Chaos

Chaos

A Mitch Crowne short story

Written by: MacShayne

(2018 re-issue)

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Copyright 2018 by MacShayne. Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2015 by MacShayne. Original Edition

Edited by: MacShayne

Coverwork by: MacShayne

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, persons (living or dead) are coincidental.

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1. The Drifter

2. Manhunt

3. A Dangerous Man

4. Killing Crowne

5. Perfect Enemy

6. Cold Case

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Table of content

Chapter 1: Crossroads

Chapter 2: The Little Yellow House

Chapter 3: What We Don’t Know

Chapter 4: Brotherly Connection

Chapter 5: Cherish Your Sins

Chapter 6: Homecoming

Chapter 7: Down Falls One

Chapter 8: Damsel in Distress

Chapter 9: A Knife in the Ocean

Chapter 10: Where is the World We Deserve?

Chapter 11: A Fiery Thunderbolt

Chapter 12: Eye Of the Storm

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Chapter 1:

Crossroads

Moscow, Unknown Prison, 4 January 2010

‘Legends are creatures that either make the tale or are the tale. Every tale is based on a specific character that understands it all. That kind who lives above the law, the kind that practices his own law. Maybe that character by the lack of a better word is the law. Do you think you are a legend? Do you think that you are the law? Because when you killed one of my dearest friends, it sure as hell looked like you practised some kind of law. Not ours, here in Russia, we have a government elected for that department. Last time I checked, America has the same. So what does that make you. A person without country? Please, enlighten me’, Groyetski told to the prisoner that was sitting opposite him.

Ivan Groyetski was an elder secret agent that dedicated his life in capturing Russian state enemy number six. The person that was known as one of America’s best assassins came to Russia, killed an American ambassador and a Russian minister. Groyetski used to be an athletic and tall man. However, since he was cripple during one of his missions, he lost height as well as muscles. Now that his nemesis was imprisoned, he was about to retire. Groyetski led an attack on one of his enemy associates called Jeremy Clegane. His attack squad was killed, only he survived.

‘With the lack of a good explanation Ivan, I am what you always dreamed about, maybe still dream about. You know, when you work for a government, you stop thinking and only do, in the positions we call or in my case called work. Or duty? But, let me say that I stopped giving a shit when I stumbled into something. Something I couldn’t’t just ignore, something you will never know about’, Mitch told Ivan in a normal and sharp tone.

Mitch Crowne didn’t speak for three months since the trade. He was traded for Eveline Turner months ago. Since Mitch was already imprisoned by Americans and became untouchable, the Russian secret service took Eveline Turner. The person that was able to track and trace Mitch and eventually capture him. Eveline Turner is a highly decorated agent which made her the perfect bargain to get the fugitive who was presumed death multiple times. Groyetski was at the scene when the trade was done by the two secret agencies that were involved. One was an American agency within the CIA. The other was a secret Russian agency programme that operated in the shadows. To protect the president, he himself didn’t knew about the existence.

Mitch Crowne was approximately 1.87 metres long and weighed now 85 kilogram. He wore a grey jumpsuit and was cuffed on both his wrists and feet. This was the last day he would spend imprisoned in Moscow. Tomorrow, he would be transported to a maximised security prison in Siberia.

‘You know what Mitch, you seem to be a guy that can keep a secret. This week I’ll quit the job. You were the only person I still had on my list you know. 2001. Nine damn years ago you killed yourself into my life and now I can finally tie this up. Thank you for that.’

‘Thank you for the appreciation Ivan. Really appreciate your interest in me. I mean, I have no experience in wasting so much time since I never needed so much. Is that how you guys operate? Every target one agent.. for life...? No wonder you lost the cold war!’

‘I am way too old and wise to discuss these irrelevant and childish subjects with you Mitch. Thought you were better than that. Never said a word for three months. Don’t you feel dry in your throat? Or is it already filled with shit.’

‘Ivan, Ivan, you’re right. So start fucking asking the right questions!’

‘The syndicate, as we call it’, Groyetski said while waiting patiently for Mitch to start talking. Mitch began to laugh. Ivan sighed deeply as he looked at the exit. ‘Mitch. Tomorrow you’ll go to a place that doesn’t offer the same circumstances as here. You might want to do me a favour, and I might do you a favour’, Ivan said irritated.

Mitch grinned. ‘Go f*ck yourself.’

Ivan stood up and looked down at the person that still intimidated him. Mitch Crowne was a legend. In the world in the shadows, his name was on top of wanted lists throughout the whole western, Asian, African and Australian part of the world. Since Mitch went rogue, the CIA had to open up about the assassin for their foreign partner agencies. Before he left the room, he took a last look at the person that would always be named together with his own career.

‘I don’t know what your motives are Mitch. Never cared either. But, you have valuable information about an organisation that might help you to the good places in hell. I suggest you start using them.’ Ivan concluded before the door was opened. Before he disappeared in the hall he was interrupted by Mitch.

‘You better watch your back Ivan. They come for you and from my point of view, you’re going to have a short retirement.’

Quibdo (Colombia), Restaurante Cocoa Gourmet, 1 January 2010

Since Hungary 2007 (A Dangerous Man) he disappeared off radar. Jeremy Clegane was a tall slim man with blonde hair. He used to work for the British government and eventually married another secret agent named Ayda Houser (Killing Crowne). Ayda Houser was about 25 centimetres shorter than him. She was more skilled in combat than Jeremy. Jeremy was a skilled gunman and one of the best hackers in the world.

Jeremy and Ayda eventually ended on Bora Bora where they tried to have a normal life. They stayed on the island for almost two years until both were so bored that they decided to take private contracts. No question asked, targets were taken out by the team. Only targets that of course concerned criminals. Eventually he received a phone call to do a friend a favour. Which he accepted. Before the heat was on to them, the pair disappeared again in 2008.

They were waiting for dinner and talking about the city that they arrived in today, Quibdo. A population that was estimated at approximately 100.000. It was raining today but, both Jeremy and Ayda didn’t’t care about weather. Then again, this area was known for its extremely wet and cloudy climate.

‘Don’t you think it’s beautiful?’, Ayda asked Jeremy while dinner was served.

Jeremy looked up and noticed that Ayda was smiling. She was looking at the locals that didn’t’t even ran through the streets. ‘In Europe they would run like little mousses you know’, she mentioned.

‘That sounds like a long time ago to me’, Jeremy answered while zipping his Gin Tonic.

‘Do you miss it?’ Ayda asked while she faced him. ‘I mean, the job, the adrenaline and the beautiful London.’

Jeremy grinned. ‘I never really was a city boy. You know that. And I don’t miss anything. All I need is sitting at this table.’

‘You’re so bad at being Mr. romantic Jer’, she said while laughing.

‘Or, you don’t have a clue what romance is. I was good back in the day.’

‘You weren’t’t. Or did you always put the females in danger and then saved them to get their attention.’

‘No, I only picked you out of the water.’

Both laughed. ‘So now that we both know that something, I mean some people don’t fit in well, what will be our game plan Jer?’

‘We need one alive’, Jeremy answered while the waitress came at their table. She put a tissue on their table and left in a hurry. ‘Wait, you...’, Jeremy said before he saw the text.

‘What does it say?’, Ayda asked after a few seconds.

‘Someone asks us politely not to waste body bags’, Jeremy said as he threw the tissue back on the table.

‘It’s Mr. Raymond’s signature. What does he want from us. How did he find us?’, Ayda wondered.

‘I don’t know, but, it seems that he has a job. That includes one of our old friends.’

‘Indeed. Does this mean we have to work together again with that scumbag Mitch?’

‘I’m asking myself if he betrayed you. Since you know stuff that is very useful to someone like Raymond.’

‘Can’t be true. He already knows what I know.’

‘Is Mitch up to something?’

‘What I’m asking myself is if we should even consider being interested. Working for Raymond means conflict. Conflict means that we risk our freedom.’

‘This answers one of your previous questions perfectly, doesn’t’t it?’, Jeremy said.

‘We don’t owe him nor Mitch anything!’

‘Mitch is not the one asking. So if Mr. Raymond wants us to help Mitch, than he really needs Mitch. This could be a simple job. Like a holiday trip.’

‘I don’t like Mitch.’

‘He’s not that bad. He’s just.. Mitch...’

‘He killed the vice-president Jeremy, without hesitation or regret.’

‘More like executed in front of everyone.’

‘So, are we interested?’

‘We are’, Jeremy concluded before both stood up and walked to the only other tourist looking guys in the restaurant. ‘Hello, want to join us for dinner?’, Ayda asked while Jeremy stood next to her.

Santa Domingo (Dominican Republic), Downtown 11 January 2010

Sandra Barros was 33 years old and living together with her fiancé Frederic Lauverré. Lauverré was of French descent and two years older