A Gentlemans insight.
"You insolent, unappreciative dog! How could youve been so stupid as to trust her with her backgroumd? Why give her more than she can handle at once? Why didnt you trust your instincts? Why not just invite the whole damn calvary in to guard her as well?" With that Ranger fellow around her though, she may as well have. He is a fighter and he cares for her; that either makes him extremely protective or completely unguarded around her, although niether could be bode well for the Gentleman.
"Whatre we going to do sir? We dont have much time."
"Do you think I am unaware of the time? I know that the events of today pushed us back farther than what I wouldve liked. We wouldve had more time if you hadnt acted like some needy spoiled child. What exactly did you get this experience? What worldly knowledge did you walk away with? If it wasnt the answer to lifes question, or a way to get her then youve done nothing but set us back." More than that, youve proven that you cannot be trusted passed a certain point, and are now indispensible. Pity really, things couldve progressed so well for the three of us. Your worth is not worth your life.
"Id like to get back beofre I am missed, theres bound to be talk sir. May I leave?"
"Yes, but take this with you, deliver it on your way. Its imparative that this be recieved by Stephanie."
"Sir?"
"What is it, speak up! This is no time for you to lose your voice."
"Shes at Haywood sir. How am I to infiltrate and make contact with the subject. Shes surely to be armed and or guarded."
"Find a way, I dont care if you walk it in there strapped to a bomb attatched to your chest. You make sure she gets it. If you fail, then youve failed me. You wouldnt want to disappoint me, now would you?
"No sir, not at all."
"Thus far youve done just that." A wince and grimace from the peasent, itll have to do rather than the blood curdling screams Id rather hear expelled from their lungs. The response of a girl, did I expect anything less though? Look at what stands before me, a docile, impodent, unloved weakling. "I wouldnt want to regret taking you in all those years ago, and wasting all of what I have on you. Now go!"
"Yes, sir! Right away, I will not fail or disappoint."
Another pathetic, hapless speciman. Lacks all the qualities needed to be anything like Stephanie. Strong, determined, strong willed, and able. Im given something just short of hopeless. A body with no soul, no will to live, just a will to exist.
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"I will not disappoint Father, I will not give that bitch the satisfaction of knowing she has wedged he and I farther apart. If it had been up to me
we wouldve just taken her last night, but Father has plans. He wants everything to be perfect when she arrives, and weve yet to get everything in place. Perfect. What has he ever made absolutely perfect for me? Why does that sniveling cunt get all of his love, am I not now his child? Am I no better than a dog to him. Ill always get scraps. Scraps of love and attention, scraps of need and want, just scraps. The bitch."
Turning the car over, was easy, willing myself to drive was damn near impossible. I would much rather of smashed my fist through the windshield. Anger management hadnt helped yet, I need a new outlet. I need my own gun range. I need a distraction. I need a body to play with. I discreetly slip into traffic and away from The Home, I need to formulate a plan, I need an in at Haywood. I need a miracle. First, I need gas, otherwise Ill break down somewhere, and that will not go over well with anyone. I shouldve never let myself drive this long on such a small amount, I need to stay on top of things. Father is right, I need to think things through more, why keep proving him right that I am incapable. Why be exactly what he expects of me. I should want to be more, I should want to do better.
"$2.56 a gallon, thats about as good as its going to get." Pulling in I make a quick sweep of my surroundings; a blue Ford Escape, two young white females early twenties, no threat detected. A green Mercedes, black male Mid forties early fifties, no threat detected. Black Escalade, Male mid twenties, early thirties, keeping visuals on all other cars and plates. Threat level unsure, male not making eye contact with anyone, has himself hidden in the shadows allowed by his car. Smells like a Rangeman or Ex-Ops, either way not the way I planned on continuing my day. The male leans forward into the light available. Lester, beautiful. Opportunity to deliver the package, make Father proud and get in close with the enemy.
He gets outta the car and walks inside, I take the chance and sprint across the pavement. Breathe, think, dont take a chance, breathe, think, dont take a chance. Its my mantra, its what I live for, its my only chance on not getting shot by the goon in black. I crouch behind the pump, opposite the Escalade. Taking a peek inside I see he has an FTA in custody and apparently unconscience. I had to grin at this reminded me of Steph, Cuffed to the bar as we drove her to the park. The string of drool from her mouth, the way her hair was terrifiying, but my favorite part was how she whimpered. Scared and calling out for him, always a whore. I placed the manilla envelope on the windshield, and sprinted back to my car and drove out. As I exited Lester had approached his vehicle, he saw the package, pulled his gun, and swept the perimeter. I smiled, always at work.
The next gas station is 10 miles out and Im almost positive I wont make it. "Damn, just my luck." My car starts stalling and jumping. The more gas I give it the more it stalls and jumps. Looks like Im going to have to walk. Not exactly my idea of a workout, its more along the lines of dragging women kickiing and screaming around The Funhouse, that takes muscle and brain. Plus, hell it was fun. Father wont be happy that Im late to the meeting, but hell understand, hell be so proud that I delivered the package. He may actually let me bring someone home tonight. Maybe the waiter at Rossinis or the checkout girl at the 7-11. This day cant get much better. I may just have a permagrin by the end of today.
Lesters SUV flew right past me as if the hounds of hell themselves were chasing him. He ran the red light, causing many people to slam on their brakes, even a few cars clipped one another. Amazing what a little fear can make people do and disregard, like their own safety for that of the others around them. Lester, always the knight in shining armor, but never the Savior.
A pretty little redhead pulls along the side of me. "Need a ride hun?" I lied, this day just got a whole helluva lot better.
"Sure, just need a lift to the BP." Poor pitiful girl, she has no idea whats coming to her. I feel bad for taking advantage of her trust, but after seeing she has the same blue eyes as that bitch, all of the doubt and regret fades away.
"Im Amy, whats your name?" She flashed a pretty smile, I smiled back I couldnt help it, it was contagious. Besides she should atleast be happy up until her last few moments. Why not atleast appease her a litlle.
"Some people call me Alex." She giggled, what was so funny about that statement Ill never know. Most girls laughed though.
"What do others call you beautiful?" Those damn blue eyes were piercing, almost hypnotizing, she was trying to put me under a spell, just like that whore has over Father.
"Surprising."
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What am I to do with such a spontaneous brat? A spoiled sniveling child. A whining bastard. A cunt if there ever was a living breathing definition to the word. Think before you bring someone to The Home, always use the back entrance, drug, tase, tape,or tie them up first. A monkey could learn most of these actions, theyre all repetitive nonsense. What makes this one not want to learn, not grasp the simple concept. I do not say these things to hear myself speak, its for survival, for the idealism of being untraceable. I do not tolerate sloppy, I do not tolerate ignorance, and I do not tolerate the carlessness others have for what I have worked so hard for. To be a senseless twit, must truelly be wonderful.
"Shut that Harlet up, or I will.You should not allow her to cry, ascert yourself, make her obey you." To bring a whore home in broad daylight is something I will have to correct.
Such a waste of a pretty face also, she was rather beautiful. Instead of biding time with the girl though and appreciating her beauty, making her screams Mozart and her blood a personal scent to remember, they are wasted for a quick rush fuck and unorganized kill. To take no pride in a kill is unbelievable. To give yourself no options for a signature is wasteful. To not allow yourself the pleasure and enjoyment of taking your time is squanderess. "We must correct such problems."
"Father?"
"What is it child? Why are you not with the girl?" DIsgust and bile built in my throat, looking how out of breathe and dishevled this excuse for a being was. Not even skilled enough to make the kill in a quick effeciant matter, always wanting to play first.
"Shes unconscience father. She hasnt moved in the last few minutes, I made certain before I came up." She was crying moments before, lying adolescent.
"I would like to keep her around for the rest of the week, atleast a few more days. Id like to have soem more fun with her." Atleast patience would be taught if I agreed, maybe I could use the girl as an example. Maybe then wil I be able to count on my burden for more than an messanger and servant.
"You have my..." The alarm screamed its warning that the back door had been breached. "The girl, you idiot." My word, what wou;d this do to the plan. "Can she identify you in any way whatsoever?"
"No sir, I was in disguise almost constantly."
"Let her go, you cannot tell one house from another in this neighborhood. Dump the truck, wipe it down, torch it. PIck up another at the shore, do you understand me?" I was infuriated, but it would do no good to show it, why risk more nervousness than what was needed. We certainly did not need Alex to screw this up because of nervousness.
"Yes sir, Ill go now."
"No, you will wait. let her get away from the neighborhood, and then leave. Count to 100, then walk to the garage and grab all that youll need. Do you understand me?" Again a nod. "Count." I walked from the room fuming. There was no way that this could be anything but a problem. Minutes later I heard the garage door open as Alex left to do as I had asked.
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"How could I have been so stupid? FUCK!!!!" I was a screw up, I needed to prove myself, I acted like a girl back there, I shouldve used my head. I shouldve thought things through. I could have tied her up or anything equal to it.
"Whoop Whoop." The unmistakeable sound of a siren, just my luck. A fucking cop, not a uniform though, which means no camera. I reached under my vest and pulled my gun. As soon as there was a body visable I squeezed the trigger. "Clack. Clack Clack." Three shots, an effecient kill. I sped away knowing that I may notve gotten the girl today, but I got a fucking cop. The day had its advantages.
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"This is Officer Joe Morelli, Ive been shot. Two the the vest, one to the neck, bleeding out. Route 1, and blacking out hurry." Thats all the scanner allowed me to hear, in Trenton if an officer was shot they automatically chaged channels, so not to worry the other officers. This had Alex written all over it. Rt 1, was the main and busiest route from The Home. Alex must be eliminated if I was correct, this was no longer acceptable. Such a waste of a beautiful face though, such a pity, many men and women would kill for Alexs looks. A beautiful tragedy indeed..