Clean Up Duty (3)

As I threw some grenades to make things different for once. I mean come on I'm on my 2nd PKM now and they're still dropping like flies. They did try to take me down with a technical but that just made me walk backwards slowly not enough to stop me. I can outgun them in a single blink of an eye I can wipe them all out.

Nevertheless accuracy is overrated anyways, in the depth of combat or war you might forget who or where is your enemy anyways but shoot enough bullets on their way could force them at least to keep their heads down. The amount of bodies I lay upon down today will lead to a foundation that I haven't uncovered since I left the Organization.

The sound of bullets ricocheting my body armor is tantalizing and that the feeling of combat. I miss this feeling, this lost art of mayhem and chaos. As the 3rd PKM I drop and went for cover to grab my 4th one I thought to myself when Anna said that I'm always available to be reaccepted to the Organization. But then there's something that will prevent me joining back and that I have students to teach back in Class 1-2.

One thing what's surprising is I'm getting a crisis in my head while being attacked by dozens of enemies that seems to be either super dumb or extremely suicidal facing me in this suit. My last PKM won't last long I do have rifles left but seems like the final one will be... Enough!

There I finished all of them, seems like all of the guards are all eliminated now. Time to shed some of the armor. I feel lighter than before now, time for my rifle. I know Null is somewhere around here. What's nice about my suit is it has a built in camera jammer. I'm basically invisible against cameras the man who invented it called the 'Hide and Seek System' dumb name I know.

But it sure does work, now since I shed some of my armor my protection is now down. But I can still handle .50 BMG rounds just fine. I looked around the compound to check if there's a panic room of some sorts. And... Bingo there's one.

I prepare my breaching charges since it seems this door needs more than 1 charge. I whistled along to a tune I heard during class as I wire up the explosives to my clacker. I gave myself some distance and shouted. "BREACHING!" The sound of the charges exploding echoed the empty halls. and the door fell.

I walked in with rifle at hand and saw a scared man curling up on a corner afraid. "Hey where's your leader? Where's Null?" As the scared man tries to defend himself by hiding his face and replying.

"I don't know man! I didn't know you were real!"

"Where is he?"

"I really don't know! I was just bluffing man I'm not Null!"

"Bullshit."

"I swear I was really just joking!"

"Then where did your private army came from?"

"I just hired them in case you really came. And you did!"

As I was trying to interrogate him the radio caught a frequency.

"This is 83.7 Radio Chaos! The Radio station for Mercenaries, Contract killers, and those insane people in between. Today we have hot news from the world of Arms Dealing and Mercenaries. Mr. Killjoy got spotted doing his best job in the field. Cleaning! Rumors say that he is cleaning up someone named Null. That's a name I haven't heard from a while we'll have updates about the story in the next hour, so stay tune you crazy people out there."

News spreads quick huh. As I shot the fake Null in the head with a pistol. I began piling up the bodies again pouring gasoline all over, placing C4 charges in the building pillars. I hear my phone ring so I picked up the call in the suit.

"Hey asshole. You're name is already in the news."

"Yeah, yeah. I heard it Cedric calm the fuck down."

"What's your move genius the entire world knows you're back."

"I mean that's a statement right? What a way to go back to my old ways."

"Yeah, that means you'll be busy again with the Organization. Remember you're a professor at a school."

"Yes, but I strictly disclosed it with the Organization that I'm just doing this job once. AND ONCE only."

"You better know what you're doing Vaughn. Anyways what are you doing at the moment?"

"Well removing the evidence of course."

"I see I'll call you again when something comes up."

I continued on piling up the remaining bodies and their weapons to prevent any traces. After a few minutes of fixing up the bombs and the remaining gasoline in the canister. I went back to my van while I prepare the radio a distinctive explosion can be heard as I tune in to the Radio Chaos to check if there's any updates on my reappearance to the world of contracts and clean up jobs.

And immediately after a few minutes I've been getting requests of clean up from hundreds of people already. So I decided to call Anna my old contractor from the Organization. "Hello Anna can you Redact my phoneline? I've been getting clean up job requests again I thought you already handled this?"

"Oh? Didn't I already redacted your phone? Sorry, I'll do it now then."

"Damn it Anna you know after the entire industry knows that I'm back I want full coverage of my phonelines being silenced for the love of God I want peace and quiet."

"You know Vaughn this wouldn't happened if you weren't that good in the field you know."

"I hate it when you're right. Anyways keep my lines clean okay? I don't want distracting notifications for Job offers."

"Will do Vaughn. That's a favor you have to payback okay?"

"Sure, I'll take you out to dinner if you want it."

"Ooh... Quite straightforward asking me for a date already. Anyways see ya soon Vaughn."

Man I have classes to do tomorrow and I smell like crap. Blood, lead, and gunpowder what a nice combo of horrid smells. I need a really long shower like right now.