IN BLOG WE TRUST - Part 8
Captain America -
Colonel Hart opened the file on his desk. The face of Mikhail Rosakof stared out at him blankly. As a Colonel he had one overriding ambition...to become a General. To this point his stewardship of his latest assignment had been flawless. His anticipated success along with endorsements from the Company should easily open the door into that very exclusive club.
But it was time to take stock of his current position. Unfortunately Mr. Rosakoff had let his curiosity get the better of himself. It proved to be his undoing. Just dumb luck the Resistance got to him first. It was a big gamble absorbing him into the WRK project, but sooner or later there had to be human trials.
As the project manager Col. Hart couldn't risk details of this project getting out. If the resistance found out how much progress they had made, or if they suspected the real goals they could finally forge a coalition to bring down the Government. After the destruction of the last rebellion their society couldn't afford another period of internal conflict. Col Hart couldn't afford that.
As he turned the page the picture of the police detective stood out. His involvement had complicated things. Jack and Jim had botched the operation as far as he was concerned. They would soon find out the price for failure. He needed to tie up some loose ends. "Secure line please" he said out loud.
Supervisor X finished the conversation by saying "Close line" out loud to no one in particular.
Jack stood up and motioned to Jim as the subway train came to a halt. "There's been a change in assignments". "What the fu*k is going on?" Jim demanded. "We're to go back to Rosakoff's apartment and ready it for another tasking, X's orders".
Amalee strolled into Supervisor X's office and sat on the couch as if she hadn't a care in the world. In reality this guy made her nervous. Not him personally, but the goons he controlled. "I'm glad to see you again" he began.
"Well it's been a while" she said taking stock of his body language. As usual he gave little away.
"We know you have been moonlighting for the Resistance" Supervisor X said.
Amalee was stunned. Why was he bringing this up now?
"What makes you say that?" was all she could muster.
"Sweet Amalee your handiwork is all too familiar to those of us in the know".
Supervisor X was going somewhere but Amalee didn't know where. But she was sure at this point that wherever he was going he needed her. At least for a while.
"What I do under contract is my own business". "What is it that I can help you with?" "You didn't bring me all the way up here to stare at my tits...or did you?" she said as she leaned forward momentarily throwing the Supervisor off his game.
"No indeed", he said flush faced.
Jack and Jim had finally arrived at the huge apartment block. They merged into the early evening crowd and headed toward one of the lesser used elevators. Stepping inside Jim was still grumbling. "This is just shit". "We shouldn't be here" As the dimly lit elevator hit floor seven the familiar ding filled the car. The doors groaned open and a tall stunning, blond was at the door. Both men were momentarily motionless as their biology overrode their instinct. It was all the time Amalee needed. Almost fluidly she produced a high powered pistol and shot Jim in the face. Jack was so stunned he instinctively turned and watched Jim fall to the floor. Reflexively he tried to pull his own pistol but it was already too late. A bullet crashed through the side of his skull killing him instantly. Two more shots rang out in quick succession as the elevator doors closed. The noise from the four second encounter rarely registered in the building. Amalee dropped the pistol as the elevator doors closed and took the dead men to the tenth floor.