Chapter 2: The Psychiatric Ward
As it turns out Barry shot Amber in the stomach, and she died soon after, in front of Zane. Over the next ten years, Zane trained his body and his mind, and he swore he would never allow something like this to happen again.
In recent years, he has had certain contacts with certain mob bosses and crime lords, and well, he is now a contract killer. One of his most recent assignments took him to Turkmenistan, where he assassinated a major political figure. His mission was a complete success, and created so much upheaval that the government was overthrown and now the UN has stepped in.
Zane now works under the name of Mr. Grish. Despite the upheaval a certain organization has come to realize that they need a man like Mr. Grish to do their hits with such acuteness so that he becomes an indispensable asset.
This company who hired Mr. Grish deals with certain governments, companies, and other organizations. Since this organization deals with people who tend to get killed, they do not try to assign names with faces, for that would encourages friendship. They assign every hit man or in some cases hit woman, a number. Mr. Grish is Number Six.
Number Six is the best trained and the pride of all hit men. In the world, Number Six is infamous and notorious for getting his hit and not being seen.
His most recent hit was in a psychiatric ward. He was not seen once, although what he did was.
The cameras were rolling, pointing to a standing guard. The guard was holding a shotgun, and standing with his back to one of the corridors. He raised his left arm and yawned. From the camera's point of view someone wrapped fiber wire around the guard's neck, and yanked backwards, and the fiber wire slit the guard's throat, spilling blood onto the floor. The guard soon stopped struggling and was slowly dragged backwards. Minutes later a man walked out wearing the guard's uniform that happened to have some of the blood still on it.
Number Six strode down the halls, down towards the maximum security section. 714, 712, 710, one more block till his target's room.
He passed another guard, suspicion rising. 668, 666, 664. The other guard now drew nearer, Number Six the least bit concerned. 612, 610, 608. He walked past room 608, his target and rounded the corner, the guard now running after him.
The guard never had a chance. Number Six had rounded the corner and scanned the area for any surveillance equipment. He found none, so he wheeled around and waited. The guard sprinted around the corner, and was tripped by Number Six. The guard's gun went sprawling across the floor making a clattering noise.
The guard started to get on all fours and go after the gun, but Number Six had rushed the shotgun butt into the guard's back. The guard gave a long shrill yelp of pain as the wood and metal snapped his spine. To silence his foe Number Six took out his knife and stabbed it into the back of the guard's head.
The blood flowed out of the back of the man's head and out his mouth. Number Six opened the janitor's closet that was coincidently located right next to him, and threw the body inside after taking off the guard's shirt. He mopped up the still blood on the floor with the shirt and threw it on top of the guard's red scalp. He shut the door and headed towards room 608.
When he arrived outside room 608 he peered into the room through the shatterproof glass. A man named General Zovkovski, sat on his bed staring at the wall. His head was bobbing wildly in a continuous rhythm.
Number Six picked the lock then entered. Number Six always like to see who he killed before he actually killed them, if he could help it, so he stealthily walked around the bed. The man began to notice movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned his head to face Mr. Grish.
Number Six raised the shotgun's barrels to the man's head. The man continued to turn his head, at first something seemed familiar with this man, and then Zane saw the man's scar, just below his right eye.
In Zane's mind the past was reliving itself, the explosions, the blood, the loss.
When Number Six turned his attention back to Sergie, he noticed he had a misty look in his eyes, the same misty look Zane had just moments before. Sergie said something in a sad and deep voice, "I've been waiting for you. I was just, it doesn't matter now. There is something I need to tell you before you kill me."
Number Six backed away in case Sergie tried anything funny, "What do you want?"
Sergie continued, "It is not what I want, but what you want. What we all want. I, by now hope you know what I am, if you don't remember me, it is a pity you forgot so quickly. I am sorry for what we did I truly am, but I have a way you can seek retribution.
"Your contractor Alexie Minko, is Barry Redfield's late daughter. She died right after the attack on your school. Her father—killed her.
"We had bad information that day, Alexie received information directly from our sources, and since the information was bad her father immediately assumed that she had allied herself with the enemy. The accusations were unfound, but she was put to death, her executioner, was, her father. If you backtrack the paper trail from your organization, you can find him."
Sergie turned his gaze from Number Six to the ground. "Kill me if you'd like, I won't blame you for it. I would understand."
Number Six walked towards the door, and was just about to step through the doorway when he thought of something. "You know you and your 'friends' put within me a fire that burned so hot it could melt anything. That fire soon died, but you have rekindled it with a hundred times the intensity of what it was before.
"Edmund Burke once said 'When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall one by one, and unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.' I am not here to pass judgment upon you. That is between you and God." And with that he left Sergie there all by himself, behind a brick wall, and a closed door. Number Six left the building the same way he had come, and out the broken window.
Two days later Number Six picked up a paper and read about the murders in the psychiatric ward. They found three dead. Two guards, and one patient. The guards appeared to have been murdered, and the patient committed suicide. They say, "The police concluded that the deaths of the guards were committed by the patient, and the patient then killed himself. We asked the Chief of Police for his views on the subject and this was what he had to say, '…to me it seems a pretty much closed case. The wack- patient was most likely treated poorly and revolted by killing the guards, before killing himself.' —Continued page A-3."
Number Six sipped his coffee and pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number, "Hello, Diane, this is Number Six, can you get into the company's computers? I've got a favor to ask of you.