Book Two: Part Four - Binding Evil - Chapter Four
The Phone Call – 9:10 p.m.
“Thanks for asking, Ed. He’s doing just great. It’s like every day he gets a little bit better and a little stronger. He really is coming along far better than I expected. His therapist has said the same thing.”
“Is, or has he come to grips with Mark’s death? I mean, he was every bit as close to him and he is with you.”
“I know. We went to one psych session a week after he was out of the hospital. Stevie is fine, and the counselor said that for fifteen, he carried an abundance of maturity inside himself.
“Every day that passes, he amazes me, Ed. I always thought raising a child would be difficult to an extent, but Stevie makes my being a mother; a piece of cake.”
“He is a treasure, that’s for certain. But Jan, let me ask you ….”
“I know, I know, Ed. I don’t know when I’ll tell him. Even though the counselor says he’s mature, I can’t help feeling if I tell him our wedding plans now; it might set him off in a bad way. He starts school next week. Let me see how that goes first.”
“I can sit on this as long as needed. But one day, Stevie and I will have that man-to-man talk.”
“Give me until after the first full week after Labor Day. Then we can both sit down and explain things to him.”
“Can do. Will do.
“I love you, Jan.”
“Ditto, Ed.”
Without being heard, a door silently closed.
Monday – August 27th
Universal Time
missle01: u there?
missle01: I have done my part like u asked, this time with video. I was rather pleased
with the look of fear on his face before i shot him. and frankly, i am enjoying
myself. Since u r not here I will upload the vid 2 ur stand-by mail. Hope 2 hear
from u soon.
Missle02: i am here but cannot stay long. ur stand-by mail will have instructions for next
target by 8/29 and if everything goes well after next target we are on the move.
Missle02: be ready.
Court of Order – Helsinki
August 31st – 5:05 G.M.T.
Alexandria Jorgensen waited outside in the governmental parking lot and waited for the owner of the BMW in Space 13 to appear.
According to Ronald (missle02), this would be the final practice run in their (his really) plan to set the world right once more.
And, as she lived and breathed, she found so much wrong with the world, and it was all because of that pig running the country. His party ideas and affiliations had to end. It was time to raise the level and end the so-called society, most, if not all humans lived in.
Poverty, hunger, homelessness, unemployed, under-educated, and the list could go on.
She just knew it time for it to all come to a screeching halt. Until she met Ronald (missle02), she had been at odds with her way of thinking and what she wanted to do with her life, but he has the plan, and she wants to see it through to the very end.
She can see the man she is waiting for, coming toward his flashy BMW. The Lord Judgeship, Cowell Potterdame’. He is one of five executive judges presiding over the providence of beloved Helsinki. He must go.
She stepped from her small electronic car and walked over to him, feigning that she has a problem with her vehicle. As she gets him to walk away from his BMW, and before he can fathom the reasons why; she turns on him. A camera in one hand, a Luger in the other; a 22 caliber semi-automatic Beretta, silencer attached.
His eyes widen at first in surprise, then shock, to finally, outrage.
“You dare do this to me, young lady. Have you any idea who I am?”
“I have known of you a very long time. That is why today, you die.”
She pulled back the hammer home the clicks louder and that a bomb going off or at least that how it seemed for Cowell Potterdame’. It was at that precise moment his face went from indignation to stark white fear.
No one heard the faint ping as the silencer muted the explosion that erupted the left side of his face.
Alexandria bent down, retrieved the shell casing that ejected from her gun, then she walked over to her car, glided her small frame into it and went home as if nothing had happened.
Cowell Potterdame’ would make the front pages of the newspaper and would be talked about for days.
Perth, Australia
August 31st – 5:05 G.M.T
Ronald Ambercorn waited patiently. Patience, in his business is a necessary evil. He was always paid well for extracting as much patience as possible to make certain of a job well done, was well-executed.
In three minutes, he would make another $200,000 for a single bullet to the brain.
Oh, how he loved his work. But he loved the money even more. Ronald had no lover, no one single friend. In his line of work, they are a liability he can do without.
Here comes Bryan Matterhorn, Junior Judicialship for the attorneys of record in and around Perth. He was responsible for all trial cases to be evenly sorted out by state-owned lawyers. Today, they would need someone to replace him. Why? No reason. Just a target for a client.
A client that will pay even bigger bucks for a future hit.
As with all his contract hits, Ronald videos each one as proof for payment. As always, half up front, the rest upon delivery.
Bryant Matterhorn had no reaction time. He died suddenly, quickly, with a look of certain perplexity.
It is the kind of look Ronald explains thusly. “Surely you are mistaken.”
Never.
Now, if that woman has finished her part, and it seems apparent she thinks she is doing this for all the right reasons to “right the wrongs of a nation”, she once told him online, she will prove quite perfect for the next big score. That one is a hundred-million dollars.
Too bad Alexandria won’t see a penny of it.
Friday Evening – August 31st
Universal Time
missle01: that was impressive. he was almost laughing at u before he realized it was going
2 be over b4 he knew it.
missle02: ty. Ur vid was impressive as well.
missle02: now pay close attention. in the next 3 minutes i will be closing down my page
for good. get a pen or pencil and paper. once u have the info down, u will
follow suit and close ur page as well. There will be a plane ticket waiting 4 u at
the airport. it leaves in 2 hours. b on it. meet me at this address.
missle01: 2 hours? i won’t have a lot of time to pack things.
missle02: pack very little. pack nothing. just be on that plane. this is the moment u have
waited 4.
missle01: ok. what is the address.
missle02: 2356 cranston way, montie, new york. i will meet you there in 2 days’ time. It
is america’s holiday. we will hardly be noticed. u have all ur paperwork in order,
correct.
missle01: yes. i have the address written down.
missle02: i will cu in 2 days’ time. Goodbye.
missle01: goodbye.
She hit send and it came back as, “Undeliverable. User no longer exists.”
That quickly he erased his tracks.
She did the same.