Part 14
All the little ants are marching, Red and black antenna waving
Albert Eberts is one of the funniest people I have ever help captive. He amuses me. How he squirms, he is afraid of many things. Obviously he is a good little boy, afraid of homosexual acts, that kiss Fernando gave him was enjoyable. Though if Fernando had had fun beyond that, it is not my cuppa, and I do not want to see it. They can have their fun, but not when I am watching the monitor. I have given the guards permission to have a little fun with our baby mouse, but they know they will be dead if they try something I do not have the stomach for. They know my rules.
My gaze turns away from Eberts, lying in that pile of plaster, and glass, sleeping. He must still have some of the chloral hydrate in his system, I do hope he doesn't become addicted we do not need a captive demanding CH constantly. That may be amusing though, I think, as I watch some of my men, having drill practice outside. They look like little ants, though half of them are not in step. Do I have to go out there, and teach them to walk correctly, and all they are doing is simple marching right now, they need to know to walk in a group for impression when the time comes. They are pitiful, some of them do not even have neat uniforms, there black shirts hanging out of pants, bootlaces untied, ski mask on their head at crooked angles. I hit a small red button, an intercom to them outside.
"What is wrong with you, maggots, no wonder you have been botching my plans. Anyone not dressed neatly, you have five seconds to fix it." They hurriedly begin fixing uniforms. "One..two..Three..Time's up." I hear some men start to protest. What has gotten into them they think that now that I am invisible they can do what the hell they want.
I grab a latex suit, one that closely resembles what I look like uninvisible which Lucrezia helped me make from a wanted poster picture. I grab an AK-47, and march outside.
I watch one of the one's still with his uniform in a bit of disarray. I lift the gun and fire, his limp body falls harmlessly to the hard ground. The bullet ricochets and hits the person behind him in the arm, the man doesn't flinch. At least some of them are learning.
"What is wrong with you?" I wait for an answer.
A new recruit speaks up quietly. "We aren't sure sir, things have been... " I cut him off, by pointing my gun at him.
"This is a terrorist operation, it is not the time to stop acting like terrorists. Since you guys are obviously forgetting your training, you will all retake it." I begin to pace. I kick the dead man's body. "And because of this error, on your part, some of the assignments have to be postponed. That costs me money, and if any of you are delibrately costing me l'argent. You will experience far worse then this man. " I kick his body again. "Do not forget I have many tricks up my selve, and weak links will not be tolerated. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir." They all shout.
I turn to the one in charge, Felix, "Take them back to the training course, and if anyone is nearby, -or- on the course that isn't allowed, Kill them, and make the men bury the bodies, the find the bodies, and rebury them!" I march back into the building, cursing in french.
I strip the skin in my office, but keep it near by, wearing it and stripping it makes me feel like that American Scifi Movie, DarkMan, is that what its called. Eberts is still sleeping I note on the moniter. The men are loading trucks to go re-train, and the rest of the perimeters are clear.
The cell phone rings, it is an associate, Tomas Withers.
"Hello, Tomas, may I help you?"
"Just wanted to let you know, Fawkes and Hobbes are at the contamination site, and they have found the Raven feather I left for them."
I smile. Lucy had been so kind to let me borrow her M.O. for this plan, she is such a sweetheart, I will have to reward her later. I begin to speculate, how long for the agency to figure out the Raven isn't really behind both of these acts. Maybe it won't be till after they get the torture tape, because they will probably notice my laughter in the background.
All the little ants are marching, Red and black antenna waving
Albert Eberts is one of the funniest people I have ever help captive. He amuses me. How he squirms, he is afraid of many things. Obviously he is a good little boy, afraid of homosexual acts, that kiss Fernando gave him was enjoyable. Though if Fernando had had fun beyond that, it is not my cuppa, and I do not want to see it. They can have their fun, but not when I am watching the monitor. I have given the guards permission to have a little fun with our baby mouse, but they know they will be dead if they try something I do not have the stomach for. They know my rules.
My gaze turns away from Eberts, lying in that pile of plaster, and glass, sleeping. He must still have some of the chloral hydrate in his system, I do hope he doesn't become addicted we do not need a captive demanding CH constantly. That may be amusing though, I think, as I watch some of my men, having drill practice outside. They look like little ants, though half of them are not in step. Do I have to go out there, and teach them to walk correctly, and all they are doing is simple marching right now, they need to know to walk in a group for impression when the time comes. They are pitiful, some of them do not even have neat uniforms, there black shirts hanging out of pants, bootlaces untied, ski mask on their head at crooked angles. I hit a small red button, an intercom to them outside.
"What is wrong with you, maggots, no wonder you have been botching my plans. Anyone not dressed neatly, you have five seconds to fix it." They hurriedly begin fixing uniforms. "One..two..Three..Time's up." I hear some men start to protest. What has gotten into them they think that now that I am invisible they can do what the hell they want.
I grab a latex suit, one that closely resembles what I look like uninvisible which Lucrezia helped me make from a wanted poster picture. I grab an AK-47, and march outside.
I watch one of the one's still with his uniform in a bit of disarray. I lift the gun and fire, his limp body falls harmlessly to the hard ground. The bullet ricochets and hits the person behind him in the arm, the man doesn't flinch. At least some of them are learning.
"What is wrong with you?" I wait for an answer.
A new recruit speaks up quietly. "We aren't sure sir, things have been... " I cut him off, by pointing my gun at him.
"This is a terrorist operation, it is not the time to stop acting like terrorists. Since you guys are obviously forgetting your training, you will all retake it." I begin to pace. I kick the dead man's body. "And because of this error, on your part, some of the assignments have to be postponed. That costs me money, and if any of you are delibrately costing me l'argent. You will experience far worse then this man. " I kick his body again. "Do not forget I have many tricks up my selve, and weak links will not be tolerated. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir." They all shout.
I turn to the one in charge, Felix, "Take them back to the training course, and if anyone is nearby, -or- on the course that isn't allowed, Kill them, and make the men bury the bodies, the find the bodies, and rebury them!" I march back into the building, cursing in french.
I strip the skin in my office, but keep it near by, wearing it and stripping it makes me feel like that American Scifi Movie, DarkMan, is that what its called. Eberts is still sleeping I note on the moniter. The men are loading trucks to go re-train, and the rest of the perimeters are clear.
The cell phone rings, it is an associate, Tomas Withers.
"Hello, Tomas, may I help you?"
"Just wanted to let you know, Fawkes and Hobbes are at the contamination site, and they have found the Raven feather I left for them."
I smile. Lucy had been so kind to let me borrow her M.O. for this plan, she is such a sweetheart, I will have to reward her later. I begin to speculate, how long for the agency to figure out the Raven isn't really behind both of these acts. Maybe it won't be till after they get the torture tape, because they will probably notice my laughter in the background.