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The deal with Khonshu had gotten complicated. After the event with Harrow and his crew, his fellow alters had the bright idea of trying to break off the agreement they had with the moon god. Jake of course would retaliate against this but they didn't have to know. Made his job a hell of a lot easier without having them as distractions for future jobs when he had to deal with some seriously bad characters that deserved a good beating.
Get to it the bird resounded.
"I'm getting to it, gotta let me change so they don't realize, pendejo..".
The longer he's out there with Amit the more dangerous it is for other souls. It's best to get this done quickly and discreetly Lockley.
Jake sighs, preparing himself for another job with a breathing exercise beforehand. Sometimes the god would get on his nerves and he'd lose concentration whenever he tried to nitpick whatever he was doing. It annoys the god but he doesn't care, it takes a good amount of focus to make sure neither Marc nor Steven has even the smallest chance of interfering. This must go perfectly or his respective alters would blow a fuse if they found out what that bird had in mind for their little breakup. Jake.
He was all he needed. He grabs his cap and heads out of his apartment, feeling Khonshu's presence following closely behind. Getting into the limo he bought with cash the day before with fake information provided by an associate, he heads off to finally get his hands on the man that was causing him and his boss so much trouble. As he's driving he senses Konshu manifesting himself in the backseat.
Don't forget your most important tool he says as the glove box opens, at Khonshu's command he assumes.
"Ay gracias, missed having a viable weapon on hand, not that the suit is useless but this is more reliable." He glances at his rearview mirror and sees the god looks different, he's in a brand new suit of his own design, leg crossed over the other in an expectant manner.
"Wow looky here, dressed for the occasion jefe?" Jake retorts as he chuckles to himself at the idea of the god getting in such fancy attire for a job like this.
It's not just any job Lockley. You take out Harrow and we get to begin a new chapter in our line of work. He starts feeling a warmth pool in his belly that he hasn't felt in a long time. It's a pleasant feeling that comes along when he gets excited about a big job but hasn't come on strongly in a long time. The last time he felt it was when he killed for Khonshu for the first time.
He got tipped off by the god on a drug lord down south doing some heinous things. Executions, torture, the usual things you'd see from scum like that. When the moon god first appeared to him, Jake was weary and had originally thought it could've been his sanity finally breaking. He was proven wrong when he bothered to follow up on his visions of the god. He reached his target, cornered the rat in a safe house, and got him to beg for mercy on his knees. It was something special. He wasn't going crazy, seeing a supposed moon god speak to him to kill people that have done unspeakable things, it was all true. Knonshu provided him an outlet for all his twisted desires that would benefit them mutually.
Khonshu got his ideal avatar to rid the living world of all the people that deserved it while Jake had the pleasure of hunting down and snuffing the life out of them for as long and painfully as he desired. This job didn't require that though, it was going to be quick due to the location and it had to be clean. He has to be more careful of his surroundings going forward as now Steven and Marc think they're "free" of the moon god. They'll never be free of him. As long as he's around to say something about it. Giving up this outlet would only make it worse for everybody, he'd lose his opportunity to make the world a better place without needing to hide his true self.
They get to their destination. He parks up in front of the entrance to have a clear route toward their next stop after picking him up from the psych ward Marc dropped him off in, so pathetic. Jake keeps the car running and his information ready to be presented at the desk.
"I don't get why he would keep that bastard breathing, in a place like that of all places. Merece estar debajo del mar por todo lo que hizo."
Amit is in a prison of her own making. Those buffoons thought trapping her would keep the world safe but it just gives her time to plot their next moves more accordingly. It's a risk I'm not willing to take.
Jake nods as he scans the papers for any inconsistencies that could arouse suspicion in the clinic. He furrows his brow when he sees several errors in the paperwork.
"Cabron!" He mutters as he crumples up the papers he'd just been examining.
Does that mean you're not getting it done? The god asks in annoyance.
"No, just means this job is going to have to be a messy one. Asshole ripped me off with those papers, he'll get what's coming when I'm done here" he says as he takes his gun and trusty hunting knife with him so as to not cause any unnecessary panic or worse, attract the authorities before he can get away.
Do what needs to be done, my knight. He takes those as demands rather than words of encouragement, for as long as he's known him, he's always had that classic cold charm.
He feels the sensation again, giving him another boost of encouragement to make this one of his finest hours. Jake steps out of the vehicle, surveying his surroundings so as to not encounter potential witnesses. It was a Thursday so most people usually coming in and out are the patients themselves, giving him the chance to be more nonchalant with his approach. As he steps in, the clinic is fairly empty, with only one person at the desk to deal with. He'd always despised hospitals, wretched places you get thrown into when you're not meeting the expectations of the rest of society. He could've ended up here if he wasn't careful and allowed himself to run wild at Marc's expense.
"Welcome sir, how may I help you?" the male receptionist inquires as Jake leans into the desk.
"I came to visit a patient, the name is Arthur Harrow, which room is he in?" he asks quickly as the longer he's in here the more he incriminates himself and his alters. The receptionist gives him a look,
"They're having their free time right now and visiting hours are closed, sorry about that, anything else I can help you with?" he says with a belittling tone. Jake didn't bother checking visiting hours and now he has to wait to kill a man? There's no chance he's missing his moment now.
"There is-uh can you take me to your restroom? Had a long drive and feeling a bit carsick" he says with a more lighthearted tone than he's used to.
The man sighs and reluctantly answers, "Alright sir, I'll lead the way and you just follow" he says begrudgingly, sounding almost hesitant to take him there. As his back is turned he snatches a portfolio with patient records and schedules into his jacket for later use. The receptionist turns without realizing it and waves him over to where the restroom is supposed to be.
As they're walking along long corridors he takes his chance, grabbing the man from behind and dragging him behind another counter, gloved hand over his mouth so he doesn't scream. He writhes and panics but Jake has an iron grip on the unsuspecting man, whipping out his hunting knife, he cuts across his throat, careful to not get any blood spatter on himself. A gurgling sound breaks the silence of the scuffle, letting the man drop to the floor behind a counter.
He sees the life slowly drain from him and his struggle dying down along with him. He could have waited until they reached the bathroom but it was deeper inside the hospital, something he wished to avoid doing in order to get away quickly. He leaves the man's corpse and as he's walking down a corridor he takes the records out from his jacket and scans the through the names of all the crazy sods locked up in this place and where they should be according to their time sheets. A few rows down he sees it. Harrow.