Alison sat at the table. A morning coffee table full in front of her. Her father joined her. Her father began to pour himself and Alison looked at the same girl if she served with a huge smile on her face. She was still wearing her pajamas when. The young woman was getting impatient, she wanted to sort things out quickly so she could get back to her normal routine.
"Father!" She called.
"Hm," he said in response.
"Tell me about the targets. Give me pictures and the necessary information. "Alison asked.
"Not yet." That's all they answered.
"Why?" Alison asked impatiently.
"After breakfast, Alison," Charles said and his daughter nodded back to eating her pancakes.
(...)
"Does John Seed refer you to anyone?" His father asked and threw a photograph at it.
Alison took the picture and appraised the man in it. He was dark and seemed to be tall. Fast-haired hair and a well-groomed beard. Piercing and charming blue eyes and a captivating smile, in Alison's opinion.
" No! I do not remember meeting this guy, "she replied.
"Remember when I said the Duncan family business was murder? Well, not all Duncan wanted that kind of life. Your Uncle Richard was a coward, remember him? "His father questioned him.
"Vaguely," Alison replied. "What does he have to do with it?"
"Your uncle's asshole turned his back on our family and built his little empire in law." Charles looked at his daughter and suddenly became nervous. "And he married a rich daddy's daughter. They adopted a boy. "
"Wait, you do not mean-" Alison's eyes widened.
"This John Seed was adopted by them." His father revealed it at once.
"Okay, that surprised me." The girl admitted. "So this guy is the target."
"Yes. This idiot is trying to buy the farm. I do not understand, the farm is charging well and I'm not going through any squeeze and yet he keeps coming here with those peggies trying to buy the property. He should know I will not sell! "Charles was clearly angry.
"Can I play with him, before I hunt him?" Alison asked.
"Do as you wish, just do not let him find out much about us." His father shrugged.
"You mentioned he was part of a cult. Where's that thing? "Alison asked.
"Why do you want to know?" Charles asked, having an idea of the answer.
"Know your enemy and know yourself." She hummed.
"Are you citing the art of war?" Her father asked.
"Yes, I read this book last summer." Alison shrugged.
(...)
Alison was wearing a white dress. He was strapped and lacy. It gave an angelic look to his demonic figure. She wore a small white heel and her hair was loose. Her dark brown hair was loose again. The small church was sitting in the background.
Alison marked her displeasure of being in a place like that. She and God have never had a good relationship because of their work and the way they lead their lives. Her mother at first thought that Alison might have a different path if she gave herself to faith. Which Alison never did.
She was hearing the words of a handsome man. His voice sent shivers through her skin. Alison liked the one that those alienated called Father. He was intriguing to the young in a way that no one ever managed to be.
When the blessed preaching ended at last, Alison rose and she watched John Seed speak to the man who preached the word. The people began to rise and Alison hurried to leave before she drew unwanted attention.
But, it was too late for that.
"I've never seen you around here." A sweet, feminine voice reached Alison's ears.
Alison turned and saw a beautiful young blonde in a white dress with long sleeves. She struggled to put a smile on her face.
"I'm passing through the Shire," Alison replied.
"Faith Seed." She introduced herself. "It's a pleasure to meet you," Faith says, holding her hands.
"Alison Duncan!" He replied.
"Duncan? Are you related to Charles Duncan? "Faith asked in surprise.
"I'm his daughter," Alison says proudly in her voice.
"We all thought Charles was a loner, since we never knew he had relatives," Faith commented. "I picked flowers myself and brought them to her house when my brother came to visit him."
"Dad did not mention much about you in our conversations. He just told me that his brother was trying to buy the farm. "Alison commented and listened to Faith's expressions. "You're trying to get milk out of stone!" Alison laughed a little. "He can not sell, because he's not the real owner."
"So who's the owner?" Faith asked interested.
"I am the owner of course. And I came to make sure that my father is at peace and that they stop disturbing us with this talk. The farm is making a profit, let's not sell, can you give this message to your brother? "Alison asked. Faith nodded.
"Great! See you around then. "Alison smiled and left the church quickly.
Now all Alison wanted was to see what John Seed would do. What's your next move? Your next step? Now he would have to go directly to her and try to persuade her to sell his property. And Alison would use that as an excuse to get even closer to her target.
