Yes, another chapter, this one will be kinda crap if I have to be honest, but you have to take the good with the bad, so here goes.
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4: Jak: Luck.
Let me get one thing straight.
A lot of people say I'm a pro when it comes to spying.
But the truth is, it's all just luck.
The first time I ever went onto a spy mission I was made to listen in on a conversation between two Northern operatives, I was ten years old, and I wasn't much of a fast runner.
I had one small handgun in my inner jacket pocket, a small dagger hidden in my sock, and bread knife placed carefully into a slit in my belt in case things got really ugly, which they usually did when you wore nothing but blue clothing in a place where Tippers were killed like it was going out of fashion.
You see, there are hundreds of people with tipped ears in the world, just like there are hundreds of people with curved in the world, but only a few join the crime family, but member of the crime family or not, you set a foot in the wrong side of Kras city and you're gonna get shot before you can say your prayers and kiss your ass goodbye!
But anyway, back to my first spy mission, the two operatives were twice my size, age and weight, thankfully, they had forgotten to check the small alleyway they were meeting behind for spy and cameras, big mistake on their part, though I was the only thing picking up their conversation, it still meant there would be a massive blow to the North side.
The conversation was about them trying to assassinate our previous leader; Shooter (well, we called him our leader, Mizo called most of the shots, even back then, but when it came to taking the credit and directing the most experienced workers into battle, Shooter was the boss). From what I'd learnt I knew that they wanted to break in, knock us all out with some sort of sleeping gas, kidnap Shooter (and maybe Mizo), then torture them until they surrendered and allowed all Northerners to take over the South side of Kras city or they died.
Once I had all the information I needed, I turned around and headed back towards my base, only to be stopped by a Kras city guard, although the KCG had been bribed into not stopping any adult gang members from walking around with guns, bombs and knives, but when it came to kids walking round and looking for someone to kill, the KCG weren't all too happy about that.
"Where d'you think you're going son?" He asked, I didn't answer, all members of the Southern crime family were taught to say nothing when it came to KCGs. "Y'know, you shouldn't be wearing that little blue outfit of your's around here, people may get… suspicious." I didn't say anything or do anything; I just stared at the floor. "Are you lost?" I didn't say anything. "Would you mind if I searched you for weapons?" I didn't say anything. "I'll take that as a no."
And with that he turned me around so I was facing an ugly grey building, he made me stand completely still then inspected my clothes. And inevitably, he found my dagger and bread knife.
"And I thought you were just a sorry little kid who'd lost his way." The man hissed. I didn't say anything. "Well, I was going to let you go, but since you have these weapons here, I'm afraid I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." I heard him take out his baton and whack it against his palm a few times, I was still facing the wall at the time so I didn't know when he was going to strike me. "Kids today need more discipline."
And with that he hit me across the back of my legs, they crumpled beneath me and I fell in a heap on the ground, he hit me a few more times and then I retaliated.
But the dumb bastard hadn't found my gun, I reached into my pocket, took out my handgun, pulled the trigger and before I knew it, the KCG was on the floor, blood dripping from a bullet wound to the head, whether he was out cold or dead, I couldn't tell.
I ran.
Sadly, the two operatives had heard me, I heard guns being loaded and quick but heavy footsteps behind me as I ran.
I decided against looking behind me to see how close they were, that'd slow me down, so I kept running.
"Get back here you little Tipper bastard!" One of them yelled.
"Once we get a hold of you! We're gonna shove that little gun of your's down your throat!" Nothing better than a good old death threat to get you running faster and faster, one of the rules I was taught in my training flew from my head at that time; never allow threats to make you run faster, the faster you run, the more easily you get tired out.
And that was happening to me quickly.
My lungs were on fire, my mouth was as dry as a bone, my legs groaned in protest, my hair was stuck to my neck with the sweat, but the operatives were still running, and they didn't sound as though they were getting out of breath any time soon.
After that I remember hearing a gun shot, I also remember feeling a sharp pain in my lower back, I remember hearing a woman scream, I remember falling to the ground and grazing my cheek, I remember having something like a coat being placed under my head. The last thing I remembered was someone telling me I was going to be alright.
Next thing I knew I was in a small hospital bed, a few get well cards on a white bedside table, and a nurse noting down a few things on a notepad that looked like it had been passed down through about seven generations.
The nurse told me that I'd been shot in the back, I was lucky the bullet hadn't penetrated my spine, the only reason I'd survived was that Shooter's wife, Natasha, had found me after coming into the North side after no doubt seeing me in one of the cameras set up around the city, and she'd managed to shoot and kill the two operatives.
I'd always liked Natasha, she was only young but she was like a mother to me, when I'd first joined the crime family I was scared and I didn't talk to anyone apart from her, sometimes I'd get upset at night and she'd give me a cup of coffee and ask what was bothering me, and more often than not it was the same thing upsetting me: war.
I finally got out of hospital two weeks later, but when I got back Shooter was no longer there, he'd died of food poisoning two days after I was shot, Natasha didn't tell me because she didn't want to upset me, or make me feel like a failure.
Mizo had taken over the very next day, and once I had recovered, Natasha left the crime family and went to live in Haven City.
That was a long time ago.
But I'd carry the memory on for much longer.
"Jak, Edje and Tess have sorted out your new mission." Mizo grinned, but it wasn't a friendly grin, he was grinning because he knew that it'd be a hard mission, one that would probably end up in me getting injured, or it being a long mission, or both. My bets were on the last option.
"Go on." I groaned, I didn't really want to know, but I knew that there was no way I could get out of doing this mission.
"You're going to go undercover as a Southern traitor, you'll earn the respect of the Curvers and gather as much information on their plans as possible, then when the time is right, you're to kill Rayn, her right hand man, and the right hand man's daughter. We'll take it from there, now, you have two months to prepare for this mission, Tess shall be in charge of getting you prepared and answering any questions you may have." I nodded, but I had a hunch something bad was going to happen on this mission, but I wasn't too sure on whether or not luck would be on my side.
Sorry this took so long and it's so crap, I'll try to make the next chapter more interesting. Oh and sorry for the wait, wasn't working for some reason.