Jobless Job

Harrison Garison found a portable mini-MP5 SMG in one of the inner pockets of his brown suit-coat. There was enough ammo for assassinating Mord Dickens within an hour.

He gave the thugs a blank stare before taking out the gun and firing.

"Oh you stupid little ra—" the agent was already dead before he could say some rude words to Harrison.

"Thanks for the ride, gentlemen." Garison chucked the two corpses out the car windows. "Now..." he sighed. "...to find Luther."

The car was in good condition, and the engines, turbo boosters, suspension, 4WD, and handling was excellent. In a few minutes, Harrison was back on the highways and was zooming ahead at speeds of 293kmph. Garison himself was enjoying the qualities of a sports car. Within three hours, he'd be back in New York.

He checked his watch.

[12:34 pm]

Just then, a large, 18-wheeler truck bashed against his car. The driver had a scowl on his face, and was grinning at his work.

"Oi, maniac!" Harrison cursed. "Die, die, devil!"

The comments had no reaction on the truck driver. Instead, his grin became wider.

Harrison groped around for his SMG, but found nothing but the car's gear shaft. His eyes were fixed on the windscreen, for there was another truck at his front, carrying heavy road-rollers. At this moment, it all struck to Harrison's mind: These men must be part of the Hitters, hoping to poison all of the water in Manhattan; Garison's previous mission was to locate the mafia members, in his fifth job in the MBC. Memories of previous times were slowly rushing back to him.

The first job: To recover some stolen artworks in Italy.
The second job: To rescue kidnapped children in China.
His third job: To locate the NY Hoodriders, a secret organization created by street gangsters for Turkish, Chinese, and Russian terrorists.
His fourth job: To disable the control of the Symbiocyte Pharmaceuticals over the MBC and make the MIW a part of it.
His fifth job: To stop the Hitters; however, he was fired from the MBC, and had to take a vacation from the MIW, before he could complete his mission.

This could be his only chance to complete all his 5 jobs and get some respect from the MIW and rejoin the MBC. But will he get rejected once more? The last few memories were too painful, and thus, he stopped his mind from rewinding those scenes again.

Back to the present, Harrison struggled to gain some distance between him and the two trucks. He couldn't move his eyes from his windshield. But he had to get his gun. But how?

He was ready to take a leap of faith. He took a deep breath, opened his seatbelt, picked up his MP5 SMG, opened the car door and jumped sideways, into the hands of fate. Fortunately, the truck drivers didn't notice him escaping, and Harrison had a clean getaway. Unfortunately, he jumped at the wrong timing and flew backwards, backwards, backwards and then...

Slam! He landed on a passing-by car's windshield, cracking it in a long fault line. The car braked immediately, as the driver stepped out. And he wasn't in a good mood.

"Hey, that's my ride, man!" the driver exclaimed. "And by the way, who the heck are—" he recognized who it was. "—you! My man Harrison! How good to see you back, my friend!"

"Man, get me to a hospital, first," Harrison groaned. "Why are you in Miami, Luther? I thought you were in NY City, chasing those... those..."

He blacked out and said no more.

***

When he woke up, according to his wish, he was on a hospital bunk bed.

"Where are we, Luther?"

"Don't worry! Everything's fine. I spoke to the doctor, and he said you'll be fit as a fiddle once more... within 2 weeks."

"TWO WEEKS!" Harrison's head was already spinning. "Why the long delay? What happened to me? Is everything okay?"

Luther gave a nervous look. "Well... actually, you had broken two ribs, half your elbow, and lost a lot of blood. Fortunately, Amy Catt here, she..." his face seemed tensed. "She donated some blood to save you, since you and her had the same blood group. Nothing to be worried about, she'll be okay as well," he pointed to the bed next to Harrison. "There she is."

She was a sleeping beauty. Her silver blonde hair, her beautiful face. She lay asleep beneath the blankets.

"Did she indeed?" Harrison was puzzled. It was the first time he was being helped by a girl.

Luther nodded. "She seems to care a lot about you. She almost sobbed when the doctor told about your condition. Remember the saying 'whatever happens, happens for our good'? You got yourself a new... girlfriend!

Harrison smiled, and softly blushed. "Damn you Luther, you overfed human friend!"

"Not in my life, man, have I ever met a man who rejects love from a woman," he chuckled. "Alright, I'll see to your fifth job. The local docks are only a couple of blocks away."

Luther left Harrison to rest comfortably while he did the hard work for him.

"Time to kick some butt!" he said to himself as he approached his windshield-less Aston Martin.

***

The dockyard was empty of ships that night. But there seemed to be no shortage of any single truck. Men were unloading supplies, packages, crates, and other stuff from the trucks as the Aston Martin roared towards them.

Some of them squinted at the sight. "Hey, I thought this was a civilian-free zone! Get that half-witted blockster outta my sight!"

At his command, three workers dressed in dungarees approached the car with metal wrenches in their hands.

"Get outta here, you stupid rascal!" exclaimed one. "Don't ya know that this area is restricted property? Who are you to oppose, huh?"

Luther smiled and put on his black RayBan aviators. "From the MBC, yo."

At this remark, several of the workers gasped, as if they got stabbed by a dagger in their gut.

"Holy smokes! It's the MBC! Run, peoples, run if you want to see the light of dawn again."

'The fun's just starting,' Luther silently said to himself. 'Wait till you see the climax.'

Within seconds, all the workers were out of sight, nowhere to be seen. Perhaps one or two had gone to alert their leader, all the more fun! Luther waited for about fifteen minutes before an armored truck approached the open side of the Storage Centre. Six soldiers, clad in armor, holding the latest M4 Carbines hopped off the back.

"HALT!" the soldiers spoke together. "DO NOT CROSS THE STORAGE CENTRE! OR YOU SHALL DIE MOST PAINFULLY!"

"Yeah, right! As if you guys can fight against a skilled gunman! Come, face me if you can!"

The soldiers walked in a straight row, barraging forwards with all their strength and senses, leaving their backs, completely vulnerable. And Luther just attacked always from the rear, as his habit. Three seconds later, they all dropped down dead.

The truck driver anxiously swayed his head side to side, looking for the troops.

"FREEZE!" Luther's sudden appearance could've given someone a heart attack. "Tell me all you know about your Boss, QUICKLY! Or this beautifully-shaped bullet shall kiss your lovely head goodbye."

The driver surrendered and spilled the beans. Yet, Luther had to kill him on the spot, to stitch in time to save nine.

***

Luther revisited Harrison after 2 weeks, to find him all better, chatting informally with Amy, sitting together on a bench in the waiting room.

"So, what's the news?" he asked Luther, eager to listen from his mouth those words of glory. "Are the mafia members dead?"

Luther gave them a blank stare and announced, "The Hitters have fled from this city. They now store their stuff, guns, and drugs at Lab no. 32, 88th floor, Symbiocyte Pharmaceuticals, New York."

"So, shall we...?" Harrison asked Luther and Amy.

"Yes, I fear so. But it would be better if Amy stays home, safe."

At Luther's words, she became enraged with fury. "How dare you! I said I'm coming with you guys!" she turned to Harrison for support. "Right Harry? You promised me right?"

Harrison was intrigued at how she got to know his true name. People preferred to call him Harrison Garison, but his real name was Harry Garison, or Harry Gary. "She's right. Luther, let's give her a chance to prove herself. She might join our team, and become quite an useful agent in the MIW."

Luther paused a moment, before smiling to Harrison. "Good, you're learning well."

Harry bit his tongue at what he had just said. This time, they all laughed heartily. But little did they know what the next dawn held.