His cold body lay before her, the red liquid now forming a puddle around him. His grey eyes were now as motionless as ever and his old wrinkled face was barely visible. Henry Bolton had been a wise man and one of the most successful in his field, which was the problem. Bolton had known too much, so they had to take action, take his body and soul. Drain him of his life, if he refused to cooperate. As planned, he was against them and he concealed the secrets. It was only her pleasure to kill him. With every earth shaking yell and painful groan, she smiled knowing that she was triumphant.
"My lips two blushing pilgrims," a soft whisper came. The figure in front of the body simply stood there breathing in the dead scent. "…ready to stand that rough tough touch with a tender kiss." With those last few words, she left him there, alone with his body growing paler as the seconds went by. She closed the door to his study gently and made her way down the stairs with quick hurried steps. "One down, eleven to go." She managed to say as she left the building.
Before she entered the vehicle, she peeled off the blood-stained gloves and tossed them into a garbage can. None of the pedestrians noticed her due to her small figure and dark clothing. She sat in the leather seat, and the car rode off into the jet black night where she would soon be long forgotten.
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His breathe hit the blank white wall as the suspense enveloped him with every passing second. The footsteps approached as he felt the cold metal of his gun as he held it close to him, pressing against his chest. His breathe grew heavier as the steps came faster. Another step, one more, three, he was at the corner and the cold metal no longer touched his skin but pointed to the confused and terrified man that appeared before him. Troy mouthed the words 'nothing personal' as his finger was forcibly pushed down on the trigger and a bullet was sent flying towards the victim's head flawlessly as it had so many times before. As the man fell to the ground, blood splattered against the opposite wall.
"Just business." He said with an unnecessary explanation.
He quickly went for the exit, leaving the lifeless body where it was. He took out his Motorola phone and informed the agency that he had taken out the target. Then he placed the metallic gun into his blazer pretending to be as unaware of the situation as the pedestrians that surrounding him while he walked on the vacant sidewalk heading towards the crowd where he would be perfectly disguised. It was just too simple: his job.
Troy had grown to be the best in his work; killing approximately three hundred people without a trace of guilt. His mind had grown accustomed to the motionless, empty look on his victim's faces, so his work was becoming increasingly easier.
In a way, he felt accountable for his Uncle's recent death, because it had been someone similar to him that had killed him. Troy Bolton was an assassin; it was true. One that didn't feel when he saw the bloody hole in between a person's forehead or strained lungs gasping for just one more breathe before life was unexpectedly taken away.
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"We need to send in Bolton." Harrison stated trying to make his co worker understand the situation.
"No, not Bolton. It's too much of a risk." Fargo replied as she thoughtfully stared down at the paper in front of her. "He has a temper."
"He's the best assassin. People would question us if we didn't send him in. They'd start having doubts about us and god knows what would happen if the nation didn't trust us, Fargo." Harrison refuted once more. Fargo just simply pushed back her jet black hair and stood pensively. He knew that it was their only option; if only he could get Fargo to see that.
"Harrison, we are some of the smartest people in this nation. No, scratch that; the world! I think we can come up with something other than Bolton." She said scanning his face for a reaction. Harrison simply shook his head; he was a stubborn man who always thought he was right. He was definitely not taciturn whatsoever but sometimes she felt that Harrison could be imprudent in his decisions. Something about hiring Bolton seemed unsafe. After his Uncle's death it seemed almost inhumane to send him in.
"If you have any sense, Fargo, you'll send the boy in. I'm done arguing; I have other business to attend to." Harrison shut his briefcase harshly and left the room without another word, leaving Fargo alone to rethink the situation. At least one member of the team was confirmed; Gabriella Montez would do it in a heartbeat.
Although not wanting to admit defeat, Fargo pressed her thin finger on the speaker and moved her hand away from her face in order to speak. "Tracey?" she called waiting for her assistant to reply.
"Yes, Miss Forth?" she said.
"Can you get Bolton in here for me and…" she gritted her teeth momentarily. "..tell Harrison that it's agreed."
"Sure thing, Miss Forth." Tracey called as she began to dial Troy Bolton's extension into her other line.
"Oh and call in Montez also." Fargo said as she uncomfortably rubbed her forehead starting to have doubts about her decision. She would have to trust Harrison with this one. This could possibly be the greatest mystery since Kennedy's death and she was trusting Harrison of all people. She just kept convincing herself that this was the right thing to do. For herself, the corporation, and America; She had always said that Harrison works here because he's a smart man and if he weren't he'd be working at McDonald's and she absolutely despised when he was right.
She saw Bolton's sly, muscular figure through her glass doors and regret filled every morsel of her lengthy yet modest body. It was too late to dismiss him now so she simply gathered a few papers from the bottom drawer of her desk after unlocking it with a key, and placed them before her awaiting Troy Bolton's entrance.
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"Last night, Jane Tumbler, expert on Charlotte Bronte's novel, Jane Eyre, was found dead. It is suspected that the murder was committed as she typed a curriculum for her Thematic Literature class at Oxford University." A striking Asian woman with a grey suit said as she held the microphone to her lips staring directly into the camera. She continued with the frightening news, "Her body was found with a wound in the left shoulder this morning after the university reported that they hadn't heard from her that day. Further investigations have discovered that Tumbler's death may be related to that of Henry Bolton's, renounced literary expert on Arthur Conan Doyle's, 'Sherlock Holmes' stories. Police have no news yet about who the killer may be, but they are searching determinedly for a murderer." She paused once more. "This is Cassie Yorushaku with the Evening News on Channel 5."
Gabriella turned off the T.V, shaking her head as she sat back down at her computer. Her coworkers were also baffled by it, but not as much as the town's people. They all stared at Gabriella as she had turned it off. Now they looked at it blankly waiting for one of them to start a conversation.
"Strange, isn't it?" Lana said as she typed away on her computer. "Why would they be out to get people who love literature or whatever?" She said.
"I don't know, but I heard Harrison mumbling something about sending Bolton in to deal with 'Ordo Secretus'; that's what they're calling it now." Paul entered into the talk. "They've never come up with a name like that, yet. It's kind of suspicious that they haven't spoken directly to us about it."
"Yeah." Lana agreed.
Gabriella's speaker let out a loud beep and she pressed her finger on it in order to receive the message. "Montez, Director Forth needs you right now in her office."
"Thanks, Tracey; I'll be right there." She responded relieved to get away from the chatty people in her office. That was all they talked about all day long and frankly Gabriella was growing scared of the situation. It was certainly a peculiar one. She fixed her clothing making sure that she was presentable to see the Director. Miss Forth was always precise and picky when it came to 'professional qualities that her workers had to obtain'.
Thanks for reading. The next chapter will explain to Troy and Gabriella as well as you guys the whole 'Ordo Secretus' thing. At least some of it anyway…Its going to be juicy so stay tuned! Pretty please review!
