One Last KIll

The Deal

Jason Hunt sat in his small but comfortable home trying to find ways to occupy his time. He had already cooked and eaten lunch, and was now sitting in front of the T.V. flipping through channels. Nothing seemed to pique his interest though. Just the same news as usual. People dying, people crying, politicians lying. Same ol' same ol'.

With nothing better to do, Jason decided to head to his computer to see if he had any missions. It had been several months and he was starting to get worried. Well, not so much worried, more like he was getting a really bad itch that needed to be scratched. Sure he could go out and scratch that itch easily, but without the knowledge of good pay before hand, the incentive just wasn't there.

Jason never really considered himself a killer. More of a...cleanser. A hired gun that could sweep away the garbage that the world had produced. Politicians, business leaders, power tycoons, rich bastards who have nothing better to do then rub money in the face of the common and lower class while laughing at their misfortune. Jason felt especially good when it came to 'cleansing the world of' that last group. "There's nothing wrong with having money, just don't wave it around and buy unnecessary trinkets and antiques," Jason had said before he had delivered a bullet into the head of some rich prick named Antoine.

That was why Jason lived in such a small affordable house with little to no expensive goods. The most expensive things in his humble abode, were his TV and computer. After all, he needed to keep entertained and check important updates to see if there were any new missions. Everything else in the house was affordable on a middle class budget though. Nothing seemed to stand out as expensive or dazzling. Just the way he liked it. Not like he cared if anyone saw the inside of his house. Almost no one saw the outside as it was. He lived in a nice secluded area near scenic no-where with no one else for miles.

Jason opened his mail list and was surprised to see he had a message. Finally! A mission! He thought with glee. With great anticipation and a wide smile, Jason clicked on the new letter sent to him. After reading the first two sentences, he pulled out his trusty  Colt .45, and fired the entire magazine into the computer.

Fucking spam...Four months of silence and then I get SPAM! The bounty hunter put his weapon down on the counter, picked up the pieces of his computer, and threw them out his open window into a pile of other discarded computers with bullet holes. He then walked over to his closet, full of computers, pulled out a brand new one, and began the process of hooking it up. I shouldn't feel bad for owning so many of these right? It's not like a go around waving them in peoples faces. Besides, if I had to go so long with out one, I think I'd go mad... Or maybe ju-

DING-DONG!

Jason became shock still and stopped what he was doing. Worst possible scenarios filled his head. Oh crap...Someone must have heard the shots. Yep I am so screwed right now. Jason looked at the gun sitting on the counter where he left it. Just in case...,

he thought, while taking the gun and feeding it a new magazine. Jason had never shot any police before, and he didn't really want to start now. But then again, what if it wasn't the police?

With his weapons ready, Jason made his trek to the doorway. He stopped a mere two feet in front of the door with his weapon aimed high. "Who is it?"  A few moments of silence was his only greeting in return. That eerie silence faltered Jason slightly. If it was the police, he assumed they would be spouting off his name and have a warrant for his arrest or something. But what greeted him was the steady breathing, coming from his own nostrils. Just as he was about to begin firing into the door, a voice asked,"Are you Jason Hunt?"

Shaking the nervousness that he had built up from the silence, Jason replied,"That depends, who are you?"

"A client."

Jason moved forward and reached for the door. When he opened it, he raised the Colt to the head of a cloaked figure. He looks like some bad guy from a cartoon. Almost like that picture you see on those stranger awareness posters. Just instead of a hat and wide brim collar, he has a hoodThe figure didn't seem to mind the gun pointing directly at his head.. It simply asked, "May I come in?", in a manly, ruff voice. To which Jason stepped slightly to the left with the gun sill trained on the guys head. He wasn't about to take any chances with this him.

"Thanks" The stranger muttered while walking into the house. Jason went to close the door, and realized it was already closed. When did I...He?

"So sorry if I'm interrupting anything Mr.. Hunt. But I have someone that needs to be dealt with fast. I hear that you were the best choice," the stranger said while sitting down in Jason's lazy-boy chair. Ok this guy is rubbing me all kinds of wrongs ways. I don't think I ever said he could sit there.

"How can I trust you to be a client?", Jason asked. "And would you mind asking before you can just sit all over my furniture? I know it isn't the fanciest crap, but it's mine and I don't like it when people use it without permission."

The stranger merely sighed before standing up and reaching into his cloak. Jason was about to fire when he saw a sliver of silver. But instead of a gun, the man pulled out a suitcase. How did he?... Before Jason could ponder that any further, the man opened the case, revealing a huge sum of money stacked perfectly.

"$500,000,000 will be your first payment. There are more suitcases full of money besides this one. When you finish, you'll get them all. Of course, I don't think I have to tell you that," replied the stranger.

Jason immediately holstered his weapon and walked towards the suitcase. So much money....It had been to long since he had seen a suitcase. Let alone one filled to the brim with money. Well I could use more money for the TV closet. Or maybe I could use it to see a therapist...I think I'll go with the former one.He would have just stood there, staring at the money, had the stranger not closed the case. He then handed it off to Jason, who took it gladly.

"Now...about the target..." The stranger replied.

Oh right...the fun part! Jason thought with glee.  "Who do I need to 'cleanse' to make this world a better place?" Jason replied while setting the suitcase down. The stranger just chuckled at his reaction.

"Well the 'cleansing' is not so much for this world. But I like the way you look at things."

"If it makes more then one hundred people happy that the target is dead, then I don't care who it usually is. If the world can benefit from their death, so be it. But I refuse to kill just anybody. No matter how good the pay. So I'm telling you right now, this person better be important." Jason replied, ignoring the not for this world comment.

The stranger just laughed at that. "Oh don't worry. She is very important I assure you."

"Good. Where is she? I'd prefer to get an early start, considering I have nothing better to do anyway."

"When you are ready to leave I will take you to where she resides."

Jason raised an eyebrow at that. Normally when someone wanted him for hire, they expected him to get to the target's house by his own means. They also wanted to stay as far away from the target as possible. And yet this guy, was offering him a ride to the target's house! He must be one of those people that enjoy watching someone get killed...Oh well. At least his money's good!

"Fine. Just let me grab some things," Jason said while walking to his room. Upon entering, he began to throw various objects into a duffle bag; weapons, rope, duct tape, cloth, Chloroform, a roll of quarters, and one pair of night vision/x-ray vision/thermal vision goggles. They were really expensive goggles, but worth every penny.

With everything packed, he then turned and left his room to find the stranger. He found him in the living room looking at some painting on the wall. Jason didn't remember ever buying that painting. But he was to busy focusing on the mission at hand. He gave a grunt and watched the stranger turn.

"You ready?" The stranger asked Jason, who simply nodded in reply. "Good. Now go forth, and bring me the head of Princess Twilight Sparkle"

To this day, Jason still had no idea of exactly what happened after that. All he remembered was the feeling of being sucked through a vacuum, extreme amounts of pain, and then darkness.