Death Master (Complete)

Chapter one

The beginning of a Death Master

I never knew who my mother or father was. I was raised by several men with only one goal. That was to make me a Death Master. I was a fifteen when I earned my Hachidan which was unheard of in aikido… well, they called it black aikido. I was an expert with any weapon you could think of.

I was also ranked as a Godan in Kendo. As for other studies… I could speak nine different languages fluently. I could make any type of explosive and I also knew how to make every type of poison there was.

Between the age of fifteen and twenty, I had over seventy confirmed kills. For every kill I was paid one million US dollars. I got to keep half, the other half went to the men who had trained me and into my retirement fund.

I received a new target in my e-mail and sat back to think. I had a rule I followed, no politicians, no public figures, no famous people. The new target was famous… well, infamous and a public figure.

A new e-mail registered and I opened it to see that it was from the same source. It only had a number which was ten times my normal fee. Money was never a motivator for me but the more I looked at the target the more I leaned towards taking the job. I finally nodded to myself and sent a return e-mail telling them to send the fee.

When there was no return e-mail countering the full payment I knew something was wrong. From the flight out I recognized an attempt from a young woman to find out about people on the plane. There was another guy that was trying to keep an eye on everyone that I knew was the air marshal. In the airport were even more people watching and customs was under closer scrutiny.

I took a taxi to my hotel and used a netbook to check the account while on the way. When I saw the ten million I knew the target was a set up. A contract is a contract though and I began to plan. I made a tiny tank to hold compressed air. It was small enough to fit in one half of a ball point pin. I used an empty ink cartridge to make the barrel. The bullet was a talc fine powder.

Basically it was a contact poison that was absorbed through the skin. It was more than enough to kill a man twice the size as the target. The way it worked was simple. The weapon looked like an ordinary pen. When I pushed the end of the clip it released the compressed air. The compressed air forced the talc like powder out of the pen and onto the target. He would die within an hour of the poison entering the blood stream.

I moved through the crowd in front of the courthouse and picked out eight separate people that I knew were watching. I was watching as the limo pulled up. As the target started making his way through the crowd, I turned as if bumped from behind. His bodyguard bumped me as he passed and my hand swung back almost making contact with my target’s hand. He did not even pause as he continued up the steps as if nothing was wrong.

As I broke out of the crowd, two of the watchers were following. Just by the way they were following me, I knew they were both professional and not law enforcement. I took the subway a couple of blocks later and got off after three stops. I moved with the crowd and as soon as I was on the street I walked into a shop. I came out the back a few seconds later wearing a different coat. A couple of blocks later I unlocked a car I had waiting and drove off.

I pulled into a small hotel six hundred miles later and checked in. I had changed the license plate twice and removed the skin mask I had been wearing. After I checked in, I started up my netbook and went to a news page. My target was reported to have collapsed in court and died after arriving at the hospital.

I used a remote access to check my e-mail and was not surprised when someone started a back trace of my false IP. I shut everything down and sat back thinking. It took a few days to work my way to the Canadian border and slip across. After that it was another two days before I was back home in Europe.


Chapter two

Killing a Terrorist

It was a week later that I answered an e-mail. I smiled at the header and clicked on the link. The new E-mail gave me a new target. I read the information and responded by accepting.

This time I did research. The target was a little known terrorist. I used a round about means to enter Jordan. Even though the government wanted this man, they seemed to ignore the fact that he was there. This time I was not going to use poison or make it look like an accident. The person that was paying the contract wanted revenge, which meant visible and violent.

It did not really take that much to find my target. He was being protected by over two dozen men in an isolated villa. I did some research on the cameras they were using for security. I slipped into a few places late at night to get what I needed. Like most terrorists they do not stay in one place long. After a day spent making suppressors for weapons I had acquired, I was ready.

I slipped the pack on and silently left the stolen car. I turned the wireless jammer on for the cameras and moved to the low wall around the villa. I waited and then brought up the short barreled rifle with the long suppressor. The two guards death were almost quiet, the sound of two shots was like quiet coughs. I went over the wall quickly and moved to check the men.

The next two men were coming around the corner by the garage. I shot both and pulled them behind a bush. I moved to each car and reached around a tire placing a remote charge on the axle. I killed four more men by the side door. I stepped into the kitchen and three men looked up from a small table. The suppressed pistol coughed three times and I moved across the room leaving the three dead men behind me.

Two men were heading towards the kitchen when I stopped in the doorway. I killed both and moved to the far door. I entered the hallway and moved to the first door. I went through silently and killed the four men sleeping. The next three rooms were the same, four sleeping men in each, the last room was at the end of the hall. Unlike the others this one was locked.

It took me ten seconds to pick the lock and then I stepped into the room with a taser ready. The target was sitting up with a pistol in his hand. He jerked and spasmed violently as the wires struck him. I walked to the bed and moved the weapon away as I rolled him onto his stomach and tied his hands, gagged and blindfolded him. I dropped an incendiary device in each room as I led the man out.

As the estate burst into flames behind me, I led the terrorist away. At the car I used a syringe to put him out and dumped him in the trunk. The next part was tricky, I drove through the night until I reached the airport and used stimulants to wake my prisoner. It was not that hard to sneak onto the tarmac.

I tied him to a cargo trailer and pulled off the blind fold before wrapping a piece of det cord around his neck a couple of times. We were in front of the terminal but since it was dark no one could see us. I walked away to the position I had picked out and waited. As the sun came up, they saw him and reacted.
I waited and then turned away as I pressed the button on the car remote I held. I started walking as the small explosion killed the terrorist and started a panic. I found the car I had left in the airport parking area and drove away. It was simple to slip across the border, I used several names and different methods to get back to Europe.

When I got home I sat back and relaxed before checking my mail.


Chapter three

Retribution

It was two weeks later that I received an e-mail. It was not through one of my regular contacts. When I responded, they replied with a name. I spent a couple of hours doing research and sent my price. They responded with, “after.”

I had this happen a few times and sent a reply, “full payment up front.”

The answer was faster, “after.”

I shook my head and sent, “look for someone else.”

I almost logged off before the response came back, “send the account information.”

I looked at the computer and finally sent the bank account. I logged off and used another IP to watch my account. I was surprised when the money was deposited. I logged off and started planning. The target was in Mexico at a resort. My way into the country was through Belize. When I arrived in the city it was a pleasant place with plenty of tourists.

I found my target easily, as well his watchers. I sipped a cold drink and relaxed as I watched. I realized the target knew about the others and seemed to taunt them. It was easy to slip into his room while he was out. I decided to check out the watchers and found out after some research that their bills were paid by the target’s father.

My client wanted it public so I watched his schedule and the one constant was his afternoons by the pool. It took me a few hours to find what I needed. I mixed everything and slipped into his room while he was out at a club that night. This was normal and I knew he would not come back until it was late.

I added my mixture to his sun block and made sure it was mixed in good before leaving. I was relaxing in the shade when he came out in the late morning. I stood, looked at my watch and picked everything up before turning to leave. My target put the lotion all over his body and rubbed it in before swaggering to the pool and diving in.

I glanced back from the gate as he surfaced screaming and thrashing around. His skin was red and as his watchers suddenly became his bodyguards, his flesh began to melt. I continued walking towards the parking lot knowing they might stop the reaction but not the poison.

I opened the trunk of the stolen car and dropped everything in. I glanced back at a young woman walking towards me. I was suddenly alert, the way she held herself told me everything I needed to know. I turned as she approached pulling a small dart from my waistband. When she reached into her bag casually I moved. My hand flicked the dart as I started for her.

Her hand came out of the bag with a small gun and she jerked and released the gun as the dart hit her hand. I took three quick steps and grabbed her by the throat before spinning and shoving her towards the back of the car. I yanked her bag away and shoved her into the trunk before closing it and walking around to the driver’s door.

Whoever she was, she had been very good to spot me without me knowing. I drove away slowly as if nothing was wrong and headed out of the city. Outside the city I pulled down a side road and shut the car off. I got out and moved around to the back. I stood to the side and reached over to unlock the trunk. I waited and finally the woman pushed the trunk lid open.

She looked around and saw me. She bit her lip and then climbed out of the trunk. I nodded to her, “Who paid?”

She looked around and I pulled the small pistol. She looked into my eyes, “your client. He did not want anyone pointing fingers back to him.”

I smiled, “you are very good.”

She blushed and I waved the pistol for her to turn around. When she was facing away I moved closer and checked her for other weapons. I caressed her neck and smiled before pushing her towards the jungle, “What is your name?”

She shrugged, “Does it matter?”

I laughed and stopped her. I pulled her cell from the bag she had been carrying. I checked the number and dropped it back in the bag, “Keep the cell, I will call you once. You come and your dept is paid.”

She turned to look at me in surprise, “You are not going to kill me?”

I smiled and dropped the bag, “I was not paid for you.”

I turned and started back to the car and she cleared her throat, “My name is Cynthia.”

I nodded but did not stop and when I drove away she was standing in the road watching me.


Chapter four

Death of a gun runner

It was three weeks later that I got the e-mail. I looked at the picture and name before starting to check things out. I sat back to think and finally sent my new account number. I checked a few hours later and all the money was deposited. I closed up my small villa and left.

My target was in Alexandria so I entered Egypt by sea. I took my time getting to the city and found the equipment I had sent ahead waiting. I use a small apartment not to far from the ocean as a base and set up the surveillance with secure wireless cameras. My target was a gun runner that had pissed off someone, probable an intelligence division of some country.

The gun runner had friends though so this time is would look like he died of natural causes. I spent almost two weeks watching or following a GPS tracker I managed to slip onto his car. He spent most of his time at the airport, the seaport or a small isolated warehouse just outside of town. He had a large sized townhouse with major security too.

I finally saw my chance and walking into the restaurant. I waited to be seated and moved closer to the kitchen door. When the waiter came out with the tray of drinks I absently turned away but stepped back. He stopped suddenly and shifted the tray before excusing himself. I turned and bowed slightly, “My apologies.”

He smiled and turned to go into the dinner area and my left hand drifted over the tray. He did not see the squirt of clear liquid as it went into the glass of vodka. I waited for another few minutes and was finally taken into the dinning room by a pretty waitress. It was almost ten minutes before Samson had a seizure and his two… associates rushed him out of the restaurant.

I finished my meal and left. The GPS tracker told me Samson was in a local hospital. When I slipped into the hospital the two bodyguards were outside the trauma room door. I was wearing a hospital gown and went into the room next door. I glanced around before looking through the open doorway into the trauma room.

Doctors and nurses were moving around as I stepped to the side of the doorway and pulled the gown off to reveal an interns shirt and pants. I bent and unrolled the pant legs before walking into the room. I headed to the side of Samson’s bed and checked the oxygen tube. A bit of slight of hand hid the tiny needle that I slipped into the tube. A second later a clear mist flooded down the tube.

I left and went to check the four other patients oxygen before going back through the other door. I bent to roll the pant legs up and then pulled the gown back on. I walked out and turned to head into the hospital. I slipped into an unused office and crossed to open the window before climbing out. In the apartment I started cleaning up and packing equipment away.

I checked a remote camera in the trauma two hours later to watch Samson die. It took me two days to retrieve all the cameras and listening devices I had used and by than Samson was in a casket underground. My exit out of Egypt was harder and took another three days. I took a land route that took me through Israel, Lebanon as well as a few other countries that were not known for being peaceful.

When I was back in my villa I checked into inquires into my account, I was not surprised to see one.


Chapter five

Making a Tyrant Disappear

There are many sides to what I do. Seldom does it involve removing the body to make it disappear. The e-mail made me sit back and think, both because of the location of the target and the special request to make sure the body was never found. I finally sent my account number and three hours later the money was in my account. I began to plan my moves before I even left the villa.

When I walked into Somali my skin was darker and my hair was black. The contacts in my eyes made them look brown. It had taken me two weeks to get here. It took me another three weeks to get the target’s routine down. It was a Friday night and everyone was celebrating especially my target. Almost all my movements were at night so they were used to seeing me then.

The large estate was crawling with armed men. The few women were inside the main house. It was an hour before pre dawn when I went over the wall. Almost every man on the estate was asleep. It was easy for me to enter the main house and move into the back. The man I was after was the warlord so I was careful until I saw his guards passed out in the hall.

The woman in bed with my target stirred briefly as I used gas to keep my target asleep. I finally lifted him over my shoulder and slipped out. At the wall I tied him and then used a strong cord to lift him to the top. I lowered him to the ground on the other side and dropped down beside him. I placed him in the hand cart before covering him with manure and straw.

Lifting the handles I started off heading away from the city. It was several hours before I came to the small mud hut. The thatched roof was missing and it was long abandoned. In a corner, covered by a moldy scrap of tarp were two large brown jugs and a red one. I carried the two brown jugs out and around behind the hut where a large metal tub sat. I went back for my target and carried him around to the edge of the tank.

I shoved a thin bladed knife in under his ear and rolled the convulsing body into the tank after slicing his stomach open. A few minutes later I dumped the two jugs of beetles in with the body. I watched as the beetles began eating the warlord and unrolled a screen over the tub. I went around to the front of the hut to the cart. I pulled it around back and broke it apart.

I spent the next three days watching as the body was reduced to just bones. I was careful when I pulled the bones out and put them in a sack. I dumped the red jug into the tank and tossed in a match. It exploded in flame and I grabbed the sack before walking away. A week later I slipped into the abandoned building to find the small furnace.

I hooked up the tank of gas and started it. I pulled the pack off and then removed the sack of bones. I opened the furnace and carefully placed the sack of bones inside. I closed the furnace door and left to check the old car I had hidden. When I left the next day the ashes were in the trunk. I ended up dumping the ashes in a fast moving river.


Chapter six

A Deadly Accident

I looked at the e-mail again, not sure I wanted to take the job. Killing someone was easy but making it look like an accident was not. I finally shrugged, I could use a challenge. I accepted and waited until the money had been deposited before making plans. My target was in Germany in a small alpine town.

I slipped over the Alps and bought a rail pass. In a larger city I picked up the car I had arranged for and drove the rest of the way. I was staying in a small guesthouse and began my surveillance. My target was wealthy and had a lot of patterns but I threw them all away as fast as I thought them up. I had tiny wireless cameras watching everything he did.

Finally I decided where his accident would happen. Every morning he went to the town sportsplatz and worked out with weights. His guards had gotten into a rhythm that was lax. They checked the locker room and showers before leaving him alone. I slipped into the laundry room at the sportsplatz and ducked under the opening into the locker room.

I waited as a few people came and went and then the bodyguards came in. A little later they left and my target came in. After he had undressed and walked into the showers I moved. I slipped through the opening the towels were thrown through and moved to the side of the doorway into the showers. I was carrying several towels and dropped them beside me.

Time seemed to stretch and finally I heard the shower shut off. I waited and then spun and grabbed his face with the towel in my hand. Three steps forced him back and a foot sweep and downward pressure on the face did the rest. The base of his skull and neck crashed into the raised shower sill. There was the sickening crunch and then he was convulsing. A single drop of an untraceable liquid in his open mouth and I stood and moved to the towels I had dropped.

I used them to walk across the floor to the opening into the laundry room. I tossed them in the opening and then silently followed them.