Dark Bishop
I looked at the names; the
list of names given to me. The employer had given me the resources to do an
extensive detail background on the list of hits. I do not question my
employer’s selection, as long as I got paid. That was one of my exclusive
traits as a professional assassin. This was not my first contract, nor would it
be my last.
The list contains seven
names, and three were ticked off. The next one was a lady, but the folder after
it was the one I was most keen was below. It was marked Billy Dane. Damn! He
looked beautiful in the photo; or shall I call him as Billie. He was never the
same, not after Dad made him into that image. I recalled the day after I killed
the old man; we were holed up in a rented room. He was shaking from the ordeal,
and muttering to himself.
"Billy, get hold of your
own self." I grabbed him by the shoulders. He was past listening and
continued his sobering. I slapped him and then punched him like Dad. He went
down whimpering and then cowered on his side. I carried him to the bed, and climbed
in with him, I spooned myself behind him. I held him close and shared his pain.
We slept that day and the next few days; every time we climbed into the bed
together. He becoming more comfortable with it, and soon my lust overcome my
senses.
"Mitch, hold me."
Billy was in his vest and shorts. I held him tight, and the unexpected
happened. It was that Billy was not the only one which had gay tendency. I was
too, but hidden from him and Dad. It was just so unexpected. We were never brothers;
I was adopted by his mother and taken in by the family. I did that to return
the favor for his mother.
Soon I was to returned the
favor to Dad; my adopted father. I will kill the son whom he hated.
Dark Queen
I replaced the receiver on
its holder. It had been a bad day and that last news, was worse. I picked up
the fork and picked at the remaining lunch. By then I had lost my appetite and
pushed it away.
"Arrange for Rook' burial
expenses." I told Mrs. Treacher.
In the tenure of my
operation, I had lost many key figures, of some were kins. Virginia was one of
the best, but there were others too, but it was all part of the game. Pieces
may be sacrificed in the game. It’s the strategy of the game.
"Mrs. Treacher, call in
the favors. Find out where Virginia been lately." I hate to lose good
resources.
"We did that already. It
was the Agent assigned from the Feds. From our sources, he was checking on her
last night. It could be coincidental."
"If he was onto her,
that mean they had some leads to work on. Find out more of this Agent. I want
him tracked down." I barked out. I am the Queen and in Chess, I am the all
powerful with my moves.
“My Queen, what about Marlene
Phillips?” Mrs.Treacher was worse than my own mother. She remembered everything
and anytime.
"Agent Marlene Phillips encountered
me when I was Knight. She had the last Queen killed in the shootout. If she is
here, then that would probably be why the Feds are at the scene. She may be
onto us." I recalled the fight we had then.
I lost most of the team from
the Queen to the Pawns, with only three survivals; two Pawns and myself.
Marlene Phillips was not giving up that easily then and had led the Fed team to
track us down for ten months. During our run, we hid out at different places
including our head office; the warehouse with high tech surveillance, and even
with that, Marlene still managed to trap the team there. I escaped with one
other Pawn, and since then, we had laid low. I began recruitment the new team
two years ago and rebuild the organization. If she was in the city, I would
make sure she would not succeed again. I would have her destroyed before she
does that to me.
"I would kill Marlene
Phillips." I told Mrs. Treacher.
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