Ghost Assassin
Disclaimer: This belongs to James Sate.Yep.With permission..
It has been three years since the Zebes incident; Samus Aran has once again disappeared. After receiving payment from the government for her last expedition she went into hiding in order to hang up her helmet for good. Although she is no longer a bounty hunter, she still has one last mission in store for her.
You can run, but you can't hide
"Morning Ms. Nain," said the cheery voice of Alison Nain's next-door neighbour, Leta Rik.
"Morning Leta, how are you today?" Alison said looking up from her news panel.
"Oh, you know how it is, the twins are learning to "change identities" in order to goof me and Mich up," Leta said placing her ands on her hips and sighing. Actually Alison had no idea at all; she didn't care much for kids.
"Sure, well, see you later," Alison said as she stepped inside. Her house was a modest two-story townhouse with simple luxuries like daily news panels and a porch, not much really. She lived there by herself, never lonely and rarely having visitors. She enjoyed her life of peace and quiet, children and a husband where the farthest things from her mind. She headed to the kitchen for coffee, synthetic like everything else. Just as she got her coffee poured she received a call on her wall phone.
"Hello?" Alison said as she grabbed the remote and turned on the phone. The large screen buzzed to life with the image of a man on it. He was in his thirties, with large glasses and swept back hair. He looked much like a guy, with his long nose and beady eyes.
"Good morning, I am looking for a Ms. Samus Aran, is she home?" the man asked as he looked down at a portfolio. Alison felt her stomach sink.
"Nope, wrong number, good bye," Alison said as she quickly turned off the phone. "How did they find me, I didn't leave any trace?" Alison thought as she sipped nervously at her coffee. The phone rang again and she ignored it. It rang continuously until she finally answered it.
"What!?" Samus said as she mashed the remote with her thumb.
"MISS, it is both suspicious and rude to hang up while I am talking!" the man said, quivering with anger.
"I would rather not be disturbed, thank you!" Samus said just as she was about to turn off the phone.
"WAIT, we need your help, it is most imperative that you listen," the man said seeing Samus about to press the button.
"What is it?" Samus said a little curious.
"First, please confirm that you are indeed Samus Aran," the man said regaining his business stature. Again Samus's stomach sunk; there was no hiding from the government whom this most likely was.
"Just a moment," she sighed as she went to her bedroom. She opened the bottom drawer of her dresser and rifled through some clothes until she came upon a small box.
She opened it to reveal her old ID card, a small, tarnished locket and a blue jewel. She opened the locket and looked at the picture inside; it was that of her parents. Parents she never knew. She dropped the locket back in the box and went back out to the phone.
"Here," she said as she read out the numbers on the card. "6443-75-4573"
"Thank you," the man said as he punched the numbers into the computer to his left. "Interesting."
"What?" Samus said, somewhat irritated at the little man, although she wasn't entirely sure why.
"It says here that your name is no longer Samus Aran, it is listed as Alison Nain," the man said reading the screen through his bifocal lens.
"Well, I really was hoping to start again, in case you hadn't read, I was a bounty hunter. It's almost impossible to live life normally once you've been branded as such" Samus said rather snidely.
"I see, well, changing your name certainly didn't work," the man said breaking out into a fit of nasal laughing and giggling.
"What is it you want sir?" Samus said becoming more and more aggravated
"A true business woman I see? Well, for starters an audience with you has been demanded on C-421," the man said getting down to business.
"Why?" Samus asked becoming rather intrigued. C-421 was considered the richest planet in the known galaxy. Although she was no longer a bounty hunter, the prospect of money still caught her attention.
"My boss Mr. Herin wishes to speak to you."
"Mr. Herin.never heard of him," in fact she had, everyone had. Mr. Herin "owned" the Taurus System. He owned its colonies, businesses, factories and some say, even the government there. He was a man with many connections, and many enemies.
"Mr. Herin, owner of Herin Enterprise has demanded your presence in his building as fast as possible," the little man said rather irritated at Samus's "ignorance".
"How am I suppose to get there, that is a long and costly journey, and I sold my ship," Samus said already creating a bill in her mind for Mr. Herin to pay.
"A transport will be leaving for C-421 in four hours at the Base 10 station, pad 4 please be on it. We will notify them and you will get on for free. Be there, Mr. Herin does not like to be kept waiting. Oh and Ms. Aran, use your "real" ID card thank you, you, we'd like to keep things as simple as possible" and the screen went blank.
"That little prick," Samus said throwing the remote at the couch, she looked at her watch, 12:00, the station was an hour away and she would need another half-hour to get to the landing pad that left her two and a half hours to have lunch and to pack. That would be plenty of time. She finished her coffee and made a quick lunch. She packed a weeks worth of clothing, her card and the box with her locket. She left her house locked tight and took the bus to the station.
It has been three years since the Zebes incident; Samus Aran has once again disappeared. After receiving payment from the government for her last expedition she went into hiding in order to hang up her helmet for good. Although she is no longer a bounty hunter, she still has one last mission in store for her.
You can run, but you can't hide
"Morning Ms. Nain," said the cheery voice of Alison Nain's next-door neighbour, Leta Rik.
"Morning Leta, how are you today?" Alison said looking up from her news panel.
"Oh, you know how it is, the twins are learning to "change identities" in order to goof me and Mich up," Leta said placing her ands on her hips and sighing. Actually Alison had no idea at all; she didn't care much for kids.
"Sure, well, see you later," Alison said as she stepped inside. Her house was a modest two-story townhouse with simple luxuries like daily news panels and a porch, not much really. She lived there by herself, never lonely and rarely having visitors. She enjoyed her life of peace and quiet, children and a husband where the farthest things from her mind. She headed to the kitchen for coffee, synthetic like everything else. Just as she got her coffee poured she received a call on her wall phone.
"Hello?" Alison said as she grabbed the remote and turned on the phone. The large screen buzzed to life with the image of a man on it. He was in his thirties, with large glasses and swept back hair. He looked much like a guy, with his long nose and beady eyes.
"Good morning, I am looking for a Ms. Samus Aran, is she home?" the man asked as he looked down at a portfolio. Alison felt her stomach sink.
"Nope, wrong number, good bye," Alison said as she quickly turned off the phone. "How did they find me, I didn't leave any trace?" Alison thought as she sipped nervously at her coffee. The phone rang again and she ignored it. It rang continuously until she finally answered it.
"What!?" Samus said as she mashed the remote with her thumb.
"MISS, it is both suspicious and rude to hang up while I am talking!" the man said, quivering with anger.
"I would rather not be disturbed, thank you!" Samus said just as she was about to turn off the phone.
"WAIT, we need your help, it is most imperative that you listen," the man said seeing Samus about to press the button.
"What is it?" Samus said a little curious.
"First, please confirm that you are indeed Samus Aran," the man said regaining his business stature. Again Samus's stomach sunk; there was no hiding from the government whom this most likely was.
"Just a moment," she sighed as she went to her bedroom. She opened the bottom drawer of her dresser and rifled through some clothes until she came upon a small box.
She opened it to reveal her old ID card, a small, tarnished locket and a blue jewel. She opened the locket and looked at the picture inside; it was that of her parents. Parents she never knew. She dropped the locket back in the box and went back out to the phone.
"Here," she said as she read out the numbers on the card. "6443-75-4573"
"Thank you," the man said as he punched the numbers into the computer to his left. "Interesting."
"What?" Samus said, somewhat irritated at the little man, although she wasn't entirely sure why.
"It says here that your name is no longer Samus Aran, it is listed as Alison Nain," the man said reading the screen through his bifocal lens.
"Well, I really was hoping to start again, in case you hadn't read, I was a bounty hunter. It's almost impossible to live life normally once you've been branded as such" Samus said rather snidely.
"I see, well, changing your name certainly didn't work," the man said breaking out into a fit of nasal laughing and giggling.
"What is it you want sir?" Samus said becoming more and more aggravated
"A true business woman I see? Well, for starters an audience with you has been demanded on C-421," the man said getting down to business.
"Why?" Samus asked becoming rather intrigued. C-421 was considered the richest planet in the known galaxy. Although she was no longer a bounty hunter, the prospect of money still caught her attention.
"My boss Mr. Herin wishes to speak to you."
"Mr. Herin.never heard of him," in fact she had, everyone had. Mr. Herin "owned" the Taurus System. He owned its colonies, businesses, factories and some say, even the government there. He was a man with many connections, and many enemies.
"Mr. Herin, owner of Herin Enterprise has demanded your presence in his building as fast as possible," the little man said rather irritated at Samus's "ignorance".
"How am I suppose to get there, that is a long and costly journey, and I sold my ship," Samus said already creating a bill in her mind for Mr. Herin to pay.
"A transport will be leaving for C-421 in four hours at the Base 10 station, pad 4 please be on it. We will notify them and you will get on for free. Be there, Mr. Herin does not like to be kept waiting. Oh and Ms. Aran, use your "real" ID card thank you, you, we'd like to keep things as simple as possible" and the screen went blank.
"That little prick," Samus said throwing the remote at the couch, she looked at her watch, 12:00, the station was an hour away and she would need another half-hour to get to the landing pad that left her two and a half hours to have lunch and to pack. That would be plenty of time. She finished her coffee and made a quick lunch. She packed a weeks worth of clothing, her card and the box with her locket. She left her house locked tight and took the bus to the station.