Wanted Recovery

Ch. 3 Calling for Troops

Sloan was lost. He had seen Fox follow the code before he ran out on the Fraternity. He went straight to the bank. The same bank where he had been hiding the spoils of his lies. He had taken millions of dollars for setting up hits for the criminals the Fraternity was suppose to kill. He quickly with drew all the money he had inserted into Wesley's account, and tool it all in cash. He then call the biggest crime boss he new, and asked to meet him.

Later that day he meet with Kyle Marks. A high priced lawyer who secretly brought together several big gangs the he had represented. Making the large and powerful unknown arm that he commanded. They were into everything guns, drugs, prostitution, and even bank robbery. The were never convicted because the army was so big it was impossible to hide from their numbers, and once they found a witness no one else ever found them again.

Sloan meet Kyle at his downtown office, and wasted no time ask him for his help. He handed Kyle a picture, and asked, "Can your gang hunt and kill this man?"

Kyle took the picture, and looked at Sloan then at the picture. He asked, "You looked really worried. This kid looks like he couldn't hurt a fly."

Sloan quickly told him, "You don't know this kid. Fly's hell. He killed a lot of my men. He is hunting me for killing his father."

"I thought you just gave orders. So why did you kill his father?" Kyle asked watching Sloan's reaction.

"I did order the hit. I tricked him into killing his own father. So you see he really wants me dead." Was Sloan's answer.

"You tricked this kid into killing his own father? Wow, you are a heartless son of a bitch. So What happened to your Fraternity?" Kyle asked back.

"He kill all my lower men, and managed to trick one of my best into killing the rest. He will not stop until I am dead. So I need your help, and I am willing to pay." Sloan state.

"How much we talking about?" Kyle retorted without hesitation.

"Well how about 1.5 million for you, and 500k to who ever kills him. That will motivate your men to find him fast, and end this mess." Sloan said without flinching.

Kyle leaned back in his chair, and looked up thinking about the 1.5 million. What could he do with that? The biggest payoff for such an easy job. Just call Mitch, and tell him to hunt and kill a kid. He just had to say it, "How could I refuse." They shook hands, and Sloan walked out with more

confidence in knowing that Wesley would soon be the one being hunted.

Sloan decided not to stick around the city. He could return after Kyle's boys killed Wesley. He choose his old family house to hide in. It was about 30 miles outside the city with a nice 20 acres yard to see if anyone is coming. He had made sure that the house was maintained while he did his work in the city. He still had a key with him at all times just in case of such an emergency.

Sloan entered his house, and made straight for the master bedroom. He had work done back when he started his post as interpreter of the loom. There use to be a walk-in closet, but he had it hidden behind a sliding wall panel. Inside he had stocked up on guns, ammo, and other special supplies. He also had a surveillance system install all around the house that all fed into monitors in this room. Sloan was sure that no one from the Fraternity knew about this place.

So once he was inside with the alarms all set, and a gun in his hands he calmed down enough to have a drink. He walked out with Colt pistol in a shoulder harness. He felt save here.

So he decide to walk down to the TV room, and flipped it on. He was not surprised to see no news about the Fraternity. They had several high ranking people on pay to keep things quiet. He knew they would take care of that mess. He walked over to the bar, and poured himself a glass of scotch. Then proceed over to his huge leather couch, and sat down to see what else was happening back at the city.

A part of him wanting see a news story about Wesley shot dead in mugging, or killed by mistake in gang drive by. No one, but him and Kyle would no that he had ordered this hit. Part of him wanted Wesley to suffer, but most of him just wanted it done. So he could go back, and rebuild his business of death for hire.

He sat there watching the news channels, sipping his scotch, thinking about how he would rebuild his Fraternity.