Post by John Reese on Mar 2, 2013 13:34:56 GMT -5
And so I sit here in the dark
You made the rules I played the part
I never rushed or pushed my fate
When time was tight I knew to wait
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As the sun rose over the New York Horizon one thing was for sure, John Reese had seen better days. He knew his job was dangerous. Heck he expected that someday it was going to kill him. He was fully prepared for that. After all his whole life he had been putting his life on the line, why should he stop now just cause the government he had put all of his trust in had betrayed him? There were still people out there that he could help. True he now did things one person at a time instead of the mass lives he saved while with the Company. By taking out one radical extremist he could save hundreds of innocent lives. But any lives saved were a win in his book and he wasn't about to stop. He also no longer did things under the protection of the government. Sure most the things he had done for the CIA or even the Military hadn’t been exactly legal, in many meanings of the word, but because he had done it in the name of American safety it had been over “looked”. The system wasn’t exactly perfect and once or twice he had been caught and sent to prisons around the world. Once in Russia for murdering a high official they saw as a good man. In reality he was probably one of the most dangerous people in the world; out ranking just about any Iraqi terrorist. The Russians were blind though and he had been placed in jail for his crime. Only to be sprung the next week. Out of his various imprisonments, however, that one was probably the most “fun”. At least it didn’t involve torture.
And though he had gone through a heck of a lot worse that he had experience in the last twenty four hours Reese was still feeling the pain. He had been tailing a man by the name Valdimir Chekoski. He had known ties to the mob and though no crimes had been connected to him he was rumored to be a hit man. And a darn good one at that. Reese had stumbled on him in one of his late night “walks” accepting money from an unknown man in a black muscle car. People’s stupidity always seemed to surprise John. Paying for a hit in the middle of a well traveled street where anyone could see you. Chekoski would have been lucky if a cop had seen it instead of Reese. However he wasn’t as lucky and acquired a new Shadow. Reese began following the Russian knowing that sooner or later he was going to have to pull his own Intel on his intended victim. It took only eight hours before Chekoski began to follow a man. Reese later learned that he was a DA prosecuting a known affiliate with the Russian Mob. It was even rumored that the lawyer was getting close to turning the defendant state witness. Reese had no doubt he would be the next target on the list but really didn’t care what happened to scum mobsters. Two hours later Chekoski tried to make his move. Reese however was there to stop him. Things however did not go as he had planned. Though the Russian had planned on killed the DA with a knife, probably to make it look like a mugging gone wrong, he pulled a gun. And a hand to hand combat that Reese could have easily won was turned into a gun fight. One that Reese lost pretty quickly. His wound was not life threatening and though it hurt like all get out it was a threw and threw just past his left collar bone. Having sustained far worse Reese easily patched himself up with super glue and gauze. And before Chekoski knew it he was back on him. This time to take him out. Long story short the police got a call in the early hours of the morning of a man that had been shot, but not killed, by a stranger protecting a lawyer.
Now only two hours after that last show down John Reese stepped into the Coffee shop. He would have liked nothing more than to head off to a nice warm bed somewhere and crash for the next twelve hours. It had been about 42 hours since he had last slept. Not to mention only twelve hours since he had been shot. However he had been hit pretty hard on the head in his most recent fight and, since he had about a billion in his life time, was pretty sure he had a concussion. And just to be safe he knew he couldn’t go to sleep just yet or he might never wake up again. So coffee was a much needed item. Reese took his place in the line that stretched just about out the door. No surprising since it was seven O’clock on a Thursday, everyone was stopping in to get their morning coffee before heading off to work. Reese fit in to the crowd pretty nicely wearing his usual black suit. The one thing that might possible draw attention to him was the large, pretty nasty looking bruise on his forehead. When Reese finally made it to the counter he ordered a black coffee. Paying cash he moved away from the crowd and took a seat in the far corner of the coffee shop. Sitting with his back to the wall he took a sip of his liquid savor and glanced at the people in line, the few people seated throughout the small shop, and the people that walked past the window to his right. He noticed several people with bags under their eyes. Several who checked their silent phones far too much. And even a few people that looked like they had had just about as rough a night as he had. Though he was sure, even though he had yet to look in a mirror, he looked the worst of them all. And chances were he would win any contest for worst 24 hours against any of them.
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And circumstance so well disguised
Within a gathering of lies
And in the dark I lie awake
So I can watch you drive your stake
And circumstance so well disguised
Within a gathering of lies
And in the dark I lie awake
So I can watch you drive your stake
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