Chapter 1
A man with long ginger hair stood over me the kick he had sent to my chest just moment ago had left me winded and on the cold floor, his gun, a chromed M39 Desert eagle a long powerful hand gun pointed down towards my head "you mercenaries never learn... I've killed many like you but still more come" his voice was fading, he had been ordering his men to fight in such a loud and aggressive tone, that he had become hoarse and was losing his voice "I never intended to leave in a body bag" I was trying to irritate him, something was wrong and i wanted to know what it was and why he had dragged this out to this extent "fuck you kid" the guy said hoarsely. He pulled the trigger but a metallic 'click' was replaced by the bullet that he had expected "huh" he looked confused 'click' 'click' 'click' the ginger haired guys face contorted in anger "FUCKKKK!" he shouted, boy had I had my fair share of luck for today, tomorrow and the week following next "haahahaha... best fucking joke I've seen in a long time" i said as i rose to my feet, it was going to be a fight to the death so i reached down to my combat boots and pulled out my knife, it was in total about 9 inches with the clean blade being a huge five and half inches, the hilt was made of a solid black carbon-titanium composite whilst the blade was of pure forged steel, my initials L.P carved into the blade. It was a present from my former commanding officer, it had saved my life many times. "Cheat" the guy uttered. i had never failed a mission yet and will never intended to, i was public enemy no.1 to these bastards, they hated me, i always found a way to stop them and their plans on world domination or whatever they wanted, mockingly I said to the ginger haired guy "come on bitch, i want to see the colour of your blood" he roared an ran at me, i didn't even know his name all i knew was what he looked like and how to kill him, quickly and smoothly. I dodged to the right, as he ran past i sent a kick to his back sending him to the ground. "Times up" I smirked as i stood next to him, he rolled over, glanced away, uttered the word "fuck" after a moment he turned to look at me, the knife was know being brought down, down right between his eyes, even if he had stayed looking the other way the knife would still been brought down. It was a horrible death. Even if he was only a member of the New World Order didn't stop me from killing him in such a inhumane way, it was the rule don't know why, you just have to kill the target in any means necessary. I pulled the knife out, his face was covered in his blood as too was my knife, I reached for my earpiece to tell command that the target was dead but as i did pain racked though my body, a felling of warmth now crept down my right arm, the right side of my face and my neck, the source of it being my hand, I agonizingly brought it down, the pain killed and I could see why, my hand was severed at the wrist and left dangling by the miniscule amount of skin that was left, my crimson blood now spurted out of every exposed vein and artery "Damn snipers... Fuck" I growled, the pain was tearing me apart my hand now useless with only one option left, I turned and went back to the hangar.
I found a dead soldier, his weapon still had ammunition, I bent down and picked it up whoever this guy was had good taste in guns "nice... A M9 Baretta" I cocked the gun and raised it, finally i said "The simple plans of mice and men"
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*BANG* the gun shot echoed through the hangar, the body fell to the floor with a thump, he had never failed a mission and still hasn't, the target was killed, reported dead and the mercenary Lee "Rain" Pierce's death was recorded as a suicide due to a major injury, his wife and child was informed off the circumstances of which had caused his suicide and that it was the best choice that he had.