Terminator Sequence!
*Thunder rumbles*
"Some might call me a monster"
"Some would say I'm a mercenary"
"Some call me a demon"
"Others call me a terminator"
"Well, I am all that"
"But I am also a predator that hunts it's prey in the dark, I am the soulless villain that eats up the souls of others, especially the wicked"
"My name is Alexander Benson Ripoff, ex member of the illuminates, a secret organization responsible for creation of the best martial arts combatants in the world"
"They create soldiers, mercenaries, bodyguards, extractors, terminators"
"They created me"
"Six years ago, I was taken to the Illuminates, the took me in and trained me, I strived hard, went through all possible obstacles, all to get my revenge on Runtown"
"After serving them for a year, and winning a duel, I was given freedom, to become the lone wolf that I am today"
" Now I'm back to finish off Runtown, and nothing's gonna stand in my way"
"I am Deathwage!"
Cling!
The clock's alarm came alive, jolting him back to life, out of his slumber party.
He hit the alarm, annoyed, thereby shutting it up.
He had a meeting with one of his clients today by 7:30 am, and now it was 6:50 am, he took his bath in a haste and rushed out of the room in the same manner.
Pinkyleaf Restaurant,
SW California.
The nice scent of the restaurant's food dominated the air as Alex walked inside the restaurant, clad in a blue leather jacket, black jeans, and black trainers. His hair was nearly combed, with a touch of an hair cream. He surveyed the restaurant for a while.
It had pink flower vases situated at each corner. Chairs were nearly arranged to suit customers.
Waiters were dressed in pink and black outfits.
He sighted his client at the third table in a row, wearing a white suit and sipping hot coffee, he signalled for the waiter close to him to bring him a cup of coffee too as he sat down next to his client, courageously.
"Alexander Ripoff, otherwise known as Deathwage, expert 3rd grade assasin in the Illuminates it's really nice to see you again" the man spoke.
"Stop the hyping and let's get down to business" Alex replied, collecting his cup of coffee from the waiter. "Thank you"
"Yeah, right"
The man, Andrew Hitler, brought out a picture of a man dressed in a blue suit, holding a briefcase, with a faint smile and beard.
He dropped the picture on the table, for Alex to take a look.
"I'll mail you the rest of his info"
"I want him dead in twenty-four hours" Andrew added coldly.
"Consider it done then" Alex curved his lips in a smile.
"I do hope you keep the rest of the deal" Alex added, with a slight frown.
"You want a single ounce of information on Runtown? You kill that man" Andrew said, raising his voice a bit.
"Don't try to play smart on me Andy!" Alex warned sternly.
"We agreed on no payments, but I'll kill him for Runtown's info and whereabouts, but if you try anything stupid.....?"
"Get it done first Rippoff, don't you trust me anymore, I'll keep my promise if you do as I asked" Andrew concluded, standing up.
"Be careful Ripoff, the man is a good martial arts user, and a smart one at that" Andrew warned.
Alex scoffed
"He's knowledged, but not skilled, as long as he wasn't trained by the Illuminates, he's nothing I can't handle" he replied.
"Very well then, 4:oopm tomorrow, at Queenstar hotels! Good luck"
Andrew walked away, after handing a hundred dollar note to the waiter.
"Sir.....your..change!.."
Andrew ignored him.
He looked at Alex, and the latter grinned.
"Keep it"