Chapter 3

Chapter Three

TYRANT

I refuse to turn my back on a target. I’ve made the promise to Luc and I will not be crawling back to him without this job done. I will not ask him for fucking forgiveness. At that point I’d rather swallow a fucking bullet.

Also, I took it upon myself to do the necessary recon on this target. Wanting to showcase and showoff my skills. I know everything about this piece of shit target. From the way he makes his coffee in the morning to the exact moment he takes his morning shit, all the way to the fact that he showers every night at ten and squats down a little so he can masturbate with one hand and with the other hand use two fingers to shove up his own ass, because he likes the feeling of it but is too afraid to ask his wife or his whores to do it for him.

His death will be covered up. His wife will be drugged up and paid off. Life will go on and not a single fucking common person in the world will give a fuck about this guy and his death.

There’s something about deep, dark corruption that makes me get hard. Peri and I are in the building now. Dressed in black jeans, black boots, black long-sleeve shirts. Black baseball caps. Our faces are painted in some kind of quick skeleton design. That’s so when this asshole sees us, he knows exactly what’s about to happen. He’ll know we’re from SA . He’ll know the orders came from Perg . From the throne. Orders to the brood.

Peri grabs my shoulder and gives me a small tug. The two of us move behind a thick, concrete pillar. I hear the sound of whistling along with the sound of footsteps. It’s some pencil pusher working the midnight hours, hoping to get a raise.

“Where’s your fucking head at?” Peri growls at me.

“I’m ready to fucking kill, what about you?”

“Focus, Ty. Fucking focus.”

“You want to see focus?” I ask.

I step forward and turn. The pencil pusher has no clue I’m twenty feet away from him with a gun in my hand, silencer on the barrel, and I have him in my sight. One pull of the trigger and his brains will splatter all over. He’ll be dead before he knows he was shot.

I look back at Peri and curl my lip. Peri isn’t impressed. I’m not here to impress Peri. Although I’m not sure anything impresses Peri. He’s robotic. His entire existence mapped out by his powerful father. Something we all relate to around here.

We wait for the pencil pusher to get into his car and drive off. Now we can’t take elevators and we have to be careful with the main stairs. Obviously Baal didn’t complete his own recon, which is why he’s missing an eye right now.

Peri and I take the stairs up to the fifth floor and then stop. We then go into the offices and carefully walk along the north wall of the building. There are no security cameras there. And all the cubicles have their computers fully shutdown and all laptops are taken home by employees.

God forbid you get an email at midnight and don’t respond in ten fucking seconds, right?

We end up in the break room, which is the saddest looking tiny kitchen I’ve ever seen.

“Now what?” Peri asks.

“Well, thanks to Baal, this is right where we’d end up getting fucked,” I say. “But if he took a look at the plans for the building, he’d know there’s another way.”

I point up to the vent.

“Are you fucking joking, Ty?”

“Nope,” I say. “Hope you’re not claustrophobic.”

“Fuck,” Peri growls.

Hey, nobody ever said murdering someone was easy to do.

The thing is, no matter how much recon you do, there’s always the potential for fucking variables to show up. Meaning, Peri and I end up right outside the target’s office door. We have it all planned out in our heads on how to make this happen. We just open the door and walk in.

This guy is going to see two gigantic men, dressed in black, faces painted like skulls, each of us holding a silenced gun. He’s going to shit his pants—maybe literally—and before he can even think about pleading for his life, he’ll be pumped full of bullets.

The whole thing will take about five seconds, at which point Peri and I will turn and exit, then make our way back through the building and back to SA . All that work for five seconds… yeah.

Yet the issue is Peri and I are standing there with the office door open and our target has his head back. His eyes are shut. He has no idea we’re standing there. All I can see is his left hand bobbing up and down.

No, he’s not jerking off. He has some whore sucking his cock right now. I take a step and Peri grabs for me. I look at him and shake my head. Then I nod. This shit is happening one way or another.

I point for Peri to break off to my left. I move to the right. Now I can hear the sound of the whore sucking on our target’s cock. She’s making all the cliché wet and sloppy sounds. Pretending this guy’s cock is twice the size it actually is. She even offers up a playful groan.

“Oh, baby, that’s the spot,” our target says.

That’s the spot?

I want to shoot this guy’s tongue off. Now we have an issue here with this whore.

When I finally get to see who it is and I realize it’s just some street scum sucker looking for fifty bucks so she can stuff her veins with heroin, I feel a little better about what I have to do next.

Peri and I are in position. I inch closer. These two have no idea we’re standing there. Amazing how apathetic people can be when they think they’re untouchable. This guy thinks because he’s filthy rich and he’s the boss of some bullshit company, nobody can bother him. He’ll get his cock sucked by prostitutes whenever he wants and then he’ll go home and shower and play with his ass. Then twice a week, he’ll roll over onto his wife and thrust into her just to pretend he’s in love. She’ll fake an orgasm and think about what she’s going to buy off Amazon when they’re done fucking to wash away the icky feeling. Yet money means nothing when it comes to power. When it comes to control.

I lift my right boot off the ground and bring it down onto the whore’s head. As hard as I fucking can. The sound that it makes is a little bit nasty if I’m being honest. I can almost feel the target’s cock puncture the back of the whore’s throat.

The surprise and shock of the motion makes her bite down. Our target screams in pain as his cock is reduced to nothing more than a cheap hot dog sold from a corner cart. The whore’s nose—and face—smashes against the target’s body with such force that her nose explodes with blood. The target grabs at the whore and starts to pull and smack and even punch at her to get her away from his cock.

All of this is happening so fucking fast. The whore jumps back, blood all over her face. There’s blood on our target’s cock, definitely a mix of his own and the whore’s.

The target looks right at me, finally. Tears in his eyes. But his eyes go wide. Peri shoots the target first. A bullet right through the target’s neck. I put a bullet in his head. Then Peri and I add a few more, chest, torso, whatever. It doesn’t fucking matter.

The whore has since passed out, grabbing at her face. She might be dead too. It doesn’t matter if she is dead or not. Right now, there’s no choice.

I put two bullets in the back of the whore’s head and call it a night.