The Last Request (Part One)

"One of his play things. Now tonight he’s going to be at the Tekolan Hotel."

"Ok."

"I understand you’re a man of your word... I want your word that you’ll do this."

Maybe he’s smarter than he looks, he knew five million was a joke. "You have my word."

"Thank you, thank you." He seemed like he was holding back tears. I left. "Perdóneme Dios, perd..." I heard a shot, didn’t have to look back. That’s why he wanted my word, cause he wasn’t going to be around to see the job go through. That Clay guy must’ve done some horrible thing to make a religious man kill himself and hire me. Perdóneme Dios means God forgive me.

The big guy and me haven’t really gotten along, but a job is a job. I walk to my hotel. Being nomadic has its advantages and disadvantages, course even with all my money I don’t get much of a chance to enjoy it. I walk up to the desk, "Hey Carla...any messages?"

"None. Mr. Jones..." She smiles, Carla has known me for a while, still calls me by whatever my alias is on my registration card.

"So when are you gonna leave that bag of bones Tony for me?"

"You know you could never satisfy me Cade."

"Oh calling me by my name, I see you’re warming up to me."

"I’ll try not to make a habit of it."

I slip her a few credits and walk into the elevator. There’s a man looking at me, then he looks back. He looks skinny, shy, and he’s dressed in a suit. He obviously isn’t trying to kill me, but there’s a guy on the other end of his radio that most likely wants to. I look at him for a while; he starts to sweat. I hear a ‘ding’ and the elevator stops; I press the stop button. I don’t know how many men are on the other end of the elevator, and I don’t need a man stabbing me in the back. I turn over to him; he lets out a yell and pulls a gun. I slap the gun and knee him in the stomach. I grip his skull and hit it against the door...hard. He ain’t dead, but shit...he’s gonna feel like it.

I push the button to the floor below. I don’t know how many guys are there, but they’re all gonna be pretty confused seeing how their last transmission with my friend on the floor was that I was in this elevator. Too bad, that before any of them realize what’s goin' on, it’s gonna be too late. I get off the elevator, and send the elevator back up. If my calculations were correct, I was loading my Uzi while the elevator was moving up. I set it when it stopped, and when the elevator opened showing their friend on the floor; I unloaded twenty rounds from underneath them. Heh.

I walk back into the elevator, go back up. I took out a good eight guys; looked pretty hardcore too. One guy gets up; feels himself and realizes he isn’t dead. He starts laughing with joy, right before he saw me. And my Uzi. I take the elevator back down, I walk up to Carla, and drop down a few grand.

"Damn it Cade, how bad’s the mess?"

"Decent."

"God freaking damn it! Cade, you aren’t paying me enough for this! I could get more by selling your ass to the Red Dragon!"

"You wouldn’t do that, you’d miss me too much."