All Chapters of The Liberal Assassin: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chuckling nervously I reassured Felix that it wasn't necessary. For Felix Riggs – the wealthiest man on Luna to call me on his own accord in the middle of the night meant a great deal to me. I met the man at one of the extravagant parties for elite businessmen that Alastair had forcefully persuaded me to attend. In a nutshell, there was a man who was trying to get Felix to invest in his company and I overheard their conversation by chance. I didn't know who Felix was at that point of time but the man who was trying to get Felix to invest had a reputation for deceiving investors. After the investors made a credit-deposit, he would transfer the investment funds from a back door to his personal credit account before winding up the bogus company. From the goodness at the bottom of my heart, I exposed the fraudster and gained the good graces of Felix Riggs. The wealthy entrepreneur offered to add me to his contact lists out of gratitude to

"Place that box to the left. I'll unpack that later. The table goes here. Yes, please help me fix the shutters. Ah, you can leave the equipment against that wall…" Eleven in the morning and I was already busy with the office. Felix really didn't have to get such a huge office for me. I suppose the good thing was how I had a secure place for Night Walker's activities with all the security and privacy. I'm not entirely over how the entire floor was made into my private office and even the lift to this level was only accessible with my identity card. The robotic movers helped shift the heavy equipment. Things were progressing really smoothly and everything should be done with it by the end of the day. Of course, the office had everything including a pantry and a bathroom with shower facilities. Did Felix expect me to pull all-nighters in my office? Then again, that man knew how much of a workaholic I was. Perhaps it isn't a coincidence t

Using the private network, I gave Nash a call. No more than three buzzes later, his gruff voice greeted me. With a chirpy tone fully intended to annoy him, I returned the greeting. "Hey, old man! How have you been?" "Cut the small talk, brat. I've known you long enough. How are things progressing on your end? You haven't been coming to visit lately." I chuckled. "Aww, how sweet… Are you feeling lonely without me around, Papa?" I could almost see Nash cringing at the word 'Papa'. Half expecting him to yell at me and cut the line, I was surprised to only to hear a heavy sigh from the other side. He didn't even bother retorting! Is Spxtro going to end tomorrow? "Whatever. Is it tough over there?" I got the underlying message and to be honest, I was far from fine. The office was solace but the apartment in Area Thirty could do with some work. The walls are

The trip was short and unfulfilling. The feeling only became stronger and it was becoming hard to ignore as I scaled up the outside of the building. Tapping on the window of the fourteenth floor, I waited for the man to respond. After a minute of waiting and still no response, I decided to let myself in. The room was dark and hardly furnished. To the left was a small desk with a work terminal. To the right was a bed that looked as if someone had slept in it till recently. There were no other doors in the room except the one leading to the main corridor. From Kevin's report, Ignacio was somewhere in this room. Approaching the empty bed, my hitman senses tingled. The sheets felt warm to touch as if someone had been sleeping in it till recently. There wasn't time to think when I caught some movement from the corner of my eye. Ducking down out of reflex, I twisted around just in time to see my attacker hold a rather harmless

It was quiet. Tension was in the very air we breathed and every channel showed the same thing.Four days after the murder of the century's most promising scientist, the media continued to hound for answers. Spencer remained tight-lipped as usual but anybody could see how livid he was. "The Night Walker is an extremely dangerous person who should not be allowed to walk in the Inner City. We are unable to reveal any details about Raoul Harper's murder but there is one thing we know for sure. The Night Walker is responsible." As expected of Spencer, he was faster than I gave him credit for. Even after wiping out all physical traces, I couldn't erase eyewitnesses. Tired of hearing the repetition of Spencer's warning and advice for citizens to lock up at night and add extra security measures, I put the tablet to sleep. When Mia was murdered in cold blood, no one bothered to offer a single word of console or remorse for