It is currently midnight and my preparations are almost done. Tonight, I will leave this god
forsaken shithole. But I know for a fact that it will not be easy, not in the slightest. That is why the moment I've made up my mind, I already crossed the point of no return. Because after tonight, countless agents of my father will hunt me down. It is a known truth that the only way to quit a hitman's life is by passing through the gates of hell.
Especially for those like me who already have a position in the organization. One who holds so much corporate secrets and infos about NOVUS, is bound to die along with all of it.
And knowing my father, I'm pretty sure he'd carve my brain just to preserve the secrecy of NOVUS. Can't blame him though, I admit myself that I am too much of a liability.
"So long buddy"
I muttered while looking at my room which served as my isolation chamber. After countless of kills, one would assume me to be numb to death. I could only retort how wrong that assumption was.
Each and every night, I see the faces of my victims on the corners of my rooms, countless times had I fallen asleep only to be awoken by the voices of those who perished by my hands.
My most unforgettable kill was my first, its always the first one. That was back when I was 5 years old, I was evidently born, or produced, for this line of work.
I remember the face of the man after I stabbed him precisely in the middle of his brows.
12 years later on this very same day, and I still see him standing near the windows of my room.
'Why didn't you just die. Why did you have to smile. Now I can't forget your stupid face' I thought to myself.
I sighed heavily and proceeded to light my oil filled room on fire. Bit by bit, the room was burned to nothingness and was starting to be clouded with smoke as it was enclosed, and the door as well as the windows was sealed shut.
It was getting harder to breath, and the scorching heat is sucking all the perspiration out of my body.
The emergency ceiling sprinklers activated but proved to be futile. The oil I used was a special variant, the same one that the attackers used on the northern part of this base, which caused the death of my mama and uncle.
Half of my room was now burning while the other half where I stand, was flooded with water and oil. The moment the fire spreads here, I will die via the second most painful way of dying, by burning alive.
Fortunately, my plan went on as it supposed to be. A squad of maintenance agents rushed towards my room and unlocked my door. And as if rehearsed, all of them cocked their SCAR-light machine gun and simultaneously pointed at all directions of my room and then at me.
While one of them escorted me out of my room, the remaining men prepared the pump and started gushing water at my room.
'This is my chance'
I thought, as I looked directly at my escort's eye which he reciprocated for a few seconds before refocusing himself.
As a trained agent, his instincts told him that something was wrong, and he couldn't have been more right about it.
In my left hand was his tactical swiss knife. The look in his eyes when he realized that I just stabbed him in the solar plexus would keep me awake for more than a week. I disengaged myself with my first kill and immediately, all the remaining agents looked back and re-equipped their guns.
'5 in total, 1 in the middle and also the closest, and two each on left and right flank. I'll first eliminate the weakest link'
I proceeded to dash towards the middle one while using the body of my first kill as a shield.
The muzzle of the agent was aimed directly at my head, exactly after the agent pulled the trigger, I lowered my stance for as low as I can, then kicked his shin. His bones was snapped in two and was now exposed. All of these happened within the span of a thought.
I took the second victim by the gun strap and used him to cover my back as I proceeded to my next target.
A hail of bullets was directed at me from both the front and the back. This resulted for the one on my back to be riddled with holes.
I then positioned myself directly parallel from the agent in front of me making him have the same fate as the one on my back.
I kicked my bullet filled third kill towards the fourth agent, which disgruntled him. I dropped the body on my back and performed a forward roll kick towards the fourth, who received the full brunt of my heel and dropped down.
I took this opportunity to stab his throat and heart at the same time with knives mid fall.
After which, I threw the knives towards the last men in the left flank.
I then dove towards the corner leading to another path and hid on one of the rooms as I kicked the door open. Inside the room was a child barely the age of 6.
"Hey XXII" I greeted him.
"You've gone and done it now you bastard."