A New Life - The Last Mission
PLEASE READ! Before reading this story i want you to know that this is the first long story that i have ever written in english. And i am from Sweden so my grama isnt very good as you surely will notice but i have tried as best i can to get it sound as good as possible. Anyway this is the first chapter of a serie that i have some thoughts about, but if i will continue to write on it depends on YOU readers. If it sucks completely il trash the whole idea but if theres a little glimse of interest will i be moore than happy to try and write a new chapter. In this first chapter there is no yiff just as you know, its moore a "get to know the main charakter" chapter. But there will be yiff later ;) if you want me to continue. And please leave a comment about good/bad things how i can make a story better and how to improve my writing thank you, Enjoy.
It was a cold winter night in New York but Jake a young wolf had other matter to think of than the cold breeze. A little less than five hours ago did he receive the document with his objectives. Location: Club Downtime, Target: a tiger named Michael Heins, Reward: 50 000$ cash. Jake had done this since he was eight years old and he had done many jobs in clubs before so he knew how to prepare. Double Phantom 9mm with silencers were perfect for this mission, small but deadly and of course a packet of throwing knifes just for fun. The disguise is the most important part of a successful assassination. This is an high rated jazz bar so Jake knew he had to come up with something rich and something with style witch wasn't any problem for him cause it was his ordinary lifestyle to wear fancy rich suits. So he took a black tuxedo with a white shirt and a couple of black sunglasses to hide his sparkling golden eyes. Then he sat down on his bed to think over the plan once again. Michael would surely be up in his VIP Lodge with two or three guards and a bunch of girls. To take him and his guards out shouldn't be any problem, the real trouble was how to get up there. The stairs to the lodge lies behind stage in a storage room and there would probably be round eight to ten guards, but it didn't take long until Jake came up with an idea. He opened a box under his bed and took 3000$. This should be enough he thought then took his black leather coat and walk out.
Jake arrived to the club at 22:00 and getting in wasn't hard since the agency he works for had put his name on the list. The inside was crowded with furries as expected. He walk toward the bar and sat down to scan the environment. He gazed above the scene where he could see the VIP Lodge but there were no Michael Heins in there. Damn it! he thought, looks like I have to improvise then. He ordered a Martini and decided to sit down and see what happens. He sat there for about 25 minutes enjoying the music when he saw him. He came through the backdoor with a bunch of hot cat hookers and then went behind stage up to his lodge. Time to get the party started, Jake smiled to himself. "Hey there you" he pointed at one of the bartenders.
"Yes sir"
"Want to earn 100$"
The bartender could of course not resist the offer and took the money.
"Okey this is what you'll do. I want beer for a 1000$ then I want you to go behind stage and give it to the guards and you wont tell them who it is from got it?"
"Yes of course sir"
"Yeah and one more thing, you have never seen me before"
So far did his plan work perfectly. The bartender took the boxed with beer and went backstage then came back a few minutes later. Jake waited 20 more minutes before he went to the door backstage. He opened it and stepped into a room with seven guards. Only seven guards? He thought. Heh this will go easier than planned.
"HEY YOU!" One of the guards shouted and tried to rise from his chair but fell into a pile on the floor as soon as he got up. "What are you doing... back here?!" he yell again and tried to stand up, the rest of the guards were almost as drunk as he was and just stood there laughing at their miserable friend.
Jake took another step into the room then shut the door behind him.
"Hey you brat! This room is private get the fuck ou...." Bang! Jake pulled out one of his guns and shot a well aimed bullet into the guards head. It took a second for the others to react to what happened but when they came to sense was it already to late. Jake pulled out his second gun and started shooting then threw him self behind some crates. He shot three more guards before he ran out of bullets in his first magazine and now had the rest of the guards picked up their guns and were shooting like mad men's at the crates Jake were hiding behind. Amateurs he thought and waited a few more seconds until they had emptied their magazines then got up and in a fast move shot the last three. He stood there and listened if there were more of them before he reloaded his guns then dust of his coat. "Okay 2/4 done, only the slug left then get the fuck out of here", Jake sighted and opened the door leading towards the VIP Lodge. He walked up the stairs and came into a room were he found his target on a bed humping one of hookers for king and country while the others were occupied with licking each others. He stop at the end of the stairs and watched the show, and he kind of enjoyed it as he felt a burgle growing in his own pants. It wasn't until one of the hookers let out a scream Michael noticed Jake at the stairs.
"What the hell! Who the fuck are you! Get out of here! Michael screamed on top of his lungs and threw the hooker away from him then got up, but Jake didn't move an inch. Michael just got angrier watching Jakes cool attitude then hurled his fists and approached him. Jake still didn't move and kept his cool, it wasn't until he was a few steps away from him Jake raised his gun and pointed towards Michaels head. He stops at once and the hookers fled across the floor in all directions.
"What the fuck, who are you? What do you want?!" Michael took a step back but he kept staring at Jake in anger.
Jake smiled and slightly squeezed the trigger... Bang! Jake felt a pain rush through his shoulder, he turned around and saw that one of the guards had survived and somehow managed to crawl up the stairs and shoot him. Jake took the gun in his other hand and shot a bullet that hit the guard in his neck. He quickly turned around again but to late. Michael threw himself on top of Jake and punched him hard in the face witch made him drop the guns.
"Do you really think you can just run into my place and kill me you little shit!" Michael yelled and continued to throw punches into Jakes face.
Jake used one of his hands trying to block the punches as good as he could while he sneaks the other one into his tuxedo and pulls out one of the knifes and stabbed it into Michaels chest. Michael let out a scream of pain and held his stomach, Jake didn't waste a second and used his knees and feet to push him off. He got up and jumped after one of his guns but as soon as he reached it he felt Michael grab his head from behind and bent his neck back. Then a cold pain spread through him, his whole body got paralysed and he fell onto his knees. He could feel the blood stream down from his slit throat and his breathing got heavier. From behind he could hear Michael laugh at him.
"Haha bad luck kid! Like I said, did you really think you could just run into my place and kill me just like that? Hahahaha"
Jakes head felt heavier and his sight was fading when suddenly he weakly saw a shade fly past him through the door and he heard a voice screaming "Fuck Jake hold out! I'm taking you out of here!" then he black out.
Jakes eyes slowly opened, he blinks a few times adjusting to the light coming from the widow then he slowly tilts his head to the sides to find out that he was back at his apartment. Then all memories of the night comes flashing back, and he jumps up in bed but he got push back again by a strong grip.
"Hey hey Jake chill down before you rip up those stitches."
It takes a second for Jake to calm himself but then looks to his right and sees an old racoon sitting there with a bloody rag.
"Max", Jake bursts out in a hoarse tone. "Max what are you doing here, the club, Michael, my throat..."
Jake stops there and feel round his throat with his paws.
"Shhh don't talk or that wound will never heal. You're damn lucky I was there kid, you would be dead by now if they didn't send me to check up on you."
"What? the agency sent you to check me?"
"Yes of course they did, do you really think they would send someone as young and inexperience as you on a mission like that without someone watching your back?"
"Pff what do you mean by inexperienced. I have been into this business for many yeas and I know what I'm doing. And if they had informed me better that he were such big fucker I would have prepared better"
"Oh really? Well if you had read your documents better it says that he is a former heavy weight wrestler, but you skip that part didn't you, and went straight on to the killing."
Jake tries to find something to say but lower his head and sights. Max breaths out and pat Jakes shoulder.
"Jake... I don't know how to say this but..."
"But what"
"You're out"
"What!" Jake shouts then grabs his throat as some blood sips out from the wound.
"Damn it Jake don't you want this wound to heal! Stop screaming." Max says quite irritated as he dries of the blood.
"But but what do you mean I'm out."
"When you fought Michael people saw you, so your identity is now useless to the agency and we have no other choice than to kick you out."
"But they can't kick me" Jake burst out breathing hard. "This job is all I have! What should I do now?!"
"Jake please how old are you? 23,24?"
"19"
"19!? Oh shit!? Okay well listen, your 19! You got your whole life in front of you!"
"But what should I do? I don't know anything except how to kill and count money."
"Yeah so? You just have to learn something new then."
"Right and how am I going to do that huh?
"What is most other youths your age doing?"
"... I don't know"
"College Jake. They go to college and educate themselves, learn an occupation for living."
"So... you're saying... that I should go to college?"
"Yes! There must be something you like and want to work with."
"Well I... I."
"Well what?"
Jake turns his head and blushes.
"I like to take photos and work with clothes and fashion."
"There you have it!"
"What don't you think it's a little... feminine or... gay to work with fashion?"
"No I don't and besides it's what you think that matters and no one else remember that. If you want it the go for it and let nobody stand in your way."
"But how am I going to get into collage when I have not even gone in high school? I don't have any grades."
"Hehe just leave that to me. Well now I have to go and clean up a mess after one certain agent, but I will come back in three weeks to take off those stitches meanwhile I want you to think of what we have talk about, there are many opportunities open for you there Jake, all you have to do it to choose one and work for it. Oh yeah by the way until I'm back to take off the stitches, try not to talk to much and don't eat anything you have to chew, I have bought soup for you it's in the fridge. Cya lad, take care."
Max left the apartment but Jake barely noticed. He was too deep in thoughts. Maybe Max was right, College doesn't sound too bad at all. There are many opportunities open for you there Jake, all you have to do it to choose one and work for it, he replied to himself then laid back and went to sleep.
To Be Continues (If wanted)