Day 1 -12:37 PM
Codename: Killswitch
I ducked the shots and put a single bullet into each of the guards' heads. The Reaper's RPG shot exploded against the front wall of the house and killed the guards coming in to his aid. Now it was just me and my target.
I put a bullet into his hand and he dropped his weapon. I shot him in the leg and he dropped to his knees. I walked up to him. "Any last words?" I asked. He spit on my feet. "That was a really bad move." I set down my M16 and cracked my knuckles. "Let's see you spit after this!" I punched him in the face as hard as I could, breaking his nose and fracturing his jaw. "Now, I'm here to kill you, and I not leaving 'till I do. So, we can do this the easy, quick way where you cooperate, or we can do it the slow, painful way if you disgrace me again." He spit at my face. I pulled off my gloves and replaced them with steel knuckled ones. "Looks like you're going with the slow way. Nice choice…"
Day 2 (One year later) – 3:54 PM
Codenames: Killswitch, Rook, Amp, Sythe
"You modding that piece of shit again, Sythe?" "Shut the hell up, 'Switch. You're just mad 'cause that crappy M16 is nothing compared to my RPJ." "Is that what you're callin' it now? I just call it the toothpick." "Yeah, real funny, ya ass. This weapon shoots rocket-propelled, super-sharp, 20-pound spears with pin-point accuracy. I could shoot your dick off from half a mile away" "Yeah, yeah, you and your toys."
It had been a year since I killed the Reaper. Since then, I had been assigned to a squad full of other assholes like myself. Guys who enjoyed doing the missions they called suicide. WE were all crazy, we were all awesome. Basically, we were badass…