3 Job 1: The Fixer, Part 1

After a long chat between me and the doctor, and a not too enjoyable lunch, the doctor had asked me to step into another room, by myself.

The room was like a waiting room of sorts, a couch and two comfortable looking chairs surrounding a rectangular coffee table.

There were no windows, and no doors other than the one I came in from. The only thing of interest was a manila folder labeled 'Please Read!' sitting on the table, and a black duffel bag sitting on the ground at the side of the table.

Sitting down in the middle of the ouch, I avoided picking up the file for now and thought about the previous conversation.

Thanks to our little chat, I was able to pace where and when I was.

It was 2008, and I'm on earth…. a different one, at that.

The mention of one Steve Rogers as the inspiration for this little side project solidified that I was on a much different earth.

That is, the earth of the MCU…

Or at least that's what I'm assuming, since I wasn't really interested in any of the non-movie media.

Of course, this could all be a major coincidence, and this could be some other guy named Steve Rogers, with the title of Captain America, who also happens to be a a world war 2 super soldier…

This is probably the part where someone would mention their grand plans after finding out they're in their favorite fictional universe…

… yeah I've got nothing….

… Maybe I should just do my job instead of wasting time. I don't want the big bad evil organization to get pissy with me now, huh…

Disregarding the newly learnt, and exciting information, I instead pick up the Manila folder, promptly opening it.

There were several papers, the first of which seemed to be a file on a certain someone, me.

It included basic physical information, as well as some other things that seemed to relate to my ability, or some other supernatural aspect of myself.

Apparent age… 16… height… 152cm… hell, they even had my blood type….

But the two most interesting bits of information…

First of all, the file said I was affiliated to project Blood Money, with the position of 'Contractor'.

From this I can deduce that this side project that I'm a part of is called Project Blood Money, and secondly that I'm a 'Contractor'.

The other thing I found interesting was the picture attached to the file, it was a headshot of a young girl with vibrant orange hair, and light purple eyes, a pair of black rimmed circle frame glasses sitting on her face.

'This is… me?'

Looking at myself for the first time since I got this body, I was a bit surprised at my own looks.

She was cute… I was cute…It's a bit odd thinking about myself that way, but I didn't dislike it…

Silently moving my own file out of the way, I was met with another file of another person.

Glancing at the attached picture, I saw a boy, he was tall and thin, lanky. He looked rather young, with fluffy and thick dark blue hair, and equally dark blue eyes. His eyes were… interesting, they were dull, lacking the usual light you'd see in someone's eyes.

I shivered lightly, although it was just a picture, he didn't feel right.

I moved onto the rest of the information, skimming over the parts I didn't quite understand.

Danny, no last name, 183cm tall, apparent age is 18…

Most of the information was either useless or meaningless to me.

Of course, not all of it.

Apparently he was a former contractor of project blood money… Another reincarnate.

His 'defect' was some sort of neurological disorder that made him… well he's an actual sociopath, and a bit screwy in the head.

Most interestingly was his ability, flawless. Flawless is a precognitive ability that allows the user to see more than 5, but less than 6 seconds into the future

His last known location was some small town in Russia.

But most importantly was the note at the bottom of the paper.

'Marked for termination…'

This… this is meant to be my first target, huh…

I skimmed through the rest of the paper's information about the town he was in, basic Russian phrases, along with a dozen other pieces of information that'd hopefully help with…. Killing this guy.

After I finished skimming the information, I put all the papers back in the file before standing up, moving to the side of the table where the bag was.

Clothes, 1000 usd in rubles, a cell phone, water bottles, granola bars, and a loaded pistol with two extra magazines of ammunition.

Taking out the clothes and slipping the folder into the bag, I stood up and let my hospital gown drift off my body and onto the ground.

Undergarments, black short shorts, a black tank top, a white off-shoulder top, black thigh high socks, black knee high boots, and a dark green jacket with a fur trimmed hood.

Slipping on my jacket, I leaned forward and grabbed my glasses off the table, setting them back on my nose.

I shifted a bit, uncomfortably, not too comfortable wearing this many, or these types of clothes

I dragged out a slight sigh, gently closing my eyes in the process as a small frown formed on my face.

'I'm sure Doctor Briar enjoyed dressing me up like this…'

I lightly shook my head and picked up the duffel bag from the ground, swinging it over my shoulder as I walked over to the door.

"Hey doctor I-

I stopped talking as the door opened, and instead of the comfortable office space from before, I was met with a chilling breeze.

I stepped out, lightly setting the duffel bag on the ground as I observed my surroundings.

I was on the side of a road, surrounded by pine trees, the air was dull and dreary, making a rather depressed atmosphere.

I brought my arms up, bringing my jacket closer to me, although it wasn't snowing, it was still freezing cold.

In the distance I saw a green road sign, Russian characters printed upon its surface.

Leaning forward, I unzipped the duffel bag and took out the phone. Unlocking it I went to the contacts, spotting a familiar name.

'Briar…'

Absently, I tapped on his name and waited patiently for the Doctor to pick up.

"Hello?"

His voice came over through the speaker, and a certain feeling shot through my body, but I remained composed, speaking out in a calm voice.

"Briar, what did you do?"

For a moment there was no response.

"Ah, Salem, good to hear from you, how's Russia?"

…

"It's fine… so what did you do?"

Although it was quiet, I heard the doctor let out a nervous chuckle.

"Well you see, um… we sent you to Russia for a job, you read the file right?"

I didn't respond with words, instead letting out a soft hum.

"So it's pretty simple then… all you have to do is… fix the problem, okay?"

I let out a long sigh, my anger quelling as we continued to talk.

"And the problem is-"

"Danny, Danny's the problem."

A moment of silence passed.

"Right…"

Not sure what to do I simply hung up, our conversation pretty much over at that point.

I slipped the phone into my jacket pocket before picking the bag up again.

Another sigh dragged off of my lips, and I began to walk the direction the sign was in.

"Guess it's time to get to work…"

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Again, less words than last time, I had actually wanted to write the last 200 words or so in the next chapter but instead put them in this one to boost length.

I've got nothing new to say about plot or story, so instead I'll complain about Webnovel

First of all, why can't you dumb asses just right a synopsis? It's not that hard and it's essential to gaining attention. If you say you can't then you're either lazy or a shitty writter.

Secondly, copyright disclaimers… really? Honestly this is so stupid I don't even want to talk about it…

Finally, why the fuck do male protagonist stories have girls as the cover? It's weird, I mean, you don't see a female protagonist story with a guy as the cover, do you?

Um…

Oh… about the MC, in this story. Wondering if you guys can see a definite/solid/strong personality from her, because to me as the author she seems kind of dull so far.

Liked to hear your thoughts on this so I can better define her when I'm writing

Well-

-fuck-

-you-

-bitches~.