Marxman

Reluctant assassin

"So, this is how it ends, huh?", Marxman says to his partner, who is lying dead on the ground. "Bullet hole in my stomach, bleeding out, and talking to the corpse of my best friend. Funny how life is." All of a sudden, Marxman hears the pounding of Abstergo footmen running through the abandoned apartment building he decided to hide in. "Well if I have to go down, I might as well go out fighting." Marxman was never one to go down without a fight. This time around, he has no choice. It's either go with Abstergo willingly or die. He was too keen on the idea of dying. The footmen come rushing in and he put his hands in the air. "All this for little ol' me? I feel so special." The leader of the group decided to speak up. "Well, you did manage to take out a third of our infantry while injured. Impressive, but not good enough." "Ugh. Look, i know the whole British accent makes you sound more evil and intelligent, but it's so cliche. And yes reader, i do break the fourth wall." "Who the hell are you talking to, scum?" Marxman looks back over to him, "Look, are you gonna take me in or are you gonna let me bleed out?" "Hmm... Fine. Men, grab him and take him to the jet. Make sure he gets to Abstergo *alive*. We don't want another incident like last time"

"Hey, in case the reader is a whiny little bitch who wants to be spoon fed information, what's your name, asshat?" "My name?" Asshat replied, "My name isn't important information to you. Now shut up and go peacefully" "Sooo, Asshat it is then. Cool"

Anyway, as you might've guessed from the title, the name is Marxman. Obviously not my real name, unless my parents had a cruel sense of humor. But I don't know what my real name is. Or where I'm from. Or anything about myself really. That's the weird part. I woke up in a field with a bloody knife and 3 dead guys. And that was about 4 years ago. Before I really started my training. But that's a story for another day. For now, we need to talk about how I'm gonna I'm gonna get out of this whole thing. Watch this.
"Oi, Asshat. Maybe you should get fired from your job."
Asshat lets out a huge sigh.
"And why is that, fugitive?"
He looks back at me while I have my feet up with unconscious bodies around me.
"Cuz I still have a knife and your guys are all down. Now tell your pilot to drop me off near that old building."
"And why would I do that?" Asshat asked arrogantly. "You May have a gun, but me and my pilot both have guns. Shoot me and he'll shoot. Shoot him and I'll shoot."
"Good point."
I throw my knife at Asshat, hitting him in his forehead and i shoot the pilot. I hold my gun to Asshat's head while retrieving my knife.
"I don't like guns. They're not fun. Anyway, this thing is going down, so I suggest you take the wheel.
"Damn you." He says as he hurried to grab the wheel and pulls us back up before we crash
"There we go. Cooperation is key. Take me back to that building and leave the body with me."
"And why would I do that?"
"Cuz I have a gun to your head. Now go back."