November 2008
Glenn has been quite busy these past few months. There's a lot of things that keeps him occupied and it suits his need because staying idle becomes extremely boring for him. He hired several types of martial arts instructor to teach him different kinds of styles like Krav Maga, Taekwondo, Mua Thai and Combat Tai chi.
With his brain capacity to learn, he was able to master these four types of martial arts within six months with a few days off each month due to his mercenary career. For him with the foundation of six form style, these four martial arts style seem more simple than he thought.
Elle and John also visited him whenever they are not busy and sometimes, even when he's gone, they stayed at the penthouse with the assistance of Brian. He has given them a key card anyway and they can stay there whenever they want.
When Elle first visited his home, her mouth couldn't close for a long time because it's her first time seeing such beautiful unit. Elle enjoyed visiting and staying there as it feels like she's on vacation every time. All thanks to the pool at the balcony and the amazing city lights view during the night. Plus, she could do whatever she want and there's a console in the living room bought by Glenn for entertainment.
On the other hand, his mercenary work is heading on the right track, at least according to his plan. Ever since he registered in a particular site in the dark web for mercenary work, he has been traveling a lot local and overseas.
His particular assignments—the ones who which others already took but failed to complete.
Most of it were assassinations and sabotage. But while the others sometimes work in groups, he remained solo no matter the difficulty. Although this is the case, his record of completion rate remains a hundred percent and his rate of price also climbs. Now his rate ranges from 5 million to 10 million depending on the difficulty of the assignments. Of course he screens his targets with the help of Daisy which earn her a portion of money. Like a partnership, he gave her the name and let her investigate if the target of assassination deserves it or not. He declines the assignments if the target is still redeemable according to his deeds. Once he received the information from Daisy, that's the only time he woud accept and make his move. His speed of completion is usually within 48 hours and 72 hours max.
He remembered the first assassination he took which held in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. His target was a local drug lord and is tyrant. He killed each of his underlings in one quiet night while saving the drug lord for last. He tied up that local tyrant to left hand of christ the redeemer statue while making him a target practice for shooting. Then he threw some coconuts with all his strength which put a hole on the drug lord's stomach and a hole that hand. He then used Geppo to take a picture before sending it to his client.
Then there was also the time when he went to an extraction mission. The assignment was urgent and the mission is to rescue a rich spoiled girl being held as a hostage. His original plan is to secure the hostage and kill the hostage takers but the attitude of the girl is so obnoxious and loud. This led to his decision to just take away the girl 'unconscious' not bothering to clean up the hostage takers. His assignment and system quest only requires him to save the girl anyway despite being tempted to keep her silent forever.
On the other hand, sabotage missions are missions that requires him to retrieve, destroy or stop any technology that threathens a certain group of people in order to save them.
One such mission was when he was sent to Sudan. According to the client, they received some intel that there's a bomb workshop in one of the residential buildings located somewhere in the village. This kind of bomb is not like the good old fashion home made bombs, but a kind of something well funded by someone. One wrong move and the entire village will turn to ash so he used soru and shigan like a ghost while storing the modern-made bombs in his storage space.
Most clients in these kind of missions are the military government. At first, only few important figures in business world knew him, then his completion rate started to became famous in business circle until one of them recommended him to the military. Through recommendations, he earned some connections with government. He even have direct contact with the vice president and the undersecretary of defense.
And since he usually accepted missions from a failed attempt which end up being completed by him, they started to call him 'The Handyman' who fixes everything. When he first hears his moniker in the mercenary world, he scoffs at it. Then he had gotten used to it and deep inside, he actually liked it. He even started to make calling cards for it.
The calling card was sleek glossy black and there are only two information written on it. One was the gold arial bold letters that spells Handyman. Then under the name was his phone number which is connected to his den-den mushi, completely untraceable. This card can only be given to a selected individuals with a lot of influence and of course, a lot of money.
He also didn't bother putting some mask since it wouldn't make any difference and his goal is to become well-known in the mercenary circle. And since he has some connections with the military, no one bothered to arrest him. With just a few calls, he can just escape any warrant of arrest.
During this past months, he also continuously consume sea king meat which bolsters his muscles strength. And with this, he was able to execute the six marine style much more easily and longer before his stamina runs out.
There were also this one strange encounter when he went to New York for an escort assignment. Once he's done, he went to the convenient store to buy a cigarette when he heard some gun shots nearby. Out of curiosity, he went towards the area just to watch and see what's going on when he saw a man wearing black windbreaker groaning in pain. He was bleeding so bad he could see multiple wounds on his body caused by a gun shots. He was sure this guy is related to the shoot out he heard earlier.
Since he's already there, he checked first his identity by checking his wallet and he was surprised to find out who it was. After knowing it was Frank Castle, he went and helped the man who has just lost consciousness. He carried him to his rented room and help him nurse his wounds.
Glenn's line of thinking evolved his future goals and seeing Frank solidified his ambition to form a team of heroes for hire. Having his own group opens up a new avenue of possibilities and cards to play at the table.
When Frank woke up, Glenn introduced himself and surprisingly, he knew him. Then Glenn gave him his famous calling card telling him if he needs help, he can reach out. Frank became suspicious that time so Glenn told him honestly that he might need his help someday hoping he could return the favor. Frank didn't say anything and just grabbed the card tucking it securely in his pocket. Before Frank left, Glenn gave him a gun and pain killers for his wound.
That's the last time he heard of Frank but he is confident that he would be able to hear from him some time in the future.
At present, Glenn was at the bar not far from his penthouse. He was sipping a Bourbon whiskey frowning. He was dressed in his usual professional attire—an armani black suit and vest while wearing a maroon inner long sleeve shirt. His necktie was loosened indicating he's in his personal time at the moment. His black gloves gleamed in leather. He took a cigarette in his inner pocket, lighting it up. He drag a long puff before exhaling the smoke as he tried to ponder why he's getting uneasy.
After finishing his whiskey, he paid the bartender and went back home still lost in his thoughts. He was sure that he didn't leave anything missing so why there's this feeling that he lost something.
When finally came home, he heard his den-den mushi ring.
Perepere pere pere!!! Perepere pere pere!!
He answered the call and heard a familiar voice on the other line.
"Glenn! Thank god you finally answered."
Glenn frowned when he heard uncle John's voice on the other line in an anxious tone.
"Hey, uncle. It's been a while. What happened?"
"Listen to me Glenn, Ellle has gone missing! Please help me find her."
"Hey, uncle. Have you ever thought that Elle is in rebellious pace of age? Maybe she was just in her classmate's spending an all-nighter."
"No, Glenn. You don't understand. If that was the case, she could've called me but she's been missing for three days!"
"WHAT?!!"
"Please, Glenn. Help me find her."
Glenn's face turned from shock to serious.
"I got it, uncle. I'm on it. Give me 72 hours max."
Once the call ended, he couldn't help but sigh and muttered.
"So that's why I'm getting uneasy, huh."
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Next day
After visiting the stressed uncle John, he quickly made his way towards Elle's school. After asking around her classmates, he went to the houses of the ones who are close to Elle and asked their parents. Unsurprisingly, they were anxious too after finding out their kids has gone missing too. Fortunately, he acquired some vital information of the place where Elle and her classmates might have been before they are gone missing.
Thanking the parents, he immediately went to the place in his professional attire. It was actually a night club famous in the area and since the sun is still up high, he waited from the nearby cafe tinkering with is laptop chatting with Daisy online until sundown and the bar opened.
When he saw the night club opened, he quickly went inside and weave his way through the crowd dancing on the dance floor. He ignored the look he received from the beauties trying to work their on him and went straight to the back.
Then Glenn stopped at a door guarded by a big white guy wearing a leather jacket. The man look at Glenn in provocative disdain as if he can't wait to beat the shit of out Glenn.
Glenn on the other hand was unperturbed, taking a cigarette from his inner shirt and lighting it up before exhaling the smoke towards the big guy.
"I need to see your boss so you better get the fuck out of my sight or call your boss to see me."
The man laughed with what he said and replied in a thick russian accent.
"You are brave little man, perhaps--"
He was cut off by a sudden barrel of gun pointed at his chin.
"Call your boss, big guy."
The big guy put his hands in the air at first and then reached out to his inner pocket to fish out a radio.
"Zzzt-- Boss, someone here is looking for you."
"Zzzzt-- bring him over."
Glenn put out his gun after he heard that while the man stepped aside as he opened the door behind him.
As Glenn stepped inside, he heard the man say while smiling maliciously.
"I hope you come out alive, little man. Hehehe."
Glenn stopped for a second before continuing as he said.
"We'll see, big guy. I hope you'll welcome me back."