Untouchable

Chapter 1
It's almost midnight, I glanced at my watch only to find out I have already been standing here for a good two hours. I'm already cold and wet, the rain has not stopped falling since earlier this evening. I rub my hands to warm up my fingers as I may need them to perform dutifully later on in the evening. My trench coat can only protect me from this weather for only such a long time until the weather creeps up on your body. As to what I'm doing standing in this not so comfortable situation, I have orders from above to "take care" of someone tonight. This particular someone is giving my superiors a headache and I was assigned to this task to clean up the mess that guy made.

The red neon lights from across the street emitting an aura of both sensuality and corruption, I can't stand what the people in the  building across my position are doing, laughing senselessly, drinking until they can't drink anymore and paying working girls a big sum of money for one night of companionship. It's alright by anyone's standard  to be a man that visits this kind of place for pleasure, to relieve one's self of pressures of everyday life, to be someone special even if it's just for one night, as long as you have the money to pay the people inside I don't mind. unfortunately the person I'm waiting for frequents this place, rather I found out earlier that he's a "special patron" of this building. He frequently visits the girls in the place and on special occasions he "makes it rain" or whatever the term of the club people use when someone throws out money to the sky.

I grab my chest, feeling so utterly disgusted with the person that's going to arrive soon. This shameful pig of a man wallowing in the hard earned taxes of the working class only to "make it rain" and to fulfill his gluttony and lust. I don't even have to think twice of pulling the trigger when he arrives. But unfortunately the circumstance would not allow that, orders are to "persuade him" to clean up his act or we will "clean him up" if he fails to do so. Sure, every politician is like that ; powerful, corrupt, evil. But this certain politician is building up his own private army, and intelligence gathered by my colleagues suggests he's planning something to enable his power to extend and take control of this small area. Army equals violence and violence equals death. So I'm here to ensure that the violence won't take place. I'm not here because people will die per se, I'm here simply because, that certain politician has not been "authorized" to start a campaign in this area.

I gripped my phone in my pocket then brought it out, sure it was pouring outside but I don't care, it's a special phone anyway so I don't really have to think much about it. I checked my messages to see if there was any status update about my mission, and oddly enough, there was not any changes to the plan. I sighed and straightened my self up. I put the phone inside my trousers which was a hassle because I'm in a trench coat. Right in the middle of putting away my phone, a black, shiny and expensive looking SUV arrived in front of the building across the street. I saw a glimpse of the feet of some persons disembarking the said vehicle. The vehicle after unloading the passengers quickly drove off. Maybe quickly was an understatement, the vehicle drove so fast that normal people can't identify the type of the car and less it's plate number. Unfortunately for them, I'm not a "normal" person. I clearly saw the car's plate number even if it drove like the wind. I drew out my phone again, checked my data table for this assignment and crossed check the plate number with the intelligence provided for me.

"It's showtime"

I drew my towel from my briefcase full of items to be used in this mission. I wiped my face and hair with it and prepared my face before entering the building. I took off my trench coat to reveal my jet black suit matched with a black tie and white long sleeves underneath. I dropped the trench coat in a marked tree for later use and walked across the street. As soon as I was near the double doors, a pair of overly muscular guys intimidatingly talked to me.

"Hey pal, tonight's no good. We don't cater small fries like you, maybe the bar across town would suit your wallet for tonight" Said one of the bouncers guarding the door.

What the hell? I'm wearing a freaking expensive looking suit, and they still treat me like I'm a poor bastard. No matter, this only proves that some very rich and powerful people are enjoying the party inside, but not for too long...

"Well, maybe this would let me in" I took out from my pocket two bundles of cash and given it to the duo.

"Right this way sir" A sudden change of tone from the guy talking earlier, It was pretty expected, if you were given a bundle of cash amounting to half a hundred thousand. They hurriedly opened the door to let me in. As soon as I was in, I glanced a look at my surroundings, ignoring all the naked girls dancing on poles, the drunk laughter of old men with girls on their laps, and the seemingly distracting lights, I saw at the second floor, right behind the main stage, a door being guarded by two guys in suits, I assume they are the bodyguards of the politician and I noticed they are watching the dancing girls from their vantage point which was right above the stage.

I went to the comfort room first, took out three of my many knives, brandished it against the light, the reflection of my hair was clear as day against my blade. I took the blades and put them round my belt, closed the case and moved up the stairs toward the room. Almost nearing the two guards, I looked around to check if anybody was around to see what I was about to do. Everyone was having fun, too busy drowning themselves in pleasure to pay attention to what's happening around them. And because the second floor is for exclusive people, no one standing around anyway. I continued walking towards the two guards, they saw me and they are now preparing to challenge me as I cross the area they are currently guarding, I payed them no heed.

The first guard stopped me using his hands, that's his first and final mistake of the night. I dropped my briefcase and drew two knives, one in each hand, quickly stabbing both of them right in the heart, then covering their mouths to stop them from making any noise. This all happened in two seconds, they barely had anytime to react. That was expected from untrained personnel, sloppy work indeed. Using the late guards' suits I wiped my hands off covered with their saliva and blood. I tried to open the door, without any surprise, it was locked.

If you asked people with the question : "What if you had a key to any door, what door would you open?". They would probably answer with a bank vault, treasure chests and more things related to keeping money. Well, I am a person currently wielding that key, and I'm going to use it to "persuade" a certain politician to think twice before making and rash moves. I inserted my master key into the door knob, and after a few seconds, I rotated the knob to open the door. As the door creaked, the faces of the people in the room was very much surprised to find out that the door was opening without even the politician "finishing".

"Hi"

There was another guard in the room, but I already expected this, he threw a right jab to my face, but unfortunately for him, I caught his fist mid air with my left arm, then used my right arm to slash his neck right open. The guard quickly fell face first into the carpeted floor. The prostitute was shocked out of her mind even to the point of forgetting how to scream. I took out my "special" handgun almost 7 inches long and shot the prostitute right in the head, permanently silencing her. Then I trained my gun on the politician himself.

"Now that everybody is out for the night, I have something to talk to you about" I calmly said with a pleasant smile on my face.

"What do you want from me!?" The politician is at his wit's end because of what the situation is around him, dead people everywhere. And the smile from my face certainly added more to the element of fear.

"I don't want you to do anything. Frankly, I don't even want to see you alive, but my superiors' orders are absolute. What they want you to do is to dissolve that little army of yours, before you piss them off any more. And if you don't comply with us well..." I said in a condescending manner.

"Well!?" The politician is already panicking, I can make him piss his pants or even shit himself if I deemed so. But that was for later.

"You know your lovely wife? It would be a shame if something bad would happen to her, like a "unforeseen traffic accident" or to your kids currently studying in the capital, it would be a damn good shame if they were held up at gunpoint and was shot during the robbery."

"Or... I would like to test out this new virus on you and your whole clan. It's an airborne one, and there is no cure for it, after you inhale it, your lungs will dry up, Oh yeah, and before that, your epidermis would be lopping of your skin before you die of lung failure"

That was the total package, the politician stood there speechless, and I smelled a scent all to familiar to me, the scent of feces and urine. The politician shit and pissed himself out of fear. He was already deathly pale from the threats I fed him. But it's not over until I give my final message.

I shot him three times in his left shoulder, all three rounds passed through exactly the same hole the first entered. Nobody was going to hear it anyway because the gun I was using was also "special" so its deadly silent, literally. And due to my marksmanship all three rounds are not able to cause any fatal harm to him. Maybe only psychologically, I guess.

"The people upstairs send their regards" This was the final line I said before grabbing my briefcase and casually walking out the door, stepping on the corpses of everyone I killed tonight. I went back to the tree where I left my trench coat and put it on again. It was still raining, I sighed deeply. I took out my phone, dialed up a seemingly random line of numbers and symbols. After three seconds, it rang.

"It's me"
"Agent 55"
"Yeah, gave that poor bastard the total package"
"I left quite a mess in that run down building, Issue the gag order now"
"Agent 55, Out."