chapter 3

hi guys i'm finally back from along period of poem writing. hope you guys like the newest instalment.

Chapter 3.

 

        The silence in the lab was deafening. Alex stood alone, the pale blue illumination on the computer lighting up the three day old stubble. He rubbed his chin ruefully. The search hadn’t been easy. Three days with no sleep, and continuous shouting at his team had worn them down to little more than shadows of their former selves. Alex himself was on the verge of sleep. His brother and Andrea shared a sofa, while Inspector Mark Chua and Cindy Mraz were dozing on the table. Alex felt the small entry wound on his chest. A .50 caliber bullet, standard Ziegler ammo. A souvenir, from the man’s whose name was now flashing on the screen.

 

        Silas Carter. An American German assassin, willing to work for anyone who had the right price. And he was a sadist, so the right price was easy to find. The only traces that he had ever existed were on the FBI network. The CIA team had to pull some strings and piss off some politicians before they could get their hands on the man’s folder. Apparently, the FBI had hired him, to kill Saddam Hussein. The fatal shot had been from a Ziegler, a .50 caliber bullet. Alex had had his doubts about the shot and the new cases of murder opened up those doubts. He hit the shut down button, and as the computer screen blacked out, so did he.

 

        Venice, 1am in the morning. The ornate buildings were empty, and the canals were quiet. Cafes all around the city were occupied by the roosting pigeons. A thick, ugly adobe building stood at the end of one of the piers. A man tipped his cap to the gargoyle next to it, and then disappeared inside.

 

        Larissa de Monte Carlo opened her eyes groggily. Her captors had drugged her out of her head the night before. She tried to scream, but her mouth was filled with dried saliva. A croak escaped her lips, and then, there was the unbearable silence of being alone. The door at the far end of the building opened, and a man walked in. Larissa suddenly became aware of the fact that she was naked. Her arms reached for the thin shawl that lay on the floor close by. Wrapping it around her thin frame she stared with hostile eyes as the man proceeded to remove his coat and his gloves. The cap, he left on. *“bonjour. je fais confiance que vous avez dormi la nuit dernière bonne” he rasped, in a broken voice.

 

        *“voyant comme vous m'avez dopé, oui” she replied coldly.

 

        “oui” he replied, as he leaned closer. His breath was a strange heady smell of anesthetic and fish. Larissa kicked him in the shin, hard. He swore and pressed her throat with two fingers. Immediately, she started to choke. He released the pressure about half a minute later. Larissa’s eyes were watering with the pain. “vous et moi allez obtenir le long de l'oiseau juste bon et petit” he growled.

 

        The door burst open with a bang and armed men swarmed in. a flash bang went off, Larissa heard a swear and then, all was black.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Undying Glory]

i like this chapter, it's certainly cool. i think you should put the translations of the french sentences for the benefit of those who don't know french. other than that it's great work