The Lone Mission

It was his first mission on arc corp, and he was alone. There would be no one for backup, no wingman to watch his back either. He turned his face and caught his reflection in the mirror, the scars were gone, the temporary reconstruction providing the cover he needed for the “job” he intended to complete.
His will was written, the “next of kin” chosen should he not make it back, but he would, I’m not ready to cash it in yet he thought to himself. Never ready.
A light rain started , he could feel on the right side of his face, and it feel good and cool, and he stepped out to cross the street, scanning the signs and shop windows.

” I know it’s not your job. But “someone has to do it ” applies here cain,”he drawled, “I have no one else that has the experience to pull this off. And you know him, he brought you to us.”
“I’m not an assassin. You need someone who enjoys it a little more. I’m here to track pirates, not kill politicians, he replied curtly.
“There is a link there, and this scumbag is no politician,” came the heated answer,” He is a twisted and perverted being, not human, just a being. He has been linked to the pirate org and leaks intel from his paying customers to them through his own organization. He is dealing a lot of death, and someone needs to call.
We need to eliminate him in order to weaken his structure, and though he has subordinates that will fill his spot, the internal struggle might splinter his group. Some of his operatives would flee without his protection, and we can squeeze them for information on both his own syndicate and this pirate group.
And you signed up with Oddysee cains, you’re no rookie. Do the job ….that’s what you’re paid for”

It was here, he was sure of it, his informant knew better than to cross him, Z would lose a secure, steady income (and probably a thumb), if he made that mistake. The rain increased, and the streets narrowed so the already busy thoroughfare became crowded with hurrying people trying to get indoors. Why would a so-called “leader of men” frequent such a seedy district? This was an older area, the market hawkers screaming out their wares even in this monsoon, the hookers hugging the doorways and calling as he passed.
There it was. A small decrepit shop with used clothing draped over ragged mannequins in the storefront window.
Sidestepping another prostitute, he stepped into the alcove and the shop door slid open automatically..
So confident in his own invincibility, there was only one guard at the entrance to his targets’ lair, doubling as a shopkeeper, armed of course, he could see the bulge of the gun beneath the jacket. Shaking the rain from his long coat, he muttered something to the keeper, who instinctively leaned forward.
With economy of movement , cainsrebel grabbed the forearm of the lackey, pulling him forward, and buried the knife to the hilt in the mans neck, holding the gurgling corpse over the counter before gently and soundlessly lowering it to the floor.
He wiped the blood from his hands on a nearby shirt hanging on a rack, drew his pistol, and started down the hallway to the back room. Z had been true to his word, no sensors,one guard in the shop and another nodding off by the door. The silenced weapon eliminated the last guard, and he stepped past the still seated body to the office door, pulled away the reconstructed mask.
He twisted the knob and opened the door wide.
His quarry was there, and he looked up,”Who you are you do not knock….”