RAVIEL (22)

I had barely slept for two whole days and don’t ask me what my mood was today. My mood was definitely not as bright as the skies in Orange County. I looked like an idiot behind the sunglasses perched on my nose. The meeting in Miami was tough. They pressured me to hand over all the weapon prototypes I had been developing for years because they were afraid I would betray them and sell my weapons to their enemies. They even started threatening to dismantle my illegal business if I refused.

Tch, they think I’m afraid of their cheap threats.

Not at all.

They were the ones who should be afraid of me. I held all their trump cards. I knew their dirtiest secrets. They were dirtier and more dangerous than all my illegal businesses. I didn't mind losing all my illegal businesses. They only contributed a few dollars to my organization. Not much. But those bastards would be finished if all their dirty secrets were revealed to the public.

“Good morning, sir. How can I help you?”

“Yes. Check in under Arthur Doyle.”

“Please wait a moment, Mr. Doyle.”

I wish I had a few hours to sleep. My eyes felt so heavy, and my brain kept telling me to close them. But when I turned around, I saw Alan Robert’s entourage walking hurriedly towards the cars parked in front of the resort. The men in suits surrounding Alan looked very tense and alert. They covered Alan with their bodies until Alan actually got into the car.

Shit

My body, especially my eyes, would not like to see that. Say goodbye to naps.

“Here’s your key card, sir. President suite number five.”

“Thanks. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, sir.”

“Are they Senator Alan Robert’s entourage?”

“Yes. They were supposed to stay here for three days and hold some private dinners with some colleagues.”

“But?”

“I don’t know what happened, but I heard they canceled it.”

“Suddenly?”

“I think so.”

The woman smiled sweetly at me, her arms folded professionally on the table.

“Anything else, sir?”

“No.”

“Our bellboy will bring your luggage to your suite.”

“No need. I’ll carry it myself. Thanks for the answers.”

Fuck

Something was wrong here. They wouldn’t be in such a hurry to leave this resort if nothing happened. Did they know that I was going to kill Alan Robert tonight, in the middle of his gala dinner? If so, I’m so fucked up. I didn’t prepare plan B because I was so sure that I was going to kill him tonight.

I had to improvise right now.

“Fuck! Where did you put your fucking eyes, huh?”

I told you that I was in a really bad mood today, and people shouldn’t mess with me. This damn waiter suddenly bumped into me and spilled hot coffee all over my black shirt. I fucking wanted to rip him in half, but I was in a hurry, and I didn’t have much time to teach him a lesson.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll clean your shirt.”

“Get your damn hands off me,” I slapped his hand away as he tried to clean the front of my shirt, which had a huge coffee stain on it.

I was just lucky enough to be wearing a black shirt. The stain wasn’t too obvious. Still, the damn waiter was burning my skin underneath with his hot coffee.

“Get the fuck away from me.”

I didn’t care about the stares everyone was giving me. I walked straight to the back door of the resort, past the outdoor dining area, and around to the parking lot. I had to get Alan today or never. Time was tight. And I damn well wanted to get home to my stepdaughter.

Alan Robert’s entourage headed south. There were five cars in front of me, and one of them had to be carrying Alan. I had to make a decision quickly because Alan could be anywhere in the five cars. He could even be in the last car in the convoy. Sometimes they still used cheap tricks to fool their enemies.

As they passed an intersection, the five cars suddenly turned in different directions.

Shit

It was damn profitable, but also frustrating because it was like a gamble for me. If I guessed correctly which car Alan Robert was in, it would be easier to execute him since he wouldn’t have his other bodyguards following him. But if I was wrong, I would have wasted my time following the wrong car.

“Seth, use the satellite to find Alan Robert’s position.”

“Okay, sir. What happened?”

There was the sound of keyboard tapping and a few taps as Seth clicked his mouse.

"I don't know, but they canceled dinner. They left the resort in a hurry, and they tightened security around Alan Robert."

“They wouldn’t cancel it so suddenly if nothing happened.”

“You find out what happened. My gut feeling is that they knew I was coming to kill him, so they panicked and left the resort quickly.”

“Sir, I got Alan Robert’s location. Two cars joined him after they crossed the bridge leading out of town. Alan Robert was in the second car.”

“Okay. You check every corner of the base and find the source of the leak. I will contact you again after I finish the order.”

My car sped towards the location point that Seth had sent me. Three dots were flashing on my monitor screen. One of the three dots was the car carrying Alan. I had to get rid of the first and third cars before I killed Alan.

I tapped the screen twice and started searching for a spot to take down the two cars. I needed a high place with a perfect angle to take out those damn guards.

“Got it. You’re going to die today, Alan.”