167 Why I Became A Contractor: Part 5 (2/2)
”We have to kill someone?” I asked Echo.
”Yes. This is a little bit of favor that you have to do if you want to get easy money,” Echo said as he walked out of my room.
I followed him from behind. I didn't care about any consequences anymore. If this would take me closer to death, I would do it without asking any question. Besides, at this point, nobody would care about what happened to me including my relatives.
There was a car in front of my house. It was a Chevrolet Suburban. It was similar to the feds that I saw on TV lately. He told me to sit down on the back of the car. He went to the front passenger seat and drove the car.
”Where are we going?” I asked Echo.
”A place where you can finish the mission and I get eighty percent of your payment,” Echo said.
”Eighty percent? So the reward is actually 10 grand?” I asked him.
”Yup, yup,” Echo said.
It only took them sixty minutes of driving and they arrived at the so-called safe house that had a closer resemblance to a regular house in the middle of nowhere. That house was located on the very edge of the city. It was located on a hill on the northside of the old city.
”Is this the place?” I looked at the house. It was a large house with a very large yard. The grass was freshly cut and the occupants were inside of that house.
”Yup, this is the place.” Echo attached a suppressor on his assault rifle and he grabbed something from his holster. It was a gun. It was a gun, but it was bigger than a pistol and shorter than a rifle.
”You better use this MP7. I don't want you to die on your first day of this job.” Echo got out of the car and I followed him from behind.
Without any question, Echo fired a grenade round at the gate of that house and I followed him from behind. I screamed once I heard the sound of an explosion.
”Relax, it's me,” Echo said.
”It's not helping,” I hid behind Echo's body.
He walked on the yard as he put down any target that aimed his or her rifle at him. His M4 took care of some of them nicely.
”Why don't you put the gun to good use?” Echo asked.
”How am I suppose to use this gun?” I asked.
”Pull the trigger after you aim your gun!” Echo shot at the CIA PMOO that was shooting at him with their weaponry. I pulled the trigger on that gun and nothing happened. Not even a bullet got out of the barrel of that PDW.
”It's not working.” I pulled the trigger many times, but nothing happened.
”Look at the lever with bullet symbol. Is it still pointing on white?” Echo asked me.
I searched for a lever that pointed at white thingy. There was this small lever that pointed at a white box that could be switched to red or white. I switched the lever two times and pulled the trigger.
It produced quite a loud sound and the gun smacked my face since I didn't hold it tight enough. The gun flew to my face and fell to the ground. Echo slapped himself in the face as he saw me who was struggling to shoot one gun.
”Hold it firmly!” Echo shouted as he kicked the door of the house.
”Yes,” I said.
I followed Echo to the house. Inside that house, the gunfight became more intense. There was always someone surprised us by shooting from a corner or shooting from a door. In short, they used their advantage well.
”Yo, you check this corner, I'll check the others,” Echo said.
I complied and I walked in the opposite direction from Echo. I trembled as I held a gun in my hands. I was scared that anyone would suddenly shoot me in the head. Not that the thought of dying was scary, but I just didn't want to feel the pain of dying.
Suddenly, a door opened and I shot the gun at the door that was barely opening. A sound of a body dropping into the ground could be heard and I looked at the person whom I shot.
”Mommy...” It was a kid that was way younger than me. He could be around six years old. Blood was coming out from the holes that I made with my gun.
I felt nauseous. I dropped my gun on the floor as I saw that boy who was dying on the floor. I tried to help him, but the blood was rushing too fast from his wounds.
”WATCH OUT!!!”