Chapter 10
The leader and the trio:
Tania Thompson was in her manor, enjoying her cup of coffee. By the door stood 2 guards each holding R &S rifles. Smale was in front of her, flipping through his files. No one spoke. The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. A few minutes later, Smale tore his gaze away from the files and focused on Tania. " I understand you have forked out your time to talk to me, and I shall be brief with it. I just need a document, you know, the one with blue sides and a red stamp on the front of it. Yeah... That one"" I am extremely sorry Mr Desan. I am unable to register what you have said and I have no idea what document you are looking for. My attendants have gone through the whole drawer and have found nothing." Her voice was flat and emotionless as if she was a robot. " I'm sure there is! It must be here! I dropped it off here just a week ago! I gave it to one of your staff!" Smale insisted, not letting Tania off the hook. " And by what name is the staff?" Tania spoke flatly, her gaze directed to the computer screen beside her. She rested her delicate fingers on the keyboard, ready to type in whatever name. " I don't know. But she had brown hair, blue eyes..." " The NAME!" Tania boomed, still looking at the computer screen. " If you do not have the name, you might as well leave as we do not have the document." Smale did not show any disappointment. More like raw anger. You literally see smoke billowing out of his ears. "OUT!" Tania hollered. The two guards grabbed his arm and dragged him out off the room, Smale's feet dragged uselessly behind.
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Hasket made himself a good breakfast. Scrambled eggs, toast and kipper, freshly brewed coffee and hash brown. It had been two days since Chyle disappeared and surprisingly, he was not angry about the loss of money, in fact, he was happy that he did not need to feed one more mouth. Bored out of his skull, he reached for the remote control and switched on the television. The television reluctantly flickered on with a buzz and turned itself on to the news.
Major Injured In Unknown Attack.
A picture of the major flickered onto the screen followed by the footage of three masked men barging into the room, holding an m240 7.62 and pointing at the major. Suddenly, a line of white appeared from the gun. The white line went in slow motion through the air and penetrating the major's left side.
A shaggy, unshaven and lean man who called himself Carhlo was a hired assassin. He had a mysterious career. He was a contract killer who had killed more than 50 people for briefcases of cash. This time, he was hired to kill Mrs Thompson for a hefty amount in return. There were two others with him. Waltson and Medorn. Waltson was a brutish brute. He was large and his bronze muscles emerging everywhere was able to strike fear into anyone's heart. Medorn was another lean man. He was too quiet for a contract killer. But if he had to speak, it would be a friendly conversation.
Carhlo was wearing a green collared shirt and brown jeans. If anyone were to search him, they would find a gun his right pocket. From his appearance, he looked completely ordinary. Carhlo went into a entrance of the block and stepped onto the marble floor. A gust of strong cool air of the air-conditioner smashed his face. A chandelier hung from the ten story high roof. There was a large oversized sofa on one end and a few plush chairs on the other side. A large coffee table stood in the middle with a few magazines and newspapers. The three men headed straight for one of the 5 entrances on the sides of the room. Carhlo went in first and was immediately blocked by a smart-looking security officer.
'Sorry, do you have a pass for this entrance?'
' We are looking for Mrs Thompson.'
' You need to produce a pass.'
' Let us through!'
' Sorry but you need a pass.'
' Just let us in!'
' Move out of here!' it was Waltson who talked. In his hands was a revolver which was pointed straight at the man's forehead. ' Of you don't let us in, this bullet is going into your head!'
'I can't!'
'ONE!'
'No!'
'TWO!'
' Fine!'
The flustered guard side-stepped and made a huge space for the three man. 'Thank you!' Said Waltson and shot him. Red blood splattered out of the man's head and onto the red carpet. The man fell to the ground in a dead splat and the three killers walked by him as if he was not even there. They made their way to the other end of the bright tunnel and stepped into the lift at the other end. Pressing the 8 button. The lift closed with a ding and covered the dead man and everything from sight. A few seconds later, they came to the 8th floor. The men had placed the balaclavas on their heads. The first thing Medorn did when he came out was not to breath but to shoot a security camera down with his revolver. He had placed a silencer on the gun so it did not make any sound. Waltson caught the security camera immediately like an expert juggler. Now that the security camera was out, they could carry out their plan easily. Carlho took the lead and walked silently across the blue carpet that covered the ground, he walked along the carpeted corridor of doors until he came to a room with two potted plants on either sides of the doors. Medorn knocked on the door with a polite tap.
'Come in!' came a reply that sound behind the door. The men had to be quick with what they were doing, else, if anyone finds out about the dead man at the lobby, they where going to be in hot soup. Carhlo, slid in through a small gap that the door had opened and shot Tania. The bullet was supposed to aim at her heart, killing her instantly. However, Carhlo misfired and shot Tania in the ribs. Imagine what you feel when you fall on your bottom and all the airgets knocked out of you. Tania was feeling the same now all the air was robbed out of her, she gasped for air for a few second, then passed out. Waltson slammed into the room and rummaged the whole drawer, tearing all the documents out. Paper flew everywhere. ' Where is it?' Medorn grunted. He had finally spoke for the past half an hour. Then it happened, Medorn saw what looked like a picture. He slapped towards the picture and tore it from the wall. And there it was, a secret compartment. It was box sized and there was a few files. One of them read 'Top Secret. D.S.C' Waltson hurried over and took it off the box. It was a brown book, with blue sides and a red stamp which read ' Top Secret' on the cover. The stamp was needless as anyone would be able to guess that such a unique booklet would belong to some top person in a top position. And Smale fitted right in. Hurried, with the file under his arm, Waltson smashed the window with his pistol by flinging the whole thing onto the glass window. The window cracked but did not shatter. He flung it again and it cracked more, but did not shatter. Finally, out of irritation, he dealt the window a punch of his muscular finger and the window shattered, its pieces of sharp glass flying everywhere. They had particularly chose this window because before they went in, they saw an air-conditioner engine below the window and another below it by the side of it. The air-conditioner engine was like a flight of stairs, slowly leading down to the ground floor. The last engine was at least 10 feet above the ground. Additionally, the floor was also a grass patch, which would not cause any fatal injures from a 10 feet fall.
Slowly and steadily, the three men descended down to the engines. When they were at about 40 feet above the ground, Carhlo's eagle sharp eyes saw what was waiting for them. There were at least five police cars and an three ambulances outside the luxury office tower. They would be spotted if they were to continue their original plan. The men reached the ground and Carhlo's eyes darted about, think for a way to get out of the policemen's sight. Carhlo's had studied the building and it's structures before. He had even been allowed to tour the building when he was given a fake identity by one of his employers as a repair man to fix broken pipes. The whole building had secret compartments, which meant that people could go anywhere they like. These compares are unique to people of the building and only they know about where these compartments are and where they lead to. Carhlo had toured the outside of the building and realised that there was a large pipe in the wall where it lead to an underground tunnel and they would appear in an alley of Brukin Road. Carhlo, felt for the walls and tapped gently. Finally, he felt something hollow. He pressed two fingers, his index and middle fingers, against the wall and tapped at the right. The door opened automatically and there was a hollow dungeon, with lights and lamps on either side of the stone wall. Paint was starting to peel of from the walls and the whole atmosphere in the tube was stuffy and warm. These did not dampen the trio moods. They were going to their employer and claim there ten thousand dollars each! Excitement was bubbling in them as they made their way into the dungeon. What they missed out was the rotating security camera inside the office of Mrs Thompson. It captured every movement of the men's actions, which left evidence for the police.
Hasket switched off the television, no point watching those stupid news. He finished the rest of his breakfast and went back to work. What work meant was to trash his disposable dishes and utensils and get back on his computer to research more about time and time and time and time. And finally get the key to claim his 1 billion. If he could get the key. Now he wondered where Chyle had gone to, perhaps he had already found it...
