Assassin by D.A.Sanford - HTML preview

My teacher needs help

It has been peaceful in the neighborhood. I have had time to do some warehouse work. Both the van and the pickup are now in excellent condition. Both are shining like new black vehicles that anyone would love to have.

As far as the Motor Vehicle department knows, I have owned both for many years. I plan to use both as give aways. I think that the van needs to call that elderly couple’s new home as it’s home . The pickup is a no brainer. That new family that lives in that new modular home could use that one.

I am thinking about that when the woman is here. She never really visits.

“That’s because you never invite me to one of those parties you throw for your neighbors.”

I sometimes forget that we both can send and receive mental messages. It is just that I forget to flip the switch to the off position.

She responds to that thought with her message. “That is because you like broadcasting to see who answers.”

“Okay, you got me.” I say out loud. “How about a standing invitation to any and all parties I throw.”

“About time. I accept.” Then she gets serious. “I need you to sit down and grab hold of yourself. Your teacher has been kidnapped. I know that you are ready to run off halfcocked. That is why you cannot move.”

She knows me. I want to run to her aid but now realize I need to know where, what happened and who is involved. I tell her that not one of them will live. “Let me know all you know.” I am already thinking as I am listening.

It seems that someone, somewhere leaked information to a family that she accepted a contract taken out on their head man. They were determined as evil. Once he was gone, they were pushed into the lower echelon of gangs. They gassed her when she was asleep. Now she is in the basement cells of their mansion. I am shown where the mansion is and where the cell is.

“You are first to rescue her and then the whole family needs to just not exist. There are forty in that mansion that are to be eliminated. That includes the servants. They are just as involved. They are all attack people. In a defensive situation they are vulnerable.

Now I am going to release you but don’t try to run now. She will live. She is tough and they want to have her desperate before they start. You have a day to plan.”

I don’t want to wait but my teacher said that it was the way to get killed, rushing is not planning. Planning allows you to get the upper hand. I know that she has to be working on her own plan.

First thing I need is the floor and grounds plans. She had given me the address so I pull up the real time images of the house and grounds. Now I see why they dropped in status. They are sloppy. The way in is just screaming to anyone that will listen.

There is a pool house that abuts the back of the property. Closeups show no cameras looking at that property lines. There are other areas like this but the pool house is the way in and then it is blind spot to blind spot. There is a path to the location of the cell.

The cell wall is the hatchway wall. I can get to it and laser cut a hole. We should be out before anyone notices. This all depends on there being no one in the cell room watching her. If they are this sloppy, there won’t be anyone.

I think to the woman that I am ready and it did not need a day. I told her that I would not tell her what I plan to do because of that leak. “You need to ferret out the leak and eliminate it. All of your people, including me are in jeopardy. After this one, if you can’t tell me who it is, I will go so far underground, that not even the deepest dweller in hell will find me or my teacher.”

I now turn off my thought transmitter switch. It’s time.

Slowly I creep along that blind line. Now close enough. I use the thought code and send a message to my teacher that the flowers at night sleep. “They wait for the dawn dew.” She sends back “And the sun.”

That told her to move away from the wall asking if there was a guard. She told me there was no one else there.

The hatch way is not locked. My opinion of them is dropping by the minute. Now there is a hole big enough for her to escape through. In silence we both made it back to my warehouse.

She is very mad when I inform her that there is a leak in the assignment system. She says, disgusted, “I hope that the person enjoyed the money. That will be the last enjoyment they will have. It will not be a quick death. Now what is your plan for that gang?”

She laughs when I tell her that I want to go to the assassin guild and ask for help. “I feel that it is where the leak is. They will scoff but I believe that at least one will be enthusiastic. That one should be the leak. We will go to one of the silence rooms and discuss the plan. If that one needs to go to the bathroom or something to leave for a few, that will be the one. Of course the plan we tell that one will be a simple one. Charge in and over whelm them through the front. We will go in the way I got you out.”

We go to the guild and all scoff at the shame we should be feeling. General consensus is that the forty will not be together. They would be spread out. “You, if you are worth anything should be able to sweep through the forty easily.”

One brave soul says that three against forty is good odds. He will go with us. We go to one of the secure silence rooms. Just like I figured, after we discussed the plan of a frontal assault on the mansion and the interior direction that we each would go, he asked if it was okay to go and relieve himself.

“I’ll be back and we can finish the plan”

Five minutes later he returns and we leave.

At the mansion, he is showing panic when we do not follow what we said. He was unaware of the light prick. He was out like a light. Now tied up and gagged in the vehicle we came in, the both of us snuck back in by the way we left.

The hatch was locked but no problem. We figured that they would have done that but it seems that all of them were, for some reason, in the darkened front rooms of the mansion.

We both are professionals, it was easy for us to make our way through the unlocked rear door. One by one they fell silently. One by one they died until there was only the new leaders. Those felt the same slight prick. That black van, now with the fake plates that the contractor had, quite convenient, is back in my warehouse. There are six people bound to a bench seat that is bolted to the floor.

They are now awake. I let the offended one, my teacher, take the lead. She walks over to the now not so eager assassin. She yanks him up, drags him to my hoist and he is now suspended a foot off the floor. He is in panic as the gag is removed.

“What did you receive for the information you gave them?” She says with a calmness that even I shivered at the tone.

He would not answer. She pealed off one of his toe nails and repeated the question. Stupidly, he fainted ignorance and claimed that we were mistaken. She walks over to the only woman that is tied up and puts a long drill bit into her ear and pulled the trigger. The woman shook until the drill stopped. My teacher pulled out the drill and set is down on the table next to the assassin.

“What did you receive for the information you gave them?”

She now picks up the drill and presses it to his knee.

“What did you receive for the information you gave them?”

No answer so she just hits the switch and he is screaming and starts to spill his guts. He got hold of the information on all the assassinations and these were the first he approached.

She drills through the knee. Now raises the drill to the spot where his genitals are and revs the drill a few times then presses it to his crotch.

“They the only ones?”

He says that they are the only ones. She believes him. I walk over to the remaining people and slit their throats. The woman now appears and in an instant the dead family members are gone without a trace of blood.

“They fled after killing the remainder of the house hold. That one needs to go to the guild. She hands me the transcript of what he said and that she condemns him as guilty. After all she is the vary head of both the adjudicators but also the head of all the assassin guilds of this world.

We wheel the sorry excuse of an assassin into that same guild that the two of us entered earlier and they were up in arms, ready to kill us until the guild master took the letter I was given. He saw and cringed at the name and seal on that letter. He proclaims to the gathered,

“This man has betrayed all of us. He took all the assignment information and sold it to one of the assignment families causing them to kidnap one of ours. He has been judged guilty by our world’s grand guild master. She has given the instruction to these two to deliver this one to us for our disposal. She said that she wishes that it is not a quick death. She will be posting this in every guild as a warning that the next one to do this will cause the entire guild to be eliminated down to the last bug. Nothing will survive.”

Now I speak. “My teacher, my first crush, was harmed by this man. Know this and this stays here but use it as the woman’s warning. I died on another world. The woman was able to grab my soul and have me born in this world with all my memories intact. I was walking and talking before I was one. The woman has groomed me since I was conceived in my, this world’s, mother. She was the one that showed my father where to find my teacher. The woman showed me where my teacher was being held. Know this, I directly work for her. I ask and answer only to her. Both she and I will be watching. Don’t mock her.”

With that said and all not saying a word, I take my stunned teacher and we go to my home. We talked and now she lives in my house next door. The neighbors love her just as much as I still do.

Deep down in the recesses of my consciences, I still love her and wish she would just live with me but I also know that my life won’t let me.

I do throw a party for her joining the street and yes, the woman came. She patted me on the back and just said some day.