“If you are reading this then congratulations, someone cares enough to train you. In here I will be going through all the things that I wish someone had told me. While this won’t insure your survival while you work it will help so pay attention.
Before I let you go forward there is one very important rule you need to know. If you are in the game for a while you will hear about The Bunker. It’s a hotel I run that caters to the world’s top mercenaries and free agents. Don’t cause trouble anywhere near it and if you do come find me and apologize. Reputation is everything in this business and I won’t go easy on you otherwise.”
John leaned back in his chair and stared at the screen. He had been wondering what to do since he retired and it had finally hit him. All throughout his career he had wanted to be able to ask someone with more experience what to do so why not make a guide for the ones that would come after him. After all a bad job, could screw with the whole community and he was going to be around for a while.
The knock on his door brought him out of his reverie. Sighing he unplugged his brain from the computer and went to the door. A thought undid the electromagnetic lock and a flick of the wrist threw the door open. In the hall was a man in a lab coat. The facial recognition in his eye identified him as one of the senior researchers at Prometheus Inc., one of the Big Three and the one most focused on development of pharmaceuticals, and he looked nervous. “Um, hello mister um…” he stumbled over his words.
John interrupted him before he could embarrass himself “Relax, you can call me Mr. Doe. I retired so I hope this isn’t a job.”
The man was intimidated by John’s reputation and was scared because a job was exactly what he had. “Um, I’m sorry but my boss says he needs someone to keep an eye on things. We have this new team that we are sending to one of our domes and…I have a file.” He said as he pulled a standard mission briefing file out of his lab coat.
John grumbled about his retirement but took the file anyway. The job was a burn job if he had ever seen one. An offsite research laboratory had gone dark and the team was supposed to go in and check out the facility, kill any escaped test subjects and destroy anything weird. There was just one problem “You’re sending a bunch of newbies into a biohazard situation. Are you insane?” He couldn’t keep the ire out of his voice and the man flinched. “This isn’t fully official, is it?” He said sighing.
“No not exactly. I hope that isn’t going to be a problem”
John smirked. “No, it’s your guys’ funerals. Your sending an untested group into a situation where an experienced team would be cautious. What does it have to do with me?”
“We um, we want you to oversee it. That’s not a problem, is it?”
“R.E.T.I.R.E.D. What part of that do you not understand…” The team’s dossiers had been in the mission file and one of the names had caught his eye. “I’ll take it. But tell your boss that if something goes wrong he dies. Now get out.” The scientist ran faster than he had ever ran before. A thought resealed the door and opened the back room where he stored his gear. Once he was suited up he slapped the intercom to broadcast to the whole building “The Bunker is calling her due people. I need a shock wagon on standby for the next 24 hours.” There was bound to be someone in The Bunker who could get him a shock wagon and they were duty bound to get him one. It wasn’t long before one of the regulars said that he had one and would be up for it. “Good, pack suppression weaponry for at least four and get some biohazard gear. I owe you one.”
“By the way John, weren’t you supposed to be retired. I thought you weren’t going to be taking jobs anymore.” There was a hint of sadness in his voice. He was one of the older guys and the retirement had given him hope.
John thought about it for a minute and decide to let him know what was up. “It’s Reynolds’ daughter. Her green run is a biohazard burn job.” The regular just ended the call. There wasn’t anything left to be said. Reynolds was a damned saint to free agents and he had sacrificed himself on his last mission. Worst of all Reynolds had been the last of John’s team to die and had been the catalyst for his retirement.
When the time to leave came the regular was already waiting. He had packed a set cryo-pulse cannons and some good old-fashioned machine guns. “Where’s your mask?” He asked referring to the skull mask that had become his staple.
John smiled “I only wear that when someone is going to die. Plus, didn’t you hear The Angel of Death retired. I’m just John Doe, an old man helping the child of an old friend.” He cast his eyes down remembering something “Besides this isn’t an official job. It would cause too many problems if I went as my old persona.”