A/N: Sorry about the lack of updates…writer's block. Thanks for the reviews.
In silence Gavin Merrill sat in his office watching a small bank of six TV screens. One screen in particular was holding the ex-double agent's attention, as he leaned back in the tall back leather chair behind his desk Gavin couldn't help but let a shallow smile creep across his thin lips. His plan was going perfectly. The drugs he'd acquired had done their job; Gabriel Patterson was no more. In that sniveling little rich brats place was a young man who would be worthy of the money he was going to inherit, worthy of the title that he'd gain-never mind that it was stolen-Erik Merrill would be everything that Gabriel Patterson wasn't…absolutely ruthless.
Erik's training would have to start straight away. After all it wouldn't be long before Erik would have to deal with the likes of Mackenzie Previn and Judson Cross. He will never be anyone's bargaining chip, Gavin thought as he picked up the phone. Dialing a set of well memorized numbers, Merrill's hazel eye remained glued to the images of his newly made son exploring his new home. "Make the arrangements with Yoshi," he said absently. Not waiting for a reply from the party on the other end, he laid the receiver in its place.
To pull this off I need someone who looks almost like Patterson, he thought once again reaching for the phone. Quickly dialing the same set of numbers as before he said, "send Donovan in." Again, ignoring any response that might have been made, Merrill hung up the phone. How the mighty shall fall.he thought once again reaching for the phone. Quickly dialing the same set of numbers as before he said, "send Donovan in." Again, ignoring any response that might have been made, Merrill hung up the phone.
"Sir," a thick, gravel voice boomed as body nearly as thick as the voice entered the large office.
"Donovan," Gavin said flatly, throwing the large man an appraising glance at the newest of his employees.
Donovan was a thick muscular man who stood just under six feet tall; though he was more than suitable for Gavin's purposes. Gavin's smile depended as he noticed the large man's discomfort with Merrill's choice of work uniforms.
Running a nearly sweaty hand through his short black hair, Donovan came to a stop in front of the highly lacquered dark oak desk his new boss sat behind. Noting his boss' quick glance his way Donovan allowed his dark gray eyes to follow his employers gaze. Currently on the middle screen of the bank of TV's was the court yard at the back of the house, where a young man sat looking through a book of some kind. From his distance from the screen, he couldn't tell what the book was. "Is it about the boy?"
"Yes, it is," Merrill said with a sigh, tearing his attention from the screen showing Erik reading in the court yard to face Donovan.
"What would you like me to do with him?"
"You are not to touch that boy," Merrill said calmly as he stared hard at the man before him. "I want you to find me someone who looks just like him. I'll need the look alike alive for a couple of days. Due try to make sure that they can't be too sure it is not the young man you saw on the screen. You're dismissed."
Once Gabriel Patterson was truly dead, Erik's training could begin in earnest.