I love traveling. The thought of all the things I’ll never have to see again has always been a comfort for me even if it is a lie, revisits are after all inevitable. I got to spend about a day on the road. For some reason there wasn’t a person on my list in the same state I was in. It’s not unprecedented but it is odd.
After a quick nap the hunt was on. My target had been marked for death for over
a year. She was apparently very good at not being seen. Her assigned hunter had
various observations from his many reported failures. I started with the
locations from those reports and fanned out. I had no luck. I was about to call
it a day when a lead came in.
It was a street address and a time. So I went and waited and sure enough there
she was but she wasn’t what I was expecting. She was well dressed. She smiled
and waved as she passed. After a few seconds I took up a spot behind someone
and followed her.
From there she went to a bar, worked for a few hours, then walked back to a bus
stop, and took the bus to what is apparently her apartment. She had her last
name on a plate beside her door. Through the window hanging out on the roof of
another building I could see that she spent the night watching television
before going to bed. Something was terribly wrong. This was not the life of a
runner who had managed to evade a hunter for an extended amount of time.
Making as little noise as possible I broke into her house. Up close I could see
she had a nice fully furnished place. And her TV… it was huge. I snuck into her
room to find her sleeping peacefully in a rather large bed. The comfort this
person was able to hide away in was absolutely sickening. This would have been
a most satisfying kill but once again it was not something I was allowed to
From there I must assume that I killed her. My knife was still in her. It seems
I had forced it in between two of her ribs and stabbed her in the heart
repeatedly. More than that though, I had been violent about it. It looked like
I broke a lot of her ribs. I was kind of angry after that and flipped the mattress
she was on. I was hoping when I became a proxy again killing would stop being a
joyless burden but I guess I’m still being punished.
When I finally calmed down I took another look around and figured I should
ransack the place. She can’t use any of this crap now. So I took her
radio/clock, jewelry, and was even fortunate enough to find a shoe box with a
few hundred dollars in it. Oh and I took her TV. I don’t know that I’ll ever
use it but there was no way I was leaving it.
Now, the final step of this process is the evaluation. I’m supposed to put my
thoughts in on whether or not the failed hunter deserves punishment for their
failure and under sketchy conditions I’m supposed to investigate further into
why the mark survived as long as they did. I usually just fill ‘Hunter was
clearly incompetent’ in that field but that is a gross understatement in this
I’m going to have to investigate this further. Tomorrow I’m going to go talk to
the assigned hunter.
If I don’t like his explanation I may very well run him through.