11+-+Broken+Bad


 * 1) I had always thought the people who were paid to watch me were stupid, but this was beyond belief.
 * 2) I know that what I do is wrong and these people are doing their job. It's hard to believe however that even though I am completely secretive with my jobs and clients, they are still on to me. I do what I do to make a living, just like they are. Unfortunately most people do not see it like that. No one fully realizes the intelligence and risk involved in what I do. Society tries to portray me as a bad guy. I may not be good but I am certaintly not a bad guy. A crimainal is such an overused and unfitting word for indivuals like me. I prefer to refer to myself as a businessman.
 * 3) Just a week ago, I had a job in Aluquerque that required me to meet with a man who was known for his temper. El Diablo, they called him. A dirty cop from San Juan. He had made his living trafficking coke up from the border into Texas, then over to New Mexico. There was a meeting scheduled at the train station just outside of town, where we would meet, exchange, and everything would be fine. I just didn't know that I would've had to put a bullet in him just after shaking his hand.
 * 4) Some days I wish I could have a normal life but then I rememberhow much I truly enjoy my job. It has its consequences. Like not being able to stay in one place for long and form a real identity, befriend some neighbors, or even have much of a life outside of my job. The longest time I've spent in one place was about a week. The upside to the constant moving is being able to see different parts of the world and their culture.
 * 5) My most memerable mission was the one I had 4 years ago, going to St. Petersburg, Russia. I was sent out there to deal with the violent Russian mob. They did things that were unspeakable. I went into a warehouse of theirs wearing a wire. One of the men saw and pointed it out to his leader. He pulled a gun on me but before he could twitch his finger I had placed lead in his skull. The whole warehouse opened fire. I ducked under a table and let them try to figure out who to shoot. They ended up just shooting all of each other. Russians. I got up and ran to the laptop sitting on the table. From that single hunk of metal, I was able to stop the 2012 Christmass Bombing of New york. There were other things on that laptop that were extremely important, but I can't tell you about those.
 * 6) Now I'm back at my home town with my parents watching me for I had left when I was 15 years old. Such a time 13 years old, it was five days before school starts and I got ganged up on. I fought back as these ten juvie kids punch and kick at my body. I got three punches in before one kid stab me in the gut. I clasp in the ground holding the wound. I was there for hours before soemone found me seconds from death. I had fallen asleep on the ride to the hospital and woke up in a room of white walls surrounding me. I get up with pain shooting from my adoman. I place my hadn on my adoman and feel a bump. I lift the sheet cvering my body and see a scar and it all came back me getting stab. That day I swore I get my revenge on those juvie kids one day. I snuck out of the hospital after stealing a doctor's uniform and grab a bus leaving the town.