Ace of Spades

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Seven: Altec's Bar, Ace City

Augustus Gimmerie leaned against the mantel of the small fireplace that adorned the room on the west wall. He had to be patient, but after years of waiting for this moment, this revenge, he was so damn tired of waiting. That bitch left him bleeding to die; the lovely Claudia Mayfair. Her skills with weaponry made her a threat; her beauty made her dangerous.

"Sir-we can't get a hold of him…" A voice broke through the silence of the room like a knife. Augustus quickly turned around to face the young man who disturbed his contemplation, a frown forming on his lips.

"What do you mean? I just talked to him not an hour ago."

"Sir, that phone number is no longer reachable. It no longer exists, it seems."

Augustus quickly turned around, silently seething. If that bitch had anything to do with this, he'd bleed her dry. She had a talent for foiling everyone else's plans but her own. But not tonight. Nothing could screw up what he had stored for tonight; he had waited too long and planned too carefully. But apparently, not carefully enough, as Nero Octavian was now unreachable. It all probability, he was dead.

Eight: Finch's Landing

When Alucard Michaels and William Goldman finally reached the home of the late Nero Octavian, they knew their time was limited. The police would be arriving within the hour, if not much sooner. They had to get in, get out, and leave no trace. More easily said than done, especially with today's technology. They slipped through the front door left unlocked, they knew, by Claudia Mayfair. Already aware that it would not be wise to travel through the main hallway-already splattered with blood-they went through the dining room into the main lounge area.

The smell of the room hit them hard, as the smell of a burning body is rather unpleasant. All the more reason to move quickly. Passing by the disconnected phone one the small table beside the couch, they were careful not to touch anything. The room had to be left this way for the police. Their main job, as previous workers for Umbrella's scientific team located just two hours north of here, was to clean up the mess. Working for Umbrella had given them plenty of practice. Goldman moved to the glass door in the back of the room to air the smell out, but was careful to leave the screen in place. Michaels crouched by the fireplace and immediately set to clearing up any traces of a body.

Nine: Umbrella Warehouse, Belgium

Thomas Lebaste stood in the center of the large room, a quiet smirk coming over his lips. Just moments ago, everyone was hurrying about frantically; but now, they were silent and unmoving, just watching him and waiting for instructions. He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing. He imagined several of them thought he was going insane. Perhaps they were right. When a man faced the end, suddenly everything screamed of madness.

None of them knew what to do, but what could really be done? Like so many men before them, their dreams had grown too big for them, and the legend of what could have been would out live them for far longer. It was overly depressing, yet pleasantly refreshing from the hopeful vibe that penetrated Umbrella ever since their failed American Operation attempts over a year ago. This was just another failed attempt to add to the shelf, but perhaps it was the last. Lebaste liked the idea of it-being the last.

"Sir, what should we do?"

"Make the call."

Ten: North-South Highway, Spade County

The small, silver cell phone rang on the seat beside her, penetrating the silence of the car. With each ring, it seemed to remind her of what she had gotten herself into. An annoying reminder she would be happy to decimate when she walked away from this mission with everything she wanted.

Eleven: Finch's Landing

Michaels and Goldman quickly slipped out the back door as the front door of the house opened.

"Hello, is anybody home? This is the police."

Twelve: North-South Highway

Claudia finally answered the cell phone, as she could no longer stand to let it ring. She had thought long and hard over this moment: should she let Umbrella think she was alive? Dead? That the Russians had overtaken her? There were so many different paths she could have taken, but she finally chose this one over all.

"Hello," she said quietly in her normal voice.

She had planned everything so carefully for this day-everything, that is, except what she would do if someone other than Umbrella called. And called they did.

Thirteen: Altec's Bar, Ace City

"Sir, Mr. Lebaste is on the phone. He wishes to speak to you."