Life Of A Mercenary の小説・ストーリー

I kinda feel sorry for them. We have been in life and death situations oftentimes and entered missions where the probability to succeed was low. Because of the job of a mercenary where lives were just a number that could be lost anytime, my team and I decided to quit that wild life and came here, a peaceful country, to live a peaceful life. But once a mercenary, always a mercenary. It was hard to find a job that could satisfy us. A job that could give us both money and peace. In the end, a big person finally took notice of me and recruited me as his personal security. Since I need people, I also brought my previous colleagues who I trusted my life and death with.

he says. "Your turn for what?" He stands up. The movement is stiff; the cold has settled into his joints. He walks to the edge of the ridge, looking out at the invisible line where the ocean meets the sky. "I've spent fifteen years being a mercenary. A contractor. A man with a price." He turns. The wind whips his hair across his forehead. "But I don't want to be that man anymore." He moves back to the fire. Kneels beside me in the dirt.

His body shakes with visible rage. “You were there?” “I was, and I’ve never taken another job from Don Valentino that involved anyone from the Elite Family or High Table. The risk is too great over any amount of money he has to offer. Money cannot buy you another life, and you sure as fuck can’t take it to hell with you.” “I'm sorry. I had no idea you’re a mercenary.” “I was. I retired, and you’ll never believe me, but I was here visiting my mother who is receiving dialysis. It’s like the stars have aligned and given me an opportunity to take Clary out honouring my fallen men.”

Abel calmly elaborated. "Says a guy who single-handedly took out a whole army of rebels in Congolese 10 years ago", Jenny replied with a little chuckle. "Abel Mordecai Oliz, 35 years of Age. Ex-Mercenary going with the disguise name The Merc and later joined the CIA. But resigned 5 years ago. Favorite color is blue. Lost both wife and daughter right before his eyes in the bus taking them to the airport for a planned vacation at Hawaii. Still haven't had his revenge, because he is yet to figure out who is behind the Assassination." Jenny elaborated with a stern gaze.

Charles, a German soldier patted Aiden's shoulder lightly when he saw Aiden was loading some of his things into his black backpack inside the tent. “Hmm, I hope so too. But not in an atmosphere of war like this, once in a while I want to see you relaxing on the beach." Charles hit Aiden's shoulder lightly while laughing ridiculously at Aiden's joke. Indeed being a mercenary or sniper like them could never dream of a vacation. Even to meet family members is very difficult. So most of the mercenaries or snipers assigned to conflict areas are single people, who have broken personalities without a soul, because they are required to lose their humanity while on duty.

He served as a Sergeant in his service, fought in over 200 operations 50 of which is classified, served in the Tri-Nation Valley war, Directly under Grand General Bina command. For an Aeternum veteran, that is a remarkable records, if he stayed longer in the Army he would be at least at the ranks of colonels. But sadly, he was heavily injured at the Northern Alemia battles against the Underworld portal attacks, lost both of his left leg and hand, forcing him to a recovery for about 4 months. As he was healed and finally cleared, he decided to quit the military and instead went into the world of mercenaries with his dwarf brotherhood, they form a mercenary groups that only worked for Aeternum

I replied annoyed, “Oh” Gunner said stunned, “Who was he?” I asked innocently, “That’s the Alpha you call when your pack is having trouble” “What kind of trouble?” “Supernatural trouble, hunter trouble, sometimes even human trouble” “And they what, they kill them?” “Well, yeh. They're called the mercenaries, but I suppose they are more like the Were equivalent of the CIA secret assassins. Only they’re not owned or operated by any government or organisation. We don’t exactly talk about them, everyone knows about them, but they are a taboo subject” Gunner explained.

With that in mind, he was prompted to growl, “Who the hell are you guys? What’s your objective? Let her and my son go, and I’ll meet any of your conditions!” Smirking in response, the blond, blue-eyed man simply walked over to Zivon before scoffing, “We’re just part of a mercenary organization, and someone’s offered us a massive paycheck to deal with you. Regardless, I’m sure you know that we mercenaries always finish our jobs, and that we don’t ever reveal who our customers are, correct? We’re only doing business here, so please don’t make things difficult for us, Young Master Burton.”

I was acutely aware of every inch between us, the way our shoulders almost touched but didn’t. I broke first. “How did you end up as a mercenary?” I asked, voice quieter than I meant. “Like, is there a… training program? Or did you just decide to freelance?” He shrugged, looking up at the sky as if the answer might float down from the ether. “Where I’m from, power is everything. You don’t survive as a weakling. So I trained young, and once I was good enough, figured I might as well make money doing what I’m good at.”

And the owner of the faction they side with could offer a great reward for them to do something for them, but usually other than protecting the faction they’re living in during crisis or doing some favor for the faction head when asked or enticing with the reward, these lazy bum wouldn’t do anything to tire themself. “Hey, do you know anything about this expedition?” One of the guests' experts asked the mercenary who was standing near him. “No, Just heard that someone in the south had stirred some shit up and we need to fix it. As for the details? fuck it, It should be the usual of finding the problem then, killing the problem and getting our paycheck.” The mercenary answered boringly. “I mu