The last job I did as a jack-of-all-trades was a personal one. Jack-
of-all-trades are mercenaries that will do anything they are paid for. We
kill, steal, kidnap and even protect. The only good side is that you can
choose the jobs and that once our services are highly specialized we can
ask for high sums for our money.
I was 13 when I was found on the streets. Starving, pretty face, you know the rest. Been there for 3 years. Had every and any STD but Aids. I tried to steal the purse of a woman. She followed me, she attacked me, I fought back, wasn't giving up the only meal I had on 5 days so easily. She won, knocked me out.
I awoke tied to a bed. Most people would be dismayed. I was calm; the worst they could do was selling me as a white slave. I already sold myself on a daily base. Once you weight it, taking up the ass is not so bad if the alternative is starving on New York City winter. It was quite an interesting scenario when you stop to think about it. I, a whore, was tied on a bed on Christmas night thinking that being sold, as a catamite would not be so bad. It happens when you begin to think that the man you let fuck you for money are in the truth doing you a favor, money for food and some minutes on a place that isn't freezing.
It turned out being much better them I thought. The woman was a mercenary. She was impressed with me, the way I fought, as if my life depended on it. We both knew it did.
She adopted me. She was not old enough to pass as my mother, early thirties, but we both knew she would never have children, she was not the kind that would settle down and bake apple pies. I didn't call her mum; she was more like an older sister, or an aunt. Anyway, I learnt to love her.
She trained me, taught me all she could, not all she knew. Some things you need to learn by yourself. She didn't congratulate me for the first man I killed. She comforted me.
My last job was personal. Some excuse of human being called John Grey decided that our government spends too much money on Children Care. The fact that he is a republican senator doesn't help. The truth is that with the costs of the 2 wars the Texan invented and the cost of his taxes our Budget is dammed. They need creative ways to match the incomes and the outcomes. The best way, take the money from someone who can't protest, the orphans.
Hitler did the same on his time, first he denied the Jews the right to protest, and then he stole their money, property and freedom. It's really easy to find similarities between Auschwitz and Boy's Town.
The bill was masked as an expansion of the projects, which is the best way to acquire votes. In the truth it the new Children Care budget will be 50 % of the original.
Over than 100.000 children over the U.S. live by selling some kind of sex trade. There are not many good programs to help them. I know, been there, done that. The jackass wants to eliminate the few ones we have.
Over his dead body.
I'm not subtle, Dom told me once I haven't picked it from her, and I was already pretty blunt when we met. I have to agree.
So, I left a bloody knife and a message for him beside his newborn granddaughter crib. It's an open threaten, if the bill passes, she'll die. Of course, I would never kill a little girl; I already have my own little person and would kill anybody that tried to hurt him, which I already did.
The trick is that he doesn't need to know it, you see, fear is one of the most potent weapons known to man. Add it to anger and you had put your enemy off balance, so, he will make errors.
You can see a pattern in fear actions. They are reactions, so, they are poorly planned and poorly executed. In the end they tend to aid the enemy on their quests instead of stopping them.
I'm glad to know he didn't purpose the bill; it would be very complicated to kill him, not the process, of course, I'm well trained, but the day after would be hell. I'm working with his daughter now, and she is a telepath.
It was my last free-lance job. Right now more important matters needs my full attention.
I was 13 when I was found on the streets. Starving, pretty face, you know the rest. Been there for 3 years. Had every and any STD but Aids. I tried to steal the purse of a woman. She followed me, she attacked me, I fought back, wasn't giving up the only meal I had on 5 days so easily. She won, knocked me out.
I awoke tied to a bed. Most people would be dismayed. I was calm; the worst they could do was selling me as a white slave. I already sold myself on a daily base. Once you weight it, taking up the ass is not so bad if the alternative is starving on New York City winter. It was quite an interesting scenario when you stop to think about it. I, a whore, was tied on a bed on Christmas night thinking that being sold, as a catamite would not be so bad. It happens when you begin to think that the man you let fuck you for money are in the truth doing you a favor, money for food and some minutes on a place that isn't freezing.
It turned out being much better them I thought. The woman was a mercenary. She was impressed with me, the way I fought, as if my life depended on it. We both knew it did.
She adopted me. She was not old enough to pass as my mother, early thirties, but we both knew she would never have children, she was not the kind that would settle down and bake apple pies. I didn't call her mum; she was more like an older sister, or an aunt. Anyway, I learnt to love her.
She trained me, taught me all she could, not all she knew. Some things you need to learn by yourself. She didn't congratulate me for the first man I killed. She comforted me.
My last job was personal. Some excuse of human being called John Grey decided that our government spends too much money on Children Care. The fact that he is a republican senator doesn't help. The truth is that with the costs of the 2 wars the Texan invented and the cost of his taxes our Budget is dammed. They need creative ways to match the incomes and the outcomes. The best way, take the money from someone who can't protest, the orphans.
Hitler did the same on his time, first he denied the Jews the right to protest, and then he stole their money, property and freedom. It's really easy to find similarities between Auschwitz and Boy's Town.
The bill was masked as an expansion of the projects, which is the best way to acquire votes. In the truth it the new Children Care budget will be 50 % of the original.
Over than 100.000 children over the U.S. live by selling some kind of sex trade. There are not many good programs to help them. I know, been there, done that. The jackass wants to eliminate the few ones we have.
Over his dead body.
I'm not subtle, Dom told me once I haven't picked it from her, and I was already pretty blunt when we met. I have to agree.
So, I left a bloody knife and a message for him beside his newborn granddaughter crib. It's an open threaten, if the bill passes, she'll die. Of course, I would never kill a little girl; I already have my own little person and would kill anybody that tried to hurt him, which I already did.
The trick is that he doesn't need to know it, you see, fear is one of the most potent weapons known to man. Add it to anger and you had put your enemy off balance, so, he will make errors.
You can see a pattern in fear actions. They are reactions, so, they are poorly planned and poorly executed. In the end they tend to aid the enemy on their quests instead of stopping them.
I'm glad to know he didn't purpose the bill; it would be very complicated to kill him, not the process, of course, I'm well trained, but the day after would be hell. I'm working with his daughter now, and she is a telepath.
It was my last free-lance job. Right now more important matters needs my full attention.