Queens’ moves to check
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 Queen
I woke up to the dimly lit
room. I was frazzled by the late party and the pills popping frenzies. It was
not my usual scene, but after killing Tom and Audrey, I needed a distraction. I
had not killed any of my Chessmen since the last ops, and it irked me of losing
the resources. I could not get Mrs. Treacher which was also my concern. She was
given a task, but there were hardly any time I could not get her on the comm. I
recalled my first time when I saw her.
“Ms. Ketch, I am
Mrs.Treacher.” The lady stood there with her back to the sun, and giving her
identity then a dark silhouette. I squinted my eyes up towards here, and roving
it down to her chest. A large but flat lady dressed in the three piece suit
that resembled the uniform of the army. I invited her to sit across me at the
sidewalk café, and ordered a drink for her.
“For our formal discussion.”
Mrs.Treacher passed me the folder detailing her life and expectations. “I am
discreet and resourceful.”
Mrs.Treacher was and had been
coordinating all my operations since then. She also acted on some difficult
tasks for me too, as the Special Liaison Officer. Once a journalist was trying
to find a common link of me to some face he recalled. Mrs.Treacher dispensed
him off in a sealed 20ft container for Asia without food and water, alongside
with some car spare parts. She was that good that I soon find myself trusting
her and inviting her to be my personal aide. She would not get involved in my
sexual antics, but cordoned it.
“Hello, lady.” The guy
sleeping at the foot of the bed looked at me with the glazed looks. He was the
active one; he had vitality that one, but he lack finesse. All he wanted was
his selfish lust to be satiated. I pushed myself up and rose up my right feet.
I gave him a kick in the throat to knock him off. I then sat up before getting
up. I walked to the fallen guy who was trying to keep his breathing going. I
rise up my right heel and slammed it down on his throat again; that time hard
and deep. He won’t asking for any deep throat moves.
“No!” That voice came from
the bed. It was the other lady; the brunette who was with him before I came on
board. She tried to run for it, but I caught her right heel before it got off
the bed. I reeled her in and held her face down on the bed. She struggled but
it was only to lengthen her pain.
With all that done, I walked
to the bathroom and showered. I got an appointment downtown with the Mayor. He
wanted to meet, and it sounded urgent.
****
The Mayor was a clown; he was
elected with the help of some of the investors with interest in the city. They
bank rolled him and soon he was up against the incumbent. We focused on the
homeless and the scums on the last draw of the aces. Within the campaign month,
the streets were seen to be clearing of that menace, but little did the public
knew, we had them harvested for organs.
And Jonathan ‘King’ Blake
became Mayor Blake.
But he was on nervy Mayor who
needed the Special Officer to pacify him. That was why he called.
“Mary, I got Marlene Phillips
coming over shortly. She’s to interview me on some reports. She mentioned
Chessmen.” Jonathan was pacing the room. He was not a person who could take up
pressure, but docile to the needs of the investors.
“I am sure Ms Phillips may be
just seeking some confirmation. I won’t be worried if I am you.” I assured him.
“No, Mary. You handle her. I
have changed my schedule with yours’.” Jonathan laid it out for me. I protested
but he was adamant on avoiding her.
“I had spoken to the
Investors. They agreed to you handing her.” He replied, while I was fuming with
rage. I had never met Marlene in person, but she could recognize my facial
expression from the records. More to it, I was to remove her myself.
I reluctantly agreed.
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