Fan Fiction ❯ Traitor to Unatco ❯ The Job Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

While walking back down the old wooden steps one of them cracked and broke, but I easily caught my balance before I fell. I saw the man who came in. I could tell he was an older man because most of his hair had fallen out, and from looking at him I could tell he worked for the NSF. I never could remember what it stood for, but they were a group that was fighting against the government because they believed the government had made the plague. He was dressed like one of the people who lived in the sewers, but I could tell he was from the NSF because the pistol he was holding had a blue fist on it, the symbol for the NSF. There was some dried blood on his forehead.

He looked at me and asked, "Are you the guy that I'm supposed to meet?"

"Probably, I haven't seen anyone else around here," I answered.

He laid a machine down on the table in front of me that gave messages to people. I forgot what they were called. I've always been bad with names.

"What's your name?" the man asked me.

"I don't have a name but if you have to call me something, call me No Name."

"Right," he answered, surprised that I didn't have a name. "Well, if you accept the job I will be your partner; name's Jet Jankowski." He put a sealed envelope on the table then turned to leave. When he was at the door he turned, "And kid, don't kick any more doors open," he said while rubbing his head. He left.

I turned the recording on and an image of a man appeared. He had a dark coat on and his eyes were blue and silver. That told me he was augmented. "Paul Denton," I said.

"That's right," he answered. I guess it wasn't just a message. If he was talking to me it must be important.

"Paul Denton himself, traitor to Unatco and all of America, what an honor to meet you sir. Must be important if you're talking to me."

He looked surprised. "I didn't hear any sarcasm in that," he said.

"There wasn't any."

He laughed. "I can say the same thing to you."

"Not yet, I'm just a traitor to Unatco. I didn't join any "terrorist" group, at least not yet."

"Well this could be your chance."

"Could be, what do you have for me."

"In that envelope is 2,000 credits, a passport with the name Sultan Bey, and a drivers license. We want you to hire a pilot and fly to Hong Kong. Your job will be to work with a scientist, Jack Smith, at a lab just outside of Hong Kong. The lab makes the only known vaccine for the Gray Death, called Ambrosia. They then sell it to Unatco. The government is supposed to cure everyone with the vaccine but it only cures the people with money while the poor people continue to die from it. What we want you to do is steal a canister of it and give it to your partner Jet Jankowski. I believe you two have already met. He will then take it to the NSF so that they can make their own supply. In the envelope are papers that will get you into the lab. The job pays 10,000 credits plus whatever is left from the 2,000 you have now. Any questions?"

"Steal a canister?"

"Yes, unless you can think of a better word."

"How about borrowing with no intention to return."

"That works too."

"Security?"

"We don't know much about the inside of the building, but there will be a few armed guards of course, cameras, and trip wires."

"Well it wouldn't be much fun without those would it?"

"Besides that, we don't know how the inside looks or where they keep the Ambrosia.

Do you accept the mission?"

Jet came running into the bar and shut and locked the door behind him. He had his gun drawn. "It's Unatco and they know we are here," he said.

I looked back at Paul and said, "What other choice do I have?" then turned the machine off.