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Life Like Other People's

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“Jobs involving risk are available to men with military experience.” Ads like that are usually placed on the web to recruit mercenaries.

Mercenaries trickle down into some quiet corner of Europe where they muster to receive training and instructions as well as weapons and fake IDs. Then, one by one or in small groups, they find their way to some wretched hole in Africa or Latin America where a putsch needs to be staged in order to replace the bastards in power for some other bastards of the same kind.

When the job has been done, generous sums of money are transferred into the mercenaries’ accounts and they return to their comfortable countries to dissolve in some suburbs where they are to everyone just ordinary people. Ordinary people who occasionally go on business trips.

Some never make it back from their tours. The heirs then get insurance money. The mercenaries name their heirs themselves in the contract and they take this business very seriously.

For Kurt, a party leader, there was no question here: his only heir was his dear wife Elena. On the tours, he always carried her photo on him and, when things got hot, he took it out and whispered, “It’s for you, darling.” Along with the photo, he was carrying around a booklet advertising organic farming. A farm exactly like the one in the booklet he was going to build sometime to settle there with Elena. His henchmen saw both the photo and the booklet but nobody ever thought of making jokes about it – the thugs treated sentiments like that with respect. Also, Kurt had heavy fists.

The last tour was different. Kurt did not take out his wife’s photo. Constantly gloomy, he was finding faults with his subordinates, provoking them, and given the slightest reason, beating them up. When they arrived at the spot, the operating company started receiving reports that Kurt was putting his men at too much risk, himself sticking his neck out like crazy.

The company did not care: if a mercenary sought death, that was his problem provided he did his job. And Kurt had always delivered on the contract.

He delivered that time, too, but already after the operation had been completed his whole party got killed. According to the company’s intelligence, the mercenaries ran into a local drug trafficker band. Nothing out of the ordinary, things like that happened.