Unfinished Business

-June 6, 2011-

Vikram ruffled through stacks of paperwork and brown folders with the word "Confidential" on almost all of them. He wasn't happy at all.

He was frustrated.

He sat on his imported black office chair with arm rests, leaned on it and tried to relax. He put his almost wrinkly fingers together and thought for a while.

He was in deep thought on how to improve his business, reviewing all the past ideas of his employees that he had rejected calmly. He was clearly distracted, when his top agent's apprentice - also a Lucian - Mr. Smith came in unexpectedly.

Vikram looked up in surprise - but didn't show it, of course. "What is it, Smith?"

Mr. Smith looked as if he were in the Sahara desert, sweating like a pig and puffing. Vikram wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"It's about Johnny Richmond."

Vikram's eyes widened. "I thought we agreed on never speaking of that name ever again."

Mr. Smith flinched at the words. "Well, sir, we - um, er..."

Vikram tightened his fist at the stammering. It's vulgar for people to stammer, he thought. He took a deep breath and said, "What. Is. It? You're wasting my time here."

"Um... sir, we just received notice that Johnny- er, I meant he didn't die." Mr. Smith backed away slowly, horrified with the potential outcome of his boss's cruel glare.

Vikram grasped one of the papers forcing it to crumple and tear. But he didn't say anything; that's what a Kabra would do. He only glared at Mr. Smith as the news sunk in.

There was dead silence in Vikram's big study (also his workplace). Mr. Smith - shaking in fear of the outcome - tried to look as confident as possible while Vikram remained silent.

A few moments passed by; Vikram stood up from his chair. "You think I'm happy about this news, Smith?"

"N-no," replied Mr. Smith, his arms at his back tightened into a fist, trembling.

"Well then." Vikram started to walk to where Mr. Smith was standing, and that was approximately three feet away from Vikram's desk. "Find. Him."

"Y-yes, sir." Mr. Smith saluted and ran for the door.

When he disappeared, Vikram went back to his chair and sat. He's alive... interesting. He grinned - an evil grin. I will soon dispose of him.

A few days later, Mr. Smith came back to Vikram's study.

"Report?" asked Vikram.

"Sir, um, er..."

"Smith, not again. Remind me to tell Armand to train you not to stammer," Vikram told him. "It's... distracting."

Smith nodded.

"All right, onto business, is he-" Vikram looked around - for safety reasons - and approved that the room was deserted – "dead?"

Smith gulped. "N-no."

"NO?" Vikram was now furious. How can you fail to kill a harmless and defenseless past investor? It wasn't that difficult.

"No, sir, sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Smith," Vikram said, changing into a more neutral emotion. "We need to kill him, you understand?"

"Yes, yes I do, sir. But we found someone else," came Smith's reply.

Vikram was about to blow from infuriation when he heard the last part. He breathed in and relaxed, "Who?"

"We finally found Natalie; she was really beautiful today and-"

Vikram shook his head mentally. "How can you find someone who was never lost to begin with?" he demanded.

Smith didn't reply as fear started to grip him.

"I thought so," Vikram said solemnly. "Send search parties everywhere. Find him, whatever it takes."

A week or so later, Smith came back to the study carrying a silver gun.

Vikram, not bothering to look up, said, "News, Smith?"

"Richmond is dead."

Vikram laughed a victorious laugh, though he still didn't look up. "Good, Smith."

Smith walked slowly, nearer and nearer to Vikram and stopped.

"Yes, what do you want? What's with that silver gun?" Vikram asked, clearly confused.

"Actually, sir, this is a sniper."

"Ah, yes. What's the sniper for?" asked Vikram.

"This is the sniper that killed Richmond," Smith said after a pause. The sniper had a mysterious silver color and a snake design. "It's an M21 to be specific." Smith put the sniper carefully in front of Vikram.

Vikram nodded. He touched the silver weapon and grinned. "Smith, leave me."

"Of course." Smith disappeared at moment's notice.

After Smith went, Vikram stood from his desk. He's dead. Good. He took hold of the sniper and touched it again, his fingers tracing the snake design.

He smiled.

"Kabras always win."

*Total Words: 746

A/N: Wow, almost the borderline... Phew. xD

This is for the second prompt of Another Artists' challenge. :) Betaed by: rainingtearsofchocolate and RageRunsStill. Thanks, guys! ^^

Yup, this is my first time portraying Vikram, I hope I got him IC. :/ I always imagined him the quiet guy or something. So, I dedicate this all to the quiet people! :D

*Can you tell me how I did? I would really appreciate it. :) You know, in portraying Vikram and also the whole drabble. ;D Thanks if you do! :D

What else, what else, what else... hmm... I think, I'm done here. If you have any questions, feel free to ask! ^^

Hope you enjoyed!

~Kaye