Skinwalker Apocalypse

Darren Brooker

Johnson came into the office as soon as Miss Cortez informed him that he was needed by the other.

Mr Boyd looked up from the files he was looking through when he heard his bodyguard walk in.

"You sent for me sir." The bigger and bulkier man said. Standing at the height of 6'2", and with a huge frame, Johnson Wilson was a human giant.

He had dark ebony skin, and a bald head. He tends to wear knit cardigan sweaters on top of his uniform camouflage trousers which along his ever present dog tags were reminiscence of his twenty years in the American army.

After which he quit and joined a security company where he was hired by the CEO of WIC to be his bodyguard.

Both men had after a working relationship of nearly five years, had developed a close friendship that made them less boss and employee and more confidents.

Which was the reason Mr Boyd had assigned Johnson to help compile a list of the best candidates for the execution of project Deathmoore. Assigning Miss Cortez on it also was only to make it look official but Johnson had actually pulled some strings to get information about certain people who weren't known to the general public.

"Please, take a sit, Johnson." Mr Boyd told the other, indicating one of the seats across from him on the other side of his table.

Johnson took his seat and waited for the other to continue.

"I got the files," He passed the folder in front of him across the table to the other man. "I believe these are the ones you got for me."

Johnson looked through the files at the vague profiles and nodded after finding all his potential candidates. He slid the folder back to his employer. "They are all here."

Mr Boyd nodded. He had been able to separate Miss Cortez's candidates from Johnson's based on the information written on the profiles.

To evade the snooping gave of anyone, specifically that of Miss Cortez, Johnson had left the profile of his candidates detailed, yet vague.

Detailed in the sense that there seemed to be a lot of information provided but vague in the sense that none of those information contained the true reason he had picked the candidate.

That way, Fedrick was easily able to differentiate between both picks. The only candidate from Mrs Cortez's list that actually suited his purpose was her herself.

Not because she was particularly useful to him, Mr Boyd thought. His plans could go on smoothly without her. But he could tell from the glint in her power hungry eyes that she was determined to go through with whatever plans she had.

He knew that she was ready to get her way no matter what it took. And that included ruining his.

He knew.

That was the reason he made her think he had taken her under his wings. Made her think that she had won him over while he thought of what to do with her. She might end up useful to him, maybe if it suited her, but he wasn't going to count on that.

Mr Boyd picked up the first profile and passed it to the other with a questioning look. "So how do you suppose Darren Brooker is going to be of help to this mission. I know the boy ...or rather, his father, ...and I know for a fact that Mr Brooker junior is nothing but a spoilt brat."

Johnson glanced at the profile his eyes scanning what he had written.

'Plays video games for fun. Wins tons of arcade games and travels around the world very often.'

That section held different meanings than the words that met the eyes.

Wins tons of arcade games translates to "He has excellent shooting range skills. Very good at shooting targets."

Travels around the world very often translates to "He owns a private plane to accommodate his expensive hobby of traveling which would be useful for the project. And a solid insurance on it too."

Mr Boyd mulled the words of the other over. The company had a private jet too but their insurance was probably not going to cover an intentional suicide mission.

If anything happened to any of the planes in a well known forbidden place such as Deathmoore, and especially since Fedrick could not claim ignorance due to the fact that he had lost two loved one to the horrible place, He knew that the insurance company were not going to hand over the money without any hassle.

Having a rich kid provide the means of transportation would be useful.

"Okay!" Mr Boyd said finally with a sigh, he really didn't want to be asking favors from that brat. "but how do we get him to agree? Why on earth would he let us have his plane for such a mission."

Johnson grinned in the way of a reply. He sorted through the files and came up with one.

Johnson Wilson passed the new profile to the other man. "We have a bait."

Mr Boyd looked at the new profile and back to Johnson before reading through it. He looked back at Darren Brooker's profile. The big picture clicking in his head.

"Oh, I see." He murmured.

*-*-*-*

"Mr Boyd." Miss Cortez said into the receiver. "Mr Darren Brooker is on the line for you."

"Thank you, Jane." Mr Boyd said before switching the calls. "Hello Mr Brooker. How do you do?"

"I'm good, Fedrick. To what do I owe the honor of this call?" The younger said with a teasing tone knowing that Fedrick hated been called his name casually by business associates.

Fedrick Boyd nearly cut the call but he was a man on a mission.

"Straight to the point, I see. I like that being a very busy man myself. Alright then, I have a proposition for you, Mr Brooker." He emphasize the name.

"What might your proposition be about? You want to sell some of your shares, maybe?" He boy said in a hopeful tone.

Haha... In your dreams. Fedrick Boyd thought to himself. However he replied with...

"I believe you have heard of project Deathmoore?"

The other let out a little sigh. "I was at the last meeting, Fedrick, I heard of it."

"Good, may I interest you in joining the team of treasure hunters?" He nearly cringed from how comprising he sounded. Mr Boyd was more used to ordering than... Well, nearly begging.

"No, thank you." The spoil son of a multi-millionaire said immediately. "If that's all..."

"Wait!" Fedrick yelled, before the other could cut the call.

"Does the name, Nate Shaw ring a bell?"