dirty hands, no amount of wishing can change that. Second chances aren't common and God knows I don't deserve one. Retrieval Specialists work alone because if anyone saw what they really where they would never stay.
The phone rang and I answer it thankful for the interruption.
"Spencer, I have a job for you. Pays $300,000.00 for plane designs." There was a breath then he spoke again, "Interested?"
"Maybe." I replied.
"Good, my name is Victor Dubenich. I'll text you the details." He hung up.
Job's like that one, blueprints were good, hardly anyone was injured. I didn't have to kill anyone for being in the wrong place and the wrong time. I needed a change, I want to do something better than hurting people... just because I'm paid to do it. I hurt people for a living that's what I'm good at.
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