Fairly high level of violence
THE ABDUCTION
It all began on a warm summer night, Jackson and his sisters, Jessica and Zoe, were walking down a deserted street on their way home from the movies.
“Thank you sooo much for taking us out tonight bro! That movie was awesome!”
“and you doubted me when I said we should see Serenity, shame on you”
“OK, I admit we were wrong, they guy who played the Captain is so hot!”
“Fillion? Yeah I’d almost turn gay for him if it weren’t for Jewel Sta....” Jackson was cut off mid sentence by a black van screeching around the corner and skidding to a halt across the footpath in front of them.
“Hey!, what the fuck is wrong with you?” he yelled as the side door slid open and ten men wearing balaclavas piled out.
The front runner charged at Jackson, lunging at him with a large knife.
“Oh fuck! Jess, Zoe run!” he shouted as he sidestepped the thrust and elbowed his attacker in the back of his head.
Jessica and Zoe hesitated before turning to run but were too late, their brief hesitation had given the other men enough time to circle behind them and cut off their escape.
“Jackson help!” Zoe screamed.
Jackson turned as he wrestled the knife out of the first mans hands and broke his neck to see his sisters on the ground as the offending men struggled to restrain them and pull bags over their heads.
“Leave my sisters alone!” he yelled running towards them.
One of the men closest to Jackson turned and swung a length of chain, catching him in the chest, throwing him to the ground, then raised the chain to strike again.
Before he could Jackson rolled forward, stabbing the man in the chest, as he stood up he saw his sisters being bundled into the van.
“No!” he screamed and threw the knife at the open door, catching one of the remaining men in the back of the neck. Then he blacked out.
THE TRAINING
Jackson woke to find himself in a strange room with a throbbing pain in the back of his head.
He slowly sat up and groggily looked around to see a strange man sitting in the corner.
“How did I?”
“I witnessed the abduction, when you were knocked out I brought you here, you have natural talents as a killer Mr...?”
“Hunter, Jackson... Who are you?”
“I’m no one, I don’t exist”
“What? You a druggo or something?” Jackson said as he cautiously got off the bed.
“No, I have no ‘legal’ identity. I’m an assassin, Martin Bloomsbury, I want to help you find your sisters, but first I think we should eat”
Jackson was lead into the adjacent room where a simple meal was laid out on the table.
“Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve entertained, hazard of the trade”
“So your an assassin? Like 47 and such?” Jackson asked slowly, wincing as each step sent a jolt of pain through his head.
“47? Well no, I’m retiring, I need someone to handle my contracts whilst I tie up all loose ends, stop my competitors from catching up with me and well, killing me”
“Another hazard of the job? Wait, I get it, you offer to help me find my sisters BUT I have to do your job, is that it?”
“Well, yeah... You doing the contracts for me would give me the time to track them down, and you seem to have all the necessary skills so training would be short, just a few lessons in stealth and escape, maybe teach you some basic Russian”
“I can already speak Russian, and Spanish. Fine, but you better give me something solid on my sisters, and quick” Jackson replied after eating a few spoonfuls of porridge.
“And I’ll even teach you how to cook, no offence but this is terrible”
“I thought it was quiet good but ok deal”
Over the next three weeks Martin taught Jackson in the ways of sneaking in and out of high security facilities and the effective use of various firearms while helping him refine his combat skills.
“I think you’re ready to do your first job” Martin said applauding as Jackson emerged from the training facility, that was an abandoned factory modified to Martins requirements, without triggering a single one of the devious traps.
“And it is?”
“A simple one, a Triad middle man in Hong Kong, here’s the file”
“Triad? Simple right, I’ll go pack, oh just so I know, are pistols carry on?”
“Not anymore, best you leave them here, I’ll organise a pickup for you on the other side, while you’re gone I’ll begin the search for your sisters”
“Thank you, see you in a week or two” and with that Jackson left to begin his new career.
THE LEAD
Two Years had passed since Jackson’s sisters were abducted, during which very little information on their whereabouts and who had taken them , most of which turned out being a dead end, until one day in early October, Jackson had just got back from a contract on an Italian Don, when he entered the kitchen Martin slammed a file on the table.
“I’ve got it!, the location where your sisters are being held!”
“What?! Where? who?”
“It’s an underground organisation that deals in fetish sex slavery, relatively new so that’s why there’s so little information on it, but it’s big, your sisters are in the Indonesian headquarters”
“What are we waiting for lets go”
“Not that easy, they monitor the boarders very closely in case any family members come looking for girls they’ve kidnapped, they’ll have checked your sisters facebook pages and therefore have a photo of you”
“Ok, so how do we get there?”
“I have a way in mind...”
INDONESIA
“This. Is your way of entry?” Jackson shouted over the roaring wind.
“Never skydived in the dark before?” Martin shouted back.
“Dark? No, skydived? No, I may suffer a little vertigo didn’t I say?”
“Once or twice as we were getting prepped and as we were getting on the plane”
“Yes well I...”
“As the plane took off, as it reached altitude”
“Ok so I said it o...”
“As the pilot said we were near the jump zone, when the doors opened”
“OK I GET IT I SAID IT A FEW TIMES”
Yep, and here we go” Martin said with a wide grin before pushing Jackson out of the plane.
They glided into the yard of the complex, just over the wall, without being detected and stowed the parachutes into a convenient nook before looking at the facilities blueprints.
“Ok, I’ll secure the perimeter, you take that door and follow the passage to the security room, deactivate the systems and find where your sisters are we’ll meet at the cellblocks” Martin whispered, showing his proposed pathway.
“Sounds good, see you then” Jackson said quickly before slipping off.
He made it to the security room without having to confront and guards and garrotted the man watching the monitors, pulling the body out of the chair he sat down and turned to the computer, within moments he’d hacked into the mainframe and deactivated the cameras and motion sensors but was unable to shutdown the manual alarm sirens.
During his search for his sisters he came across a folder labelled ‘Hunter Girls’, he opened it and found heaps of video files.
“What the fuck?!” he said to himself as he opened one, on the monitor in front of him was footage of his sisters, in what seemed to be an oversized nursery, Zoe was in very thick diapers in an oversized baby bouncer looking very distressed, and Jessica was tied facedown to a bench being whipped by a woman in black latex, the ends of dildos could be seen coming out of her anus and vagina and she’s screaming very loudly.
Jackson fast forwarded to the end of the film, the entire duration Jessica was being whipped, to where Zoe was taken out of the bouncer and her full diaper removed to reveal she too had dildos penetrating her.
Jackson opened another video, this one showed his sisters tied naked to a seesaw with an evil twist, another video saw them being forced to spank each other, and another where they had to service a room full of strange men.
Disgusted Jackson deleted all the video files, and was about to resume his search when an alert popped up in the bottom corner reading ‘live feed’.
He clicked on it and a window opened up showing his sisters diapered and strapped to what looked like a metal bed frame.
Checking the timestamp Jackson saw it was in real time, his sisters were being tortured as he sat there!
Quickly he pulled up a schematic and found the room they were in, took a quick note of how to get there from the security room and then made his way there.
After a few wrong turns and killing several guards Jackson found the room and kicked in the door.
His sisters were indeed tied to a metal bed frame which was connected to an electricity source which was being controlled by the lady in latex, but since he’d seen the live feed about 20 large men had entered the room, some of whom were jacking off onto his sisters faces and chests.
“Get away from them assholes!” he shouted pulling his gun, but before he could get off a shot it was knocked from his hand by one of the men.
Jackson turned and punched him in the throat, pulled a knife and turned to face the mass of people advancing on him, he ducked a wide punch, grabbing the wrist that flew past his head and stabbing its owner in the gut, rolling over the falling body he rapidly dispatched of three more men, as he ran to his sisters one of the larger men jumped on his back, bringing him to the ground.
Using the attackers weight for momentum, Jackson managed to roll over on top of him and expose his neck to his blade.
It took ten minutes but Jackson finally managed to kill all the men in the room, as he ran to his sisters he noticed that the electricity was on full the entire time.
He yanked out the cables to stop the current but was too late. His sisters were dead.
As he sat there sobbing over their bodies he heard Martin on the com.
“Jackson? I’m at the cellblock where are you?”
“I found them, my sisters are dead...” Jackson stopped as he spied movement in the corner, it was the woman who had tortured his sisters, she was reaching for a button on the wall.
“...GET OUT NOW!” he yelled to Martin and threw his knife.
It found its mark but too late, the alarm was activated, the halls filled with the mournful shriek of the siren followed soon by the shouts of guards in the hall.
Jackson retrieved his gun and ran out into the hallway, almost crashing into Martin.
“This way!” Martin shouted as the ran down the passageways, a large group of guards in hot pursuit.
Jackson turned and shot one of them, causing a few of the others to fall over the body.
After a few twists and turns they burst out a door into the open air, the jammed the door and ran for the gates.
As they reached the gates the guards broke through the door and started shooting, Martin managed to get the gate open and pushed Jackson through.
“Go! Run!” He yelled, then fell, six large holes oozing blood in his back.
After stowing away on a boat Jackson managed to get back to his safe house in Australia which now felt cold and unwelcoming due to the absence of his only friend and mentor.
Not wasting time he started to pack all his things, as he was about to leave he noticed a message on the computer, it was another contract.
Opening it he discovered it was a contract on all the members of the same organisation that had taken the lives of his only family, he downloaded the intel file, sent a message accepting the contract then left for his first target in Tokyo.
TOKYO
Jackson stood in the elevator of the Ritz-Carlton hotel as it took him to his desired floor.
Minimal security, don’t suppose the other targets will be this easy, he thought to himself as the elevator reached its destination, before he stepped out he double checked that his jamming device was working, once satisfied that he wasn’t being filmed on camera he stepped out and made his way to Aaron Striders room.
He opened the door with his stolen master card and carefully entered the suite making his way to the closed bedroom door
“Housekeeping” he called out as he opened the door, pistol drawn.
“What? I specifically said no disturbances during my entire stay” Grumbled the man on the bed as he slowly sat up.
“My apologies” said Jackson and shot him in the head.
Jackson then made his way back to the ground floor, leaving everything as it was before his arrival, slipping the master card into the pocket of the maid he’d stolen it from on his way out.
Once back in his own hotel suite he did a quick security check then he read the file on the next part of his contract, the next four were in America.
“This job, is doing wonders for my frequent flyers” he said to himself as he left for the airport.
AMERICA
Within an hour of landing and clearing security, an amazing feet given the armoury he was carrying, Jackson was strolling the halls of the high school where he was to find his second target.
As he passed the staff room he saw his target getting coffee, but he continued on and entered the empty headmasters office and waited.
A few minutes later Geoffrey Thomas, the target, entered and sat at his desk, as he looked up Jackson fired, another clean shot to the head.
Jackson turned to leave but heard footsteps and quickly hid behind the door.
It opened and a security guard entered.
“Mr. Thomas? Oh my god!” the guard said and rushed to the body, while his back was turned Jackson slipped out the door and headed to the location of his next target.
As Jackson walked around the abandoned house he began to feel uneasy, it seemed strange that after two years of nothing a contract suddenly turned up with ALL the information he’d need to completely destroy this organisation, complete with the emergency protocols of each faction, the file had said that Mark Temby may have fled by now and would be joining up with his next targets in Arizona, but how? And why did this particular contract get sent to him? And why did the information stop at Arizona although it mentioned many more targets?
Then it hit him. Martin. He must have set this up, collected all the information over the years,, compiled it and sent it to him while they were on the job in Indonesia, but had died before he could get all the required intel.
He cut of his train of thought as he saw someone approaching the front door and slipped out the back, whatever martins reasons for deception he still had a job to do.
Ten hours into his journey Jackson was regretting his decision to drive to Arizona, he knew it was going to be a long journey, he could see that on the map, he was driving the full width of the country, but for some reason he thought he’d like it better than flying.
By the time he entered Indiana He called quits and went to the airport to fly the rest of the way.
Having arrived in Arizona Jackson was once again in a car, driving to his targets residence.
On his way he stopped at a newsagency to get a few magazines for future flights, as he looked out the car window he saw two of his targets crossing the parking lot to a pickup truck.
“Now THAT. Is convenient” he said pausing, he really had to stop talking to himself, and went off to do his business.
Once done he continued to the target house only to find it empty, checking a plate of food on the
table he found it to be still hot, his target had only left recently.
Jackson went to explore the rest of the house, finding what appeared to be a teenage girls room.
“The file said nothing about the Parkers having a daughter” he mumbled searching the room
“What have we here? More diapers and sex toy things?” he continued mumbling to himself as he looked through the dressers.
He needed more information to help answer his questions, and he knew where he could find it.
At first the computer seemed to be that of your average middle aged couple, a few hobby websites, documents from work, budgeting, with the exception of an unnamed file hidden in the documents folder, when he clicked on it various different alerts popped up and a very complex password was required for it to be opened.
“Now why would one little file need such high security I wonder?”
It took several hours and all of his computer skill, but Jackson managed to hack into the file, he instantly knew he’d hit gold.
The file was false, just a guise for an entrance into the organisations network, inside Jackson found everything, the names of the people keeping the organisation running, all the files and documentation on the various girls, and some boys, who had gone through their ‘training’ programs, even the names of key clients.
“Now show me where to go next”
After a bit more searching he found his way to the organisations facility locations, the Indonesian file had been erased leaving only a caption reading ‘Shutdown for Security Reasons’ but he couldn’t find any clues as to where his remaining targets might be.
After a further hour of futile searching Jackson had a idea, he dick a quick search for the last edited file from this terminal, only one document turned up labelled ‘Product K’ which read:
PRODUCT ‘K’
Kate Strider
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 120lb
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brunette, Long
Breasts: D cup
Program D,
To be trained as diapered brothel worker for client Kobyachi, Tokyo.
MUST be trained and delivered by May 25th 2008
Payment: $950,000
Currently at stage 3 of training
Handlers Aaron Strider and Geoffrey Thomas, committed to program D September 30th 2007, Thomas initiated training in High School scenario, Temby took over training, moved to Parkers midway house Arizona after handlers were killed.
URGENT BULLETIN:
Posted 2 days ago:
In light of the deaths of key organisation members Strider & Thomas, ALL personnel are to report to Main HQ until situation is contained.
Posted 5 hours ago:
P. Parker, Temby and J. Parker are dead, moving Product K to main HQ France, reason to believe assassin is linked to the attack on HQ Indonesia.
“Looks like I’m off to France” Jackson said when he finished reading the file, he printed off several documents he deemed to be of use then smashed the computer.
FRANCE
Jackson landed in Le Bourget airport mid afternoon the next day, on his way out he stopped to buy a map and tourists guide, every little bit helps, he reasoned, he’d narrowed his destination down to France, an improvement on it being ANYWHERE, but still not specific enough to be useful.
Jackson sat down to study the map over lunch.
A big operation like this would most likely be somewhere rural, avoid the crowds of cities and large towns, he circled and crossed out Paris and all other large built up areas.
What kind of building would it be, Factory? Warehouse? Farmland...
Jackson trailed off as he looked at the cover of his travel guide ...Or a Castle, he circled the castles on the map. Now cross off the ruins, the government owned, that leaves seven.
After flicking through the guide he found only one that had come under new ownership in the last ten years. Pouligny Notre-Dame. Bingo.
It was dark, Jackson had circled the Castle for hours and gone over the buildings blue print, which he may or may not have stolen from the nearest library, and was reasonably happy with his chosen method of attack, but couldn’t be sure how much of the interior had changed since it was originally constructed which seemed to the time from whence these plans came.
He made his way through the castles grounds, opting not to dispatch of the patrolling guards lest that raise the alarm earlier than he was ready for, instead he timed each of his moves, slowly yet discretely making his way to the rear entrance that should take him down to the basement.
Once finally there he was fortunate enough that they hadn’t upgraded the doorway, it was still the original heavy door on the castle plans. He picked the lock with little trouble and made his way down the steep staircase immediately behind the door which brought him into the dungeon.
Each of the dungeon doors was closed and had muffled sounds coming from them.
Jackson went to the first door on his left and chanced a look through the observation window, inside was a young girl, chained to the wall naked with the only two items in the cell nearby, they appeared to be two dog bowls, one filled with water the other with some sort of gruel.
The next cell he looked into showed a man bent over a bench being flogged with a cat o’ nine tails by a dominatrix.
All of the other cells showed similar stories. Men and women in various degrading situations; being tortured by a variety of imaginative, yet horrific device; dominated by uniformed guards or just chained in the cold bare cells with nothing other than the most basic necessities of water and a form of food.
Jackson closed the heavy door behind him, the disturbing images of what he’d seen still dancing in his mind, hiding himself in a dark corner he quickly checked the schematics on his phone to get his bearings before heading to the end of the corridor, he figured he should hack into the security room before work his way through the dormitories, get a proper understanding of the layout and eliminate as many people as possible before the inevitable gun fight.
He slowly opened the door and dispatched of the two technicians within before attending to the computers, he downloaded a fully updated layout and linked his phone into the surveillance systems should he need to know the goings on in the facility.
After jamming the door he made his way back down the corridor to the staircase leading to the dormitory wings.
With brutal efficiency he worked his way through the veritable catacombs of dormitories.
Jackson slowly closed the door to one of the last rooms, as he turned around he saw a woman hitting the alarm.
He eliminated the unwelcome guest and ducked into the room he’d just come from, as the loud wailing of the alarm filled the building.
He waited for about five minutes to pass, enough so most people would be in the central hall as per security protocol, before moving on, he encountered several small groups of people as he prowled the hallways looking for the best way to get at those in the central area.
He did another round of the ground floor, headed up to the second floor, he concluded that the only way he could get in without being killed instantly was via the small air vents in the halls upper walls, they were too high to climb down from and the rooms occupants would surely flee the building and he’d fail to end the organisation, but he did have an effective method in mind.
“Ah, here’s where you’re hiding” Jackson said as he found the room he was looking for, while searching through the schematics earlier he’d come across a room marked as “Knock-Out Storage” on opening the door he found it was indeed the storage room for knock-out gas as he’d suspected, one of the organisations methods to control their ‘products’, high enough dose should kill most, then a phone call to the local authorities mixed with the employment files from the computer should handle the rest.
Jackson rigged the rooms entire contents into a system that could safely deliver the gas into the hall and let fly, moving to another vent to see its effects, after a short lived scrum of panic the people began to fall, Jackson went to leave his observation post when he noticed a lone figure slipping out a side door.
“They never play fair” he commented to himself as he went off to swat the fly in his otherwise immaculately executed plan.
To save time he went to a window at the front of the complex and slid down a rather convenient drain pipe and headed towards the exit nearest to where he’d last seen his escaping prey, nothing, so he headed to the main entrance.
As he neared the main doors he heard the sounds of struggling coming from the other side,
He kicked the doors open, took a brief second to identify an armed blood soaked man dragging a terrified girl behind him, and shot the man square in the head as he looked up, this was followed by a chorus of screams by the girl who looked at Jackson and screamed so loud it made him wince. Then she fainted.
Jackson recognised the girl as being one of the products so took her with him as he left.
He took her to the nearest high class hotel he could find, It’d be best if she woke in pleasant surroundings given her recent ordeal.
He had a brief chat with the receptionist and booked a room for the girl, also placing an order for some clothing so she’d have something decent to wear when she came to, carried her to the room then left to get his effects from the motel he’d been staying at and have a much needed sleep.
When he woke up he had a quick shower, changed his clothes and checked out of the motel before going to see how his ‘damsel’ was doing.
He found her on the balcony admiring the view, Jackson slipped up next to her and waited for her to notice him.
Her gaze slowly drifted over the lake before finally falling on him
The girl screamed and jumped away, before picking up a chair and started jabbing at him while shouting “Back, back!” similar to the way a lion tamer would.
Jackson watched her with a slight smile on his lips and a very amused sparkle in his eyes before proceeding to calm her down and explain himself
“Relax; I’m not going to harm you, if I were I would’ve done it as soon as I entered the suite” he started in a tone not unlike the one a parent would use to calm down a child who’d woken from a nightmare.
The girl took a moment to absorb this and then slowly put the chair down and sat on it.
“Who are you? What do you want with me?... Oh god, are you the man whose been killed all of those people?!” she asked, starting to get panicked again.
“Calm, I am Jackson Hunter, yes I did kill those people, I am an assassin, it’s my job, I saw you and realized you weren’t a member of the organisation, but their prisoner so I saved you and brought you here” Jackson replied in a very calm voice.
“But why did you kill them? Or save me? And where are you from?” The girl asked cautiously.
“I killed them because they’re criminals and I was paid to, and other reasons, you are an innocent woman, they were going to use you as their prize girl in the trade, I assumed you had nowhere to go as you weren’t French. I’m from Australia, if you’re wondering about the accent, I speak several languages and all the accents merge into one after a while” replied Jackson as he sat down opposite the girl.
“But it doesn’t make sense, why did my step father do those things to me? Or the house with Pete and Jen or anything else?”
“Allow me to explain, this may be hard to take in but bear with me, Aaron married your mother for you, he needed a good cover, having a family with a young daughter usually frees you of suspicion from being part of a sex trade, he killed your mother when she found out, made it seem like an accident, he was always going to use you as a product of his trade once you were eighteen, was it not your eighteenth birthday three days before your ordeal began? Treating you like a baby is one of their control methods, and they were training you for use in different fetishes, the Arizona house was a transition location, they take girls there until they believe the couple to be there real family, that way if they escape they go right back there, the castle was their main HQ where they were going to finish your training and rent you out so to speak, as soon as they had no use for you as you were to old, they were going to torture you to death for amusement, my clients paid me to eliminate every single member of the organisation” said Jackson, the girl just sat there in silence taking it in.
Jackson entered the kitchen and prepared himself some food, the girl followed awhile after.
“You said that other things also drove you to kill them, what things?” she asked slowly.
Jackson turned around momentarily taken by the pain associated with his departed sisters, he took a moment to collect himself, sighed and related his tale.
“Two and a half years ago I was going to the movies with my two sisters, on our way home a van pulled up next to us and ten men came out and grabbed my sisters, dragging them into the van, I managed to kill three of them before they knocked me out and drove off, I awoke to find myself in a strange place, a man had witnessed what had happened and seen my talent as a natural killer, and how it didn’t phase me at all that I’d taken the life of three people, he revealed that he was a retiring assassin and needed someone to take his place, he wanted me to do it, I accepted under the condition that he help me find my sisters, he agreed and trained me in the arts I’d require, I did a few low level contracts while he gathered the Intel, at the start of my second year in the trade he found where they were keeping my sisters, we stormed the place, he was killed in the crossfire and I was too late to save my sisters, they’d been electrocuted on a torture device, when I got back to my safe house the contract to take out the organisation was waiting so I took it up, I have only just finished it and collected the payment last night”
“That’s terrible, but what about your parents? How old are you?”
“I was seventeen when my sisters were taken, my parents were dead, we were living with an old lady who I didn’t like very much” replied Jackson.
“Sorry” she said then after a long pause “What happens now?”
“Well, I’m going to resume my life in Australia, leave the assassins business and continue where I left off”
“What about me? What’s going to happen to me?”
“I can take you where ever you want to go and give you money to start a good life, this job paid so well that the only reason I’m going to get a job in Australia is to fill in time”
“I was... I mean can I...? “She stuttered.
“I need a bit more info than that”
“Could I possibly go with you, to Australia, and live with you?” she asked bashfully.
“You haven’t even told me your name and you want to live with me?” Jackson remarked with the look of amusement returning to his face.
“Oh, right, sorry, it’s Kate, I’m Kate”
“Pleasure to meet you Kate, granted I already knew your name, but it’s nice to talk to someone and here information in a way that doesn’t make you feel like a stalker, in answer to your question, as you have nowhere else to go and I enjoy your company, I’d be honoured if you accompanied me to Australia an lived with me.
Kate didn’t say anything just ran and hugged her newfound hero and gave him a big kiss, causing him much surprise.
The pair spent the rest of the day wandering around Paris and caught a First class flight to Australia the next day, flying towards their new life...
