Bought and Paid For

One gold coin... That's all it took... Staring at the engraving of a proud bald eagle etched carefully into the back of the gold coin didn't help calm my nerves. Right next to it were the words so proudly touted by the Junto: E Pluribus Unum. What a crock of shit. That ass hole kept touting around those words every time he made one of his grand speeches, even had the nerve to say it to me when he recruited me that day.

Now look where I am. Behind the wheel of a beat up car, on the side of the road at night in the middle of bum fuck nowhere with nothing to my name but the very coin I'm currently resenting. Hell, this ass hole wants me to even give up my name. He doesn't even want me to have the last thing that distinguishes me from everyone else... God... Why am I doing this? Is this really what I want? This couldn't possibly be the right way to go about it...

A car drove past on the dark dirt road. I had to pull over to think things through. Really get a grip on what my life has become... Where I'm going... I keep my promises, most of all to myself. And I had promised myself if things got this bad, I wouldn't take the easy way out... He wanted to give me time to think... He wanted me to know exactly what I was getting into... He didn't want to give me the opportunity to blindly follow his orders in order to achieve what we needed...

No, despite the dire circumstances he still wouldn't allow me to do what I was trained to do. To act. Well, you happy now? Here I am with this stupid fuckin' gold coin you gave me as a memento when you left and gave me my final orders. I just want to throw it. The dim glow of the radio light reflected off it, giving me just enough light to see In God We Trust. Thankfully, that did give me some comfort. At least I knew now that my life was in his hands.

Even if it may not be for long. The radio finally kicked in. Sweet Home Alabama by Skynyrd. I turned the beater on, and it's loud engine roared through the non-existent muffler. People definitely would know someone came along this way, even if it was farmer Joe about a mile away comfy in his home. One last thing... Grabbing the dog tag around my neck, I ripped it off it's chain, and retied it to the rear view mirror. I could barely make out the Pinks engraving on it. The last of my legacy... It's time to end this.

I put the car in gear, and stepped on the gas. A small river ran through past the farm land, and required a bridge to be built about a mile away. The car that passed me was already long gone, and had passed over the bridge itself. Now it was my turn... I'm ready... I can do this... It's time to end this... I stepped on the pedal, making as much noise as I could. The engine nearly seized, being worked too hard. It got me to my final destination though.

I could barely see even with the lights on. It's not that there wasn't light. I'm pretty sure the moon was out, and it was clear. But I had tunnel vision. I couldn't see anything else. There was this moment, and nothing else. A cracking, and a thud finally joined the loud hum of the engine, and I knew that it had finally come. The concrete bridge collapsed, as it was supposed to. I slammed on the brakes, and my car began it's fast descent into the surprisingly deep river below. The car slammed into the river's surface and I jerked forward.

Blackness followed... All according to plan... All according to that stupid gold coin that had purchased my soul...