Green Light to Hell
The operative sat behind his communications unit and waited for a connection with Antonio Moran. He was so sick and tired of this job, if it wasn't for the obscene amount of money he was being offered-and his chance at a clean record-he would have dropped the job SO long ago. Big red letters flashed across the screen before him letting the operative know that he was being connected.
"How's the job coming Mr. X?"
Moran's smiling face was enough to make the operative want to puke but refrained from doing so. Instead he addressed his employer, "It's going."
Moran's face fell in a look of annoyance, "You have nothing to report other than it's going?"
"Hold on," The operative's shined eyes narrowed into slits, "I didn't say that. You asked how it was coming and I replied, 'it's going'. That does not mean I have nothing to report."
"Then what do you have to report to me?" A bit eager wasn't he?
"The objective is out of recovery. The battle didn't keep her away from her job too long. As a matter of a fact she left the hospital the next afternoon."
"Fast recovery time. Is she always like that?"
"From what I have observed, yes. She has the quickest recovery time I have ever witnessed." The operative sounded almost impressed.
"It's probably just the technology they are using." Moran waved his hand in a dismissive manner.
"I don't think so sir. The soldier who was hit in the heart. . .he hasn't healed nearly as quickly. And the objective healed just as quickly with the Hultzer incident as well." The operative explained with cool confidence.
"I see, interesting. So how have your bonding sessions been going?" Moran smiled to himself, this should be interesting.
"She's fucking impossible to pull apart but I feel I've reached a new level of trust with her." The operative rubbed his temple absently.
"Very good Mr. X. Anything else to report?"
"We are running a routine exercise in space crafts today. The Sergeant Major will be flying alone. . .things can easily go wrong with these ships. . .they are new and experimental. If you are catching my drift Mr. Moran. . ."
"Why Mr. X. . .so eager to get over with this job? I thought you were enjoying it." Moran's smiled had returned once again.
"Oh but of course I am." The operative mirrored Moran's expression. "Just it is my belief that if we take out the objective now there will be no worries of future problems with her."
"Very well, Mr. X. You have my permission but I don't want any evidence leading back to myself or my organization. Make it look like a tragic accident." Moran's smile was not only sickening but also annoying as hell.
"Consider it done, Mr. Moran." The operative went back to being all business as he straightened in his seat.
"Very good, report back with details after all is completed. Good afternoon Mr. X."
"Good afternoon."
With that said, their connection was severed. The operative sat back in quiet reverence of his own work. Finally, he would rid himself of this annoying job, the annoying employer and the even more annoying objective. The woman, this Jacquelyn Melivenski, was a bitch. . .beautiful bitch. A strong, perfect, determined bitch! He would be so glad to ghost the woman and finally his time had come. The operative smiled openly as his shined eyes glittered with malice. He'd just received the green light to hell, how precious was that? Jack Melivenski would be dead soon and he would be paid. . .life didn't get much sweeter.
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Antonio Moran sat back in his leather chair. Life didn't get much better. Soon. . .oh SO soon. . .his biggest enemy would be dead. Burning in the cockpit of a fighter ship. It just didn't get any greater. He was going to miss the challenge but he could live. Too bad he'd never get to fuck her. Moran sat up in his chair. . .he really had wanted to see her before she'd be destroyed but if he couldn't then so be it, he'd just have to take one for the team. Yes, soon Jacquelyn Melivenski, his living, breathing, nightmare/dream would be dead.
Moran pulled a picture he'd been admiring for days from one of his drawers. Slowly, the man stood and walked to a fire place in the far corner of the office. Moran smiled broadly as he cast the picture into the fire, "I'll see you in hell my sweet princess. . .I will see you in hell."
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*AN: Thank you to all those who reviewed it is greatly appreciated. I want to apologize for not writing for so long. The last couple of weeks have been hell. First I had a play that I was performing in for a weekend. After that was an evaluation for the performing arts program I attend at school, which basically decides if I stay in the program or not. Then I had to prepare for a project, which was basically a final for my musical theatre class(myself and two other girls had to put together a show and perform it). Then this past week was my finals for all my other classes. I am now out of school for summer vacation so YAY for that! I should be more productive now that I have so much free time. So, sorry about the huge delay on chapters. I do apologize profusely. I also want to give a big thanks to Terrijo I've been reading her story for the past couple days and it's inspired me to start writing again. I was feeling very burnt out right after I got out of school and I wasn't able to write a thing but her story "Life Without Meaning" really helped me to get back into the mood of writing. So, thanks Terrijo for that.
I know the chapter is short but I will make it up in the next one. Oh yeah! Also, I've been getting questions about my other stories asking when I was going to finish them. . .the answer is that I am discontinuing any of my other stories until I finish this one. I really want to put my all into this story so I'm trying not to get distracted with writing other stories. Also I kind of have a writer's block on most of them. I'm sorry but if I stay focused with one I feel that I'll be able to produce chapters quicker. So until this is over, I'm not writing on any of the other stories. Okay, well I have finished ranting and raving.
So until next time, remember: the sun sets over the monkey dancing in the pink tutu. (What? I never know what I'm saying! It's those damn voices in my head again.) Love, Peace and Chicken Grease! ---DevilWithTheAngelWingsOn*