Memory Allocation Error
You are in Poland
He woke up with a headache, dizziness, and without memories again, but he didn’t know the “again” part yet. He straightened up and looked around, a room surrounded by decolored walls and one old window. There were a bathroom and a mirror in it. He looked at himself but didn’t recognize who he is looking at in the mirror. At that moment, a beep sound echoed. He checked his pockets and found an old phone. There was a text message;
Welcome back, Mr. Alessio. We know that the situation you are in is complicated, but you are a very precious asset for us, and the memory loss of you is for your welfare. Before we continue, know that you did lots of missions for us, and this one will be the last. You will thank us after completing this assignment as a rich man. There is one small detail before waking up in your very own bed in a mansion next time. Wait for further instructions and in the meantime, feel free to discover around. By the way, you are in Poland.
He read the message and put the phone in his pocket. According to the whole situation, he was very calm. Every cell of Alessio knew that he did this kind of thing before, and they were comfortable with these circumstances. So, he decided to look around one more time and his pockets; There was nothing out of place, just a simple old hotel room with Soviet Architecture high ceilings. He looked himself in the mirror again; he was wearing black jeans, a black t-shirt, a pair of cool army boots. He liked himself and the beard he has. It was giving a badass look to him. Too bad! There was nothing in his pockets.
It was time to go out. There was a jacket in the coat hanger next to the door.
He found a receipt and some cash in the inside pocket. He took the jacket and completed his badass look.
When he was leaving the hotel, he realized something; He could understand the language people speak.
On the outside; It was a long busy street. There were a lot of places which full of people. He saw the time on the big street clock it was 11.30 pm. Behind the clock, there was the bar from the receipt.
He sat on one of the bar chairs in the 24 hours open place and ordered seven shots of their homemade vodka-lemon. He noticed that he did this in Polish. He was impressed by himself. Somehow he knew that he is not Polish, though. He mumbled to himself. “Alessio, hmm, maybe Italian.”
He drank all of the shots one after another. It was an act of a person who wants to be drunk. When the glasses are empty, he asked the bartender where can he go next, and the bartender gave a direction to a club. Alessio was having fun so far; he liked that girl’s eyes on him.
It was easy to found the club, nobody asked for anything at the door, he was a cool, handsome guy; free entrance to most places. His body was craving for more alcohol, so his legs did the job and took him to the bar area. A minute later, there was a whisky in his hands. It was clear that he is not a whisky guy after taking one sip. He liked the rhythm he feels in his top of body hairs with the fainting sense of alcohol, though.
After some time, he went to the bathroom and saw the message that came to a while ago. He was peeing to the fruits in a horizontal pissoir for multiple people with the phone in his hand.
First message;
Go to the toilet!
He smiled.
Second message;
3rd cabin! Now!
He finished, looked back, saw someone is leaving the 3rd cabin. And went inside the toilet cabin; There was a gun with a silencer and full ammo. He took it, left the toilet. Checked his mobile phone, again;
Mayhem, club, go! Now!
He started to like the orders he is getting. It was something familiar. Alessio went out and asked where is Mayhem to the two girls which smoking cigarettes. They gave direction to him. One of them said; Maybe, we should take you there! She was holding Alessio’s arm and smiling. He pushed her arm a little and moved.
Nobody asked for anything again. Mayhem was very crowded. After passing the cloakroom line, he checked his phone one more time;
28, blonde, 173cm, blue dress, dragon tattoo in the right arm, Eliminate! Silent! Now!
He knew this and ready for it.
He looked around, couldn’t see the target, and decided to go to the dance floor, to downstairs.
There was she, exactly like in the text. She was gorgeous and shining, so even when you glance from the stairs, you could see her in the middle of the dance floor. Alessio was ready to kill her. The dance floor was very crowded, so one close shot and leave the place. He was sure that his friends dealt with the security cameras. Too easy.
He was passing the people who are dancing one by one. The humanity switch was off, and the adrenaline was max. When he was about the be next to her, he reached his gun. Suddenly the girl looked at Alessio, and first, she was surprised then after smiled at him.
Giorgio?
In the meantime;
- Abord mission! Abord mission! Send our guys! NOW! Permission to kill both!
- How did this happen? Didn’t we do the background research?
- We did! There was no one he knew in Poland. He learned Polish because his psychologist thought it is a way to make him busy. He spent all his life in the war zones, and he had PTSD when he went back to Sicily. He lost all his money for the usual stuff; drugs, alcohol, gambling, girls. So, he was ready to accept our offer when we came.
- We need a new subject. And let’s dig deep this time.
- Yeah!
- I liked the thing that you made him believe he did a lot of missions for us.
- Thank you. Okay, everyone! Go back to work!
The song of the writing is Harvey by Młody Jimm & Fabijański
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NadAjmbj2so
PS; The story belongs to me. There is nothing related to the song.