Evelina The Alpha

CHAPTER TWO-1

CHAPTER TWO

“Job done!”

Said the man in a suit and white gloves as he stood a few feet from the doorway.

Momentarily there was silence.

“What do you mean job done? I saw him walk away?” Silence sliced across the conference room before they could hear impact steps walking toward the conference room table. The man who had just entered and claimed that the job had been done hesitantly switched the channels on the television. The silence broke out.

The face of the man with the snooker ball in his hand swiftly froze. Abruptly he dropped the black ball from his hand, and it rolled on the carpet until stopped beside the highly polished black shoes. The man walked to his comfy seat and sat down. “What have you done?”

A moment of deep silence sliced across the hall.

“That’s not what I command.”

“I know.”

Replied the man scheming and ingeniously.

“You know?” Growled the man.

“So, why have you disobeyed my command?

“Overridden?”

The man opened his eyes wider with surprise and rage. “Overridden? By whom?”

Roared the man now even more enraged.

Immediately the door opened and sounds of stilettos stamping fast on the carpet cut across the room.

“You! With whose authority you override my commands?” Queried the man vexed.

“You are weak. You don’t even know what it means to be a global leader.”

“Damn it. I don’t like it when you challenge me like that in front of everyone.

“I did you a favor. The message is loud and clear. There is a new boss in town, and he means business.”

“Means business? What business? You have started World War Three.”

Roared the man shaking with rage.

The woman paced a little.

“Isn’t it what you are after?” She asked guilefully. “Are you out of your freaking mind? Not this way. If it happens, it happens, but for heaven’s sake, not this way.” “Damn it. Don’t give me that bullshit talk. This is how it’s done. A simple message.”

The man could feel sweat droplets trickling down his forehead before being swallowed by his shirt. He walked to the comfy seat and sat on the edge of the seat. He looked at the woman and then everyone else before sighing.

“World War Three.” He whispered, but loud enough for everyone else to hear. A deep sense of fear-struck everyone in the conference hall apart from the woman who stood there arrogantly. Something big had just happened. The looks on their faces said it all. They all looked haunted. Silence cut across the hall.

The woman picked up the television remote and increased the volume.

“The women and children of the seven most important powerful countries on earth have been gunned down all over the world in public and in broad daylight and on national television in what appears to be a terrorist attack. To make things worse, the shootings were all captured on national television. No one has come forward to claim responsibility. It’s a day the entire world was shocked and alarmed and so frightened by such acts that whoever is behind this is only after one thing... The Third World War as surely such acts can only trigger a bloody retaliation......,” said the news reporter.

Weeks before.

As soon as Charlotte saw the door opening, she peeped to see who had been called by Liam, but instinctively she fired at Liam as he fired too at her. Liam slumped, hitting the table hard before blood oozed out. Charlotte looked at herself checking for any wounds, but the c*****g of the gun startled her that she quickly turned the gun at the bodyguard at the door who fired at her as she fired back with both slumping to the ground at the same time.

“Son of a b***h shot me,” she touched her neck and blacked out.

Miles away.

A huge growl of pain and rage cut across the room of the building sending everything outside and in the surrounding areas hiding or flying away for their lives. This was the loudest scream of pain Kyle had ever heard. Briskly he switched off the television as the other man restrained the man from crying to bits, fighting to be let out.

“Give me my gun right now!”

“I can’t believe my children are dead. My wife is dead, and the court is trying to stop us revenging their deaths,” fumed President Rex.

“What do you suggest?” Asked President Maureen.

“This has become so personal that I can’t see anyone stopping me revenging my beloved family.”

He wiped off tears.

“I don’t see why we have to wait until the court has investigated when we know who is behind this when the entire world knows who did this.”

There was silence.

“So, what did they say?”

“The court will carry its own investigations and the Executive Branch [EB] will do the same thing, and we have to wait. Genuinely something I am against. I think just stalling tactics so that they attack us.”

President Knox entered, breathing hard.

“I can’t stomach this. We can’t just sit and wait? Something like this if it happens needs immediate response and action. To hell with the courts and this EB, I say we send our men to attack.”

“EB is concerned we are going to react in grief and end up killing innocent civilians.”

“I think we attack and hire a private investigating team just to cover our backs,” suggested President Rex.

“You mean on top of the team assembled so far by the EB?” “Of course. I am saying we don’t wait for them. We attack because we know for sure who is behind this. All they want is just confirmation and honestly, I have no time or patients for all that nonsense while my children and wife are rotting,” fumed President Rex.

They all looked at each other.

“I will choose a team to investigate separately, but all of us know about this until...”

“Has EB hitherto deployed a team?”

Dior pushed the store’s double doors open and on the spur of the moment answered her ringing phone. She walked a few feet before a man bumped into her, pushing her to the side that she staggered and a stitch in time the man grabbed the bags she had in her other hand and sprinted away.

“Stop!”

She screamed, putting her hand in her coat jacket before pulling a gun. The man sprinted, only looking back to see if he was being followed. He unexpectedly cursed to see her following fast with a gun in her hand. He pushed pedestrians deliberately in the way. Dior saw the commotion ahead and suddenly stopped and aimed. About to pull the trigger when a civilian instantaneously comes into view. She cursed and sprinted after the men.

“Stop or I will shoot you!”

The man sprinted, cursing as she relentlessly closed in on him. Dior followed persistently now, breathing hard with the phone once in her hand put away. The man looked inside the bags and cursed hard. Off the bat, he threw the bags down as he breathed very hard. He dropped speed after losing the bags and swiftly checked to see if she was near the bags. She arrived where the bags were and flat-out picked them but continued with the chase. The man looked shocked to see her still following him. “Bloody knickers! I dropped them,” shouted the man.

Dior sprinted now even faster and angry.

The man resumed running away, pushing people in the way. Dior chased. The man sprinted toward the corners. Dior stopped and kneeled down before aiming and waited. The man sprinted away and about to turn that he looked back and straight away a bullet sound and a loud growling sound left pedestrians scared and hiding for cover.

Miles away.

The police station at the Devil’s Eye Island was hardly a police station. Once a library turned into a police station. The officials had not seen the need for a police station. The idea behind the development here was purely for tourism, the only money-spinner. The authorities had seen no reason why people on holiday would want the police services, principally having known how frustrating these people can be. The last thing you would want when you are on holiday. A holiday means a holiday. Who would go on holiday and be prepared to spare even a bloody second entertaining these? Unless, of course, something bad has happened to you. But then again, we are talking about the Devil’s Eye Island here. Paradise on earth. A place where people come to enjoy life in the fullest meaning of the word with couples on a romantic trip keeping themselves to themselves. Of course, not trying to be funny, but exactly the way it should be. People who visited this place were so rich that there were no burglaries, muggings, or even homeless people throwing litter everywhere. The place was so peaceful not saying there were no fights but whatever happened here was a pre-planned thing and whoever was involved in fracas etc. would have beforehand signed and sworn secrecy that whatever happened here would stay here at the Devil’s Eye Island. Somehow the last year has seen the local small library turned into a police station. The local authorities had eventually succumbed to the presence of the police at Devil’s Eye.

A car came to an abrupt stop in the middle of the road.

“I don’t think you are taking us seriously. You know damn right how busy we are and your act of calling us here is not just a waste of our time but an act of arrogance we can’t tolerate.” “Follow me.”

Adam walked meandering further down the road, passing his truck in the middle of the road.

“What kind of driving is this?”

“That is not important.”

“How can you say that probably it is the reason why you got involved in an accident in the first place?”

Adam stopped and pointed at the dead animal in the middle of the road.

“You can’t be serious, surely we are in no mood to play games with you. Are you bloody out of your mind? You haven’t heard how busy we are. An animal? Why not call the animal agency?”

Detective Julius started walking back to his car. “Detective be patient. Trust me, you won’t regret this.” The detective stopped. He turned around slowly.

“Do you know how many missing people’s reports we received just this month? I said the missing person, not some bloody missing animals’ reports. So, if you can excuse me that will; be great.”

He retrieved his sunglasses from his chest pocket. He wore them and walked off.

“Detective. Listen to me. You must take a look first, then decide.”

“I just did, and I think it’s a load of bullshit. Pardon my French. He passed Adams’s car. It’s not an animal. It’s not what it seems.”

The detective stopped and cursed. He started walking back. “So, what is it because I can only see an animal?”

Adam hastily walked to where the animal lay and with a stick poked the intestines already outside lifting them to reveal something that instantaneously caught the detective’s attention that he walked swiftly to the scene. He kneeled and looked at the open stomach of the animal and then at Adam. “Definitely not only an animal. Human too.”

The detective looked shocked. He pronto kneeled too. “I can’t believe we have an animal issue.”

Miles away.

Detective Ann paced in the small office that seemed to such all the comfort and sense of peace out of him. The day was hot. The humidity made the detective use a pan duster to cool himself.

“Bloody hell.”

“Is it the heat or some unquestionably genuine concentration turned into a distraction or just the mosquitoes, there are so many horrible possibilities of what can go wrong on this Island? So small, yet the possibilities are endless, Detective?” “How about being serious for a change? We have an ever-growing heap of missing person files and all you can think about is whine about the weather and how small this place is? Shouldn’t you be doing something useful? I understand. The main reason why they did not even want a police station here in the first place.”

“Of course, they can’t afford to pay us.”

“Or you are just lazy, they know you are just going to toss it off as long as you get paid.”