My countryhuman short stories!

The Cold Being. AAU#1

I'm so sorry am relying on Google Translate soooooo I'm so so sorry!  English version down at the bottom.
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Finland's pov:

I was walking through the streets of this town. That I don't know the name of after a job I just got done with. It wasn't a good job, to be honest, I'm probably going to not take another job for a bit. But hey, it happens in this field at least I worked on the better side of it. I shake my head... There is no good side when you woke with human traffickers even if it's to kill a rival group. I still took their money, though I made them pay a shit load to do it so that's less money to do the shit that they're doing.

I wonder if Swiss already had it sent to that charity I asked him to send it to. Let's hope. As I continue to walk I hear running coming up from behind me as well as frantic begging me to stop in Spanish. So I do and turn around to look at who was trying to get my attention. "¿Sí, Qué quieres?" The 30 something-year-old man came to a stop next to me to catch his breath. "¡Se quien eres! ¡Y quiero contratarte! ¡Por favor! ¡Di tu precio!" I thought about it. "¿Me contratas para qué?" I was generally curious about what he was going to say though I wonder if I came off as sounding rude...

"Para recuperar a mi hija." That shocked me he wants me to get his daughter back! "¿Para recuperar a tu hija? ¿Lo que le pasó a ella?" He looked down at the ground and looked as if he was going to cry. As he pulled this photo out of his pocket and reaches out to give it to me. I reached out to take it. He puts it into my hand, he was shaking. I opened my hand to look at the photo. A beautiful, young, teenage girl, she probably no older than thirteen. "Se la llevaron." He said voice filled with anger and sorrow.

"No puedo rescatarla. Pero puedo vengarme por lo que hicieron. Pero todavía necesito un pago." He nodded and pulled out a bag of money god knows how much is in it. So I grab the bag walk over and sit down, as I counted the money in the bag I could hear the man tell everyone who walk over who I was. They would question him about what he's hiring me for and he tells them what and as soon as he does they would quickly ask if I would do the same for them... I'm fucking dying counting this money... Like I don't need it, but I can't do a job for free... As I sat there and pondered what I'll do most of the people who asked came over with their bags of money... Oh shit... What did I just get my ass into? "¿Puedo preguntar qué grupo?" All of them talked about the group and the name came up or at least the name the town gave them. "La pandilla de la muerte nocturna." Fuck... They were the ones I just worked with.

Well, there's nothing in my code saying that after I was done working with you I won't turn around and go against you. So I just kinda. "Ok, todos ustedes solo denme un peso. Y lo haré." They all seemed very confused and a woman piped up. "Un Peso..." She said just so amazed. "Sí, un Peso." They seemed even more amazed. "¿Por qué? ¿Por qué solo uno?" I smiled. "Porque puedo elegir lo que quiero que me paguen. Y hago que los inocentes no paguen nada. El mal paga mis cuentas." I could hear so many of them thanking me and I stood up. Taking one Peso from all of them. After I did I put them into my pocket now I'm going to do my good deed of the day. And I leave to go kill a bunch of evil people.
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Finland's pov:

I was walking through the streets of this town. That I don't know the name of after a job I just got done with. It wasn't a good job, to be honest, I'm probably going to not take another job for a bit. But hey, it happens in this field at least I worked on the better side of it. I shake my head... There is no good side when you woke with human traffickers even if it's to kill a rival group. I still took their money, though I made them pay a shit load to do it so that's less money to do the shit that they're doing.

I wonder if Swiss already had it sent to that charity I asked him to send it to. Let's hope. As I continue to walk I hear running coming up from behind me as well as frantic begging me to stop in Spanish. So I do and turn around to look at who was trying to get my attention. "Yes, what do you want?" The 30 something-year-old man came to a stop next to me to catch his breath. "I know who you are! And I want to hire you! Please! Say your price!" I thought about it. "You hire me for what?" I was generally curious about what he was going to say though I wonder if I came off as sounding rude...

"To get my daughter back." That shocked me he wants me to get his daughter back! "To get your daughter back? What happened to her?" He looked down at the ground and looked as if he was going to cry. As he pulled this photo out of his pocket and reaches out to give it to me. I reached out to take it. He puts it into my hand, he was shaking. I opened my hand to look at the photo. A beautiful, young, teenage girl, she probably no older than thirteen. "They took her." He said voice filled with anger and sorrow.

"I can't rescue her. But I can get revenge for what they did. But I still need a payment." He nodded and pulled out a bag of money god knows how much is in it. So I grab the bag walk over and sit down, as I counted the money in the bag I could hear the man tell everyone who walk over who I was. They would question him about what he's hiring me for and he tells them what and as soon as he does they would quickly ask if I would do the same for them... I'm fucking dying counting this money... Like I don't need it, but I can't do a job for free... As I sat there and pondered what I'll do most of the people who asked came over with their bags of money... Oh shit... What did I just get my ass into? "May I ask what group?" All of them talked about the group and the name came up or at least the name the town gave them. "The gang of the nocturnal death." Fuck... They were the ones I just worked with.

Well, there's nothing in my code saying that after I was done working with you I won't turn around and go against you. So I just kinda. "Ok, y'all just give me a peso. And I'll do it." They all seemed very confused and a woman piped up. "One Peso..." She said just so amazed. "Yes, one Peso." They seemed even more amazed. "Why? Why only one?" I smiled. "Because I can choose what I want to get paid. And I make the innocents pay nothing. Evil pays my bills." I could hear so many of them thanking me and I stood up. Taking one Peso from all of them. After I did I put them into my pocket now I'm going to do my good deed of the day. And I leave to go kill a bunch of evil people.