Chapter 1
Arthur waited patiently outside the bar where his targets were drinking. It was some shitty dive bar that belonged to the Hell's Angel's, and it was in the middle of the Mojave desert. Arthur looked at the sunset and knew that he would be doing his job soon, and it would be a brutal one. Arthur looked down at the Benelli M4 in his hands, and smiled. It was his favorite weapon and one that he had used when ever he got the chance. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and frowned. He never got messages this close to a job.
He pulled the phone out of his jacket pocket and smiled to himself. It was just an alert from Girl's Frontline that alerted him his logistic missions had finished. Girl's Frontline was probably the only modern media that he participated in, and he found it to be extremely fun and addicting. He loved recognizing the various guns and the designs of the Dolls themselves. Shoving the phone back into his pocket, he refocused on the bar. His targets were in there and so were their friends.
Arthur counted the amount of motorcycles and did some quick math in his head. Three bikes plus whoever was stationed here permanently, and he was looking at probably eight targets, maybe more. He only had eight shells in the shotgun and seven in the 1911. It would be a cake walk.
With the sun finally set, and darkness settling in, Arthur set out across the empty highway. He stopped right of the door and listened in close. Loud music and sounds of a party were underway. Arthur knew that liquor and drugs were flowing freely, and that his targets were relaxed. They figured they were safe if they were with their friends but nowhere was safe. Not from Arthur.
Arthur took a deep breath and let it out slowly, easing his nerves and relaxing his muscles. He took a step back from the door and kicked it in. Before anyone knew what was happening, Arthur unleashed the roar of the Benelli upon a target sitting in a recliner. He was killed instantly in a eruption of blood and body chunks, and Arthur blasted the next target who was sitting right next to the dead man. The round took his face off and sent more chunks flying into the air.
The rest of the targets finally came to their senses and jumped behind whatever cover they could find and started to shoot back but their shots were wild and never landed near Arthur who blasted the Angel behind the bar counter, and sent a large bloodsplatter all over the back wall and counter.
Two groupies of the club decided it would be smart to charge Arthur and give their men time to get a good aim but Arthur gunned them both down, leaving gaping holes in their chests and stomachs. Arthur crouched behind a bullet filled couch and did a round count. He knew he still three rounds but his training demanded that he do a round count. You never wanted to run out of ammo at the wrong time.
"Hey cocksucker, do you know what we are going to do to you?" One of the targets was trying his best to sound threatening but the fear and panic was easy to hear, and Arthur didn't respond. He had three targets left and he didn't waste words on targets. The man decided to continue when Arthur didn't respond. "By the time we are done with your body, even God will look away."
Arthur still didn't respond and listened for the footsteps he knew was coming. The targets would try and flank him on either side and take him out in a hail of bullets. Just like clockwork he could hear the footsteps on both sides. He smiled to himself and hopped over the top of the couch. He caught the two men sneaking off guard and blasted both of them in a well trained burst of ammo. Both men easily went down and the third man made the mistake of peeking his head into view. Arthur pulled the trigger with a smile and the last blast hit the man in the center of the forehead removing the entrie top part of his head in a puff of pure gore.
Doing a quick double take to make sure there were no more threats in the area, Arthur pulled his phone out of his pocket and clicked redial. A split second later a womans voice on the other end spoke up. "Is it done?"
"Everything has been cleaned." Arthur knew they had to ask but he often got tired of the question. All these years working for the Company and he had never once failed to get a target, or targets. He was the best in the world at what he did, and what he did was targeted violence. "Nothing some bleach and a mop couldn't get out."
"The cleaning van is outside." A sudden click told Arthur that he was alone again. That didn't bother Arthur. He had been alone along time and he knew how to entertain himself. Arthur took one more look around, pulled an incendiary grenade of his vest and tossed behind the bar where all of the liquor was. Always had to cover his tracks.
Arthur stepped outside the bar and entered the back of an inconspicuous cleaning van. He placed the Benelli next to him and pulled out his phone clicking on Girl's Frontline, and checking to see if he had enough supplies to do a large batch of T-Doll production. He didn't, and he sent his echelons back onto whatever logistic mission they had been on. He out his phone back and spotted a young woman smirking at him from the seat across from him. Arthur flashed a quick smile. "What?"
"One of the few true boogeymen in the world and you play a stupid gacha harem game." The young woman had a large smile on her face. "I just wasn't expecting that."
"It is a good time killer." Arthur really liked the game but he didn't really want to get into a detailed explanation as to why. "Not much else to do on a stakeout other than sleep. So I got this app."
"I guess that makes sense." The young woman just nodded. Arthur knew she didn't buy his lie. She looked forward and Arthur could see the blush rush up her face. "So, you, uh, wanna get a drink after this?"
Before Arthur could respond, bullets riddled the vehicles windshield, killing the driver instantly. Arthur braced himself as the van swerved and crashed into a wooden phone pole at 60 mph. Arthur lunged forward but the seatbelt held him back. The young woman crashed through the front windshield headfirst, and died with a loud crack. Arthur knew he was in deep shit. He unclicked his seatbelt and drew his 1911. He had to get out of this van before the ambushers had a chance to surround the vehicle. He flung the back doors of the van open and hopped out, gun aimed in front of him.
Two dark vehicles quickly stopped in front of him and heavily armed men scurried out, assuming positions of cover. Arthur could tell the professionals right off the bat and based off of their high end equipment of HK 416's and SIG P226's, they were probably from the same Company he worked for. A man with slick black hair and a douchebag porn stache stepped out from in between the vehicles. Arthur sighed. It was Douglas.
"Sorry about this, Arthur, but you have reached the end of your usefulness." Douglas smiled as he said that. He had always hated Arthur and was jealous that he had always come up second to him. "So I am going to fill you full of holes and burn that van behind you."
"I figured." Arthur smiled. He knew that the Company would probably kill him someday. He had done too much dirty work for them to be allowed to go free. He accepted that. But dying to fucking Douglas wasn't going to happen. "Make it quick, Douglas."
Douglas reached for the pistol on his thigh but Arthur fired first. The .45 ACP hit Douglas in the middle of the forehead and turned his head into a bloodfilled canoe. Arthur laughed as the rest of the men filled him with bullets as they unleashed with fully automatic fire. By the time it was done, Arthur was lying in a pool of his blood from dozens of holes. It was an end fitting for someone like Arthur.
He never expected what came next.
