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Chapter Twenty

Vic Orion was a tall dark man with hidden intentions. If he was in a good mood, he surely didn't show it. He sat at the table, ignoring everyone. Vic stared at the glass of ice water in front of him--his usual. Vic only drank water. Flavored drinks and alcohol were shunned by him. He believed in keeping his body in top physical shape. Vic enjoyed ice-cold water. It gave him a clean feeling, refreshing in every way. It was the only thing that made him feel clean. A sharp contrast to his profession.

So many lives taken, so much death caused by the hands of Victor Orion. Each one but a memory, if even that. Vic never dwelled on the past. What was done was done, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Families were shattered, lives were ruined, and Vic did not care.

It had dawned on him when he was twenty-three that he had no cares for anyone else. He had opened up the gut of a target in front of the man's seven-year-old son. Vic had looked down and saw the boy's eyes. Filled with horror and fear, the boy gazed up at Vic through the haze of his tears. Vic took a last look at the boy and without any words, turned his back and continued on his way. Such a harsh reality learned so young in life, those were his only thoughts as he continued to walk away from his fallen opponent's son.

Vic reached under his jacket to his waist and felt the cold metal of his guns. They were of the old age; ballistic weapons, not the energy weapons that were commonplace now these days. If Vic had any friends, these were it. The only things that Vic could depend on, the only things he could trust with his life. Many times Vic had been in trouble and had it not been for his trusty pistols, he would have surely been but a memory by now.

Many of his targets were individuals who could anticipate his movements and wielded energy-bladed swords that could easily deflect an energy weapon's projectile. Vic had witnessed many "co-workers" being cut down by these individuals. Energy weapons were slow, predictable, easily avoided if you were fast enough. Not his guns. The weapons of old fired high velocity metal slugs the size of a child’s finger, and they traveled at blazing speeds, at thousands of feet per second. The trigger was pulled and almost instantly the ammunition would find its target. Not even the fastest being could dodge his bullets. The people with the energy-bladed swords never anticipate such a weapon. They have forgotten the ways of old and adapted to the newer weapons. Vic would use this to his advantage.

When he wanted to, Vic was just as fast as the blade wielders, even more deadly, and well skilled in hand to hand combat. Without their swords, the blade wielders were normally powerless against him.

Vic looked fondly at his guns as he sat in the corner of this particular bar. So many of these new "magicians" had been brought down with these twin instruments of death.

The waitress came back around and filled Vic's glass with more sparkling clear water as he waited for his client to meet with him to talk about a very high cost target. Naturally, the man was intimidated by Vic and had requested they meet in a very public place to discuss details of the current hit. Vic waited patiently. Time was a luxury that he had too much of. He could afford to wait. The amount of money being offered was more than any of his previous hits. Vic didn't even scan the room for his client. He just had a seat in the corner. The man would know where to find him.

Vic was beginning to think the whole thing was a sham until Mr. Drek Lostar walked in and spotted Vic sitting in the corner and then walked over as calmly as he could. The man was easily shaken, and Vic could see his fear.

Mr. Lostar sat down and began to lay out the plans of execution; the hit was Lostar's boss, a man by the name of Pierce. Pierce was a high level executive at his company and things had recently been shaky between Lostar and Pierce. Drek decided it was time for Pierce to be disposed of. With Pierce out of the way, Drek Lostar would move up in the ranks and pull in some serious credits. Of course, Vic would have heard every detail, had he been listening. Lostar happily laid out his plans on deaf ears.

Vic focused on his water... So pure, so clean. Lostar's rapid speech started to dwindle and trail off when he noticed Vic was not paying any attention. "Mr. Orion...did you catch what I said?" Vic slowly looked up from his water and into the eyes of Drek Lostar.

"Not a damn word." A look of shock swept across Lostar's face. In one swift motion, Vic's right hand popped up from under the table with one of his pistols in hand, extended across the table, mere inches away from Lostar's forehead.

Drek started to stammer "B-B-But I Hi--". Vic's finger quickly squeezed his trigger and with a flash and loud snap, Lostar's head parted.

Pierce had known all along that Vic was coming for him and contacted the assassin just minutes before his meeting, and offering him double what Lostar was paying to have the roles reversed. Vic spoke four words "It will be done" and that was the end of the conversation.

Vic did not even stop to observe the mess his pistol had caused. He calmly placed his money on the table to pay for his water and nodded to the waitress. The entire room sat silently in shock as they watched the man in black walk out of the door and into the night.

Creator: Joseph_Orion (Joey)

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