Chapter One-The Message
7 June 2015
Good Morning Lucas. We have one more job for you. This will be the last assignment you before you are decommissioned. The mark is Russian mafia kingpin Vladimir Slamaski. He will be meeting with his close advisors at Café Belwah in New York next week at noon. You will be using a close ranged weapon, and leaving it at the café. When you have killed him join the chaos to evacuate the café. Good luck and goodbye.
After reading his last order from the people whom he never met, Lucas Walden went to his fireplace to burn the message as he always had. He walked pass a mirror. He stopped to look. What he saw was a gorgeous man, about six feet tall, dark brown hair and eyes to match. His face was unblemished and he had perfect teeth. He muscles rippled down his body. You could even tell this through his shirt, some would say looked like he bought it at the Baby Gap, which was skin tight. He continued to his fireplace. To either side of it was a window, which you could catch every sight of the beautiful country side.
Lucas lived in the country side of New York State. He owned a lavish three story house, with 60 acres of land. He hasn't always had such a unique lifestyle. In fact he was born and raised in the Bronx.
His mother was a stripper at the local bar, and he never knew his father. When he was about four years old, his mom was sadly murdered. The police did not care about another dead stripper. The case went unsolved. As years passed, Lucas grew up parentless. Being passed between foster family to foster family until he turned 18.
On his 18th birthday he entered the Marines. His marksmanship was so good he was invited to become a Marine Sniper. This is a very select group of Marines that went on special missions. After his first enlistment was over he reenlisted. He seemed to be finally found his place in the world. Of course, as had been the case when his mom died, all good things in his life must come to an abrupt end. Lucas was in Asia when it happened. The thought of it still made him cringe.
An immense firefight was going on. Lucas' unit was called in for suppression over a Mongolian valley. Lucas was stationed in a birds nest thirty clicks south of the valley. Lucas was equipped for three days of waiting. His orders were to wait until the enemy entered the valley, then he and his unit were to kill every last one. This was the brutality of war. Two days passed without any noise. The third day hit. Lucas was sitting in his birds nest when it happened. Two loud bangs filled the valley. Mortar shells from two tanks had been fired. They connected with there target. Three men in his unit were in a trench in the middle of the valley. Apparently the trap had failed. Quickly, Lucas grabbed his sniper rifle and extended the stand. Looking down from the tower, he adjusted his sight. About 200 yards from him was the first target. He aimed for the kill. He fired. The man was instantly swept off his feet and laid on the ground, dead.
His unit had done the same. All around the valley men were dropping. The enemy returned fire on his unit. One by one the rebels discovered the places the Snipers laid. All Lucas could do is keep picking off Mongolians, one by one. So he did. His last count was 52. Finally, the rebels were down to a miniscule amount of soldiers and the two tanks. Lucas went to fire again. Click. Nothing happened. Lucas reached for his third magazine. He couldn't find it. He had run out of ammunition. Lucas reached for his side arm and descended the tower. Reaching the ground, he used the shrubbery that surrounded the valley as cover. He counted the men that remained, nineteen. The closest of which were about 50 yards away. He carefully approached him. Lucas dispatched the rebel by twisting his next with vicious force.
Lucas continued to dispatch the enemy. There were nine left, four of them by the tanks, and five behind the next shrub. Lucas aimed his side arm at the nearest one. Seconds later he was splattered in blood and the Mongolians were on the ground. All that remained were the tanks and the four soldiers. Lucas knew from his training that the only way he would prevail is if he got up close. So he did. He first tossed a grenade over the tank. It rolled down hill till it hit one of the four men in the foot. It exploded tearing the man's leg off. In the blast it also killed two other men. The last turned, only to be shot point blank range. A man popped out from the tank. Lucas pulled his trigger twice. The first bullet connected with the man's shoulder, the second his head. Lucas ran to the tank, pulled a grenade of his waist and dropped it in the hatch. Lucas closed the hatch, and ran towards the second tank. As he did so, he two operators came out off the tank. They dropped their weapons in an act of surrender. Lucas was in a fit of blood rage. He emptied his clip into the two. They collapsed.
Lucas dropped his weapon and walked to the nearest of them. He kicked the helmet of him. Lucas gasped. He was staring into the face of a 12 year old boy.
The phone rang and Lucas, shaking his head, answered it.
"Hello," Lucas said.
"Hi, Lucas?, Its Nick. I'm outside. Did you forget I was coming over today?"
"Oh, I'll be there in a minute," Lucas replied. Nick was a friend from his days in the military. After the battle in the Mongolian valley, Lucas was honorably discharged. Nick Anderson was the only other survivor from his unit. The rebels had wiped out the rest of his unit. Nick was given a purple heart. He was injured in the line of duty, the rebel tank had blown off a piece of his leg. Lucas too, was given medals for his heroism. Of course he did not want a part of them.
Nick and Lucas remained friends after Lucas left the military. Nick had became a successful business man, while Lucas had become-well he had become a hit man, not that Nick knew. Not that anyone knew. In fact everyone thought Lucas' fortune was an inheritance, which wasn't entirely false. Lucas' last remaining relative, his dad, had died from a heart attack. His dad had made amends from not being in his life, by leaving everything he owned to Lucas.
The Knock on his door brought Lucas back to reality. He opened it.
"Lucas, how are you?" Nick said, as they hugged.
"Not bad, yourself? I see that you are finally used to walking around on that metal leg of yours." Lucas said clapping Nick firmly on the back.
"Yeah, not as bad as it used to be. You know technology being the way it is."
"Yeah I bet. So come in, sit down, stay a while" Lucas said. Nick passed through the doors. The foyer was beautiful.
"I see your living large" Nick said. And he was right. Lucas' house was filled with the best money can buy. From Da Vinci paintings to 50" TV screens to large sums of money and guns hidden everywhere, yes he was living quite large.
"The inheritance has been quite rewarding", Lucas said as they both enjoyed a laugh.
Chapter Two-