“That can wait. I have another assignment for you but I must ask you this!” the voice lost some of its unemotional quality, “What were you thinking, killing every single person in that pub and screw it up even more buy blowing the place up?”
“Look! I couldn’t leave any…”
“Evidence?” the voice completed his sentence, “By killing everyone there and blowing the place up, you left a bigger evidence and trail to us. We are not without enemies you know!”
It was quite amazing how the prime minister was able to talk about these worrying facts in such a mechanical and formal way.
“Look if anyone finds out about me or you, I will kill them. It’s not like anyone’s listening to us at the moment.”
It was funny how wrong he turned out to be.
Four thousand miles away from the penthouse was a woman, listening to every bit of conversation Archilles had for twenty minutes. The woman was quite glamorous. She had long curly blonde hair; she had eye lashes that were pointing elegantly towards the sky; her nose was dead centre and her body was slim. She is known as a receptionist in a hospital, aged thirty two, but what people don’t know is that the hospital is only a mere cover. There are ten thousand people, including herself, constantly looking for signs of threats to the USA and dispose of them. She works in the communication department, where people eavesdrop on other people’s business. Unlike other communication workers, she had a licence to kill those who are dangerous to USA and Archilles was one of them.
Back in the penthouse, Archilles was getting ready for another job. He was equipped with a Kevlar jacket, a suit with stun grenades in various pockets, two throwing knives in his sleeves and a desert eagle-a pistol. Right now, Archilles was armed and even more dangerous than he was before he was armed. He walked along a corridor and came to a halt at the front door. The door was made of mahogany, which was beautifully carved with angels and devils around the rim of the door. He turned the door knob by one hundred and sixty degrees, opened the door by sixty degrees. Without warning he fell on his back ninety degrees due to a tranquilliser stuck on his neck. Unconsciousness was immediate.
Memories were flooding back as he regained consciousness. He couldn’t remember a thing apart from the tranquilliser shot by the owner of the pretty blue eyes. He surveyed the room for it was always helpful to know where you are. There was a table-in the middle of a steel room-with fruits and water on it. There was a steel door, with no door knob of any kind, on one of the walls. There was a large flat TV screen on another wall but no remote. He looked below and realised that he was lying on a very comfortable bed. That just about summed up the whole room. As he tried to figure out his next move, the TV screen sprang into life. There was a woman with long curly hair smiling at him. She then said, “I am Jane Dorothy! You don’t need to introduce yourself by the way because I know everything about you. It was quite clumsy of you to kill people with knives that are handcrafted just for you. It was just a matter of searching for bits and pieces of knives in the pub, trace the person who made the knives for you and ask who you are and where you live.”
“What the hell do you want?” demanded Archilles
“I do not want anything from you. I am only here to kill you and even that wasn’t my idea,” she seemed to have rehearsed this several time for it sounded formal, fluent and free of any grammatical mistake whatsoever.
“I am a reasonable woman. I don’t think killing people is a good thing. Therefore I shall give you half an hour to escape from this prison. I am monitoring your every move and I prepared few things that should be quite thrilling. There ill be few weapons on your way that should assist your escape. However good you may be, you will find escape impossible. Best of luck to you.”
The steel door slided up, indicating that he should move. He got out of the steel reinforced room and spotted a long corridor before him. He jogged along the corridor, looking for signs of danger. He saw a light flicker, and heard slashing sound that was coming towards him. As he had some expertise on Japanese weapons, he thought it was safe to bet his sexual organ that it was a throwing star. Archilles ducked and ran. Now he was able to smell some gas, fire. This time he jumped and landed on the wall of the corridor on his right. Next second, he repeated the process of jumping, except to the wall on the other side. He ‘ran’ along the wall, away from the floor where flame was being fired at. He did this until he reached the flamethrower, protruding from the ceiling. He kicked off from the wall on his left, kicked off the wall on his right, twisted his upper body to face the flame thrower and hurled his right foot at the flame vomiting machine. As his foot connected with the fire breathing monster, the metal creased and crumpled, was disabled. He landed on one of his foot and started sprinting. He spotted the throwing star that was thrown at him. He picked it up and pocketed it. As he got out of the corridor, he saw a camera on his right. Then he realised that it wasn’t time to run away. It was payback time.
At the top of this mansion, Jane Dorothy-the head of the communication department and an expert killer-was enjoying the tormenting of the so called ‘the bet killer in the world’. It was things like this that humoured her. If there weren’t any entertainment like this, she might have killed herself, for there was nothing more exciting than the pursuit of men, trying to save themselves from death closing in on them. She monitored Archilles every move. He was quite athletic and good looking but she wasn’t paid to have a date with him. Suddenly he seemed to have stopped dead at the end of the corridor. She wondered, ‘Why would he just stop?’
Crash! The door of Jane’s room smashed, or maybe disintegrated, into pieces. Then there he was, standing in the doorway. Small portion of her brain that wasn’t panicking was struck with horrible truth. He didn’t really stop dead at the end of the corridor. All he did was rig the camera, to buy some time and pursuit her.
“Why did you imprison me here at tried to kill me!” Archilles demanded “You have thirty seconds to tell me everything you know about why I was held captive!”
She sang like a bird. She told him that she and her fellow spies were monitoring him for a year. She told him that those two businessmen were just a bait, to lure him out in the open so that he and his place would be exposed to her. She was to kill him so that other spies would have a clear shot at murdering the prime minister of England.
He had heard enough. He knocked Jane out and stripped her of guns, grenades,, and Kevlar jacket but not her clothes. He also took a key from her pocket that should start the helicopter at the top of this mansion-he knew there was a helicopter because one of the monitors showed a helicopter on the roof. He climbed three steps in one stride. He activated the helicopter and flew out of the unknown place to prime minister’s house.
The prime minister returned from a long day of doing…things to make the country a better place. He tried to contact Archilles for five hours but he didn’t pick up the phone. ‘Archilles must be having a shower for five hours straight. He probably couldn’t be bothered to pick up the phone,’ the prime minister thought to himself. The prime minister got himself a bottle of wine, poured it into a glass and drank from it. The alcohol seemed to take all his troubles away because he felt that he wasn’t worrying about anything and he was also drowsy. He thought something was suspicious because he never got this drowsy from drinking a sip of wine before. Five minutes later, he decided he would just go to sleep and he saw five men coming into his house just before he dropped off.
The five hit men were sent to destroy the prime minister and his house so that another person, who was approved by USA, would become the new prime minister. Their job was relatively simple. All they had to do was paralyse the prime minister and cut up the gas valve carefully so that his death would be thought as an accident. They went to find a gas valve and instead they found another hit man called Archilles.
Archilles always got into a fight. His first fight was when he was in year two. A chubby boy fell on him because he tripped over something. The fat boy lost quite a bit of weight after the fight because his whole front teeth were knocked out-upper and lower teeth. Therefore he couldn’t eat as much as he used to and he slimmed down. In year four, he has beaten up three year six students because they tried to take money off him. The year six students ended up paying him for bothering him. The latest fight he got in was with a stranger called Bill. He was accused of lying to Archilles about how his name was short for William. Archilles thought it would have been short for Billiam since Will was short for William. They both argued for an hour about it and fought for two minutes and Bill, a.k.a. Billiam, stayed in the hospital for a month.
Considering Archilles’ past history, it was very unwise for the hit men to fight him. However they never knew who Archilles was and they decided to kill him. Two of them charged at Archilles, attempting to knock him down but Archilles jumped, rolled three hundred and sixty degrees in the air, and kicked the back of the hit men’s head. They were knocked out. The remaining three, who were now nervous, pulled out their weapons-the one in the middle took out a numb chuck from his inside pocket, the one on Archilles left pulled out two daggers from the sleeves, and the last one pulled out a huge sword from his back. The one with the numb chuck tried to confuse Archilles by swing it in every direction but he grabbed the numb chuck, pulled it and punched him in the face-he was also knocked out. The remaining two men also charged with their weapons. The man with a huge sword swung it downwards to cleave him in half but he span very quickly and kicked the flat side of the sword. The sword flew in the air and landed just below the crotch of one of the hit men that were knocked out. If the sword was a millimetre closer to the hit man’s crotch, he would have had to join the Jesuits. The man with daggers threw one of the dagger, which Archilles blocked with a throwing star that he got from the mansion that he was held captive. He attempted to throw another dagger but a throwing star sliced his hand off clean. He seized his chance and cracked his neck. Archilles realised that the last hit man who had the sword was not killed nor knocked out. Then he heard a ticking noise. He searched the room for the source of the sound and he found a bomb which was to explode in a minute. He took thirty golden seconds to think of what to do. He would never get the prime minister and himself out in a minute and he couldn’t leave the prime minister to die here. Technically he could but… Anyway he decided it was best to waste no more time and disable the bomb. He had thirty seconds left because thirty seconds have been wasted on thinking. He opened up the bomb to find millions of different coloured wires in the bomb. He never learned to disable a bomb before, on the contrary he learned to fix bombs so that he could reuse bombs that he used before. He had five seconds left, four, three, two… The time was up and the bomb exploded.
Archilles woke up five minutes later. He also found the prime minister stirring in the living room. For the readers’ benefit, the story of how they came to live would be explained. Archilles is a very gifted killer but he couldn’t use any technology. He couldn’t send an e-mail to his clients. Therefore he wasn’t expected to disable any bomb. What he did to save his and the prime minister’s skin was throwing the bomb as hard as he was able to, out of the window. The neighbour’s house was destroyed and the shockwave from the bomb stunned Archilles but that was enough to save their skins. It also turned out that the president of the USA was hiding in the neighbour’s destroyed house and watched Archilles and the prime minister panicking. It was just the president’s luck that Archilles decide to throw a bomb there.
Archilles and the prime minister decided that it would be dangerous for anyone to work as a killer. Therefore Archilles was now fired rehired as the commander of the UK army. He still had licence to kill because he was in the army but he was only to kill people in war so that was good. He now only had to work for an hour, unless there is a war, so he had more time to watch TV in his penthouse. Archilles learned that life is a very valuable thing now that he was living a proper life. Therefore he told the soldiers in the army never to kill any civilians, even in war. If they were to break that rule, they were to be punished by death.