Born For The Trigger: Inheriting Shadows

~CHAPTER 6~

~A Familiar Stranger~

Sam started to contemplate the idea of calling Michael because he couldn't ask someone so close to him to do such a thing and defy the one rule his uncle had set up. Under no circumstance was he or anyone else for that matter allowed to call 'home' or for more accurate terms the academy. It was a rule his uncle had set up after he got his first enemy. Sam laughed at the memory; he could remember it like it was yesterday.

Sam was assigned to a mission in Spain by his uncle. It had something to do with someone not paying him back. It amazed Sam that his uncle would have someone assassinated all because of a bad debt, which just reminded Sam to never get of his uncle's bad side.

Sam had been keeping tabs on the man and quite frankly from all the information he had collected he could conclude that this man was someone who looked like he would borrow money and only pay it back when there was a gun pointed at his head, and that is exactly what Sam intended to do.

Blake Evans was the man's name. 'Such an awesome name but belonged to such a hideous looking man', Sam thought. Blake was currently at his office, most likely cheating people out of their money. The last worker at Blake's office just left and Sam knew that this was the best time to strike. He exited out of the building where he was watching Blake and went straight into his office.

"Hello, can I help you?" Blake spoke immediately after Sam had entered the building.

"I'm hoping you can Mr. Evans." Sam spoke back.

The look that was on the man's face resembled that of fear but also shock.

"How do you know my name?" He asked standing up.

"Oh, sorry. Where are my manners," just then Sam pulled out his Beretta and took two steps so that the gun was pointed right in the man's face, "I am here for the money you owe. So, you can either give it to me willingly or I can shoot you and ransack this whole place and find it myself!"

Sam was in the zone and nothing could stop him now. "I d-don't know what your t-talking about?" The man was clearly horrified and he knew that one wrong move and POOF, he could be gone.

Sam knew that the man knew exactly what he was talking about but just didn't want to answer.

"Peter Bolton, does it ring a bell or do you need a picture to refresh your memory." The look in the man's eyes changed from confusion to fear in a matter of seconds.

"I have his money and I'll give it to him; I swear!" Sam could tell that Blake finally understood what he was talking about and didn't want to die.

Sam quickly ordered the man to tell him where the money was, and when he had it safe and secured, he finished the job.

"Thank you for the greens Mr. Evans, but I'll be taking my leave now. You do understand that I have to kill you now, right? It's kind of the whole point why I'm here." Sam started to embrace the killer in him and raised his Beretta to shoot the man.

"Please d-don't shoot me, I-I have a wife and daughter waiting at h-home for me."

Sam started to feel bad for the man and lowered his gun then just as quickly he realized he couldn't care less who was waiting for the man.

"Well, you should have thought about that before you cheated my uncle of his money." And in the blink of an eye, Sam raised his gun and shot the man straight in the face.

Sam took out his phone and dialed his uncle's number. It was only Sam's second mission but it was like he had been doing it for years.

"Who is this?" His uncle answered.

"Ummm uncle Pete, it's me, Sam." He replied a bit shocked that his uncle didn't recognize his voice.

"Sam didn't I tell you never to call here when you are on a mission!" His uncle was clearly furious and more than usual. Sam was about to answer back when his uncle cut the call.

Let's just say that the rule his uncle set up was one of great importance because when he returned to the academy there was a lot of smoke and blood and Sam was NOT his uncle's favorite for a while but when he helped locate and assassinate the 'Insolate blood keeper', as his uncle put it, he was once again his uncle's favorite.

Sam laughed at the memory but also started to rethink his decision. He didn't want to risk anyone finding out where the academy was or that it even existed but decided he would do it anyway because he needed to know.

In his head, Sam always followed the rules and wasn't going to call but in reality, it was a whole different story, he was going to call and wasn't going to think twice. He decided that he was going to call Michael after school at the apartment that he was staying at. He already hated himself for showing weakness and crying so breaking this rule wasn't going to do him much damage. Right?

Just then the bell rang indicating the end of the day. The end of the day; Sam hadn't realized that it was already the end of the school day. He was so lost in his thoughts that it had now become somewhat a part of him and he wouldn't be surprised if he lost focus when he was killing someone, but that could never happen. No. He could never let it happen because when it came to killing, he needed his focus. In a way, it was kind of relieving to put poor souls out of their misery.

Sam started to walk to his apartment. Alone. Although he and Connor had only met that very day, he felt close to him, to an almost impossible extent even though Sam didn't want to get too close because he was going to eventually have to kill the guy, but ironically, he felt like he knew Connor from somewhere. There was just something about Connor and how Sam only started to get those flashbacks whenever the two had an interaction that didn't sit right with him. He was just about five minutes away from the apartment when his jacket pocket started to vibrate. He suspected it to be a poorly timed alarm gone off, but he knew it wasn't and to his surprise, it was the person he wanted to talk to, the person he never thought he could possibly miss.

"Hello Sam, it's Michael." When he spoke, he felt a hint of a smile creeping its way to his lips but before it could make a proper appearance, he stopped it, but still his lips were slightly turned upwards at the edges almost resembling a smile. But it wasn't.

"How ironic. Mr. Heart is breaking the rules and here I thought I was the irresponsible one." Sam only ever used Michael's last name when he did something stupid and considering he had just broken the rules, this situation was just that.

"We both know that you were going to call me too so don't act all goodie-two shoes on me now."

The two kept talking until Sam reached home to his apartment. Sam was almost tempted to stay up all night and talk to his best friend which was a rare occurrence, but every now and then Sam would bend the rules to speak to the boy when either of the two were on missions. Of course, his uncle never found out, because if he did, both he and Michael would end up in huge trouble. Just then Sam realized that Michael was his friend and that he could be trusted.

"I need you to find out everything about my target, Connor."

Sam was starting to get a bit anxious that maybe he was too direct but Michael's response came shortly after.

"You'll have them tomorrow as well as his last name because I'm assuming you don't know it."

And just like that, the call was over leaving Sam to wonder what had flustered him so much.