Chapter 5 Ordered By Letters 2

• Grey quickly aimed the silencer at both legs, fired, the man fell in pain, moved the gun in hand to face Grey who aimed and shot his head, the man fell silent...blood sprayed through the ground.
• The bed lifted as Grey rose with his back to it. He looked around the room to be sure he was alone. He returned his gaze to the body. Two in one day. This wasn't right. This wasn't so right. Tears began streaming down his eyes, he removed his shirt for he was drenched in sweat. Grey pulled the bed down, sat on it, stared at the body through blurry eyes, cried a bit more, then began searching his body.
• Grey found a letter, took it out of the man's pocket, and read.
• Dear Mr. Garrett,
• If you're reading this, it means you're still alive. Do not violate our orders next time. Take a long shower, arrange your bed, and sleep. We'll be in touch.
• Yours faithfully,
• The Secret.
• Grey deposited the gun on the bed, undressed, and walked into the bathroom in tears. Today was just Sunday, and he had already killed two people. Just who was doing this to him and why? Why was he the object of whatever real-life practical this was? Were they trying to prove a point, or were they just trying to get him killed? He wasn't sure if he would know.
• Grey inhaled something sharp, he fell on the bath floor with water dripping all over him.
• When Grey woke, he was naked on the floor of his bathroom with the shower still running…it was already dark through the bathroom window. Grey took to his feet, turned off the shower, walked out the bathroom, then paused. The body was no longer there, neither was there bloodstains…no trace that anyone had been killed today in his room, or his neighbour’s. The person doing this, was he possibly in this building?
• Grey took his Bible, read the law of Moses, read the Beatitude of Jesus, read about Peter cutting the ear of a man and what Jesus said, he fell asleep without noticing.
• The next morning, he had dispensed with his morning devotion, had his bath, deliberately overlooked the items on the table, he took his credentials, then left the apartment to do his normal weekly job hunt.
• Grey walked tiredly to the road…usual customers wished him good luck on spotting the file in hand—he told them thank you.
• He got into a taxi which dropped him at an electronic company. Grey walked in, moved to the waiting room hoping it would get to his turn so he could submit his credentials.
• When it was his turn, he gave the man all his papers, he loved it.
• The man said, "You are going to do great here. You just need to sign—"
• The office phone rang, the man picked it up.
• Grey saw the smile on the man's face vanish, as he kept saying, “Okay, okay sir,” to whoever was on the other end of the phone.
• The man replaced the phone on the table, looked at Grey, and said, "I'm sorry. We just can't take you."
• Grey was shocked and devastated. "But you said I could do great here. What happened? You were about telling me to—"
• "Sir! I'm sorry, I made a mistake. I don't own this company. The CEO personally told me not to accept you. You're Grey Garrett, right?"
• Grey wanted to say no, but his credentials proved otherwise so he nodded, taking his eyes off the manager for a moment.
• "Exactly, we are not to accept you."
• Grey couldn't believe what he just heard. We? What was going on? This was turning out to be worse than last week when they had simply rejected him. This silly man had raised his hopes high, only to smash it before it had reached the ground with—he didn't even know what.
• Grey left the company, then began heading for another in a taxi. When he arrived, he paid the cab driver, then waited for his balance. The driver delayed, later he brought more than his balance, saying, "It's for you.” Then drove off.
• Grey straightened each note the driver had given him, there was a penned message on each one.
• "Return to your apartment."
• "Await your next mission."
• "Do not test us."
• "We could kill you."
• "Register with the thumbprint device."
• "This is not a drill."
• "We would take care of your family."
• His mind went immediately to his family. He couldn't tell any of them what was happening at the moment...they could get killed. He had no idea what he was doing, who these people were, or why he had gone to that church on Sunday.
• Tired, and without options, Grey boarded a taxi and set for home. He fell asleep almost immediately, woke up towards evening, stared around the room, walked up to the window, then sat by the table.
• Grey counted the money before him, it was enough to pay his rent, feed himself for the next few weeks, and also pay off his debts.
• Grey took out the thumbprint device, held it in his hands, stared at it like one possessed, then returned it to the table. He placed his right thumb on it, he felt the heat of the purple light, then something pricked his thumb. Grey quickly removed his thumb, then licked it. He heard something pushed through beneath his door...another letter. He stood, ran to the door, opened it with eagerness to get a face or someone to explain—there was nothing.
• The door closed, Grey picked up the letter, walked back to his table, then sat to read.
• Dear Mr. Garrett,
• Thank you for approving your identity. You're now an assassin. Your assignments would be as directed, and try not to delay.
• The Bluetooth device is to listen to your wristwatch, you're not authorized to speak to it. The thumbprint device isn't to be used anyhow, only when instructed to. The phone is to dial contacts on the phone book. The car keys, address, and blank cheque, their uses would be revealed in due time. They are to be kept safe for the time being.
• Clothes for your assignment would be provided daily.
• Yours faithfully,
• The Secret.