Hitman



Chapter 2: Snake's Addictions









I woke up the next day feeling pretty good. The clean up on the inside of my car went easier than I thought. Got all the blood stains out pretty easy all things considered. I decided to finish with my car after breakfast. I always wash it the day after a job...even if I washed it the day before.



I made myself a simple breakfast, just some scrambled eggs and toast. During which I watch the news about the robbery the day before and what happened afterwards.



"Although they excaped in a black Mercedes from the suspects were captured in a white convertable after crashing into police cruiser."



"Pikachu."



"Yeah I know. I'm not surprised either. Dumbfucks."



"Police attribute the capture to the Driver's horrible driving habits."



"Why am I not surprised."



"Chu"



"So little buddy you want gimme a hand out there?"



My pokemon nods no... he never did want to help me with the car. Oh well.





Later on as I finish with the detailed cleaning of my car I hear the approach of a badly out of tune car. I look over my shoulder and sure enough its her.



"Hello Inspector Jenny. What brings you to my home this fine day?"



"Hello Mr. Ketchum. I was just looking in on an old friend. Washing you car again now are you."



"Oh you know me and my obsessions."



"Oh yes. Well as my father used to say, A man who takes good care of his car sure enough takes of himself."





I laugh as I look at her own vehicle which is in rather poor shape and then give in to another of my personal vices, a cigarette.



"Those things will kill you and your supposed to be a role model for the children."



HA! Me a role model. If they only knew what I was really like. But She knew. Jenny knew but couldn't prove any of it.



"There are better role models out there Inspector."



"We've had this debate before Ketchum lets not go there again."



"Well we could discuss other things..."



"Like what?"



"Your availability for dinner tonight, perhaps?"



She just smirked at me "Maybe another time." Then she came up and walked around my car.



"You heard about the robbery yesterday at the auction house right?"



"Yes I heard about it during my breakfast. Nasty business that."



"Oh indeed. The get away driver that they had was quite skilled. Jumped off a bridge to get them out of what was sure to be a perfect trap."



"Amazing. I wish I was as skilled as that."



"Well you are a former league champion. We each have our gifts."



"I'm not that gifted, well perhaps I can get you something to drink while you're here?"



She nodded no and came up to my car. "You know the get away car was the same model as yours."



"Really?"



"Well it seems to be a fairly popular model around here for that kind of job. Several such jobs over the past few months have used cars like yours for get aways."



"Oh my perhaps I should get a new one to avoid confusion."



Perhaps you should. Far be it for your reputation to be tarnished by any in remote connection to a criminal."



"I think I'll look into it. You sure you don't want that drink."



"No I think its time I left. Have a nice day Mr. Ketchum."



"Same to you Inspector."



I finished up with my car and headed back into my home when my cellular phone rang. It must be my intermediary with a new job for me.



"Hello."



"Greetings Snake. I have a job for you if your interested."



"Have him meet me at the normal meeting place Bob."



"Do you want to have meet the client tonight?"



"This afternon."



"Planning a fun night then Snake?"



I can't help but smile "Of course, don't I always Bob."







Later on I find myself in a small Bar in what is supposed to be one of the better parts of town. I of course, was dressed in one of my better black suits. Shades still covering my eyes as wait at the Bar.



I nurse my drink when I hear a voice behind me speak "Are you our contact."



I look over my shoulder and see two men. Obviously Mob types. "Whats the job?"



One sits next to me the other stands nearby observing the rest of the bar.



"We need you to eliminate a Mr..."



"No names. Rule number two, no names."



He smiled "A structured man. I like you. If you do well this could be the start of a fruitful relationship."



"Perhaps." I motion for him to continue.



He pulls out a picture "We need you to eliminate this man. He has some security around him. If that's a problem."



"No it won't be."



"Very well He lives in the Vermilion Hights Building on the 28th floor. He lives in apartment 2802."



"Any thing specific you want done?"



"No need to keep it too clean. He's a warning to others."



"That will cost you extra, I prefer clean jobs."



"How much will your fee be."



"$30,000. 10 up front and 20 upon completion."



"Fair enough." He reaches in a briefcase and pulls out an envelop. He hands it to me and I pocket it.



"When do you need it done?"



"By the end of the week. He's leaving the country in an attempt to flee."



I quickly finish my drink. "He's as good as gone."







Later on that night I decided to hit a club. Indulge in my other obsession, Women.

I walk around this time a bit more casually dressed but still with my ever present shades. I like the place. Its loud and crowded which means lots of women to charm. Which means more women for me to score with.



Like the hunter I truly am I prowl the club for any woman who particularly catches my eye. Then I catch a glimpse of a color. Red. I head in the direction that I saw it from. Sure enough I see the Red better and I discover it was what I thought it to be. Red Hair. I've always had a particular fondness for red heads. Although this one's shade was different shade then hers was.



I get closer to get a better view. She appears to be older then me by a few years so she's in her early thirties but quite lovely. She in her short skirt has a nice pair of legs and and her bust is nice as well. Then I note a problem, she has a companion.



However from just a glance I can tell they are not together, or at least commented at any rate. He seems to be a clueless blue haired flop of a man. Approxemtly the same age of the woman. Now they seem familiar to me. I stand nearby to see if my companion at the club, my secret weapon for wooing the ladies, Pikachu will return with our drinks.



"James are we going to dance or not?"



"I'm tired Jessie. We've had a long day. Why did we come here anyway?"



"James you idiot you can't even figure that out can you."



Well that conformed it. These were indeed the former thorns in my side Team Rocket.



"Pika!" I look down and see my best friend with two drinks in his paws. I reach down and grab them form him and sit at a table next to my quarry. I take a sip of my drink. Nice and strong just how I like it. Then I quickly polish it off and make my move.





"I couldn't help but overhear that you wish to dance. Perhaps you would allow me to lead you to the dance floor?"



Jessie looked over at me and seemed to apprasing me to see if I was worthy of her time. I smile one of my more sincere smiles and take off my shades.



"Do I know you?"



"I just have one of those faces."



"Really well if this idiot next to me won't dance then yes why not."



"Pikachu keep an eye on our table will you?"



"Pika." The little guy then takes a sip of his drink on the table. Then I notice the look on James face. Anger but suppressed anger. 6 years ago I never would have noticed that. Now I keep an eye for it, anger like that can be a dangerous thing. I motion for Pikachu to keep an idea on him as well. He nods in agreement.



We dance to a few songs on the floor most typical dance club fare. Most of them we get very close brushing against each other provocatively. Then she seems to be almost bored.



"Rather common isn't it. Jessie."



"How do you know my name?"



"I heard your friend say it. Would you like to make a spectical?"



She smiled and nodded. "How?"



I whisper in her ear and her eyes light up. "Wait right here. I'll be right back." I make my way over to the DJ who owes me a favor or two. I make a request and he complies. Then I head back to Jessie and lead her to the center of the dance floor when the lights and music completely stop.



The a Spotlight came on upon us and us alone. We were standing together already embracing each other Jessie with a Rose between her teeth.. Then the heavy latin beat began. Then following its sound we danced. The tango can be quite a sight when the dancers both know what thier doing. It can even rival the so called forbidden dance in its placement of dirty thoughts in the observers. With the show Jessie and I were putting on the floor everyone on the floor felt the sexual tension. I could see the absolute joy Jessie had on putting on the spectical in her eyes. Soon however they turned to a hunger. She wasn't immune to the effects of the dance on the senses it seems. All the better for me then.



After the dance was done I led the glowing Jessie back to my table. I see James with a look of shock and in his eyes I can see one other emotion, Loss. I smirk at him and motion for a waiter to come to our table. I order two drinks one a Bulldog for me and a Vodka martini for her.



"Why thank you kind sir."



"Your welcome. Is there anything else I can do for you?" From the way she's looking at me I know we're leaving together tonight.



"Well you could give me your name?"



"Most call me Snake."



She got a questioning look in her eye. "You don't look like some generic biker thug."



I smirk again. "Its not for that, but if you want to know how I got it I can show you."



Jessie laughed "Well you're a bit shorter than what I used to," She takes a glance to James at the next table "but I think you'll do quite nicely."



I notice James for a second scowl then he seems almost about to cry. It almost breaks my heart, almost. "Oh I'll do better than just do."



A sultry smile forms on her face now "Oh I don't know. I'm awfully hard to please."



"Is that a challange?"



"Maybe"



"Well then I accept." I rise out of my chair and take her hand as she rises.



"I look forward to your attempt."



Then I draw her close. "I don't attempt. I succeed." Then I kiss her passionately, as passionately

as we danced on the floor.



After the kiss Jessie stood there stunned for a second. I took advantage of the situation . "Don't worry Jimmy-boy I'll make sure she makes it home alright." Then I lean in and whisper "Love sucks dosen't it."



I laugh as he glares at me and then I lead Jessie out into the night.









Later on at my home I stand outside my room on the balcony, clad only in my boxer shorts. I enjoy the cool night air and nice cigarette after the nights, heh, activities. I look back in the door and see Jessie asleep on my bed, naked under the sheets. I turn back to the view of the ocean from my balcony. She would have loved it. This view is the whole reason I took this place when I bought it. I finish my cigarette then I feel two arms around my chest. From the way her breasts are rubbing against my back she hasn't put on anything after getting up.



"Hey handsome. What are you doing still up."



"I'm just thinking."



"About what?"



"The past."



I can feel her get a little tense after I say that.



"The past not a good subject with you?"



"You could say that. I did some things I'm not to proud of."



"Really?"



"Yes and lets leave it that please."



I turn around and take in the lovely view before me. "Only if you do the same for me."



She smiles as she looks down at what's now standing upright before her. "Deal but enough discussion. It seems someone is up for some more." I nod. Then she kneals down in front of me. "Lets see how much more."







The next morning I found that I was not the first to awake. I see Jessie now dressed, up and about. Looking at a picture on one of my dressers. I know which picture she's looking at.



I barely hear her say "Oh shit... I fucked the twirp."



I smirk "I know. Isn't it a kick in the head." I get up and quickly get on a pair of shorts.



I notice her really look over my still bare chest. "How did you get all those sca..."



"Don't ask please. Now do you want breakfast?" I reply as I put on a T-Shirt.



"Oh...sure."



"Any requests?"



"No, not really?"



"Okay. Jessie if you would do me a favor?"



"Uhhhhh sure?"



"Don't tell anyone where I live. I like keeping a low profile."



"Oh okay."





To be Continued....







Author's Notes: Okay I know this chapter probably raised more questions than answered. In due time they will be but this was showing the double life our hero is living. What happened to make Ash take this path? You can probably guess and I dropped a few hints in this chapter and the last. I'm surprised I wrote this one so fast. First chapter I wrote in one night during a conversation with my friend Classic Cowboy and this one is twice as long. Well this fic shouldn't be longer than 10 chapters or around that long anyway. Please Read and Review.