Mr. White sat at his desk, filled with anger and sorrow over the loss of Rick. Rick's buddy Rob was just another hired gun he had recruited, but Rick himself was different then all the others. The old man looked at the photo of him and Rick together after their first mission together twenty years ago.
"I failed you," he sobbed. Placing the photo in his desk, Mr. White left the office with tears running down his cheeks. I will avenge you, Rick. Fisk will fell my wrath the day he took you from me! He thought to himself and headed to the training grounds to see how David was doing.
David was sitting in one of many lounges of the hideout. He was tired out from his training, so he picked up a remote and turned on the TV and a news report was on.
"Investigators are still investigating the double homicide that happenedyesterday at the Murphy gas and grill. Police only found two hand guns and a knife as their evidence. And the only witness has refused to talk or come forward with information on the killings. Some officers say the two bodies belong to the gang 'Ghosts of the KGB'." David looked at the screen with a frown.
"No arrests have been made and police are still figuring out what kind of activity was the Ghosts of the KGB..."David turned off the TV. This was not good. Fisk was still alive, Elizabeth was probably banging him at the moment, and Mr. White was doing nothing to help him get rid of Fisk.
Meanwhile...
Fisk, Elizabeth, Tommy and Lucy finally arrived at their location—St. Pete Beach, Long Key Island Florida. And their place they were staying at was The Don CeSar, one Florida's biggest and oldest hotels. It was very grand, with 277 rooms, 40 suites and 3 restaurants. So it was a huge shock to Fisk's friends and sister that he was paying for the whole trip.
"Are you sure you can afford two suites, Fisk?" Lucy asked him as they checked in at the front desk. Fisk looked at his sister with a smile, he could indeed afford it on the money he made.
When they reached their suites, Tommy and Lucy decided to check out the mall they passed before arriving at The Don CeSar. While Elizabeth unpacked, Fisk thought it best to make a report to his superiors back in Washington DC. Picking up his black ops phone, Fisk walked out onto the balcony.
"That's what I said," Fisk told Ryan. "His name is Mr. White. I need you to send me all info you have on this guy. He just sent two men to kill me, but they failed." Ryan on the other end dug deep into his database on a list of high ranking crime bosses. He told Fisk to check in with him later that night, until then, he would need to watch his back.
"Oh, Fisk," Came Elizabeth's voice from inside the bedroom. "Do you want to go to the beach?" she asked him.
"Sure," Fisk replied.
Elizabeth lay out in the warm summer sun. Dragging her toes in the sand as the hammock swung lazily in the breeze. Her eyes were closed, she was lost in her own little world. The warm summer wind blew her light flouncy skirt up over her thighs and she reached to push it back down when she felt his light touch on her wrist. 'Don't' was all he said, and she opened her eyes.
Fisk was standing over her with a smile on his face. His beautiful tanned face, and he looked like a true island boy with his sun lightened hair and sunglasses.
The shade of the palm trees that held the hammock was creating beams of dancing sunlight that played over Elizabeth's sun golden hair. She moved her leg and patted the hammock, and Fisk came and lay down next to her and she curled into his strong arms. She ran her hands over the light covering of hair on his chest and took in his scent. He was intoxicating to her. She couldn't believe after all the years they had been away from each other, he still had this kind of effect on her.
He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. "How are you feeling after a few weeks here?" he said softly.
She pondered his question for a moment, then she giggled. "I feel like I never want to go home." His easy laugh was music to her ears. The lay for a what seemed like hours in silence, just watching the white clouds roll slowly across the baby blue sky. She draped her long leg over his and shifted her weight so she could look up at him.
"I love you," Elizabeth said, then rested her head on his chest.
"I love you," Fisk replied, then closed his eyes.
But as they sat their in the hammock, a group of men belonging to the Ghosts of the KGB were watching them. One with a camera took pictures as the other sent them off to their hideout.
Back at the hideout, David was standing among the other recruits, but not a single one of them dared to say a word as Mr. White walked out on a stage before the recruits. His old eyes narrowed as he looked at all the new guys. He then raised his hand, pointed to one of the recruits standing beside David.
David had only learned the recruit's name, Jones. So he was shocked to see Mr. White break Jones' arm with his bare hands. Mr. White singled to two of his of his assassins and they dragged Jones away to the medical bay. Then he addressed his men about loyalty and the punishment if you broke that loyalty.
After the speech, the recruits were allowed to leave the hideout and head into the city for some fun.
David went to a bar where he could goof off and get wasted, maybe even get laid if possible. As soon as David walked into the bar, he saw many gambling tables and waitresses handing out drinks.
"Your sitting with me, David," Mr. White's second in command who's name was Winston said walking pass David. He followed Winston through the crowd and passed by other gang members. David could see some females giving him sly looks and smiling at him.
David smiled from the attention. "Here we are," Winston said and sat down on a sofa around a table.
"Have a seat," Winston said showing an empty seat next to him. David took a seat next his boss's second in command. Then a female waitress came by and handed them a drink. "Enjoy boys," she said, looking at David as she walked away.
Winston watched David down his drink. The alcohol burned his throat, but he pushed the pain aside and asked Winston, "Why does Mr. White kill everyone if they fail him?"
Winston smiled and took a sip of his drink. "To tell you that, I'll have to star at the beginning." he said. David leaned back and got ready to hear the story of his boss. Winston looked at him and began to speak. "Mr. White's real name is Vladimir Gregori Rasputin. When he was just eighteen, he worked for the Russian mob. After the Soviet States rose to power he was the top KGB officer selected by the Kremlin to become one of the world's deadliest assassins around the world, including missions in Vietnam, Afghanistan, European and South American countries. In the Soviet States, he aggressively suppressed defiance with his other KGB enforcers. Outside of the Soviet borders, he and other KGB operatives quietly worked to spread Soviet influence around the globe. After the fall of the Soviet Union in 1991, his brutal reputation put him on the fast track in the underworld. By the time of the 2000s, his empire grossed more than US $100 million."
"Wow," David said as he finished his drink. "But that doesn't answer my question."
Winston smiled. "He kills people because it was failure that cost him his sister. When he first join the mob, he failed to kill a rival gang member, that man then tracked him down and killed his sister Rey. After that, he swore he would never fail again or let his men fail him."
David couldn't help but fell really sorry for Mr. White. He had lost so much for simply not killing a rival, so it made him think about completing training with no slip ups. "So, does he recruit us for a reason other then killing people and making his criminal empire stronger?" David asked Winston.
"Well David, he does. Mr. White teaches us respect, and we respect every one of our members as if they were family. You became part of that family, we watch after you when you watch after us." Winston said giving a smile.
"I respect that," David said smiling back. Soon a waitress came by and gave David and Winston another round of drinks.
"You're new?" the waitress said looking at David.
"He just got recruited," Winston stated, eyeing the waitress' chest area.
"Well, let me or the girls know if there's anything we could for you," She said with a sly smile before walking away. Soon all the guys at the bar looked David with surprised faces.
"Dude, you were just being flirted by Rachel," one man said laughing.
"Yeah, and that's a good thing, because Rachel is a true slut, always sleeping with every guy she finds attractive," Winston said playfully, then pushed David, which made him spill his drink onto the back of another man in front of them.
The man turned around, pissed off and looked at David.
"You think that's fucking funny?" he said wiping off the stain.
"Hey it wasn't my fault," David said in a fearless tone.
"Well it won't be my fault when I break your face like a Ming Vase!" The man said in an angry tone.
"Hey!" Winston got up from his seat. "Leave the man alone!" He said grinning his teeth.
"Or what?" the man asked laughing.
Then Winston pulled out his pistol and cocked it. "Or you'll have to deal with me," he said. No one around the bar noticed him holding his gun out.
The man stood there and then straightened himself up before leaving. Winston put his gun away and looked at David. "I told you, we got your back, like a family," he said putting a hand on his shoulder.
Back at the hideout, Mr. White was looking at the photos of Fisk and Elizabeth on the beach. He studied them carefully, trying to find out where he could strike without being seen. An attack in broad daylight would be to hard to pull off, but if Fisk was killed, and his death made to look like an accident, than it would throw the cops off his trail. Mr. White pulled up maps of the surrounding beaches and picked spots where his hitmen could hit Fisk.
Just then there was a knock at his office door. "Come in," he said, still looking at his maps. Drake, one of his more older assassins walked into the office.
"Two of our boys are trying to make deals with a rival gang," Drake said calmly, but his eyes were filled with fear. Mr. White looked up at him.
"Set up the dinner," he commanded.
Later that night, Mr. White sat around a table with six of his assassins. Now each of the assassins were shaking in fear, because the dinner they were having was probably going to be their last. Two recruits served them a nice pasta with tomato sauce. Mr. White looked at each man, trying to see which two were making deals with the rival gang.
"I trusted you all, but two of you betrayed my and broke the main rule: No making deals with the enemy." he told them. Without warning, one of the assassins jumped up from the table.
"It's not meMr. White!" he shouted.
"I know it's not you Ringo! You're too stupid to be a traitor!" Mr. White snapped back at him.
Ringo picked up his plate of pasta and smiled. "Thanks Mr. White," he said before running off.
Mr. White smiled. "Andrew, you may leave, because I checked your credit card numbers, you were at the strip club buying drinks during the time of the acts of treason. You are free to go," he said, then turned to the last four assassins.
Wally, Klay, James and Mort. As for Andrew, he was already gone. Mr. White smiled at each of the remaining assassins, but then pulled up his cane. His smile faded. "Mort and Wally, you two really pissed me off." he said.
"No! Please! We didn't betray you!" Mort cried as he threw himself at Mr. White's feet. He began to cry his eyes out. But the old man raised his cane up as if to strike him, but swung and hit James in the face.
James went down fast and hard, Klay didn't have any time to react as he too was struck in the face by the cane. Both assassins were on the floor groaning in pain. Mr. White snapped his fingers and the two recruits grabbed James and Klay.
"David! Get in here!" He shouted. David walked and Mr. White handed him a .45 revolver. He gave David the 'Blow their brains out' look. Reaching out slowly, David took the gun and looked at the two helpless assassins. Never had he ever been put through such a challenge. But David took aim and fired off two shots.
He had done it. He killed James and Klay. Mr. White nodded.
"Good job David," he said. "You past your first test."
As David left the room, he found the will to smile. Why he was smiling? You could say he enjoyed killing those two traitors, now the only one he wanted to kill now was Fisk.
Looks like David has been turned into a true killer. Will Fisk be ready to face both Mr. White, his assassins and the new David? Find out soon. Please leave reviews.