*A Problem That Must be Solved*
Antonio Moran, the leader of one of the most notorious terrorist organization, sat behind a large mahogany desk his nearly black eyes staring off into space. He was a tall man with dark features and his body padded with muscle; quite the intimidating person to most. He pulled his feet up onto the desk in cool confidence as his head advisor entered the room.
"Mr. Moran I have some very unpleasant news." The short black man spoke quickly. Well, at least he was to the point.
"What is it Marcus?"
Marcus Maxwell was a brave man but when it came to dealing with his superior, Antonio Moran, he was as cowardly as they came, "Sir, uh. . .well, Abraham Hultzer has escaped."
Within moments the man behind the desk was front and center before Marcus, "He has what?!"
"Escaped sir," the little man nearly squealed.
"How in fuck's name did something like that happen Marcus?" Oh no, he was getting angry.
Marcus swallowed hard, "Two operatives from the Black Knights Special Ops. Delta Force landed in the compound and broke into our holding facility."
Moran raised his hand and balled it into a fist, "You fucking imbecile!"
Marcus sunk down shielding his face from the blow, "Please sir. . .a moment? To speak"
"Very well and make it quick!"
"We have pictures. It's that bitch, sir. The one that has been trying to X us out for so long. We've identified her."
"Well who is she?! Hurry! Speak!" The man almost urged.
"We've identified her as Sergeant Major Jacquelyn M. Melivenski."
"Excellent Mr. Maxwell, see to it that she is gotten rid of."
"Sir, we have reason to believe she is already dead. You see in the process of the escape Mr. Hultzer was running before her and she jumped in front of him shielding him from a bullet. The bitch to the bullet straight to the stomach, blew a hole clear through. In my opinion she's long gone Mr. Moran." Now this Marcus could handle as long as it didn't turn hostile again.
"I didn't ask for your fucking opinion! Send Ax, Hatcher, and Drivile to make sure she's dead and if she isn't I want her gone! Is that understood Mr. Maxwell?"
Marcus straightened, the conversation was coming to a close, "Yes sir, I understand perfectly well. They will be on their way in no time."
"Good Marcus, very good. You are dismissed."
"Good afternoon sir," The man turned to leave.
"Marcus. . .leave the pictures here."
Marcus couldn't believe it, Antonio Moran was practically grinning, "Yes sir." He left the pictures on his desk and quickly exited the room.
Antonio Moran looked down at the pictures of the woman who had finally been sworn as his enemy. His fingers tracing over the crinkled, concentrating features of the woman's face. In a trance Moran began to speak, "Beautiful. It's a pity Jack Melivenski. A real shame to lose such a gorgeous face such as your own. Too bad, I bet you would have been great in bed."
------------- *AN: You guys are the light in my life! I just adore everyone of you that reviewed! All the nice things everyone said really brightened my day. Thank you so much! And for that I will probably have another chapter coming out this evening! Yay! My voices are just in such high spirits! I mean I know this story is worth something when everyone says to keep it (or when lady Saphrin reviews now that's great stuff!). I can't beat a compliment like that! Thanks so much! Glad everyone is enjoying it. Love, Peace and Chicken Grease!*
Antonio Moran, the leader of one of the most notorious terrorist organization, sat behind a large mahogany desk his nearly black eyes staring off into space. He was a tall man with dark features and his body padded with muscle; quite the intimidating person to most. He pulled his feet up onto the desk in cool confidence as his head advisor entered the room.
"Mr. Moran I have some very unpleasant news." The short black man spoke quickly. Well, at least he was to the point.
"What is it Marcus?"
Marcus Maxwell was a brave man but when it came to dealing with his superior, Antonio Moran, he was as cowardly as they came, "Sir, uh. . .well, Abraham Hultzer has escaped."
Within moments the man behind the desk was front and center before Marcus, "He has what?!"
"Escaped sir," the little man nearly squealed.
"How in fuck's name did something like that happen Marcus?" Oh no, he was getting angry.
Marcus swallowed hard, "Two operatives from the Black Knights Special Ops. Delta Force landed in the compound and broke into our holding facility."
Moran raised his hand and balled it into a fist, "You fucking imbecile!"
Marcus sunk down shielding his face from the blow, "Please sir. . .a moment? To speak"
"Very well and make it quick!"
"We have pictures. It's that bitch, sir. The one that has been trying to X us out for so long. We've identified her."
"Well who is she?! Hurry! Speak!" The man almost urged.
"We've identified her as Sergeant Major Jacquelyn M. Melivenski."
"Excellent Mr. Maxwell, see to it that she is gotten rid of."
"Sir, we have reason to believe she is already dead. You see in the process of the escape Mr. Hultzer was running before her and she jumped in front of him shielding him from a bullet. The bitch to the bullet straight to the stomach, blew a hole clear through. In my opinion she's long gone Mr. Moran." Now this Marcus could handle as long as it didn't turn hostile again.
"I didn't ask for your fucking opinion! Send Ax, Hatcher, and Drivile to make sure she's dead and if she isn't I want her gone! Is that understood Mr. Maxwell?"
Marcus straightened, the conversation was coming to a close, "Yes sir, I understand perfectly well. They will be on their way in no time."
"Good Marcus, very good. You are dismissed."
"Good afternoon sir," The man turned to leave.
"Marcus. . .leave the pictures here."
Marcus couldn't believe it, Antonio Moran was practically grinning, "Yes sir." He left the pictures on his desk and quickly exited the room.
Antonio Moran looked down at the pictures of the woman who had finally been sworn as his enemy. His fingers tracing over the crinkled, concentrating features of the woman's face. In a trance Moran began to speak, "Beautiful. It's a pity Jack Melivenski. A real shame to lose such a gorgeous face such as your own. Too bad, I bet you would have been great in bed."
------------- *AN: You guys are the light in my life! I just adore everyone of you that reviewed! All the nice things everyone said really brightened my day. Thank you so much! And for that I will probably have another chapter coming out this evening! Yay! My voices are just in such high spirits! I mean I know this story is worth something when everyone says to keep it (or when lady Saphrin reviews now that's great stuff!). I can't beat a compliment like that! Thanks so much! Glad everyone is enjoying it. Love, Peace and Chicken Grease!*