Changed Circle
by Warringer
Chapter Thirty
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Lord Refa was furious. The nerve of those thrice damned Terrans. Why couldn't they just continue with their War against the Minbari? Everything had been perfect.
Minbari and Terrans were killing each other and he was slowly working his way towards the throne of the Emperor. He even had managed to get that idiot Cartagia to loose any chance to get to the throne he had. It was interesting what one could find if they dug deep enough.
And than the news about a string of accidents in factories and docks controlled by the Refa Family. It all looked as if it was inability of those who were involved into the accidents, most of them getting killed or maimed in the process, but Refa knew better.
It had to be the revenge of those blasted Terrans. Refa wasn't like most other Centauri, he didn't underestimate the Terrans just because they were a young race. Oh no. His ancestors had made the error of underestimate the Narn and those had been able to beat the Centauri off their planet.
No, he wasn't making the same error. No, he chose to listen to an old saying coming from Earth of all things.
'Those who are not learning from past mistakes are bound to repeat them.'
He wouldn't. He knew how advanced the technology of the Terrans was. The had annihilated two Primus and several Vorchan with just one of their Fast Attack Cruisers. And hew know ho effective the spy nets of the Terrans were. Much more effective than any spy net of the Centauri. The history of the Terrans had resulted in that.
He had studied some of the Terran history and read books of the Terrans. It was strange that even he could learn from them. Machiavellis 'The Price' had been an eyeopener for him and showed him many new ways to make sure that he would come out on top.
It was fate that he would become the next Emperor of the Centauri Republic. And he would make sure that this fate would come to him.
Little did he know what fate awaited him in reality.
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He slowly opened his eyes and breathed in deep. His eyes fell onto the scenery in front of him and he smiled a little at it. The Centauri knew how to sculpture the land, but they weren't quite as good as the landscape architects of his homeland. He was pretty sure that they had a good few thousand years more experience to the Centauri.
He came up from his meditation position and closed his eyes again as he breathed in deep, his calm even deepening as he did so. His arms spread to the sides he looked up into the air and opened his eyes again, before launching himself into a slow kenpo kata. It was a ritual he had done every time before he did his job.
For a moment he forgot about the implications of his job, his mind coming to a much better focus with himself and the surroundings.
He had been on Centauri Prime for a few years now, doing his job and getting payed very good. He was known to be the best in his line of work on Centauri Prime, maybe even in Known Space. But he didn't really care about that. He didn't know why, but he didn't care.
He needed a few minutes to complete the kata, than he turned to look at the area below. A beautiful landscape with a Centauri mansion in its center. How much it looked like an old roman mansion.
Again he breathed in deep, walking over to his hover car, pulling out his chosen tool of his trade, an old Arctic Warfare Magnum with attached scope and forcefield based silencer. It was all he needed.
Slowly he walked back to the spot he had meditated before, standing on the place, pulling the butt of the AWM to his shoulder. He didn't change the alignment of the scope as he looked through it, the cross hairs coming to a slow wobbling stop on the target.
He calmed himself down more than before and held his breath. The trigger finger tightened and after a few moments he pulled the trigger. The gun barked and the projectile speed towards hits target. He didn't even bother to confirm that he had hit his target. He knew perfectly well that he had hit it. Even over nearly a mile distance.
He slowly placed the rifle to the ground and bowled into the direction of his target.
The Kamikaze, the Devine Wind, had found another target in Lord Refa.
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Bester winced slightly as he looked at the picture in front of him. The Kamikaze was really one of the best. He had proved it once again.
Just one thing bothered him and everyone else in the various intelligence agencies of the world. No one knew who he was. Or if he was even a 'he'. Was he a normal human or a Morph?
Only one thing was known. That he came from Japan, the weapon he used, an antique Arctic Warfare Magnum, and that he had a one hundred percent success rate.
Which brought him to the pictures. Bester had gotten them from one of their moles in the Centauri Intelligence. It was the same as numerous other kills of various Centauri nobles. Hell, Bester was even sure that The Kamikaze had worked for Refa before.
And now Refa's brain had been removed from his head through a very large hole in the back of his head. Like all other kills of The Kamikaze, he had used a special mercury round, fired from the antique Arctic Warfare.
Bester sighed and closed the folder, before deleting it.
That concluded 'Operation Judas'.
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"What do you want?"
Sari Cora, head of the Cora Family whirled around, looking at the face of a human. How had he come in here? Since the dead of Refa, he had locked down his estate. And now this human had somehow entered the room.
"Who are you," the middle aged Centauri asked, trying to keep the raising panic from his voice.
The human just smiled and bowed slightly.
"You may call me Mr. Morgan. And I want to offer my service and those of my associates."