Beep, beep, beep of the machines is all he could hear when he opens his eyes. The light was too bright so he shut them back again. He could feel cold steel around his right wrist as he tried to pull his arm and the metal cut into him; it hurt like you wouldn't believe. He then tried his left one and something like a thin strap was tied to his flesh. When he attempted to cry out in pain, he found that he couldn't make a sound because there was tube down his throat.
He tried to open his eyes again, and this time he forced them open so he could see his right arm. It took him a few minutes for the blurred vision to come into focus and he then saw his right arm was handcuffed to the bed railing. He turned his head to left to see that his left hand was too strapped into place. The bed had white bedding and the walls in the room were white. He took good look round the room; he was in a hospital. He tried to think how he got here and the events that led up to this start to come back in a flash.
He had taken a new job a few years ago because he needed the money to feed his family. He knew when accepted the job it was just matter of time before he end up behind bars or dead. But he had no choice. He had to take it anyway; he had bills to pay, food to buy, and kids schooling to pay for. He lost his high paying bank job because he was associated with his boss; a boss who had stolen some money from clients. That left him no other option but to find another line of work. No bank or financial institution would touch him after that, and on top of all that, he was four months behind on his payments for the rent too.
Over the last two years he had done things that he never thought he ever would have done. He had gone against his beliefs, his faith; he had killed in cold blood. He had killed some really good men, children even, and all of these deaths for money. He did this for his family; a family he has not seen in two years. He had a wife who he loved very much. Who he would make sure every penny he had earned for years and had gone in a saving account under her name. It had been hard for him the first few months, not being able to see the kids and wife he had left behind. He had written once a week during the first few months, but then he had to do the unthinkable; he had been ordered to wipe-out a whole family. This family included three little children aged ten, eight and two who's eldest was the same age has his youngest son.
After that job he just couldn't picture himself as a husband man and a father. No real father could do what he had done to that any family. The only way his family even knew he was still alive was because of the money. He made sure that it kept going into his wife's account every month like clockwork. He had been paid for every person he had killed. For each male it was anyway from $10,000 to $15,000, with females it was anyway from $5,000 to $8,000. Each child he was paid from $12,000 to $14,000. And finally any military person it was anyway from $25,000 to $50,000. So far he had four of these kills under his belt. Marine Master Gunnery Sergeant Wilcox, Two Air Force officers a Senior Airman Smith and his left flag Staff Sergeant Upton and finally Army Specialist Wilson.
That was why he had accepted the job six months ago for a navy SEAL… Lieutenant Commander Steven J. McGarrett. All he had to do was deliver him to North Korea and he had already put together a plan. All he still needed was few photos of a CIA agent he captured in North Korea six months ago where he had been given this job. He had put his plan into action three months ago when he sent agent Jenna Kaye photos of her beloved fiancé. He had watched Agent Kaye and Commander McGarrett get on a plane heading to South Korea while he smiled to himself as he walked way. He was so confident that he had gotten away with it, just like every other time before this. He had been paid $25,000.00 up front on top of that he would get $50,000 for the successful delivery. Someone in North Korea really wanted this sailor badly so far that they were willing to pay a very high price for him.
He never knew just how many friends Lieutenant Commander McGarrett had or how far they would go to rescue him. He never had seen anyone's family or friends go as far as they had to save someone as much as Lieutenant Commander's had done to bring him home.
He was finally able to let his muscles relax as the medication was injected by one of this nurses and he could feel the pain fade as he drifted back to sleep.