CHAPTER THREE: THE RENDEZVOUS
Time has been more or less like every physical entity. It is just that it has always been vaunted curative powers, since time immemorial. I always fed on it. I always embraced patience. I always waited. The correct time to strike was not to be speculated but established. That is better than blowing everything up. It saves on energy and also on time. Just as the words of a certain philosopher which go as “Be sure to put your legs in the right place, then stand firm.”
All these thoughts of time and optimism saturated my brain and a man who came from behind, taking my Smith and Wesson .38 special brought me back to reality. The other guy was still pointing the gun towards me. My heart was drilling through my ribs. I felt nauseated. For the first time in my life, I was afraid. I had to put my hands in my pockets as so these bozos won’t see them shaking. What gave me hope was that these guys were not cops. If they were, where are their badges? What bugged me the most is how they knew my name. Allan Cork McCummings was a fictional name. After the real me died.
The guy sank in my chair. He was rolling my Smith and Wesson .38 special in his finger as he made himself comfortable. He spoke. “Great job you did Marcus, I’ll take it from here.” No sooner had Marcus put down his aim than I turned him round and skillfully took his gun out of him. My left hand firmly on his neck and my right hand pointing the gun on his head.
“Wow Allan. Relax. We are here to talk.” The other guy spoke so candidly. He was still rolling my Smith and Wesson .38 special.
“Start talking before I blow his brains.” I said.
“Don’t do something you will regret.”
“No one tells me what to do.”
“I am Abraham Satraken.”
Abraham Satraken was the owner of the armoury where I ordered my guns and ammunition. We never met because the order is done online and the deliveries always go to a different address. Then I could pick up my parcel later on. Payment was made before deliveries. By bank.
” I know all my clients and since you’ve been a consistent buyer, I did a speed check on you. I have to know everyone so no one can turn on me. You have a great deal of skill, I’m impressed. ” He spoke with a face life had chewed on.
“What do you want?” I asked condescendingly. Holding Marcus even more firm.
“I have a proposal for you. I give you assignments. Fire arms on discount. Most of them will be international missions.”
“I work alone.”
“If you don’t want to be a part of it, you can do only this one. It has to be executed. It has to be perfect. It has to be you. I’m not begging, I’m insisting.”
“Goes through me. There’s a good potato in it cork sucker.”
“I’ll sleep on it.” I said. Face expressionless.
“Great talking to you Allan Cork McCummings.”
“Next time. Get your formalities right. Its Allan Wolf.” I said as I let Marcus loose.
“There will never be a next time Allan Wolf. Give me your answer before today midnight. Anchor is up by midnight, don’t be late.” Abraham Satraken said while handing me my Smith and Wesson .38 special. He opened the door.
“Oh! Look who’s hungry. Pizza is here.” Abraham Satraken added.
Marcus snatched his gun and followed Abraham Satraken. I put my Smith and Wesson .38 special at the back and waited. For the pizza ofcourse. I had even forgotten that I had ordered pizza from Dick’s. Dick’s always delivered their pizzas at my doorstep every Thursday and Sunday night. At exactly 17 minutes to 10 o’clock.
Apart from gas, pizza was the only thing I paid by cash. The delivery girl always handed the pizza, took the cash and left. Today she spoke.
“Those guys have colder eyes than yours.”
I was silent. Still wondering if I was so transparent.
“You are the only one out of town who orders pizza at night.” I was silent.
“Your wall clock is 6 hours and 11 minutes ahead. Creepy.” That captured me.
“Hey observant woman, you making me uncomfortable.” Already feeling my gun. Prepared.
“Roisin,” she said. “Although it’s written on my tag.”
“Jack,” I lied. “Your cash is on the table.”
“Have a good night Jack.”
“Great night to you.” I faked a smile. I watched her drive away. I closed the door. I put off the lights.
I sat down and reflected on the day. It was fucked up. I had no ride. The thoughts of Abraham Satraken pissing on my face and Roisin shitting even more were disturbing. I knew death if I saw it. It wasn’t nigh. I kinda liked Roisin because she had been nice. She was beautiful and had a fine posterior to match with. For Abraham Satraken, it was more than blackmail. He was desperate and I was the only hitman who could deliver. If I ordered ammunition that day, someone had to die. That was clear and evident. 13 missions all successful. 13 and counting because I just got started. I looked at my wall clock and did the maths. It was 17 minutes to midnight. I took my laptop and typed an email to ASSAD, Abraham Satraken Supplies of Armoury and Deliveries. ‘I’m in.’ Almost immediately, a reply came.
Mission: Terminate the target
Time: 1540 – 1550 hours
Target: Miguel Garcia
Mexico Minister of Education
45 years of age
Location: Malinalco at a press conference.
Hint: silver rings on fingers of left hand.
If you accept the assignment. Send ACCEPT.
©Rashid Hunt 2017