Chapter 8: Is this for real?
The next one on the list was hiding in Florida. He was caught on Instagram. And the rest was a terror to say the least. He kept bear traps hidden here and there. He came at us with everything but the kitchen sink. He wasn't the only resident he had a couple of dogs. To make things worse gators came out of nowhere and we almost died. I had to use a twelve gauge pump to kill them. He died falling down the stairs and snap his neck. He was beheaded and mailed you know where.
Number three was found hidden in Pinsk a city of Belarus. She used a rifle and shot him from a distance and pretended to work for the Medical Examiner to acquire his head. Number four was found in Malaysia where he was hiding in slums. He had reinforcements in the form of kids. It was easier than we thought as he fell into our booby trap. He was escorted alive as he was to stand trial before his execution. Number five seemed to chaff the assassin in all the wrong ways. I am talking three hundred and fifty degrees of purest loathing. She and I made a plan and she went against it the second she saw him. I had to tase her to stop her. I simply pretended I was room service and slipped a sleeping pill to his drink. He was unconscious till we arrived at Castle Keep the secondary home of the high table. They complimented me and I asked them to convince her to stop making things personal. She would have died if I didn't stop her. They asked her if I really did stop her from going berserk. She signed that I used the taser. They laughed merrily and gave me a heavy gold coin. The front had an intricate skull with elongated fangs and the back had a spider's web on it. On the edge of the coin was inscribed in Latin 'There is no Darkness but Ignorance' They stood and watched as I admired this piece of metal that they take for granted. They understood that I am a woman of principles and would never betray the rules.
I was taken by Limo to a tailor where he asked me what type of dresses I would like sewn and what type of lining I would prefer. Would it be for a knife attack or full tactical. I asked for a few day and evening gowns Italian style with tactical lining. They promised to deliver it to my new apartment in the most expensive neighborhood in the city. Then I was taken to a restaurant where I was taken to the back. I was shown a heart stopping armory and asked to choose whatever I like to take with me. Then I was taken to a church basement where there was a working bank with actual customers lining to deposit or withdraw their coins. I was given the XIV account number and three thousand gold coins to open the account. After which an additionnal ten thousand more were deposited. I was escorted to a car dealership and was asked to take any car I wanted. I chose a Bugatti Divo. These three trips cost me only a hundred coins.
I was taken to my new apartment. I was told them I have no pets. They were delighted to have a guest that won't look for loopholes. I walked into see the most breathtaking view I had ever laid eyes on. The room was minimalist in design and the scenery outside took my breath away. The manicured garden and the view of the river was amazing. I was lost for words when someone called out to me from the floor above. I looked up to see a handsome man in a silk shirt and denim jeans. He was eyeing me with interest when a woman walked out. I turned around and walked back to my room. I locked the door and checked messages. As I had guessed Peter wanted to know if I was ok, Alex wanted to know if I was bleeding and Edward wanted to know when I was coming back. I called Edward to let him know that I will see him in a few hours. There was a knock on the door and an envelope was slipped under it. I heard no footsteps and saw a retreating shadow. It instructed that I should return to New York immediately and reassume my job as an investigator. I was also instructed to call the number scribbled in the back when I get out of the airport. I was also instructed that if a member was responsible to look the other way or have a certain officer arrest them. It will be a return to the sender. After I scribbled the number on a piece of paper I was instructed to burn the letter. Which I did. The moment it turned to smoke the doorbell rang to take me back to New York. The young Caucasian man with Mullet hair and a butler's uniform escorted me to a Chevrolet Malibu. He seemed to behave as though he was my butler since my childhood. The driver gave me a polite smile and drove me to the private hanger where an Embraer was waiting for me.
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