The lounge singer made her way down from the stage, the long flowing evening gown complimented by the stage lighting as she was met with roars of applause and satisfied onlookers. She moved through the crowd joined by Marco on her arm as he leaned in to whisper into her ear.
“The plan is already in motion, Duran is here we need to draw him to the point of no return.”
Marco pretended to be Sora’s bodyguard; escorting her through the crowd and ushering others aside as he walked her towards the table where Charlie and Elena Duran were seated. Charlie applauded as Sora approached his table.
“The lovely Ms. Sora.” He said.
“Mr. Charlie Duran.” She responded.
“Your reputation precedes you.”
“I’m a big fan.” He replied as his eyes looking her over.
Marco stood there at Sora’s side silently. He could tell by the look in Charlie’s eyes that he was mentally undressing Sora with his eyes. He struggled to keep his composure. Everything within Marco wanted to just shoot Duran right here; especially after everything that he had witnessed in that hotel room through the lens of a rifle scope and what he had captured on film to return to Geist with. He had wanted nothing more than to have taken the shot when he had the chance.
In his mind’s eye, Marco could clearly recall the night as Duran stood there with the young woman, his back facing towards the large windowpane. The night air was still which would require very little in terms of windage adjustments to effect a bullet’s trajectory but above all else he had the perfect angle for the perfect shot. The back of the head just behind the right ear.
His breathing steadied as he observed his quarry.
The young woman upon her knees in a state of vulnerability before Charlie Duran’s partially nude figure.
Marco’s finger entered the loop of the trigger guard and came to rest gently against the trigger mechanism itself. He closed one eye, focusing on concentration with the other as he steadied to take the shot.
The shot rang out and the rifle jumped backwards from recoil sending the high velocity round soaring forth at amazing speed. It smashed through the glass creating a glassy spider hole while it almost instantaneously it struck Charlie Duran in the back of the skull killing him instantly. Marco’s hand reached up and unsecured the bolt action, turning the level and pulling back on the action as a single empty shell case was ejected.
Blood spattered across the wall and the young woman as his body crumpled to the floor in a lifeless lump. A fitting end for such a sleazy human being.
But it was not to have ended that way.
“Tell me Mr. Duran. Do you have plans for this evening?” Sora mused.
Charlie looked down at his wife sitting beside him briefly.
Her gaze was towards the table.
“No. I do not believe that I have any prior engagements.” He retorted.
Marco’s eyes shifted from Charlie to Elena and back to Sora. He leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Sora nodded in acknowledgement.
“Well. I insist then that you meet me in my suite tonight.” She answered.
He stifled a devilish grin as he nodded in acknowledgement.
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
Elena pushed her seat back and rose to her feet. She slung her purse on to her shoulder and began heading towards the restroom.
I reached out from my silent observation point and grabbed her arm pulling her into the shadows where I lurked.
“Come. It’s time to go.” I said.
She nodded and kissed me.
Showtime.
Sora motioned to Marco. He nodded and appeared to leave her in peace as she approached Charlie Duran again this time by herself.
“Well Mr. Duran, are you ready to go?” she asked with a seductive smile.
He nodded, taking the songstress by the arm and heading through the hallway towards an exit where a waiting limousine would take them to the entertainer’s suite, a rooftop penthouse as a luxurious beachside resort.
Sora would sense that Duran already was going to try and pull something. She really despised this man and his ways especially after that show of utter discontent for his wife earlier. What kind of man after all would blatantly disregard his wife to spend an evening with some entertainer that he did not even know? She tried her best to keep her composure and stick to the plan to the best of her ability. She could feel his eyes embracing her bustline.
Charlie moved about silently with Sora on his arm. He viewed many women as his sexual conquests, but he had yet to add a famous musical artist to his claim to fame and now here he felt he finally had the opportunity. The buxom bombshell Sora no less.
As they exited through the double doors to the rear exit, suddenly everything went dark.
“What the?!” Charlie barked.
Several of our associates had lain in wait and as the pair entered the privacy of the corridor, one flipped the light switch casting the hallway into darkness while another shoved a cloth hood over Charlie Duran’s head. He was totally disoriented and caught by surprise.
Even without his vision, he could sense the intensity of what was going on as he was rushed along, and he could feel his hands being bound in the depths of the darkness. The unmistakable imprint of a pistol silencer pressed into the small of his back as he was whisked out into the night and shoved out into the loading dock behind the nightclub.
Marco stormed out of the doors with a purpose and kicked Charlie Duran in the back of his knee causing the man to crumple to his knees on the pavement. His hands had been secured tightly with duct tape.
“Goodnight Charlie.” He said as he struck Charlie over the back of his head sending him crashing to the ground.
They tossed the Attorney General into the trunk of a waiting car before they all loaded up and began heading towards what they codenamed Penthouse Point.
A caravan of four black cars with tinted windows maneuvered through the winding streets of the metropolis bound for the coastline.
Police helicopters meanwhile soared overhead in a commotion with their searchlights illuminating the crime scene back over towards the Attorney General’s office. Police squad cars swarmed the area as the investigation began into the shooting earlier in the evening.
Charlie groaned as he came to.
His vision came in and out until finally his senses heightened enough for him to realize that he was seated on a couch within a dimly lit room.
He had expected to end his evening inside a luxury penthouse suite mounting a beauty lounge singer but instead here he was bound and secured like some type of hostage in a kidnapping scenario in what appeared to be an abandoned fallout shelter or some kind of storage bunker.
He was nude. He was seated on a couch propped up with his ankles and wrists secured with tape. He tried to speak but his vocal abilities were greatly impaired by a cloth gag which appeared to have been fashioned out of his underwear.
There was a couch sitting in one corner of the bunker. Several men in dark suits stood adjacent and behind where Charlie was seated. A pair of empty chairs sat in front of him, their backs facing towards him.
“Ah. Mr. Duran so nice of you to join us. It’s been far too long.” A familiar voice broke through the silence.
Charlie looked over to see his archnemesis Antonio Geist walking into view and taking a seat in one of the chairs.
“I hope that you find the accommodations most fitting for someone of your unique status.” I said with a chuckle, alluding to the almost prison cell like appearance of the room.
Charlie started to grow angry flailing about but unable to move in his restrained state.
“How long has it been now Charlie? Seven? Eight years since you shot me?” I inquired as I propped my arms up upon the back of the chair. My eyes taking in the humored state of Charlie Duran.
“It’s been a long-time coming Charlie.”
Again I chuckled.
“You have quite a reputation floating about you Charlie. Championed boxer that served in the Orient in the Navy. Justice official that helped apprehend and put away some of the world’s most dangerous criminals and imposing all types of wide-ranging legislation to harass and attempt to dismantle the network of organized crime.”
“But there is so much more to you than this illustrious career isn’t there Charlie?”
His eyes narrowed and he glared at me in response.
Marco handed me a manila envelope. Inside the envelope contained the black and white afterhours activities of Mr. Charlie Duran, the ever-esteemed Attorney General.
I thumbed through the varying pictures and slowly slung them at him allowing them to drop to the floor in front of him.
“Adulter. Misogynist. Sadist. Womanizer. Rapist.” I said.
“What? You were naïve enough to believe that you were not under surveillance? Hell, do you know just how many times I could have killed you over the past several months Charlie?”
“Those abrasions on the head of your dick say it all Charlie. Your sexual deviancy got the best of you. It controls you and you neglected all of your own security protocols all so that you could go out and chase after ass.”
Our gazes met and we sat in silence for a few moments.
“All those women whose lives that you ruined. All those people that you framed for your benefit. Hell, on that note I almost envy you. You are almost as good of an extortionist as anyone of us. In another life, I would probably have even put you on my payroll.”
“Ah the road not taken.”
Marco walked over and pulled down the gag from Charlie’s mouth.
“Release me immediately! You don’t think that the Department of Justice won’t realize that a senior official is missing and won’t send a search party to recover me?” he snarled.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
Marco laughed. Sora laughed. The associates laughed.
“Quite the contrary.” Marco replied as he pulled up a news clip on his smartphone and showed it to him.
The screen came alive with a news anchor standing before the bullet riddled façade of the Attorney General’s office. Several black canvas bags lie on the ground and investigators swarmed the area. Outlines of chalk circled where spent shell casings came to rest. The anchor stared into the camera and announced that Charlie Duran, the accomplished District Attorney was under investigation for an insider attack against his own office.
“Mr. Duran, popular and charismatic seemed disillusioned lately and is believed to have gone rogue, shooting at public servants. Four were cut down and killed, a fifth is alive and in critical condition.” She announced into the microphone.
“According to police officials, the surviving victim claimed that they were ambushed from a Justice Department vehicle with .30 caliber rifle fire spraying at them. Investigators have recovered the murder weapon, a .30 caliber carbine rifle said to belong to Duran; its magazine emptied of between ten to fifteen shots. Duran has since fled, and a manhunt is now underway. Duran is to be considered armed and dangerous. He may have taken his wife Elena Duran hostage and absconded from the city possibly preparing for a valiant final stand with law enforcement agents.”
“Also recovered from Duran’s office, a large number of lewd photographs allegedly depicting Doran in various stages of sexual misconduct with various women. The Chief of Police who has viewed the pictures stated to Zero GNT News that Duran was a gregarious adulterer; allegedly having numerous extramarital affairs while holding the office of the Attorney General.”
The images flashed to crime scene tape lining the area, while police officers and investigators combed his office and come across file folders placed upon his desk.
Charlie flew into a fit of rage barking threats at me.
I laughed.
“Charlie. Charlie. Charlie. You just don’t get it. You’re finished.” I replied.
“Your career is over. Your carefully cultivated image is exposed. Now there is one last thing I want to share with you. One final thing I’m going to take from you since you’ve taken so much from me.” I added.
“After you shot me, I thought responding to you with a carbomb was an adequate response. But I’ve come to learn that simply killing you would be far to easy. A physical death would be a gift to you at this point. But, to kill you over and over while you are still breathing is the real answer.” I said as I gestured for Elena to enter the room.
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