The Pawn’ Clashes
Dark Pawn
Sylvia Graden
White Pawn
Micheal Darren
Dark Knight - Killer
Billie Diane / Billy Dane
Dark Bishop - Hired Killer
Mitch Dane / Brennan.
Dark Queen - Leader
Mary Ketch
White King - Leader
Marlene Phillips.
Dark Pawn
I tried to find Mary Levine
Ketch. That name did not exist on records; it was totally wiped out. The best
was not in the Department records, but how the record was maintained. I still
had friends who knew more friends, and they are very influential to work the
records back to the untarnished situation.
Mary Levine Ketch re-surfaced
on the records.
It did not take long.
I found the Queen.
Mary Ketch had changed to
Mary Stewart.
She’s the Special Liaisons
Officer of the City Mayor.
The doorbell rang, and I
looked up from the laptop. I was in a hotel room in downtown dressed in my
terry robe after a morning shower. I booked in since the apartment was sealed
off for investigation by the cops on Alice’ death.
“Room service.” I recalled
calling for a meal to be deliver up. I walked to open the door for the hotel staff.
“Hello, Ms. Chambers.” The
hotel staff pushed the cart in. He had called me by my registered name. “This
is the morning papers as requested.”
The hotel staff passed me a
duffle bag which he had taken from beneath the food tray. I took it and checked
the contents. It was what I ordered from Peter’s. The hotel staff then passed
me a message.
“Peter message for you.” The
hotel staff spoke up. “Alice was killed by the organization known as the
chessmen. They are looking for you.”
The Hotel Staff passed me a list.
“The brokers who financed
Chessmen.” I took the list. It contained three names. On it was one familiar
name; Peter.
It was my instinct which made
me jumped aside when the staff had the ice pick aimed at my neck. I rolled with
the jump towards the settee. I got up into a crouch looking at the staff with
his first attempt missed. He rushed towards me, but then I was ready. The low
swinging kick of mine caught the rushing man and brought him down. When he fell
next to me, I brought my right elbow hard on his spine. I turned my body to lay
the left knuckle jab into the back of his neck.
Just when I thought it was
over, another staff appeared at the doorway.
I should have known.
Peter team worked in pair.
The second assailant was
alerted to the fighting and came rushing in. He was armed with a gun in his
right hand. I got up to run towards the duffel bag, but he had kicked the food
cart towards me, and then ran for the cover of the armchair. It knocked into
me, but I made it to the duffel bag. I grabbed and rolled with it.
I reached in and pulled out the
dagger. Peter had a shipment of my preference; the commando dagger named as
Fairbairn Sykes fighting knife. It’s a double edged fighting knife resembling a
dagger. I threw it like a throwing dagger at the assailant. I aimed it at the
assailant’ throat but I got instead was his chest.
I was out of practice for
some times. The last time I did the throwing act was months ago, for a client
who likes to be on the board. The assailant did not hesitate to lay me one shot
before he ran out of the room.
Damn! There must be a
contract out on my name. I knew Peter will work for anyone when money is involved.
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