Why I Became a Contractor: Part 29

Thursday, 12th of April 2018. Bunker. Cafetaria. 0200 Hours.

Aline made coffee for both of us. I sipped the coffee as I smelled the victory coming in front of me. Julian was a very good intel source. It had been no longer than two hours and we already had a lot of intel. It was a good sign considering destroying a drug cartel branch required a lot of effort.

"More?" Aline held the coffee mug in her hands.

"Yes please." Aline poured more coffee on my mug.

Aline smiled smugly. She knew that I was happy which was a good sign. Aline knew that I wouldn't be doing any suicide in a short period of time, but she couldn't guarantee that I would stop my chain of revenge. It was not her decision to stop that, all she could do was to support me and hope that I didn't die in the process.