“Okay, give me chance,” Orlando replies, grinning at me.
I close the large glass door and walk upstairs to the bedroom. “If I had more time, I would join you,” I call.
“If you had more time, I would let you,” Orlando calls back.
He steps from the bathroom wrapped in a towel his damp body glistens under the light.
Damn, I wish I had an extra hour, I would be climbing all over you.
I shower quickly and dress. I have to get over to the other side of the city before eleven.
We walk to the street and Orlando heads off to his car. I climb in mine and quickly make my way over to the headquarters. I approach the gate. A uniformed guard asks for identification. I hand him my pass. The barrier raises and I drive onto the parking lot.
I check myself in the rear-view and step from the car. My skin-tight skirt and jacket look like a power woman’s uniform, but mine is strictly screaming military and impresses no one.
I saunter to the front entrance and a security guard opens the large glass door. I walk inside and the atmosphere is tense. I see people running around and I can see the heads of the departments sitting in the glass-walled meeting room. They look pissed, and I am not surprised. The man who had all the knowledge of cloning has gone, and although they have their own scientists, it is evident, they are nowhere near as advanced as The Kingmaker was.
I look at my watch and see it is ten fifty-five. I march to the door of the meeting room. The girl at reception tells me to wait as she walks inside.
She comes back out and ushers me inside. “Take a seat Tina,” the commander says.
I sit in the seat opposite. I look at all of the top brass of the agency. There are a few faces that seem to be civilian rather than military, maybe these have something to do with the families that were seeking world domination. All of this was just a conspiracy theory to most people, but in reality, it was all true.
“What do you know about the whereabouts of The Kingmaker?” the commander asks.
“Since the day on the docks, I have not seen or heard of him, Sir,” I reply.
“Now are you sure?” he asks.
“Yes, he has made no attempt to get close to the three brothers since,” I say.
“How far did you get in your search? The commander asks.
“I found the doctor who treated him, then after that, the trail disappeared,” I say. I am calm.
“We find it strange though, that we were supposedly protecting him, and then we end up with a dead body matching his description,” the commander says.
“So why was I tasked with finding him, if you knew where he was?” I ask plainly.
“He had information on us, and we wanted you to get close so you could get it, he just moved every time we got close,” the commander says.
“So, Sir, he was going to blackmail you, or something similar?” “You could say that, but what we want to know is, who would… and could shoot him?”
“When did all of this happen?”
“Eight o’clock last Friday night,” he replies.
“Sorry, I was at the grand opening of the club, then,” I say.
“And there is proof of this?” he asks.
“We have a state of the art CCTV and all the photographers were there for the media.”
I look at the clock over the commander’s head. I see the second hand approaching the twelve. Any second now… the shit is really going to hit the fan. A young guy runs to the glass wall of the meeting room and starts banging on the glass. The commander waves for him to come into the room.
The guy runs to the commander and whispers something in his ear. I see the commander’s face redden. He leans to one of the civilian guys next to him and whispers in his ear.
“They have done what?” the guy screams.
“The file,” the commander says, “it has been leaked.”
The civilian guy stands. “You told me you would get it, you know what this means, you know what this means for you especially,” the guy spits to the commander.
I sit and watch the whole show. Insults and screaming happens in front of my face.
“You told me your system could never be hacked,” the civilian guy yells.
“That is what I was told,” he replies.
“You should have checked and then fucking double checked, we have spent billions and years getting this far. And you, you useless fucking cocksucker have let it all get published on the internet,” the civilian guy screams.
I stand and salute the commander. “I think we are finished, Sir,” I say as I walk from the meeting room and the building.
When I get home. I punch my fist in the air. “Bob, you beautiful man, you have done it again.”
I change and head straight to Shona’s club. I see them all at the reception waiting for me to arrive. I jump from the car and head inside. The girls come up to me and throw their arms around me. Tears flood from my face as I look at them.
“It is over, it is finally all over,” I say.
“Are you sure?” Shona asks.
“Yes, I left the agency infighting… with who I guess are the rich families that have been funding everything,” I explain.
“So, no one is going to be looking for us anymore?” Beau asks.
“Nope, everyone is free to live your lives as you see fit,” I explain.
“I don’t know how you managed it all,” Shona says.
“Hard work and determination, and a little help from my friends,” I say with a grin.
I see Shona put her hand in her pocket. She pulls out her cell phone.
“It is Conor, I wonder what he wants?” Shona asks.
She answers the call and puts it on speaker.
“Hey Conor. How is Jamaica?” Shona asks.
“It is cool,” he replies.
“What are you calling for?”
“It is Alex,” Conor says.
“What do you mean, it is Alex?” Shona asks.
“You have to get here, he has gone crazy,” Conor says.
“What do you mean he has gone crazy?”
“The money on the card. I think it is all gone,” Conor yells. Beau’s face turns pale.
“You’re not making sense Conor,” Shona says.
“Shona, just get your ass to Jamaica, stat.”
“Well, who will run the club?” asks Shona.
“Paddy. He is a great businessman, you know.”
“But no one can understand a word he says!”
“I know, me neither. Shona… get your ass on a plane!”
“Alright, Conor… send me the luck of the Irish!”
“Oh, and wish Orlando luck for his first clown appearance. That’s tomorrow, I think.”
Orlando pouts. “For fuck’s sake. He’s in fucken Jamaica, and still knows about it.” Everyone laughs.
Beau changes the mood. “Shona, get those tickets. Looks like it’s Jamaica calling, right now.”
“On it!” Shona races out.
“Looks like another adventure is coming,” I say to Orlando.
“Yes, the fucken birthday party where I am ‘Lando the Clown.’”
“I’ll come for moral support.”
“No, you will not. I am going to tie you up when I get home from it. Then you will see just how funny I really am.” I smile at his perfect face, this could get really interesting.
“The final showdown, or the final countdown, they both give the same result.”
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