The Loyal Lieutenants Act Seven Scene One Sub Scene Two

 

Act Seven

Scene One

Sub-Scene Two

I am no virgin.

 

Enobarbus unlocked the door to his house; it had been emptied since Jeane’s funeral. He sends his daughter to his sister to live there. At that place, there were three other kids her age. He had stayed at the mansion after the funeral, but that day, he returned to collect some things.

And to leave some other things behind.

“Hello, Mr. Enobarbus.” The voice greeted him on his return.

Enobarbus stepped in and adjusted his sight to make out the figure seated there. The figure was seated in his favourite chair, facing the radio. He sat there to listen to the music played. He took one more step in before closing the door. If he were to be shot, he would not be standing there at all.

“Hello, Mr. Cicero.” Enobarbus looked at the short, stubby figure seated there. He saw the two guards standing on the opposite side of the ex-Roman boss.

“I heard you are back in the city.” Enobarbus reached for his overcoat, and the guards were attentive to his action. “Welcome to my house.”

“Nice place. I liked the décor.” Cicero smiled.

“Was it a long wait for you, Mr. Cicero? I was out in the city.”

“No. I was informed that you were coming back in the afternoon.” Cicero looked towards Enobarbus. “I still hold some influence at the mansion.”

“Jeeves…… Yes, I told him in case Mark was looking for me.” Enobarbus laid the overcoat on the nearby chair and pulled another one for himself.

“What can I do for you?” Enobarbus was direct.

“Join me, Enobarbus. I can be a good man like you. Julius Caesar is away, and the Romans are at each other.” Cicero remained smiling. “I can...”

“As you did with Moses? I am sure he needed a bigger pay than what was offered by Caesar.”

“I am sure we can work out a package for you.” Cicero crossed his legs then. Say, take what was Moses, and I will add in another chunk there.”

“What did you offer, Moses?” Enobarbus smiled. “Was it a retirement in Egypt?”

“Egypt? Who is Egypt?” Cicero asked. “I do not know anything about Egypt.”

“I said retirement. Moses wanted to go there. It was ideal for him there. He was from Egypt and moved to Philadelphia, but he liked Rome the least, but they buried him here.” Enobarbus continued his smile. “Where do you want to be buried, Mr. Cicero?”

“Are you not being abrupt, Mr. Enobarbus? I do not intend to die just yet.” Cicero was annoyed. “I came to you with an offer, and you rebuked me with malicious remarks on my life.”

“I was merely asking, and just to stop you there, I did not reject your offer. I was considering it, but...

“But what, Mr. Enobarbus?”

“What was I to do, Mr. Cicero?”

“Stay close to Mark Antony and report me on his activities.”

“And if I say no, then what?” Enobarbus looked at the two guards. “They will shoot me.”

“On the contrary, I will have others do it.” Cicero looked at Enobarbus. “I do not shoot anyone myself or by my boys. I get others to do it. Like the Muddles or even the Coppers. They disliked you when you became a Roman, and you disrespected them.”

It was true that when Enobarbus became a Roman, he was protected and made no qualms about it with the others. He made such enemies of them that Caesar had sent him off to outside of Rome to check on the others.

“It looks like I am out of options.” Enobarbus looked at Cicero. “It is not my first fuck on loyalty. When do I begin?”

“Tell me of Mark’s findings on Moses.”

“Not much. He is still collecting clues, but he is stuck. Moses kept to himself, but he was with Lucas Perry. They went to Egypt, and both are dead. Mark has the Treasury agent on his books now. That was all he knew.” Enobarbus looked at the bottle of wine. “Can I have a drink, please?”

Without waiting for Cicero to reply, Enobarbus walked to the table where the bottles of wine were kept. He poured himself a drink and took a candle there. He lit the candle. The guards were alert to his act then.

“I light my cigar with it.” Enobarbus carried the glass and lit a candle over it. “Let me show you.”

Enobarbus stood there while taking out a cigar from the table. He took a drink and then proceeded to light the cigar over the open flame. He looked at Cicero and smiled.

In an instant, Enobarbus spat the wine contents from his mouth over the open flame and created a burst of flame at Cicero. It shocked the man, and before the guards could react, Enobarbus had his gun out.

“I will leave the guns holstered, boys.” Enobarbus had the gun level at Cicero. “Please leave my house with my regrets.”

“You will regret this, Enobarbus.” Cicero hissed at the other. “I will have you dead soon.”

Enobarbus motioned for them to leave, and when they did, he locked the door. He smiled at the trick he learned from the circus friend to entertain his daughter on her birthday.

That was not his maiden act.

Nor was he setting fire to the house he shared with Jeane.