Post by James on Oct 14, 2015 12:13:20 GMT
I Look to the left of me before crossing the street, listening to the sound of distant cars in my right ear, knowing I have enough time to cross the street before anything could stop me, I was on a mission, in my own head, I created this world where I would have to get to my destination, but I was the good guy, always rescuing the people in need, thinking good karma would some how return it's self to me when I was older and in need of it, I guess Now would be one of those times I could use a little. I shake my head clear from the overwhelming thoughts, I need to focus because this time I have to get some where quick, I dont know where that is yet because my mind hasn't registered what just took place, my heart is racing, I can feel every beat as my palse raises. I know I dont have much time, I have to think.. What just happened? How did that go wrong?
They call me Bartholomu. Maybe because Im big, 6'4 240lbs, I dont have any family an only a few friends who I dont see very often, I come from a bad line of drugs and abuse, homeless most of my life, I currently have a Medium sized bachelor apartment. I've been doing hired hits for the CIA for 5 years now. Based in the united states, but was originally born in Canada. I'm from Irish decent, from what I've been told, so I just go with it and play the full blooded Irish card knowing I'm part Italian, on my mothers side.
This was suppost to be easy, I've dont this countless times, I have all the technology in the world and one of the most powerful agencies in the world behind me, if I were to get caught though I would be alone. That's their catch. The give me the orders I comply, I get paid. Ive never refused a job, and that's probably half the reason I have the nick name Bartholomu, I'm reckless, but this, this was never supposed to happen, its one of my rules, no kids. Never, even armed. I couldn't do it, and I just shot my partner dead in cold blood. He's been working with the agency for 35 years, and took me on 3 years ago, prior to him, I was working under another man who told me some things I had a hard time dealing with, about these aliens, and all those conspiracy's being true, and how the government is lying to its people and poisoning them and using mass population control technologies. He was shot and killed, made to look like a mugging, now that I think of it, it seems more clear who and why they would take him out, he was always the big mouth type.. I k LW that they won't let anyone cross them, and my partner, was one of them.
The last thing I remember was hiding from the helicopter on my tail, I know there where some people around trying to help me, but I've seen to come to a blank spot in my memory.
They call me Bartholomu. Maybe because Im big, 6'4 240lbs, I dont have any family an only a few friends who I dont see very often, I come from a bad line of drugs and abuse, homeless most of my life, I currently have a Medium sized bachelor apartment. I've been doing hired hits for the CIA for 5 years now. Based in the united states, but was originally born in Canada. I'm from Irish decent, from what I've been told, so I just go with it and play the full blooded Irish card knowing I'm part Italian, on my mothers side.
This was suppost to be easy, I've dont this countless times, I have all the technology in the world and one of the most powerful agencies in the world behind me, if I were to get caught though I would be alone. That's their catch. The give me the orders I comply, I get paid. Ive never refused a job, and that's probably half the reason I have the nick name Bartholomu, I'm reckless, but this, this was never supposed to happen, its one of my rules, no kids. Never, even armed. I couldn't do it, and I just shot my partner dead in cold blood. He's been working with the agency for 35 years, and took me on 3 years ago, prior to him, I was working under another man who told me some things I had a hard time dealing with, about these aliens, and all those conspiracy's being true, and how the government is lying to its people and poisoning them and using mass population control technologies. He was shot and killed, made to look like a mugging, now that I think of it, it seems more clear who and why they would take him out, he was always the big mouth type.. I k LW that they won't let anyone cross them, and my partner, was one of them.
The last thing I remember was hiding from the helicopter on my tail, I know there where some people around trying to help me, but I've seen to come to a blank spot in my memory.