THE PUZZLE

THE MAKING

Albert sat on a chaise lounge all cozy to sunbath.He had had his mid morning swim and was ready to take the rest of the day off.It had been a quiet few weeks as they had stopped their operations for a while to lay low as they knew the police were vigilant since George's case.He was hopping to have a good day at for the first time at least some good news.Albert was not the cuddly type in fact he wasn't the type of guy you would want to hung out with.For one, he was overbearing ,hot tempered and worse a man with no sympathy, empathy or mersy.Killing was easy peasy ,no regret no pain.This was the only way he could live in this hell house he had called home.He had made only one friend over years and he could not even think twice to sacrifice him if need be.

He was however an enthusiast of finer things.He always surrounded himself with expensive stuff he only drunk expensive drinks and loved cute girls with class.He had no moment of weakness and he never looked forward to have one which is why he never got touchy feely it. was all a one night thing no seconds .His wealth was vast and his ego undiniablr.His life was all about make more money whatever it took, enjoy as much as he could and most importantly lock away his feelings as far as he could.

He treated everyone wrong and never stopped to think about it.He had money and a rich dad and that was all he needed to stay out of the spotlight very few people knew him or had even ever seen him and those who did either never left his side or were dead.He was a ghost not the police nor anyone one else not in his circle knew of his existence but that was about to change.

As he slept there he remembered how his journey to being the great Alberto had been.He was only ten when his mom died and he was Left with his younger brother.Their mother had never shown them another home or someone they could call family.They were soon thrown out of their tiny apartment and had to live in the streets.

He was always on his heels trying to provide for himself and his brother he had to do crazy things like take out trash for food.He swept people's compounds just to get something to eat.His life was hard and almost unbearable.And weather changes did not make it easier either.They had to endure cold nights and rain from a tiny cave they had made at the river side.His brother was too young to understand and was always complaining , he loved him soo much to even get annoyed.For his younger brother he was always very vulnerable, not that he complained ,but it really got him into all sorts of trouble.

He remembered how one day he was caught up on the wrong side of the police.He had just come from the estates where he spent his days to find the police patrolling,and taking away street kids following people's complaints.He was caught and he remembered how he had struggled to explain that he had a younger brother waiting for him, the police never listened and he had to jump off the moving vehicle.He broke his clavicle in the process it still was broken.

He arrived back at the tiny cave to find his brother all sick and weekly.He rushed him to the hospital but the doctors just ignored him and his sick brother.No one cared to ask the dirty boy holding his brother all confused and in tears what was wrong.He needed to have money for his brother to even go through consultation and since he was one of those people with no money and nowhere to get it, nobody cared whether his brother lived or died, in fact his brothers death would be termed by some as trash takeout.He had to experience the world unfair first hand.It was not until about four hours later that someone came to his aid.All this while he was just standing their crying or following this nurse or that doctor in tears trying to explain his situation.He stood there looking down at Albert who still had his brothers in his arms in between sobs and the struggle to breath his strength all drained out.

He offered to help him if he would offer something in return, his brother.He was willing to loose anything else including his life but not his brother.Albert bargained endlessly and the guy was finally willing to settle for him instead.He was not willing to leave his brother alone but he wouldn't leave him to die either.

After his brothers recovery, Albert dropped him in an orphanage and left with the the big guys people.He was scared of what they were going to do to him , probably kill him and sell his organs or worse, but he was okey provided it was not his brother in the sticky mess.

Instead they took him to this beautiful place.He couldn't believe it when they told him that was to be his new home.He wished he had brought his brother along, but the big guy wanted only one kid and it had to be him.He was welcomed with a hot properly prepared meal a warm shower and brand new clean clothes ,"This is the life," he thought.

Things got better before they got worse for him.He had to wake up in the morning run for ten kilometers then come back to a trainer waiting to teach him endurance and technic it was like a military school ,he would later get used to all these and even become the best at it than all the others like him.There were sixteen others just like him but he was the best and that put him on the good side of the master he had only met ones and between tears and his brother he never got to see him properly.

He would soon be taken to the boss to live with him while his friends were left back to keep training while he received special and advanced training in a mansion at Upper hill the very place he was right now years later.He still remembered his brother and wondered how sweet little Rogie was doing.

He would later be put in charge of the rest of the group and the killing business would soon start.Ever since the encounter with the others,Albert had made friends with one Mataiyo from the group, he was the only friend he ever had and for the few years they trained and stayed together they had shared sweet memories, encouraged each other and even fought side by side.

He had grown to be his favorite friend and assassin too.He had met with him more than often and they helped each other in many years, which is why when he couldn't reach him for the last one week he had felt uneasy.He had the asked his assistants to trace him .

Two weeks later he had not heard from him yet and this day as he slept all cozy, he just wished to hear from him.He was still deep in thoughts when one of his assistants came in with some bad news.Mataiyo had been found dead on the banks of River Malanda.His heart skipped a beat.This was the worst kind of bad news he had ever heard ."How, how did that happen, where is he now?," Albert asked still holding onto his chest the news had shocked his heart to a point of it wanting to escape from its place.But he didn't want to show it, it would make him look weak.

It was clear now that someone rather than the police was after them.Now more than ever they had to be vigilant.He stood up barked orders and finally stopped talking enough for his assistant to talk." Sir he died of suffocation according to the witnesses ,he is now with the Luxville police department .

Albert made a few phone calls barking orders angrily in all of them."Someone have to know something and we are going to turn this town upside down until we find the son of a b***h who killed Matt," Albert said putting a towel round his waist and walking to the house.Things had escalated from bad to don't leave any stone unturned quickly.

Milley was busy going around big clubs and high social places asking for anyone who knew a guy named Mataiyo and imagine the surprise when she realized he was already dead and the police had just found his body hours earlier.She was starting to get furious on whoever was helping her.She always wanted to be a step ahead no ten steps back its either the one doing that was soo good or very informed either way her mission had shifted to looking for the killer now.

Alex on the other hand had just pinned a new picture on his board, it was Alberts.He was trying hard not to think about how he came to know about Albert and the pain he had to cause.Aggie was getting tired of seeing that much blood and death.She was starting to feel like Alex was too much but this was all the reason she had to stick around and make sure he didn't go rogue and hurt innocent people.

Albert was still in his aggressive mourning mode when the B boss called.He wanted to know what was going on with the group.Albert explained and as usual a lot of sorry' s were said and bad words were exchanged.The conversation ended with a promise to clean the mess.

Albert knew better to get his hands dirty this time, after all a job perfectly done is a job you do yourself.Someone was asking for a war and Albert was always ready to take a challenge it was game on.He was a fully baked killer, he feared nothing and he had nothing to loose and no one to let down since the only person he ever cared about was his brother and he had let him down many years ago.

He took off in his brand new sports car to the nearest night club.Even in a serious situation Albert, alcohol and cute girls were ride or die friends, After all he was grieving and he needed something to get that off his mind.He would then drink himself half conscious and take five babes back to his place.someone has made him what he was and he wasn't willing to wash that off and now someone has made a war he was willing to jump in the middle of.