Chapter 6: The First Mission - Mr. Holden's Downfall
William Jones, now feared as The Head Hunter, accepted his first high-profile contract. The client was a grieving business owner, a man hollowed by the brutal murder of his daughter. The killer? Mr. Holden—a corrupt politician with deep ties to criminal organizations. Using his wealth and influence, Holden had swept the crime under the rug, walking free while the girl's memory was reduced to whispers of injustice.
For William, this mission wasn’t just about money—it was personal. Holden represented everything he loathed: unchecked power, moral rot, and the arrogance of privilege.
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THE CONTRACT
William sat in a dimly lit room, the blue glow of his laptop illuminating his face. On the screen, the business owner pleaded for justice, his voice thick with rage and grief.
“He’s a monster,” the man choked out. “My daughter was everything to me, and he took her... and walked away laughing.”
William leaned back, his expression cold and unyielding. Shadows danced across the room, mirroring the darkness in his eyes.
“Justice is expensive,” William said, his voice low and calculated. “But for men like Holden? I’ll make an exception.”
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PREPARATION PHASE
William's meticulous mind went into overdrive. This wasn’t a mission for brute force; it required precision, planning, and patience.
* Surveillance: He infiltrated Holden’s life, planting trackers, hacking his security systems, and studying his every move.
* Connections: A disgruntled staffer, hungry for revenge, leaked Holden’s private schedule in exchange for a bribe.
* Equipment: William sharpened his knives, inspected his firearms, and prepped disguises. Each tool was selected with deadly purpose.
Internal Monologue:
“Politicians like Holden are society’s true parasites. They preach morality while feeding off the rot they create. He’ll learn the hard way—no amount of power can shield you from my justice.”
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THE MISSION
The Infiltration
Holden’s mansion was a fortress, but tonight, it was hosting a glittering gala. Donning the disguise of a waiter, William slipped through the crowd unnoticed. The room buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses as Holden basked in the adoration of sycophants. William studied him from across the room, his eyes cold and calculating.
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Holden radiated arrogance, his every gesture dripping with entitlement. To the world, he was untouchable. But tonight, he was prey.
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The Encounter
As the gala unfolded, William found his moment. He intercepted Holden as he retreated to his private office, the room heavy with the scent of cigars and whiskey.
Holden’s eyes widened in recognition as William stepped into the shadows. He tried to regain control, his voice laced with false confidence.
“You’re making a mistake,” Holden said, adjusting his tie. “I can give you more money than whoever sent you.”
William stepped closer, his voice sharp and icy. “You think money erases what you’ve done? Justice isn’t bought—it’s taken.”
Holden reached for the panic button beneath his desk, but William anticipated the move. In one swift motion, he slammed Holden’s hand aside and leveled a knife to his throat.
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The Fight
Holden’s guards burst into the room, but they were no match for William’s brutal efficiency. Using his self-taught Muay Thai, he dismantled them one by one. Knives flashed, bones snapped, and the room descended into chaos.
Holden, desperate and cornered, lunged at William with a letter opener. It was a pathetic attempt, easily countered. William disarmed him, pinning him to the floor.
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The Execution
William forced Holden into a chair, a recording device capturing every word. “Confess,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for defiance.
Holden trembled, sweat pouring down his face as he confessed to the murder and a laundry list of other crimes.
When the confession was complete, Holden begged, his voice cracking. “Please... I’ll do anything. Just let me go.”
William’s voice was devoid of pity. “Mercy is for the innocent. You? You’ll die like the scum you are.”
With precision, he delivered the killing blow, leaving Holden slumped in his chair—a man who had finally faced justice.
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AFTERMATH
Justice Served:
William sent the recorded confession to the media and the client. The footage went viral, shattering Holden’s legacy. Overnight, the world saw the truth—a corrupt man unmasked and destroyed.
Reflection:
As William walked away from the scene, the rain drenched his leather jacket, but he didn’t flinch. A faint flicker of satisfaction stirred within him, but it was fleeting, swallowed by the emptiness that always followed.
“Justice was served,” he thought. “But peace? That’s a lie I stopped believing in long ago.”
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Epilogue of the Mission
William stepped into the business owner’s office, placing a blood-stained USB drive on the desk. The man stared at it, his hands trembling.
“It’s done,” William said, his tone firm. “Holden won’t hurt anyone else.”
Tears welled in the man’s eyes as he clutched the drive. “I didn’t think it was possible. He seemed... untouchable.”
William’s cold gaze locked onto the man. “Everyone’s touchable. They just don’t know it until I come for them.”
As William turned to leave, the man called out. “Why do you do this? Is it the money? Or something else?”
William smirked faintly, though his eyes held no humor. “Let’s just say I have my reasons.”
With that, he disappeared into the night, leaving behind a shattered legacy and a father’s faint glimmer of solace. Justice had been served, but the cost was heavy. For William, it always was.