My pistol is clenched firmly within my hands, around the corner lay a group of vicious killers. Each one of them wants my brains splattered all over the wall. I check my magazine and it has half a clip left. Time is running out I need to get to that office. I fire once into the fire extinguisher and it dispatches a few of them but most still remain. So I need to kill them and I need to do it now.
Around the corner I go and dead they now are, I get inside the office and find what I'm looking for and get out now. I steal that bastard's car, the very bastard that killed my family and the same one that tried to kill me. It is very expensive and also paid for by the bloodshed this man finances.
It is very conspicuous, a Lamborghini always is, after returning to headquarters the truth may finally be revealed. The files are retrieved of the disc and what it reveals is precisely what I suspected. Either one of two things are going to happen this bastard goes to jail or he dies by my hands. The former looked highly unlikely.
His whereabouts were soon discovered, he is hold up in a fortress of a building. Many guards and many guns but they must go down. I strap up with all the weapons that I need. I jump into an armoured car and head off.
I will succeed or die trying. This is the final battle, the Ragnarok if you will. After this I do this no more. I'm almost there and it's time for war. I jump out of the car and it rolls to the gate which is fortified. Then I push the detonator and the gate goes down as well as the guards behind it. I lob a couple grenades in to create a distraction and provide some cover. I shoulder my AK47 and head in.
The night sky is illuminated with gunfire guard after guard goes down, It seems there just there to create a distraction and not take me out. It seems that bastard stabbed his own men in the back, but they are no saints in any case. Floor after floor they go down, they seem to be little more than men with guns and very little idea of how to use them. It goes on and on. Then I get to the roof and there they bastard is and he is . . . my handler. Of all the suspects, this symbol of evil was right under my nose all this time.
I squeeze the trigger one last time and he goes down. The murders can end now, I have done my job and now I can finally be at peace after all these years of hunting down that ruthless bastard. The office gave me that car I took earlier as a retirement gift, and a personal heartfelt thank you from the prime minister. I go home and settle in and plan my vacation. Except when I get to my door it is ajar and I know for damn sure that I had it closed.
I pull out my pistol and quietly head in, I check each room and there is an assassin in my bedroom and he is waiting for me I throw a lamp shade in the room he empties his whole clip into it. While he reloads I strike and tie him up, because I need answers. I ask the usual questions and he gives few answers. I tell him that I'm a spy no more and that I am now retired. I eliminate him and call the office to inform them of the events.
After that mess is cleaned up I head of to Barbados and enjoy the sunshine. I know though there may be countless whom want me dead, when they come I'll be ready and waiting.
St. Michael, Barbados is my current location. The sunshine pierces the blue sky and life seems good. I'm sitting at the bar and enjoying the view. Beautiful women in next to nothing, few things in a man's life can get any better. I'm casually dressed as opposed to the armour and pistols. I soon spot an attractive woman who seems more so than the others. She had red hair and was about 6' with caramel skin. She had on a white bikini, which shimmered in the sunshine.