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For Hire
A cigarette hung out from his mouth, a trail of light smelling grey smoke floated into the air. He was wearing his suit with his black tie again.
"What brought him to his god-forsaken place?" He walked around the poor ghetto of Ethiopia; sand swirled around his high-class Italian leather shoes. He was the envy of the street. People who were lying on the floor stared at him in envy and jealously.
Jacob, with a light cigarette in his mouth walked into a shop covered by a tent. He walked up to the shopkeeper.
"You speak English?"
"Yes."
"Do you know where I can find Choung?
"You mean, Father Chuong?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"He's in the big church over there." The shopkeeper pointed to the small wooden cathedral down the road.
Jacob slowly walked pass the crowds without being victim of pick pocketing.
I stood beside the tabernacle praying, looking at the gigantic wooden cross which was the heart of the building. I prayed to God to wash my sins away. I did my best to help the people, offering them food and assurance.
I found a spot on my cloth and went down to wipe it with my fingers. Then suddenly the door flung open and I raised my head to see who it was.
It was a man in a suit, a rare sight.
"What can I do for you today?"
He looked at me coldly, his eyes looked dead. "Stinger, right?"
I froze by the word. It was a word I haven't heard in 2 whole years, a word that I didn't want to hear again.
"There's nobody here by that name."
"Aden Chuong, alias Stinger. You are him are you not?"
"Who are you?"
"Jacob, CIA. I need you to come with me. The ride is waiting outside, Mr. Chuong."
He showed me his badge and I heard the sound of a jeep pulling up. I place down my cross down on the table and followed him obediently.
I saw the jeep full of militia persons all holding AK-47s, looking at me. Jacob turned around and looked at me with a sly smile on his face, "sorry Father, but God has no place in this car.
I took off my robe and folded it carefully and placed it in the back of the mud-filled jeep. The jeep started and small patches of mud blasted away from the tires. The jeep drove me to a small airport where we took a plane to an international one and flew all the way to Hong Kong, the city which I never wanted to see again.
Everything seem exactly the same were I left 2 years ago, the soulless mass of people walking down the streets, everything in Hong Kong seemed predestined, even death.
Mr. Jacob led me through the people. He was walking so calmly with his hands in his pockets. A cigarette never left his mouth. I sense an icy aura from him. Why did you bring me here,adidas outlett, this was a question that kept popping up in my mind.
I thought I promised myself never to come back here again, but for some reason I was pulled back here. I don't know what I am doing.
He stopped right in front of a small Congee house in the dense ghetto of Mong Kok. He walked in and a young waitress, probably a high school student came to take our order. She was chewing gum showing no respect for the customers. Her skirt was cut short. She was wearing an apron over her school uniform.
"What'da ya want?" She held up a same notepad, spinning the pen in her right hand.
"I wanna see Will."
"You mean the white boy? Sure lah." She walked into the kitchen yelling his name.
A 6 foot chief in an apron walked out, sweating from the heat of the kitchen. His blonde hair was combed back under the paper hat. He was wearing a white muscle shirt and stopped in his tracks when he saw me.
"Ad��en?"
"Wilson." I stood up.
Wilson walked up to our seat and sat down. He nodded in my direction. Wilson looked at Jacob who looked like he had something to tell us.
"What is this?"
"Ah, Stinger and Sniper. The dynamic duel, known as the Assassins for Hire." Jacob looked at the both of us smiling, chewing a cigarette.
It was true. It all started years ago, when both me and Wilson were known as the AFH, Assassins for Hire. We took orders from high Police officers to hunt down and kill wanted criminals in Hong Kong and the Canton Province.
It was a job and it paid well too, between the both of us, we must have taken over a hundred orders. Our mediator came to us with information on our target, give us part of the pay and when we return, the rest of the pay is given. No questions asked.
It was just a job, before it became personal. One day, our mediator came with us on information on this art thief who couldn't be caught by the police.
Nobody knew who he was. They lost millions of dollars, or maybe even billions. The police got frustrated so they called us. Without knowing who was the target was, we were sent in.
We did find the target. He was stealing a priceless diamond from the royal Hong Kong Museum. The thief had his back turned to me and I took out my handgun and shot him mercilessly, until he lied there covered in red.
I walked up to him to see who he was. When I took off the black mask and saw who he was I vowed never to kill again. The person I shot to death was my girlfriend; she was the mastermind behind all the stealing. The image was implanted in my memory forever. I couldn't wash away the guilt. I ran away after that.
Wilson from another rooftop holding a sniper rifle saw everything. Immediately he understood, after my departure, our team disbanded. I found religion right after that and followed the way of Paul. Paul also killed someone, but he was forgiven. I don't know if I could ever be.
Now, however, we back together again.
Jacob seemed like he knew everything and was wearing his smile again. "I have a job for you two." He slid over a brown packet full of paper.
"I am not in this type of business anymore. No more blood for money." I slid back the packet back to Jacob.
"Same, When Aden left, I left also. Anyways I'm just a chief, what would I know about this business."
"Ah, but you two didn't hear what this is about."
"We're not interested."
"You two are working under the CIA this time, not those Hong Kong cops."
"Anything difference?"
"We have rules and regulations. This operation doesn't require the need for blood shed."
"2 million dollars US, for each of you; 500 thousand now, and then rest is after."
Wilson looked at me, "What do you say Aden, like old times? If you're in, I'm in."
I looked at Wilson, he's changed. He looks so tired now. The excitement has been lost from his eyes. He used to be so full of excitement before every assignment. Since this job doesn't require any blood, I would want to know.
"Let's hear about it first."
"Okay, the CIA has been tracking down the triads for a long time. They called themselves The Longs. A reliable source says they have an opium trade tonight which they are going to send to San Francisco. It is told, this is going to be the biggest trade in history."
"What do you want us to do?"
"Just locate which ship the opium is going to be on for us. We will take care of the rest once it gets into San Fan harbour and get the leader for us."
"That for 2 million dollars? You can get some small fry off the street to tell you that."
"It's not that easy. Do you even know who are they are and who's their leader?"
"No, I'm not interested. I'm not taking this job, I'm out."
"Excuse me, but I think you will be very interested." Jacob slid a photo to me. Her name is Jane, also known as the princess."
"No��it can't be." I picked up the photo in my trembling hands. "She's died; I killed her with my whole hands."
"She's alive oh yeah, she really alive and wanted by the Hong Kong and Chinese Police. Drug, thief, murder, arms trade, she has it all under her belt.
"She's a sweet and deadly one alright."
I looked at the picture of her taken while she was sipping coffee at a downtown caf�� in Paris. She looked like an angel.
Wilson was silent, only Mr. Jacob, the ever so mysterious CIA agent smiled.
"She's the leader?"
"Yep."
"I'm in."
"I knew you'll see it my way." Jacob took a drink from his cup. "Midnight,camisas la martina, 235 Phoenix Road."
With that, Jacob left leaving the AFH, hired.
I sat along in Will's cramped up apartment. The noisy traffic was heard even when the windows were closed and the smell of the street parlours' food could be smelt.
"After all those deals and pay checks, you living in this dump?" I asked him. "I thought you'll be living the grand super deluxe life, you always dreamed of."
"I lost it all." Wilson tried to keep a smirk on his face like the old times.
"WHAT?"
"After you left, I went to Macau to clear my head, that where I started gambling. I lost so much that I had to fight my way back here. The load sharks are still after me. How about you? Where's all your money?"
"I donated it all to orphanages."
"So I guess we're on the same boat. Will took out two bottles of beer from his yellowish fridge. Here, on the house, I won't charge you."
"Just like old times eh?"
"Just like old times."
Day soon turned to night. We both did a lot of thinking and staring at the clock hung in the middle of the house. Its tickling was so loud.
I feel like I am reselling my soul back to the devil.
"This is it."
"Yeah."
The both of us got out of the taxi and walked into the warehouse. It felt empty. The lights were all turned off. Then a huge surge of electricity came on and we were face with a group of men in suits.
"Welcoming?"
"I guess so."
They charged towards us, and one threw a punch towards me. We were in a huge empty ware house room filled empty boxes.
I caught the man's jab and twisted his hand. He fell on the ground where I kicked him into a group of boxes.
Wilson, with his unique street boxing skills, pounded past one person after another. Wilson fights so dirty, a kick there and a fist here. Wilson was everywhere. He alone would finished off everyone. I should just sit back and watch.
"ENOUGH!"
An old man, probably a senior CIA agent walked out of the darkness of the top and signal all his soldiers to move back.
Mr. Jacob was standing beside him, smiling.
"Jacob, your choice is not bad."
"Thank you sir."
"You two soldiers have passed my test. Agent Jacob did a good job."
The other light turned on and a whole army was there, all in uniform and filled up with US ARMY equipment. A dozen jeeps were there and also a pair of helicopters.
A group of SFs led us towards the group. They handed us each a pair of handguns. I refused. Wilson took it. They hooked us up to the state of art espionage equipment. I felt like I was in a James Bond film.
"How do we get into the ship?"
"That's your problem, not ours."
After everything, we kicked us out and telling us the shipment is going to be two days later, and told us to do it quick.
We walked around the empty harbour for an hour until we saw a group of triads out for a nightly smoke. They soon caught our presence. They picked out their SMGs and pointed at us, as we were talking towards them.
"Who are you?"
"Friends."
"Friends?"
Both Wilson and I were dressed up like them,ugg boots cheap, suits and all. Wilson walked over and offered to light their cigarettes for them. This automatically won the hearts of them.
"We're here to see, The Princess."
"The princess just doesn't see any small fry like us you know? You guys new here?"
"Yeah. We just came from the Shanghai branch yesterday."
"We have a Shanghai branch?"
"Like you said, small fries like us don't know much."
"Yeah you're right." The group went on smoking their cigarettes. We walked past calm like we knew everything.
After we walked away and couldn't see them, we both took a deep breath.
"That was close." I sighed.
"Yeah, extremely. Lucky for us, they're stupid."
"Hey, to our advantage." I punched him lightly and jokingly.
"Cigarette?"
"I quitted."
"Woah, you did really change, God does wonders."
"Look at you, Chef."
"Back at you, Father."
Wilson made a cross with his index fingers and faced it at me. We both had fun making fun of each other until we heard a voice.
"You two!" a gigantic man, with small eyes and a fu Manchu beard yelled at us. We automatically stood at attention.
"Did we get caught?"
"I hope not, because I don't think I could beat him."
"Same. He looks huge."
He walked towards us, "Ye..e.s��Sir?" Wilson had his stutter on.
"Why aren't you two moving the crates into the ship? Get to work or I'll throw the both of you into the Pacific."
"Got it sir." I answered him quickly we both ran towards all the crates. Other mobsters were carrying the huge boxes, which probably had the opium in them.
Wilson carried one side and I carried the other, we both thrust it up and slowly carried it into the hull of the ship.
"Damn, this is heavy."
"You can say it again."
"Can you believe, your Jane is in this ship?" Wilson said jokingly.
I went silent. I phased out; the only thing on my mind was my time together with Jane. She knew I was an assassin but she still loved me. I could see images of me and her together cradling each other on the beach.
I have to find her and tell her I'm sorry. I wonder if she would ever forgive me for what I had done.
"ADEN!"
"What?"
"What happened, you looked like you phased out man?"
"Nothing."
"Well, we're holding up the line and that Hulk over there will really throw us into the ocean if we don't haul ass."
"Sorry, lets go."
We both carried the box into the near bottom and placed it on beside the others. While there was nobody around, Wilson cracked open a little hole in the box and punctured a hole into a plastic bag. Then he took out his finger and tasted it.
"It's opium alright."
Jane, what are you doing? You're never like this. Murder, drug, thief, arms trade, you would never do anything like this.
"Alright, we got the opium, let's go get the chief." Wilson handed me a black ski mask. We'll use this to get into the captain's room and arrest her. Wear when we're at the door."We walked upstairs where it was crowded with other people talking about the stocks, the house racing results and soccer.
We walked until we were in front of a Y-shaped road.
"I guess this is where we part. We'll keep in contact." With that Wilson took the right and I took left.
I walked straight until I heard a faint sound; it was music coming out from a room. I walked closer and recognized the song.
It was the song, "First Love." Jane's favourite song, she would fuss and bug me if she couldn't hear it. One time, electricity went down while Jane was listening to it. She ran to me, telling me to fix her stereo.
When I told her power went out, she bugged me so much, that I ended up playing it on my guitar and singing it to her. That was a night I would never forget.
I pulled the mask over my head and went closer to the door. It wasn't closed; there was a crack of opening. I kneeled down and saw everything inside. I turned my eye and I saw Jane changing. Jane had her bare back turned to me, and I saw the several bullet holes scarred among her back.
I lost footing and slipped. I fell right into the room. I scrambled to get back on foot. As I finally stood up, Jane had a handgun pointing me, with her other hand holding up a cloth to cover herself.
She walked closer to me. I could see the tension in my veins. I was sweating behind my mask. Her eyes were so cold. She lost the childish and cute eyes which I loved so much about her. Her body was tanned and firm.
I was afraid, scared for the first time after that night when I shot her.
She closely walked closer to me. Then in a flash she yanked my mask off from my head, pulling out a few hairs.
"ADEN?" Her face had a mixture of anger, hate and surprise.
"Hi."
Then she gun whipped me on my cheek. The door opened and the hulk had Wilson by his collar.
"Hey, Aden, I see you found her."
"Boss, err��" The hulk blushed, after looking her.
"Take them to the mat and call all arms.
"Yes boss."
I was pulled out of the room by 4 strong guys.
"Jane, wait, I need to talk to you!"
But the door closed before I had to finish my sentence.
I was taken to the mat, a huge ring mat like the ones in Karate. Wilson was tied up on the sight seeing deck beside an empty chair. I guess that's were Jane is going to sit. I waited anxiously to see what was in store for me.
Jane came out in tight black leather spandex. I was surrounded by everyone on deck.
"Soto!" Jane called. It's probably my challenger.
"The hulk who threatens to throw Wilson and me into the Pacific was standing in front of me in his Karate uniform.
"Look I don't wanna fight." I look at Soto, and then I looked at Jane. "I want to talk with you, please give me a chance to say I am-"
Before I had a chance to say it, I had a huge fist to a head. I rolled back a few feet. When I stood up I felt dizzy, but I still didn't want to fight. I looked at Jane. "Please��"
Then I had another punch into the stomach. I fell down, but crawled back up to face Soto. "I don't want to fight."
But his answer was a round-house kick to the side. I fell again, but I stood back up again. If this is Jane's punishment, then I will take it. I coughed out some blood and looked at Soto again.
Come on, show me what you got.
"Why isn't that idiot fighting? He should be fighting back by now! He's a professional assassin." Jane whispered to herself, but Wilson was close so he heard it.
Wilson laughed a bit.
"What's so funny?"
"Aden is not a professional assassin, he quit. He's a priest now."
"What?"
"After that night, he ran away thinking he killed you. He gave up everything."
"Then why is he here?"
"He wanted to see you and tell you that he's sorry."
Jane's eyes soften a bit. Then she turned back her head to the fight. Soto took a wooden stick and batted it at me. The stick broke and so as my left arm, I was grasping for air.
"Enough Soto, this lowlife had enough punishment." Wilson took a breath of relief.
Soto obeyed her and dragged me up the stairs by my leg. I was bruised all over and I felt like I lost blood flow to my arms.
I was lying on the ground beside Jane, I could see her, but it was blurry. "Jane, I'm��"
Before I could say it, swarms of SWAT teams rushed in here shooting up the place. Mr. Jacob walked in, with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Thanks guys, you gave us a lot of help, helping us round up all our rivals in one place." He looked at both Wilson and I.
"You!" Jane looked at me.
Wilson yelled out, "hey, you guys are CIA, don't you guys have regulations to follow! You guys can't march in here shooting up the place."
"This isn't America; we can do whatever we want here."
Wilson took a handgun and aimed it at Jane. Then he fired. I saw the bullet coming and threw myself in the way using all the power left in my body, blocking the bullet for her. I spat out blood over her shoulder as I collapsed into her.
"I'm cold��so dark, don't leave me.," I shivered.
"It's alright, I'm here." It's the first time I felt Jane's warm body and her arms wrapping around me.
"Jane��.I'm really sorry. Can you ever forgive m-"I could feel the darkness and coldness grabbing me into the dark empty space.
I saw light at the end of the dark tunnel. Its heaven, I could feel the warm glow of it. I feel myself rising up. It feels so warm and comfortable.
Then I heard a voice calling my name, but it was fading away.
"Aden! Don't leave me, don't go! Aden, I forgive you, don't go! I really forgive you!" Jane tried to keep in her tears, but they just kept pouring onto my cold and lifeless face.
"Remember what you promised me, we would buy a big house one with 5 garages and a swimming pool and we would live old together." Jane pulled my body closer to hers. "Please don't go, please."
My body became stiff and slipped away from hers, but my face carried a smile. I was finally forgiven.
Alternative Ending/Continuation
During my three months of sleep, I could hear my name spoken ever so softly. I finally had the power to move my fingers.
One morning I opened my eyes, I was feeling a soft ocean breeze in my face. The window was open and I could see the azure coloured sea. Seagulls were humming slowly.
I looked down at my lap. It was Jane in a white dress sleeping. Her head rested on my lap. I brushed away her hair, she was drooling on the while blanket.
I looked a look at her and fell back into the soft white pillows. I'm so tired, but I don't wanna go back to sleep, I want to wait until she wakes up.
Soon, she woke up. When she saw me smiling at her, her eyes watered up and she flew herself into me. We hugged for the longest time possible.
I got my Jane back.
She told me everything that happened, the corrupted CIA, I got shot in the back, and Soto came back in with a larger group to oust them out.
After that she quit the triad to take care of me, Soto is now the man in charge.
"How about Wilson?"
"He went back to Hong Kong to open his chain of flavoured fried squid. I heard it's a big hit now."
"That's nice to hear." I sighed and looked at her even longer.
"What?"
"I missed you."
Jane hugged me again and told me that she was going downstairs to get the soup ready. After she went down, I wanted to go down also. But I couldn't move my legs and I couldn't feel them. I tried, but I fell off the bed. There was a huge thump.
Jane ran up to see what happened.
"What happened? I can't move my legs."
Jane looked down, "You were shot in the spinal cord, you can't move anything waist down."
I was in shocked a few seconds, but then I smiled.
"What are you so happy about?" Jane sniffed a bit and wiped the tears with her sleeves.
"That I know you'll never leave my side."
"I love you so much."
"I know, I know." I answered slowly, "So you still up for the big house with five garages and have many children?"
"Maybe." She laughed.
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