“Adam!” a voice called. “Adam! You dere, boy?” Adam walked down the stairs to find himself face to face with none other than Krunk. “Where’s Big ‘N’ Salty?” Krunk asked, a look of determination on his face. Adam merely pointed to the room he had just left. Krunk nodded and walked into the room, gun raised. Three seconds later, he walked back out, grinning.
“Already taken care of, huh, boy?” he asked. Adam smiled weakly. “Go get yo things, we needa get tha hell outta here.” Adam and Krunk ran up to his room, grabbed his stuff, and together they exited the mansion. Outside was a full team of militia agents, ready and waiting. “Let’s roll,” Krunk said, placing his hand on Adam’s shoulder.
“Wait,” Adam said. “That guy in there… with Big ‘N’ Salty… That was the guy who took Natasha. And I don’t know where she is…” Adam sat down on the paved driveway. Looking up at Krunk, he asked, “Is it over now? I just… I want to go home. I don’t want to do this anymore. Please… just let me go home.”
“You don’t have a home,” Krunk sighed. “You made an oath. You’re wit tha militia fo life, like it or not. I’m sorry, boy, but you’re comin’ back wit us. There ain’t nothin’ I can do about it.” And with that, Krunk heaved Adam off the ground.
“Krunk, Big ‘N’ Salty was a child pornographer. He has kids in his basement. Before we go… Can we at least help them?”
Krunk shook his head and kept on walking. “We can make a police call later. Right now we gotta go. We completed tha mission, now we leave. Soon, we get paid. That simple.” Adam didn’t bother to mention that Viper had called the hit in the first place.
As soon as they passed through the front gate, Adam, Krunk, and the team saw sirens. Krunk cursed aloud and signaled the team to draw their weapons. Ten police cars pulled up, and the police opened their doors and bent down behind them, guns raised. “Drop your weapons and put your hands where we can see them!” one shouted with a megaphone.
Krunk and the others did no such thing. Krunk pushed Adam behind him and said, “We ain’t goin’ peacefully. Now get yo asses out tha way, or we’ll make you get out tha way. Krunk fired one shot into the air, as a warning.
Then Veronica jumped out of the car. “Stop!” she screamed. “Kyle, come with us! We’ll protect you!”
Adam just stared. “I’m not Kyle Olims. My name is Adam. Please, Veronica, let us pass. We won’t have to hurt you if you don’t give us a reason to.”
It seemed no one had a response to that. After a few moments’ silence, out of nowhere, a helicopter appeared. Vance’s face appeared. “Hop in!” he shouted as a rope ladder was lowered. The team began climbing up the ladder, as the police simply watched. One officer began firing wildly at the helicopter, and the rest followed suit. The helicopter began to take off as Krunk started to climb up the ladder. Only Adam was left on the ground.
The ladder went higher and higher until it was almost out of Adam’s reach. He took one last look at Veronica, at the officers, who had now stopped firing at her command, and at Big ‘N’ Salty’s mansion. And he grabbed the ladder and began his climbing.
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Once inside, he told Krunk and Vance everything. All about Viper, about Big ‘N’ Salty, Winston, Natasha, everything. Vance explained how simple it would be to track Natasha down by way of the detonator, and also said that Veronica could track him down by way of the communicator, and he should dispose of it before they returned to the hideout.
On their way back, true to his word, Vance discovered where Natasha was being held captive, and they freed her. Natasha practically jumped into Adam’s arms, and it remained that way until they returned to the hideout.
Before they got too close to Militia HQ, Adam pulled out his communicator again. “Hello, Veronica?” he said.
“Kyle… er, Adam, you… where…” her voice crackled.
“Look, just… make sure you free the children kept captive. The man in the cage, he’s insane. And, ask around for a little girl named Ashley. And tell her I said hi.” With that, Adam threw the communicator out the window.
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Not long after, Adam found himself in the People’s court again. Natasha and Krunk had both testified for him, and the Commander was ready to give his verdict.
“In light of recent evidence, we are hereby dropping you of all charges,” The Commander said. “You are free to go, on the one condition that you never reveal our existence to a non-militia member.”
“But… where the hell am I supposed to go?” Adam asked.
“Home,” The Commander replied. “Or wherever else you feel like going.”
It was time for Adam to think. He really didn’t have a home anymore. And could he really return to school when he could live the life of an assassin, here at the militia? Could he even live a normal life now? Looking at the faces of Krunk, Natasha, and Vance… could he leave them behind? Could he leave his entire life behind? His normal life? Adam gritted his teeth and made the decision.
“Commander… I think you’ve got me for life,” Adam said, though still not as happy as he hoped he’d be.
“Alright, It’s settled then,” said the Commander, smiling. “You’ve proven your worth. You are now a full member of the militia!”
Krunk just grinned and clapped, remaining seated where he was. Natasha jumped up out of her seat and ran over to Adam, giving him a bear hug.
“If you’ll excuse me,” Adam began, “I’ve got to go to my room. There’s something I need to take care of.” Adam exited the courtroom alone, made his way down the familiar dank hallway and reentered his room. Adam laid down on his bed and had a long wank. It had been a while.
FIN
Questions, comments, criticisms welcome, as I said before.
