*An Order to Follow*
The tall, built man that dwarfed most other's he encountered stood at full attention-like the perfect soldier he was, well almost- before Antonio Moran. Exceptional he was. To most he came across he was probably the most intimidating man they'd laid eyes upon but Antonio wouldn't succumb to the man's foolish need to feel superior to everyone. He wouldn't allow it, not in his office or as long as this operative worked under him.
"You are doing an adequate job but I want you to get closer" Moran stood, leaning over the desk which separated the two men.
The man's shined eyes narrowed, "Excuse me? Closer? Look, I can only take so much ass kissing before I just take this job into my own hands and slit her throat myself. Money or no money the bitch is getting on my last fucking nerve!"
"You so much touch her without my permission and I'll have you killed in the worst possible way you can imagine." He was more than ready to jump over the table and strangle the man.
"I guarantee you that I can imagine 101 more ways that you could dream to kill the man you send to do me." The operative was potent, more lethal than even Moran himself was. Interesting.
"You don't intimidate me. I run the show, you will follow my orders and I say that you get closer. I want you so close that you know when she fucking shit and what it smells like." Antonio's stance changed to match the man's standing before him.
"Go fuck yourself!" The man's hand snapped up in almost a move to hit Moran but instead he pointed a finger in his superior's face.
"I have zero tolerance for bullshit, Mr. X." Mr. X what kind of shit code name was that? Not even constructive, illusive. . .NOTHING, just a fucking letter from the alphabet. "You don't play this game by my rules and I'll have the job and you terminated. Understood?" This time it was Moran's turn to point.
"She has a barrier that she wont let anyone past." He slammed his fist onto the table before him in aggravation.
"Make it happen, operative!"
"As you wish, Mr. Moran" The man gritted through clenched teeth.
"Dismissed." Antonio Moran sat back in his chair in a nonchalant way and waved his arm in dismissal.
The inside operative stomped from the room with loud aggravated foot steps- completely unlike his usual lighter than feather footfalls. Antonio Moran nearly patted himself on the back, he'd maintained that conversation quite well. He'd even surprised himself with his amount of control. Of course the only reason he'd been in such control was because of the amount of money and clean record in which he was offering the inside operative. He was almost certain that Jack Melivenski wouldn't see this coming, she'd give into him. He knew she would, she had to. The inside operative was perfect, he'd break down Jack's barriers. Antonio Moran had faith in this man he barely knew, a man that doubled his own stature and could snap his neck with ease. Nevertheless, he knew this would work. After all. . .Mr. Moran ALWAYS got what he wanted.