Author's Note

The new sequel story has been written. Chapter 1 is done.

I'm now waiting for my submission to be accepted.

Job: Chapter 1.

The year is 2029, the year of the future. Mutants are starting to become popular and a favored help among the military. The world is much safer and cleaner.

James was a chaffeur for his clients, requiring him to go on long hours of work which would be 2 or 3 days. His limo was a 2024 Chrysler E8, a sleek black car with a long stretched body, with long couches and an ice box cooler for alcohol. It had enough space for 6 to 14 people.

James was asleep in the back of his limo, trying to get an hour of rest before finishing his last shift, this was a temporary job, not one he planned to do forever. A quick cash grab.

He was jolted awake sharply, his eyes slowly adjusting and opening. He groaned as the car jolted him again.

"Ugh, fuck." He moaned. His legs gently touching the cobble ground beneath him. He walked around to the back of his limo and saw a group of people trying to remove the back rims from the luxurious vehicle. The rest of them encouraging on the guy who was spinning the wrench on the plates .

His still sleepy eyes waking up slowly.

"Uh, guys." He stated, the group turned to look at him. The thief dropped the wrench as it fell to the ground with a sharp metallic clang.

"These are chrome plated lugs yer gonna strip em. Plating flakes off." He warned.

"Yeah?" One of the thugs interruped rudely.

"Ya know this is a lease no one's gonna pay ta ride-." He tried to say. A bullet was then fired through his shoulder, knocking him to the floor. The group then began to laugh at him. To them he looked to be dead.

The group then turned back to the car to continue trying to take off it's tyre plate, continuing from where they left off.

James awoke a second later, his wound already healed, he then looked to his right shoulder, the blazer jacket and shirt underneath it had been shot through, blood staining both pieces of clothing.

"Shit." He mumbled, getting back up onto his feet, ready to face the thugs.

"Uh guys, guys." The group turned to look at him once again with shock, fear and anger. He could sense a small amount of surprise within them.

"Guys seriously, ya don't wanna do this." He warned, pulling out his claws slowly to intimidate them and make them back off.

"Take him out." The ringleader of the group ordered. Another member of the group ran at him and began to hit his face with the tyre wrench in an attempt to knock him out, but due to having Adamantine coat his bones and skeleton, it didn't work on him.

He then began aimlessly slashing at the group. Another thief of the group slammed a bottle of Whiskey into his right hip, the rectangular and tube shaped container smashing into tiny pieces upon impact. James felt nothing.

He was then kicked in the shoulder by the ringleader of the group. James then aimlessly slashed again, missing the group and just cutting through air. He had managed to daze one of the criminals.

James ran at the hooded thug and cut through his right arm with his claws, before throwing the wounded thug a distance away. He was then hit again in the face with the barrell of the pistol he was shot with.

He slashed the attacker in the stomach, the criminals didn't have long left to live due to the wounds he had given them. They'd die from blood loss.

The thug with the gun aimlessly fired the pistol. James noticed the gun was aimed at his limo. "No! Not the car!" James exclaimed, running to take the hit instead of damaging the car.

In his attempt to save the limo from the damage, he was shot through his right shoulder with the bullet that was meant for the limo. A weaponless thug of the group ran at him and knocked him to the floor. James attempted to defend himself from the group, overpowered and overwhelmed by them.

Another thug hit him with a baseball bat. He was then kicked in the back as he rolled onto his stomach to defend it from being hit.

Another thug of the group cocked a shotgun at his head, the rest began to kick him hard on his back.

Purely overwhelmed by the group, and angered at the attempt of having his car's lugs stolen, his eyes shifted a red colour as the animal within was released.

James let out a short feral roar and slashed through the attacker's right hand, severing it at the wrist, the disconnected muscles firing the gun. A stray bullet hit the limo's right rear door.

"Motherfucker!" James yelled, he countered an incoming attack and slashed another attacker's shoulder before slamming his claws through the thug's throat and head, killing him instantly.

James held his claws out and slammed them into the other attacker's stomach, cutting them left and right rapidly before removing his right hand's claws and slashing him across the face, killing him in seconds.

One of the thugs ran at him and was impaled through the forehead by James's right hand's claws, his death swift and quick.

The last thug also ran at him, attempting to punch him, James had foresensed this and caught the thug's left hand, cutting the throat open with a short feral roar as the thug fell to the ground and bled out.

The last two thugs evacuated to their van, one was starting it up whilst the other held onto his amputated arm trying to stop it bleeding. James caught the wrench and threw it at the van's windshield, breaking it's right side.

James retracted his claws and removed the the Lift Scizzor Jack from the tire, pulling it out and putting it in the back of the car before closing the boot. He then made his way to the front of the car's right side and started it up.

James went to a small rest stop and took off his ruined blazer and shirt, before discarding them in the bin and putting on a new fresh white shirt, tucking it into his black dress pants alongside his white vest that was now covered by the shirt.

James then redid his tie back up, before putting on and buttoning up the new blazer. Once he finished his quick and easy change, he left the small rest stop and drove back home to the estate house S.H.I.E.L.D had let him, his wife and daughter live on.