White Pawn
Later I confronted Sylvia in
the parking area. We had waited
“Sylvia, I am no killer.” I
told her off. “I agreed to your methods, but I specified no killing.”
“There were no killings.”
Sylvia fought back. “I only tortured them.”
“Well, it looked ~” I could
not find the words for it. She had them tortured and then lashed together with
photos of them in compromising positions before she emailed it out.
“Micheal, if you are not up
to it. Then leave me alone.” Sylvia grabbed me by the shoulders. “Your brother
did not die back there.”
I wanted to reply but found
my portable ringing. It was Marlene again. I been ignoring her calls but that
time I took it.
“Marlene, it’s me.” Her reply
was a smattering of indecent words and curses, before she mellowed down to the
real thing.
“Do you know where to find
Sylvia Gates? I can’t find here anywhere.”
“How would I know? You told me
yourself, Sylvia is not here.” I retorted back.
“Sylvia Graden is Sylvia
Gates. You were investigating the Tempest.” Marlene was not buying my excuse.
“You had long suspected it.”
“Did you see the news break?”
Marlene changed subject. “It’s about the Mayor.”
Shucks! The news had been
made public. I turned to look for Sylvia but she had sneaked off when I was on
the line.
Dark Knight
I had pulled myself out of
the house and made it to rear of the house. I stumbled on a fallen rifle; a M4
which can be used as a sniper rifle. I took it up and leveled at the trees. I
saw Mitch took down the second sniper, and with his back turned to me, I fired.
I aimed at his shoulder but the bullet hit his left arm. He dropped out of
sight but I had to move. I was to take this fight on my own. I don’t need him
to protect me, or get killed in the process. He does not know who we are
dealing with.
I made my way to the bottom
of the hill and found the two vehicles parked there. I took one for my trip to
the city. I need to find the Queen to understand the situation. I was not to
bargain for the patrol car signaling me to stop.
“Damn!” I was sure that the
speed was within the speed limits, but I had to oblige to avoid any attention.
I pulled over and waited for the officers. There were one in the patrol car,
and he was walking towards me. He was a tall one with his dark shades, and seen
holding the stick.
Most unusual, as that was not
the norm here.
“Licence,…Miss.” I heard the
request, but I was without one.
“Officer, I ~” I tried to
explain but he asked me to step out.
That was expected.
“Spread your legs and lean on
the car.” I did as he requested. It was a good view with my hotel maid uniform.
I braced myself for the rubdown, but he gave me a jab with the stick into my
left kidney. That hurt when I went down onto the car top, while he followed on
with the stick on the front of my neck. He was pulling it against my throat for
the killing choke, but I had my share of back stabbers.
I had on my boots with the
two inch high heard heels. I kicked back hard on his left shin, and then the
inner calf. He moved to cover for his pain, and that was when I turned my body
for the elbow blow into his chin. He went backwards, but I followed on with a body
slam. We fell together on the ground but I had my advantage of the ladies
favorite; the knee kick into his groin.
I pulled myself while
grabbing his service gun. The officer was groaning on the ground, when I
crouched down next to him. It was un-lady like posture, but the condemned
needed a last view. I pulled out his gun from his holster; left mine in the car
when I stepped out.
“Never refuse a lady’ butt
when it’s offered bent over.” I told him and placed the gun in between his
thighs. I gave him a scrotum with the bullet traveling up his groin to the
chest. It was then I saw the portable in his pocket. I took it and searched the
numbers log.
I remembered that number.
Mrs.Treacher.
This was getting more
interesting.
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