Tron Legacy: Son of Flynn
Chapter Eleven
Edward Dillinger Jr. was lying in bed beside a woman he had met only the night before as she was sitting alone at the bar inside the restaurant where she was waiting for her husband to finish with his business meeting. The younger Dillinger walked over and sat beside her as he introduced himself and when the woman's husband didn't return when he said he would, having waited almost an hour longer than she was meant to have, he escorted her from the restaurant and to up to his penthouse where they drank a decanter of brandy and had sex until early in the morning.
The computer genius was awakened to the sound of his phone ringing and upon looking over at the stranger in his bed and seeing that she was still fast asleep, Ed sat up and stared out the window as he answered his cell and stated, "I thought I made it clear to you not to call me at this hour in the morning, unless you have something important for me. Due to past experiences, I doubt that you do."
On the other end of the line, Grant Marx responded harshly, "I realize the hour, Mr. Dillinger, but I wanted to inform you that we moved forward in our plan to frame your former boss. Unfortunately, that little bastard broke my arm and my associate's nose late last night, so I'm currently waiting for him to have his nose set, then I'll be getting my arm taken care of. The rest of my men will be keeping an eye on Flynn though."
"And where is Jr. right now?" Dillinger asked casually, making it very clear to Grant that the spoiled billionaire didn't care about him or his men in the least.
"He's currently at his father's arcade again," Marx replied coldly. "Been there since he get released from the hospital."
Upon hearing a knock on his door, Dillinger stood from his bed, put on his robe, and walked to the door as he opened it to let one of the servers working down in the building's restaurant so that he could set up his breakfast, all while he continued talking into his phone as he asked, "That was your big plan to make sure Mackey takes the blame for trashing Flynn's apartment? To put the kid in the hospital? How does that help?"
Grant answered in frustration, "I let slip Mackey's name a couple of times while we beat him and I made sure that he heard me. He'll tell Alan Bradley and the police that he believes Mackey hired thugs to beat him for company secrets, the police will question ENCOM's former CEO, and even if the man's lawyers get him out, all suspicion of our break in will be completely off of you."
"You better hope you're right, for your sake," Dillinger responded and then hung up before his associate could say anything more.
"Edward, is that breakfast I smell?" the woman from the other room asked as she walked out wearing only the bedsheet over her body, then paused a moment as she looked down at the food on the tray and noticed there was hardly enough for one person, let alone two. "Is this all you ordered?"
The man she had met the night before looked at her and replied coldly, "Get dressed. I have a lot of work to get to and I don't have time for any more frivolities. You can let yourself out."
She glared at the handsome man she had hoped to get to know better and then answered, "Well, it's good to know now the kind of man you really are before I start to talk about how wonderful you are to all of my friends. Last night was fun, Mr. Dillinger. Thanks for taking my mind off of my son of a bitch husband for a little while.
Dillinger didn't say another word to her as she quickly redressed, then left the room while he sat down to eat. Ed then set up his computer and began to type away at the keyboard until he had managed to hack into the files and accounts he wanted without much effort for a genius with his skill; all financial accounts and the employee files for all those who still remained at ENCOM. Those that still worked for Sam Flynn appeared to be loyal, but perhaps their loyalty could be bought for a higher price. And what better way to pay them, than with the company's own earnings.