Part 15
I am surrounded by Morons.
I toss the martini and glass at the guard.He shrieks back as the salt from the rim, go into his eyes. "Damn, I can't even get something to drink, and you foul up. One minute at the most, one minute! How stupid are you people..." I stop myself before I say the Lord's name in vain, I am not a complete devout religious person, that is so hard in my profession, but I do make sure to keep some of the commandments.
"I'm sorry sir, I wasn't....."
"I don't care, I left you in charge, I told you to buzz me before something major happened. You sat watching on the damn moniters, as three people broke in, and the prisoners escape. What in the world were you doing in the monitor room, the whole time this way going down, laugh, I hope you did, because that is the last laugh you will ever have!" I pull a gun out from behind the counter and pop a few caps in his throat, he gurgles, and falls to the floor. I kick him hard in the groin. "Imbecile! You know I have no tolerance for weak personal." I kick him again, and grab him up by his shoulders, I begin pounding his head on a bar stool. He gurgles the whole time I pound his head. I have killed men so much, I am completely without feeling as I do this. A few seconds later, I feel his heart stop. I toss him to the ground, and throw a chair on top of him. I pick up my walkie talkie and call one of my men, as I wipe his blood off of my hands with a towel from the bar.
"We were on pursuit of them but we lost them, sir."
"You lost them."
"Yes, sir, we are really sorry sir."
"Well, here is someword of advice. You better have a good report, -or- go into hiding, -or- better yet suicide. Because if I see you every again near me, you will die, and it will be slow and painful."
He starts to stammer something, but I end the transmission.
"What the hell is wrong with you people!!!! I pick you because you are the best, and you screw up!!!" I yell at the corpse. I pick up the gun, I had strewn on the counter, and shot him a few more times. His body convulses as the bullets hit him. It calms me a little, but I still need a strong drink. I am not in the mood for a Martini anymore, he made me break my glass. I need something stronger. I see a bottle from a recent trip to Scotland. There we are, I grab the Scotch and begin walking through the complex. Lucrezia should be back soon. I almost had them, I almost had a way to control the agency. I take off the Hitler suit, I'll have to make another. I walk to the control room to review the escape.I review the tape. Something about it makes me smile, maybe my plan won't be foiled, something I can use to my advantage. I should have seen it in the laughter, I was too disturbed by it then. I made Eberts a warped individual, I can easily turn him to my side, with some brain control. I would almost skip, but I don't want to lose a precious drop of this rich medicine. I can not wait till Lucrezia gets back.
I am surrounded by Morons.
I toss the martini and glass at the guard.He shrieks back as the salt from the rim, go into his eyes. "Damn, I can't even get something to drink, and you foul up. One minute at the most, one minute! How stupid are you people..." I stop myself before I say the Lord's name in vain, I am not a complete devout religious person, that is so hard in my profession, but I do make sure to keep some of the commandments.
"I'm sorry sir, I wasn't....."
"I don't care, I left you in charge, I told you to buzz me before something major happened. You sat watching on the damn moniters, as three people broke in, and the prisoners escape. What in the world were you doing in the monitor room, the whole time this way going down, laugh, I hope you did, because that is the last laugh you will ever have!" I pull a gun out from behind the counter and pop a few caps in his throat, he gurgles, and falls to the floor. I kick him hard in the groin. "Imbecile! You know I have no tolerance for weak personal." I kick him again, and grab him up by his shoulders, I begin pounding his head on a bar stool. He gurgles the whole time I pound his head. I have killed men so much, I am completely without feeling as I do this. A few seconds later, I feel his heart stop. I toss him to the ground, and throw a chair on top of him. I pick up my walkie talkie and call one of my men, as I wipe his blood off of my hands with a towel from the bar.
"We were on pursuit of them but we lost them, sir."
"You lost them."
"Yes, sir, we are really sorry sir."
"Well, here is someword of advice. You better have a good report, -or- go into hiding, -or- better yet suicide. Because if I see you every again near me, you will die, and it will be slow and painful."
He starts to stammer something, but I end the transmission.
"What the hell is wrong with you people!!!! I pick you because you are the best, and you screw up!!!" I yell at the corpse. I pick up the gun, I had strewn on the counter, and shot him a few more times. His body convulses as the bullets hit him. It calms me a little, but I still need a strong drink. I am not in the mood for a Martini anymore, he made me break my glass. I need something stronger. I see a bottle from a recent trip to Scotland. There we are, I grab the Scotch and begin walking through the complex. Lucrezia should be back soon. I almost had them, I almost had a way to control the agency. I take off the Hitler suit, I'll have to make another. I walk to the control room to review the escape.I review the tape. Something about it makes me smile, maybe my plan won't be foiled, something I can use to my advantage. I should have seen it in the laughter, I was too disturbed by it then. I made Eberts a warped individual, I can easily turn him to my side, with some brain control. I would almost skip, but I don't want to lose a precious drop of this rich medicine. I can not wait till Lucrezia gets back.