Trembling Hunter by Nicholas Seagle (free novel 24 TXT) 📕

Lorence opened and shut the door to his motel room. "What a dump." He had thought to himself like it or not his job forced him to stay in low rate cockroach infested trash heaps like this. You see Lorence was an assassin and the last thing he needed was fat pigs knocking down his door and taking him away. Lorence reached in to his dark leasther blazer and pulled out a file with a portly looking man with a combed over moustache covering his upper lip. The name by the picture read Jose Guitemala a Spanish drug dealer living large in Bogota Colombia. The door behind Lorence opened and a somewhat tall blonde white women only clothed in a bed sheet covered her breasts (obviously from the night before.) "Lorence" her voice spoke softer then the clouds above "I thought you weren't leaving this early. But while your out could you get some more champaigne?" Lorence sighed and then turned around fixing his maroon tie so it was hanging straight down and now lopsided he then smiled "Sure Holly i'll be back by sundown." She walked up to Lorence and storked his five-o-clock shadow and spoke in a suductive voice in Lorences ear. "That's when i'm going to need you here anyway." She pulled away and locked lips with Lorence in a somewhat very long kiss. "I'll see you tonight. Promise." Holly went back inside and Lorence finally drove off in a rustic red Pontiac that looked like it was a ignition short of breaking down. 

Lorence glanced at his watch with wide eyes "12 AM where is he?" The "he" Lorence was refering to was a gun merchant that would drive anywhere to bring you weapons if you paid him that is. Somewhere between 12:30 or 1:00 a yellow windowless van pulled into the dark alley. A scruffy old man with a rugged beard and buzz cut roled down the window. "Hollen!" Lorence hollered in a low tone "Where have you been?!" Lorence anxiously asked. Hollen finnaly spoke with a strong Latin accent and in broken english "Sorry Man I got caught up at bar. Im pretty shit-faced. The usual right?" When Hollen spoke a strong stench of alcohol followed his breath. "Yea the silence 45." Lorence inpatiently said tapping his foot on the dirty unpaved ground. Hollen reached under the dashboard of the drivers seat and pulled out a 45. millameter pistol with 6 tall marks on the side of the gun. "There ya go boss man, this ones on the house. I need to get back to the bar i've got some hot ladies at the bar waiting for a little bit of Hollen to be in them. If you catch my drift." He backed out and drove away laughing Lorence watched until the van dissapeared into the moon. "Damn Alcoholic." Lorence jumped into his pontiac and drove off on his way to his targets Villa.

He reached Villa and drove up to the gate where the booth was manned by only one older looking card. The name stitched into his Jungle Grass green uniform read 'Michael'. Good he was white and lucky for Lorence he was a spitting image of the guard. Michael spoke very slowly and woozy "Papers?" Lorence reached under his seat and pulled out a blank white sheet of paper simultaniously gripping his weapon of choice putting it up behind the papers to where the bullet would hit his skull without a miss killing him on contact. Lorence pulled the trigger and a silenced poof sound came from the gun Lorence reached into the booth and pulled the dead guard in the car and undressed him Lorence putting his clothes on the corpse and putting on Michael's uniform stepped out of the car putting his 45. in his pocket. 

Lorence, at this point broke into the garage and planted one of the C4 deviced on the piller holding the garage up. Lorence concealed the device by pushing the shelf full of tools infront of it making it invisible to the naked eye. Lorence opened the door in the garage leading straight to the main foyer he quickly peeked his head out the door and opened after the coast was clear. He ran into the hallway and placed two of the C4's on the hallway pillars. "One more and this fat piggy is gonna fry." He turned around and what he saw made the color in Lorences face drained. The entire armed forces for the villa and its bulbous fat boss was standing there looking at him. "Well. Well. Well. Lorence Polf, how nice of you to join us tonight wont you stay a little longer? We were looking for entre for tonights dinner." Lorence kept a cool head and backed up very very slowly. "I see..." Lorence said very calm and shifty "Well" Jose continued "your just intime for the main course." Florence made a gesture with his hand and Holly apeared from the stairs bound and gagged. "Holly!" Lorence screamed. "Mr Polf. We can arrange a deal here." Jose said "hand me the detonator and I give you your women. And if you refuese..." He put a gun to Holly's head "she dies." Slowly put surely Lorence pulled the detonator from his pocket and put it in Jose's fat sausage link fingers. After he handed the rich piggy his offer he pushed the Holly into Lorences arms where Lorence proceded to ungag and untie her. Lorence whispered in Holly's ear "Run." Lorence kicked the detonator out of the fatmans fingers falling when it landed it the Villa was going to explode. They pushed the guard blocking the way to the front door out of the way and ran for it. The guards were very unexperienced when they shot they missed everytime. Lorence kicked the door open and dove to the ground within a few secods debris and ashes scraped and flew past there face. The one time things could have gone bad had to be now... While Lorence and Holly walked to the car Holly spoke up. "So now what?" Lorence opened up the door to the car undressed the guard and redressed into his suit pulling out two plane tickets saying in bold letters ONE WAY PLANE TICKET - BEIJING CHINA. Hope youre in the mood for chinease food. Lorence said jockingly and winking at Holly as if nothing had happened Holly smiled back and got into the car driving away into the moon. 

Ever sense that one job Holly got mixed in with 3 years ago she has never left Lorence's side and this bothered him for three reasons. A. She could not shoot a gun for the life of her. B. She didn't have the best stamina and athleticism. And C. He loved her, he loved her and he didn't want her to get hurt or worse. 

Holly stepped out of yet another shitty motel room invested with bugs, blood stains or (Holly's favorite) Mice. This was no way a human should have been living escpecially with the pay Lorence was making Holly wasn't making any money exactly you see, she sort of had an unpaid internship sort of thing going on and thats why the agency was examining her and her abilties so far the possibility of her joining right now was the same odds of getting hit by a meteor, a coconut, a bus, and a stretch limo all in the same day, which were very slim. "Honey?" Holly's voice wrang from down the hallway, Lorence responded "Yea Holly i'm just going to the casino to spy on the target, just for some extra information." Lorence opened the squicky rusty motel room door and closed it softly. looked at the file was practically useless. There was no picture, no name, no location (except for him being in Japan). All the information that was given was he was an Asian casino owner, nothing else. This guy could've been in diapers for all Lorence knew. "Honey." Holly said sweet and gently as was the tone she always spoke in "What is it?" said Lorence in a rough short tempered tone "I'm just going to go over to the bar to get a martini or two."

Publication Date: 05-10-2013

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