You’d think that finding a golden ticket like that would start to make me think about turning over a new leaf on life. Making me think about what I do for a living––killing for the sake of killing. But, you’d be dead wrong in that assumption. Personally, I didn’t give a crap one way or the other. When you’ve been doing what I’ve been doing for so long, you tend to get numb to all those types of thoughts and feelings. It’s still a job, and if it’s me doing it, well, then… it’s going to be others. That I can say with certainty.
Even hours after I left Wally’s shop, I continued my duty and tracked down at least ten people before dinner. A rather slow day for me, really. Which was rather odd, cause usually the numbers would be much higher. Seemed like the other Sweepers were doing far better for some reason. Maybe I lost the satellite connection for a bit, I dunno. Actually, it might have been the last one I managed to nab just before calling it a night. Some young broad that really gave me a hard time trying to track her down. Listen, I don’t care who you are, how old you are, or what stage of life you’re in, when your number is up… it’s up.
They always say the same thing to me though. Just like this woman I finally cornered in side alleyway. She was on her knees and pleading with me.
“No! No! Please I beg you… don’t do this! Don’t!”
Ugh! I’m so tired of hearing it over and over. This young broad thought she could beg her way out of being removed. That’s after a good half hour of sprinting through streets, abandoned malls, and finally to this filthy back hole. She must have realized that there was nothing but building surrounded her and no way out. That’s when the begging kicks in and nothing but pleading with tears in their eyes.
Goddamn I’m tired of them doing that. Come on, just face the music already. I looked at my TR4 with my free hand and saw seven new removal assignments pop up. I didn’t have time for this. My gun was aimed directly at her head. Her pretty, blonde, sweet looking head. Oh my fuck, she was a looker alright. Nice breasts too. Shit, my pecker kicked in and started to budge. Yeah, it’s been awhile. Hmm… Do I make an offer? Is there time enough for a quick something?
In that moment, she took note of my protruding crotch rocket, and eyed me in mid-tears. Desperation always leads to them thinking on the spot, so-to-speak, and she knew were this was gonna go. Tears gave way to a crooked smile, and then… shoot… then the offer happened.
“You-uh-you like what you see? Huh?” She said, jutting out her chest, rubbing them provocatively with her hands, and licking her lips. “You… you wanna have some fun? If you… uh… don’t kill me, I could be… ya know, good to you. Suck your dick every day… or… hour… whatever, right?”
She began to undo her shirt, giving me a gander at those sweet tasty melons of hers. She then stood up and lowered her pants.
“I think you’re cute, ya know. I could see us… being something. Mmm-yeah… I could fuck you, no problem, make you cum all day long.”
I’ll admit, she had my attention. Especially when those big nippled orbs plopped out of that tattered, dirty bra. Holy fuck—yeah, she had the best looking tits I ever witnessed. It kind of mesmerized me for a moment. Then her panties dropped. Oh, man… shaved puss, that’s a guy’s weakness right there.
“How bout it, big man… I see you getting hard.” She shivered as the cold air hit the exposed nibs. “Wanna put that nasty dick in me? I’ll do whatever you want, in any hole you need, any hole you want baby…”
Well, how could I refuse such an offer? Then I looked at my TR4 again, another ten new jobs got added. Fuck me… there’s no time. I still have to grab a bite to eat, empty my bladder, and find time to catch some sleep. I looked at it, then at her. She slowly walked towards me, fingering her beautiful nipples with one hand and her bare cunt with the other. Oooh, how I hated this moment. It really, really has been a long time. Not since that fat chick I did awhile back.
“Lady… please…” I glared at her.
“Just a taste?” She mewed. “Come on, what’s a girl got to do to get some of that hot sausage there?”
Goddamnit! Why the fuck is this happening now? Why not earlier in the day when I still had some time to spare? There was a fraction of a second where I considered the temptation, a very long, and painful fraction mind you. I apologized to my erection, in my mind, for missing out on what could have been a really, really hot lay. I poised my weapon up to her and took a deep breath.
“But…” She stammered. “Baby… come on, look at me. I’m naked.”
“Yeah, I know,” I stated with look of honest regret. “Sorry, baby… there’s just no time for love today, I’m afraid…”
She halted in her steps, just a few feet in front of me, and gasped at the sight of my finger on the trigger. I fired my pulse gun instantly, and her head seemed to vaporize in an instant. Nothing remained other than the smouldering cauterized stump where the neck once connected to it. Her body twitched, and then dropped to the ground. Shit, I aimed too high. If I had centred the shot more, the whole body should have gone as well.
As I prepared to fire another shot, a passing thought occurred.
“Maybe… maybe I could still fuck her corpse. Hm, I dunno, am I truly that desperate? Would that be morbid? Yeah, maybe, but…” I looked down at my crotch. “I still have an erection…”
I quickly dismissed that idea. I knew the bots would be there soon enough to tag the removal. So I took another shot and watched helplessly as that gorgeous naked body disappeared forever. My erection subsided and I gave a somber sigh. I looked at my TR4 again, twenty new listings when up, on top of the ten previous listed. I was about to tap on the ones nearby… when suddenly, the jobs were being redirected to another Sweeper.
“What the-“ I glared.
I could see the numbers dropping slowly as I scrolled through. Someone managed to beat me to the punch. Typical, it must be a slow day for many. Everyone was probably itching for the new tasks and had their TR4s on auto-click. I conceded to that fact. I tapped on the ones that were more likely to be near me and flipped the device off. I looked back at the ground with some sympathy. I’m not a totally unfeeling monster. I did have a moment of hesitation, right? I could have let her live, suck my dick hourly, like she offered, and been fine with it.
Bah! Who am I kidding? She wouldn’t been allowed to live. If I didn’t do it, there was an entire platoon of Sweepers who would have shown up to finish her off. Besides, I’ve got the personal touch, they get to see me face to face. I’m the only one who does it this way. The others, well, they tend to be a tad more dramatic, or very non-confrontational. They go for the sniper effect. One shot from a distance and it’s over. Then there are those that like to have a big send off. Lot’s of rigged locations with big explosions. Or there’s the bunch who hire a group of street thugs, pay them upfront to beat them unconscious. Once they’re out, the Sweeper can vaporize them before they can recover––the list goes on and on.
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There’s no real set rules on how to proceed with removals, just that it gets done and the target is eliminated completely. The Sweepers tend to get bored and try to “change things up” a little. I guess, “Getting creative” is the only way they break this boredom. That’s why many go to extremes to take them out. Chandra once invited seven of them to meet in one place, just outside an abandoned mall, to talk about finding them a place to hide. That was all a lie. She lured them there, set off a bomb, and then shot them all one by one—even as they struggled in the debris.
You think I’m scum for doing it my way? She’s far worst. She once killed a guy while he was in mid-sex. Imagine that, you witness your lover getting vaporized while he’s still humping you. That’s the kind of thing that turns her one. Chandra told me it got her so wet, it was like a hot water fall flowing out of her cunt. Whew! That’s nasty… yeah, she’s a crazy girl, alright. Speaking of which, soon after I took that second shot, vaporizing my naked girl, Chandra showed up in the alley, like a demon being summoned. I didn’t see her behind me at first, but then when she started clapping, I spun around to see her there leaning against the wall.
“Nice job, did you think about fucking the corpse first?”
“Fuck..” I jolted, glaring back rather. “What are you doing here?”
“I saw you were in the neighbourhood…”
“Come to watch, did ya?” I replied bitterly.
She laughed and walked over towards me. Chandra, for all her icy cold nature, was a sexy looking woman. She had long jet black hair, a finely toned brown-skinned complexion, and hazel eyes that would pierce through any man’s soul. And those lips of hers, they were juicy red, the kind you wouldn’t mind sucking on for days. Not that I ever thought of that, of course. I mean, yes, I have, sure… but, I know what this woman is like, and trust me, I would rather have the fat girl again in a heartbeat. Chandra was my nemesis. Always getting the better kills, which made me wonder about this one I had. This would have been one of hers for sure.
“What gives?” I waved my gun at her.
“I can’t show up and support my fellow Sweeper?” She giggled.
“Not unless you want something?” I glared at her. “Wait a second… did you… did you give this one to me?”
She smiled and patted me on the back, in a patronizing way.
“Aw, did that hurt your ego if I did? I just want you to feel like you’re doing well.”
“I do just fine,” I grumbled. “I don’t need pity kills thank you very much.”
She laughed at my remark and moved her hand down to my softening member. I thought rather strange, seeing how she never liked touching me in the first place. I recall her referring to me as, “an overly used toilet”. At the time, I wasn’t sure if that was a come on, or genuine disgust. But, feeling her hand cupping my crotch, I began to think it was just a psycho woman’s playful nature.
“You are some seriously damaged goods lady.” I stated, slapping her hand away from my only weak spot. “Tell me the real reason for this little gift. It’s definitely not my birthday.”
“Like I would care…” She rolled her eyes at me. “No-no, I’m just being generous.”
“Generous?” I mocked. “You?”
“Whatever,” She dismissed with passive wave. “Just be glad I gave you something.” I rolled my eyes at her. She smirked back and fiddled with her hair. “Especially before the big purge happens, then it’s every girl for herself, right?”
I walked over to where the woman’s corpse once occupied. It was still smouldering on the ground (you’d think it would have cooled off by now), and suddenly did a double take as that psycho’s words hit me.
“What are you on about? Purge? What purge?”
“Seriously?” She shrugged at me. “You know, the purge…”
I hadn’t a clue as to what she was on about. She gave a frustrated exhale and now rolled her eyes at me.
“Wow, you don’t check your info-memos do you?” She mockingly stated. She took a smell of her hand, as if to absorb the essence of my dick-sweat. “The countdown is coming… it’s been pinging on and off all hour.”
I quickly took out my device and tapped on it. I swiped the screen to the left, there was no message. She saw me and motioned to swipe the other way. I begrudgingly did it and… shit… she was right. There it was in big red letters, with a white rectangular background behind it. I read it out loud to make sure my brain was catching wind of this.
“Countdown to final purge begins in two days. All Sweepers to prepare for last mission protocol. Happy Hunting…”
I stood there gawking at it. I think I might have uttered, “Holy fucking shit…”, but maybe that was just in my mind. The bastards were really going through with it, the last push to end us all on this planet. I would have thought we’d get at least another decade in, you know, stretch it out to give us some wiggle room. But, no… the New Collective Corporate Earth Alliance finally decided our fate. Must have been a very fast vote in that meeting room, followed by coffee and donuts, probably.
I wasn’t sure how to feel about all this. On the one hand, I was looking forward to the challenge, maybe bring up my score higher than Chandra’s. But as I pondered on the other factor, of what was to become of me and the other Sweepers, a look of dread washed before my eyes. I looked at Chandra, who must have known what I’d been debating in my head and patted my head as if she was comforting a child.
“Yeah-yeah, ain’t it a bitch, huh? You need a hug or something?”
“Not from you…” I winced.
She laughed and smacked my arm playfully.
“Cheer up, ya dummy. Man, this is going to be the best couple days of our lives.”
“The fuck it will be.” I switched off the TR4 and clutched in my hand tight. “This is it for us. Don’t you get that?”
“Oh boo-hoo!” She sarcastically frowned. “It comes with the job. Geez.. you’re so moody all the time, it’s pathetic. Learn to be a professional, like me and the others, or is that just hard for someone with such a small…”
“Don’t you dare say it!” I quickly pointed at her with a scowl.
“Brain…” She continued to say, pointing at my head. “I meant your brain, okay? That’s what’s so small. Not the other head you think with. You’ve got a big dick, I’ve seen it.”
“Don’t remind me…”
“Well, I’d like a reminder myself, actually.” She smiled and goosed my groin. “Wow, still semi-hard, guess that dead girl really had you stirred up, eh? You sure you don’t want another go? I’ll even act like she did, tits hanging out, begging for this big dick of yours, and I’ll even let you point the gun to my head while you bang me from behind.”
I would have been aroused by that, hell, what man wouldn’t. But this was Chandra we were talking about, “Crazy fucking bitch” doesn’t even come close to what her deal is all about. Sure, I mean, ya, I’m human scum of the lowest point too… but this gal, woof! She’s just way beyond my level. I immediately withdrew her hand from my balls, nice as it felt, and pushed her back from me.
“No thanks, I think still have some ounce of dignity left. Maybe not much, but just enough to keep my sanity.”
“Dignity? Pfft!” She razed at me. “Whatever, loser–no sweeper has that, not even you. Fine, if you won’t fuck this killer in her prime, then I know of others willing to go a few hundred rounds.”
“Sucks to be them…” I quietly remarked. She did a double take, so I quickly changed my answer. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled.”
She gave me the finger and we stood silent for a few moments. I decided the topic needed to change and gestured to the street beyond the alleyway.
“Hey! I’ve got an idea, how bout we meet up with the gang, get one more drinking binge in, and celebrate the end of humanity as we know it… what do ya say?”
Chandra remained quiet, still eyeing me with malice. I wasn’t sure if that look was more of wanting to lambast me for what I said prior, or, that she wanted to revenge rape me once I was drunk enough. It happened once before, I kid you not. That woman hog tied me to a bed and got all of her sexual frustration out… and not in the good way, mind you. Hence the reason, I’d never want to be with her alone ever again. At least if I’m in a group, she’d have more options to pick other than me.
“Well, shit…” She finally uttered. “Why the fuck not? It’ll be good to see the group before we all try for the big prize in the sky. Oasis is only a purge away, right?”
I grinned at her. If only she knew what Wally was doing for me.
“Might as well…” I shrugged cheerfully.
“It’s too bad nobody will win it but me.” She laughed, giving a gesture to follow along as she headed for the bar. “You poor saps will have to deal with the fact that I’ll be living the good life up there. You know I will win this right?”
“Oh, I know you will give it your all.” I nodded and followed her walking stride. “Let’s just hope things go the way you think it will.”
“Oh, they will… trust me on that.” She winked. “You guys are nowhere near my numbers at all. That Spire of Oasis is calling only one person to ride all the way to the top.”
“Absolutely…” I winked back.
Yeah, someone will, but I’m damn well going to make sure it won’t be her. Come on, Wally ol’ buddy, get me off this dump heap!