Incomplete in Chapters

Try Again

"Oooh! Get fucked motherfucker! Yeah!" I scream into my headset's mic, ready to throw down with the toxic male player. "Why don't you apply to the army and die like a real man?! Huh?! Punk ass bitch! Fucking coward! Mad as hell and for what? Hah!" The guy and I go back and forth like this for a little while until he finally rage quits. At that point I screech with unholy cackling and log off my game, standing to stretch after hours of sitting cross legged on my gaming chair.

I stop stretching when my phone rings, and for a few moments I don't move at all. No one should have my phone number. It's private. Locked off. Video games and hacking only. I have no wifi, no windows, no fucking legal network; so, how the fuck is someone calling me?

I sneer at the 'No Caller ID' symbol on my screen before picking up my phone and answering, "Who the fuck is this and what do you want?" The caller chuckles, "What a greeting. I heard you're good with computers?"

I scoff as I sit back on my chair and hook my phone up to my computer. With the speaker phone on, I snark, "I'm good at a lotta shit. Gotta be more specific." I start typing away and pulling up separate screen on multiple monitors as he speaks, "Right. I have a job request. I need you to get some information for me."

"From who," I click on a name, "...Hubert Gaunt?"

The man chuckles again, this time with a lot more mirth, "That was quick...it took almost a minute. Yes, my current name is Hubert Gaunt. Well done, well done..."

I exhale, frustrated with his relaxed tone, and ask again, "Yeah, yeah, now whaddya want from me, anyway?" He hums, "Like I said, I need information."

"And like I said," I snap back, "from who? Cuz I ain't doin' shit unless I got a name and a background check. I don't give a fuck about money—!"

"Ten million dollars."

...

"For?" I try not to let the dizziness stall me too much, but the guy clearly caught on by the soft laughter coming from the speakers.

"Ten million upfront if you're in. Ten million after you're done," he explains.

Fuck, that's twenty million bucks...

I could go to Hawaii with that shit. Get a new identity. Start over...

But no background check. Whoever he wants info from is big. Big, scary, dangerous. It might get me killed. Shit.

"Triple it and it's a deal, no more questions asked," I offer up my own deal. The man hums, "Deal, then. You should be receiving the money now."

There's a knock on my door, and I immediately go for the gun taped under my desk and aim it at the only entryway into the apartment. "That should be it," the male voice replies.

I wait until the footsteps walk away before I go up the door—pistol locked and loaded—and open it. On the floor is several gym bags and I hastily pick them up and bring them inside, locking the door behind me. I toss the bags and gun onto my bed and open a bag up, spotting hundreds of wads of $100 bills.

"Holy shit," I let out an airy chuckle. Quickly, I return to my phone, "I got it. Who d'you wanna hit?"

The man claps and cheers, "That's the spirit! Now, do you know who the Monster Ambassador is?"

[A few months later...]

I don't do anything with the money for a while. I just. Put it in my Inventory and spend some of it on food.
Sixty million bucks. It wasn't easy—the job—but damn did it feel like it was worth it. Still. I have a bad feeling I just did something...wrong? Which is weird because I do this shit all the time to many different people. Except...I usually do it just to troll people. I guess someone took notice. Somehow...