Chapter 2: Assignment [Chapter 2]
He pulls his hand off of me and I sit up.
"Pffft! Hahaha!"
I feel my chest hurting from laughing so hard.
"Man, you must be fucked in the head; or maybe you're just really desperate for man power. Why should I be a lackey for you? What the hell is in it for me?"
I ask while smiling. He sighs and scratches his neck.
"How about a home all to yourself, away from the 'Idiots', and away from all the drama of urban areas. A place where you'll have diplomatic immunity and can live in perfect peace."
He says as I bite my tongue and think.
Damn, that does sound pretty good. But there's no fucking way this guy is serious, he just wants me to trust him and do his dirty work.
I sit up straight and frown.
"Do you have any way to make me believe this? Because to me it sounds like a load of shit, no way you'd give me immunity from prosecution by helping you."
I say as he sighs and pulls a folder out of a small bag. As he slides it on the floor to me, I stare at it.
"One problem, senior dickweed, I'm bound."
I say while staring at him. He nods to one of the guards.
"But sir, he's dangerous!"
The guard says as I smile and look at him.
"Just take this damn straight jacket off of me."
I say as he reluctantly unbinds me. I quickly open the folder.
--Project 21: Miran Lacron.
Assessment of Miran Lacron: Positive.
Contract Agreement: 1,000,000 USD
Assigned Number: 14 (Temperance)
Assigned Mission Group: A (Kill Maven Gor)
Current Status: Standby.
Signed By: General Mastis
--Project 21: Calfure Midwen.
Assessment of Calfure Midwen: Fail.
Contract Agreement: N/A
Assigned Number: N/A
Assigned Mission Group: N/A
Current Status: Deceased.
Signed By: N/A
--Project 21: Alex Skyborn.
Assessment of Alex Skyborn: Positive.
Contract Agreement: Lawful Assassination of Family
Assigned Number: 12 (The Hanged Man)
Assigned Mission Group: A (Kill Maven Gor)
Current Status: Standby.
Signed By: General Mastis
I flip to the next page.
--Project 21: Devon Slade
Assessment of Devon Slade: Positive.
Contract Agreement: Custody of His Child
Assigned Number: 20 (Judgement)
Assigned Mission Group: A (Kill Maven Gor)
Current Status: Standby.
Signed By: General Mastis
--Project 21: Evan Black
Assessment of Evan Black: Positive.
Contract Agreement: Lifetime Supply of '190 Proof' Liquor and Flaming Cheettos.
Assigned Number: 9 (The Hermit)
Assigned Mission Group: A (Kill Maven Gor)
Current Status: Under Treatment from Alcohol Poisoning.
Signed By: General Mastis
--Project 21: Ven Harux
Assessment of Ven Harux: Positive.
Contract Agreement: Ownership of Mouhu Weapon Museum.
Assigned Number: 4 (The Emperor)
Assigned Mission Group: A (Kill Maven Gor)
Current Status: Standby
Signed By: General Mastis
I shake my head.
"I may not be the smartest, but why is this called project twenty-one but uses the main tarot cards; of which there is twenty-two?"
I ask curiously as he smiles.
"If you want to find out, you'll just have to join. But those contracts are signed by the general himself, if that gives you any more hope in my bargain."
He lights a cigarette and sighs deeply.
"We're looking for our last man, and you might be it. Name your price."
I stare at him for a moment and sigh.
"I'm not sure what exactly I'd want. Maybe your initial deal, along with every video game console and game for them?"
I say sarcastically as he nods.
"It's a deal!"
I quickly stand up.
"W-wait, no that. I was."
The guards quickly grab me and take me out of the room.
God damnit, doesn't that fucker get a joke. Or maybe he understood it was a joke, but I needed to choose my words carefully. Either way, my own secluded house and all the games I could ever play sounds pretty sweet.
I think to myself, not paying attention to where they're taking me. After almost 10 minutes, they push me into a large stone room with several guards and thick steel bars over the doors.
I look around and see 4 others in the room besides myself.
One man is in a clean black and red shirt, reading a book. He has short and messy brown hair and brown eyes. He has black dress pants on with black shin-high boots.
A man in the corner has white hair and fox ear headphones. He had a multi-layer white jacket with black strings hanging off. He has skin tight black pants and shin-high white boots with black lace.
A tall man wearing a gas mask with bunny ears stands in the middle of the room, completely still. He has a leather jacket on with thick black fur around his collar. Under the jacket is a red shirt. He also is wearing bloody jeans and blood stained sneakers.
The final man looks painfully plain. Straight blonde hair and blue eyes. black polo, black pants, and black shoes.
"Mmm, yea he's gonna die soon, don'tcha think?"
The man with fox ears asks as I stare at him. He walks closer and starts to extend his hand. I start to hold my hand out to shake, but quickly grab his wrist and slam him to the floor.
"I'm not here to be friends with you."
I mumble as I push his head against the floor. The man with the bunny mask speaks in a deep and intimidating voice.
"None of us are here to make friends. Keep your emo edge to yourself."
He speaks slowly and clearly. I grit my teeth and let the man up. I quickly find a seat near the back left corner. After a moment the man who talked me into this program walks in with a man wearing a brown paper bag over his head.
"Get over there, Evan."
He says as the guy stumbles in. He has a cape and white shirt on. He has loose black leather pants with chains hanging from his hip. He has flip flops with thumb tacs in the front as his shoes.
What the hell is that guy wearing.
I think as he looks over to me. He waves with the back of his hand and collapses onto a table. The old man speaks up.
"Now, let's talk about why I've gathered you all here. Time to get down to business."
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