Author's Notes:

Happy 4th of July, may the fireworks lead you into a series of events that enhance your livelyhood.

Ps- I'm uploading the chapter early because I suspect that many of you will be busy celebrating the 4th of July. So you obviously won't have time to read some story written by some guy with a little too much spare time.

The fallen soldier

SPECIAL CHAPTER

Happy 4th of July.
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It was a beautiful day in "La ciudad de los condenados." The sun was shining and the cliff overlooking the ocean offered a beautiful view to those who'd stop and admire it. It also offered a great location for those who'd wish to hide something. . . Like a body, for example.

And as it just so happens, I happen to be in a situation where I have to . . Hide something, a body being a perfect example. I sighed and pulled the handle down, the door swung up and I climbed out.

I stretched and smacked my lips together, "That was a long drive, you any better?"

A woman climbed out of the passenger seat, she sighed and pulled her sunglasses off. "Never better Andy."

I smiled and stuck a thumb towards the back of the car. "I'll get the Thing."

The woman smiled and nodded, "Yeah you do that, I don't like getting blood on my clothes, it doesn't wash easy."

A roll of my eyes later, and I was standing at the back of the car, my hand reached in my pocket and pulled a key out. I slid it into the keyhole and twisted, the trunk popped open revealing a man, and a couple boxes of fireworks. The man was bound and gagged, his face was bloody and bruised, when he noticed me standing before him, he started crying and shaking his head. As if he was telling himself something, probably something along the lines of 'this isn't happening.

I smiled evilly and chuckled, "Hey there Michael, looks like the rides over." I leaned closer and looked him in the eyes. "Your destination? Your untimely demise."

I stepped back and reached inside, attempting to pick the man up, Michael started wiggling and yelling. I sigh and cease my attempts to pick him up, instead I pull my arm back and punch him in the face. The man went limp and no longer resisted, I reached back inside and picked him up.

I took a couple steps back and sat the man down, "I know you're still conscious, and I sure as hell know your legs ain't broken. So stand the hell up and walk!"

The man broke into fits of sniffling as he slowly climbed onto his feet, I gave him a push and said, "Approach the cliff."

The man started taking the smallest steps known to man, I was annoyed, so I gave him another push, he fell on his face. I sighed and grabbed the man by his sides, I helped lift him back onto his feet. I reached for his mouth and pulled the gag out, he instantly started begging for his life.

"Please! Anderson! I don't know why you're doing this, but however much the person is paying you! I'll pay double!" The man looked at me, his eyes were bloodshot from the crying he has been doing.

I walked expressionless while occasionally giving the man a shove towards the cliff.

"Fuck man, I'll pay triple! Anything you want! Name it! I'll make it happen! Just don't do this!" He tried to resist the pushing.

I simply pushed harder, the man started crying when he realized there was no chance of bribing me. And when we finally reached the edge of the cliff, Michael had snot dripping from his nose, he was really balling his eyes out.

Almost makes me feel bad about all this . . . . Not! The fucker deserves all this.

"On your knees, Now!" I commanded.

Michael shook his head and refused to, I was really getting annoyed by his resistance. I reached into my suit and pulled my SAS-21 out, I checked the mag and pulled the slide back, loading a round.

Michael took one look at the gun and started shaking his head. "No! Nononononononono! Please! No!"

I sighed, "Shouldn't of annoyed me." I pointed the firearm at Michael's right foot and pulled the trigger.

There was a resounding BANG, and then the cry of pain from a 40 year old man. He collapsed on his knees, and his crying seemed to ten-fold.

"Good, Now for the weights." I looked back at the car and yelled, "Jessica! Weights!"

Michael's eyes widened, "Jessica!? She's in on this too?"

I turned and looked him in the eyes, "Yeah, real fucked up isn't it? The love of your life, married for 25 years and now she's apart of a group looking to end your life." I smiled and patted his cheek. "Don't worry though amigo! There are plenty of fish in the sea! And since I'm such a good friend! I'm gonna make sure you fall in love again! And I've got the perfect date already set up, it involves a whole lot of swimming though, but it's okay 'cuz you'll never know a broad sweeter than death herself. so I'd say it's worth it."

Jessica knelt beside me and placed the 2 lead weights down, she followed with. "Are both weights for him?"

I looked at Michael and winked, "Yeah, they are, this guy is rather buoyant." You cuffed both weight to his ankles.

Jessica scoffed, "It's probably all the alcohol."

"Probably." I looked back at the car. "Go wait in the car, I'll finish up here and I'll drive you back home."

Jessica nodded and started walking towards the car. When she was reasonably far away, I looked back at Michael.

"Wanna know something funny?" I sat down and crossed my legs.

"My love life?" Sighed Michael.

"Hey! Don't be such a downer! You may be minutes from getting pushed off a cliff, but that's no reason to be so depressed!" I scooted to his side and wrapped my left arm around his shoulders. "The funny thing is, that second lead weight? Was actually meant for your wife Jessica. But during the ride up here, my boss called and decided to have me kill her a different way. And this way happens to include the fireworks I'm transporting for the 4th of July, my boss spent a lot of money on these fireworks and he decided the person to first see them should be you!"

I grinned and poked his chest.

"The boss knows how much you like fireworks, seeing as you guys used to be great friends and all. But to be honest, I'd rather see you in that car, not your wife. We're only killing her so we don't have any loose ends. Quite frankly, I like her, she's a great conversationalist, but orders are orders."

I sighed excessively loud and grunted as I stood back up, I reached back into my suit and pulled the detonator out. "You see Michael, this detonator is linked to a bomb placed on the car, so when I press this button, the car will explode, with your wife in it. You'll lose a wife, but you'll get to see a great firework show." I used my foot to push the lead weights off the cliff, Michael began to slowly slide towards the edge.

I flipped the see-through plastic open and placed my thumb on the red button. "I can't say it's a fair deal, but dieing during a firework show has always been number 9 on my list of 'Last things to see while dieing.' Watching two women have sex is number 8."

I pressed the button, and the air around me quaked as the car erupted into a massive sink of flames and fireworks. Some fireworks went off instantly, some actually flew into the air, exploding into beautiful shapes and pictures.

I turned and looked Michael in the eyes. "Happy Fourth Of July Motherfucker."

I placed my right foot on his chest and shoved him off the cliff. I peered over the edge as he fell and watched him slam off the rocks and bounce off into the water. If he was to somehow survive that, he's gonna drown, lead weights and water don't mix. Especially when tied to someone.

I turned and admired the burning car, such a waste, it really was a nice car. I shrugged my shoulders and reached back into my suit, I pulled a phone out. I pressed a few keys and dialed my boss's phone. It rang for a few seconds.

"Hello? Did you finish the job?" The gruffly voice spoke.

"Yeah, it's done. Jessica is roasting, and Michael is resting at the bottom of the sea." I pulled a flask from my suit.

"Good job Anderson. The money's in your account and I've already got a rookie driving up to get ya." My boss replied.

"New blood wet his pants yet?" I chuckled, while bringing the flask to my lips, quickly taking a sip.

"Haha, not yet, but he will soon." The boss laughed. "Come by tomorrow, I should have something for ya."

"Yup, I'll be there, see you then." I said my good byes and pressed the red button.

A sigh escaped my lips, I took another swig of my flask and burped. I looked at the flask and turned around, taking in the view of the ocean for a bit.

"Happy 4th of July Dad." I gulped more alcohol, while looking at the stars in the sky, "And happy 4th of July Rachel."

"Cheers." I tipped the flask over and poured a small quantity of the alcohol into the ocean.