Chapter VII

Hidden by the darkness of a thick forest, stood a large gray structure, which resembled a maximum security prison, in fact the few windows were barred. It was surrounded by huge fences that had barbed wire on top. Every 10 meters, there were black men in camouflage and armed with machine guns to guard.
Inside that sinister building, in one of the few offices, a man found himself in front of the man who had hired. The latter was sitting at his desk, he was hooded and had prevented that there were no sources of light from where it was located, so as not to be identified. He called himself simply Edgar, but it was obvious that this was a fictitious name. The bosses of HDC were reluctant to show their true identity.
" Do you believe you can give me what I ask?" began the mysterious character.
"As always, sir." Replied the other, sipping a bit of brandy that was offered to him. He was a tall, dark, about forties years old, that John Walden, he was well-known in the underworld and political circles as a skilled professional killer, as well as a spy. He procured information and victims to the highest bidders, in the utmost discretion. His ability was such that no one had ever managed to catch him, even though there was the suspect that he was involved in a couple of murders.
"You will have to pay more attention this time. She's not an easy target." Admonished him Edgar.
"I'll keep in mind, sir."
Even if he could not see him, Walden felt scrutinized by his regular customer, and this made him uneasy. Although he worked for a long time, always he felt the exact same awe every time he met him. He felt like a child scared yet fascinated by a strict teacher.
"Mr. Walden, I procured you a small advance, that I hope, will encourage you." Continued Edgar, pulling out a briefcase.
John grinned: "I appreciate the incentives! He opened the suitcase and found it full of money.
"Ten per cent of your pay, the rest when the work will be finished. Of course, any costs will be at my expense."
Walden was struck by the generosity of his wealthy customer. It was rare that his buyers would offer voluntarily to reimburse expenses, as well as pay a large sum for an ordinary person. Figures of the kind usually were offered to victims "important" as the political or industrial.
Edgar went on: "I'm not a guy who loves the rush but ... forces majeure forced me to ask you to complete the work as soon as possible."
"I'll just find out where she is. Do not take a long time." Walden assured him.
"And remember, I want her alive!"
"Certainly, Mr. Edgar. But what have I'll do to the others?".
"Lose their leaves for now. They are still protected by the government. Then whole they are very dangerous.".
When Walden was about to leave, he was detained by another recommendation from his client: "Do not forget to take the serum that keeps with her."
The assassin could ever wondered what Edgar to do with a useless little bottle of liquid. But he decided to put aside his curiosity. He had only following orders, for which he was paid handsomely, "Yes, sir."
After the meeting, John Walden came out, with his enormous relief, from that bleak building, going to his car. A new job awaited him. He had now sufficient information to begin.