Post by vastrix on Oct 12, 2020 23:51:50 GMT -5
Allen Anderson sits in his chair, watches the recording of Valora Salinas talk while he sips on his scotch. Single barrel malt aged for twenty years. A delight upon the taste palette. He takes out his smart phone as the recording ends and sends a text message.
It isn’t long before Jake King, UOW’s Head of Security, enters the room to stand before him. He stands before Anderson, curious as to why he was summoned.
King: Is there anything that I can help you with, Mr. Anderson?
Anderson: Yes.
King: Can you be a bit more specific?
Anderson: Yes.
Jake King breathes in deeply, looking irritated, when Anderson shoots him in the right thigh with a revolver. Jake goes down like a sack of potatoes and a scream of pain. Allen Anderson stands up, picking up the recording device that he holds out to Jake.
Jake reaches for the device, but Allen pulls it away with a smirk.
King: Why the fuck did you shoot me?
Allen shoots him in the left arm, blasting through his bicep. Jake lets out another scream of pain. Before he can speak again, Allen shoots him in the right foot.
Anderson: Why am I shooting you? Why am I shooting you?
Allen shoots him in the left foot. Jake ain’t going to be walking for awhile.
Anderson: For the same reason that I have this device sitting at my table where my glass of scotch would be sitting. I had a visit from Valora tonight. I could be dead right now, but she left a message instead.
King: H-how did she get in? My men are top of the class!
Allen shakes his head, shooting Jake in the left shoulder.
King: Stop shooting me! What did Valora say on the recording?
Anderson: There you go. Worrying about what Valora said in a recording instead of the fact that she managed to get into my domicile, create the recording here, leave it for me, and then escape undetected. You failed me. Failure...irks me to no end.
King: Please...I don’t know how we failed. Let me review the tapes and talk to my people. I’m sure we can find the wea-
Allen shoots him in the left thigh and then the right arm.
Anderson: All this time that I’ve been shooting you, King. Where are the guards to check out the noises? Where is someone to come check on me to make sure that I’m safe?
Jake King lays on the floor, run through with pain, and bleeding from so many bullet holes. He’s already begun to feel a little faint from the blood loss or is that shock setting in?
Other UOW security guards come into the room, looking on in shock to see their boss laid out on the floor after having been shot...a lot.
Anderson: Drag him outside and leave him. If he survives to get to the hospital, he can have his job back once he recovers. If not...decide amongst yourselves, who will be in charge next. I want this ship airtight.
The security guards drag the whimpering Jake King out of the room, leaving a blood trail in their wake. The last guard closes the door behind him. Anderson sighs, sitting back down in his chair. He sets the revolver down and picks up the little device that Valora left him. He draws it back like he’s going to throw it across the room, but then sets it down with a sigh. He picks up his scotch and sips at it again.
He picks up his phone again, dials a number.
Anderson: We’re going to go to Cuba for the next two show. Make all the preparations. Call me when it’s done.
Allen hangs the phone up and then makes another phone call.
Anderson: Jeremiah Vastrix will be within reach over the course of the next two shows. I would suggest using troops from the onsite military base as opposed to bringing more down. Jeremiah could be quickly captured and/or killed with ease. A minor skirmish with Hammer Industry soldiers. Let me know.
Allen hangs up the phone with a sigh, putting the phone away, and bringing out a small picture. It’s one of Allen Anderson himself as a young man with hair. There’s also his wife and four young (or at least young in the picture) children. When he was with the Warhammer Corporation, a good chunk of his earnings went to them so they wanted for nothing. They also did not want to be with a sinister man such as Allen. Exiled from his family for his evil deeds done in the care of them.
Anderson: I have a plan. By the time it’s all done, I will be a hero of a new nation. You’ll be proud of me again. You all will…
Anderson puts the picture away, blinks back a few tears, and lights a cigarette.
He has a plan, but oh the cemeteries that this plan will fill before it’s all done.
It isn’t long before Jake King, UOW’s Head of Security, enters the room to stand before him. He stands before Anderson, curious as to why he was summoned.
King: Is there anything that I can help you with, Mr. Anderson?
Anderson: Yes.
King: Can you be a bit more specific?
Anderson: Yes.
Jake King breathes in deeply, looking irritated, when Anderson shoots him in the right thigh with a revolver. Jake goes down like a sack of potatoes and a scream of pain. Allen Anderson stands up, picking up the recording device that he holds out to Jake.
Jake reaches for the device, but Allen pulls it away with a smirk.
King: Why the fuck did you shoot me?
Allen shoots him in the left arm, blasting through his bicep. Jake lets out another scream of pain. Before he can speak again, Allen shoots him in the right foot.
Anderson: Why am I shooting you? Why am I shooting you?
Allen shoots him in the left foot. Jake ain’t going to be walking for awhile.
Anderson: For the same reason that I have this device sitting at my table where my glass of scotch would be sitting. I had a visit from Valora tonight. I could be dead right now, but she left a message instead.
King: H-how did she get in? My men are top of the class!
Allen shakes his head, shooting Jake in the left shoulder.
King: Stop shooting me! What did Valora say on the recording?
Anderson: There you go. Worrying about what Valora said in a recording instead of the fact that she managed to get into my domicile, create the recording here, leave it for me, and then escape undetected. You failed me. Failure...irks me to no end.
King: Please...I don’t know how we failed. Let me review the tapes and talk to my people. I’m sure we can find the wea-
Allen shoots him in the left thigh and then the right arm.
Anderson: All this time that I’ve been shooting you, King. Where are the guards to check out the noises? Where is someone to come check on me to make sure that I’m safe?
Jake King lays on the floor, run through with pain, and bleeding from so many bullet holes. He’s already begun to feel a little faint from the blood loss or is that shock setting in?
Other UOW security guards come into the room, looking on in shock to see their boss laid out on the floor after having been shot...a lot.
Anderson: Drag him outside and leave him. If he survives to get to the hospital, he can have his job back once he recovers. If not...decide amongst yourselves, who will be in charge next. I want this ship airtight.
The security guards drag the whimpering Jake King out of the room, leaving a blood trail in their wake. The last guard closes the door behind him. Anderson sighs, sitting back down in his chair. He sets the revolver down and picks up the little device that Valora left him. He draws it back like he’s going to throw it across the room, but then sets it down with a sigh. He picks up his scotch and sips at it again.
He picks up his phone again, dials a number.
Anderson: We’re going to go to Cuba for the next two show. Make all the preparations. Call me when it’s done.
Allen hangs the phone up and then makes another phone call.
Anderson: Jeremiah Vastrix will be within reach over the course of the next two shows. I would suggest using troops from the onsite military base as opposed to bringing more down. Jeremiah could be quickly captured and/or killed with ease. A minor skirmish with Hammer Industry soldiers. Let me know.
Allen hangs up the phone with a sigh, putting the phone away, and bringing out a small picture. It’s one of Allen Anderson himself as a young man with hair. There’s also his wife and four young (or at least young in the picture) children. When he was with the Warhammer Corporation, a good chunk of his earnings went to them so they wanted for nothing. They also did not want to be with a sinister man such as Allen. Exiled from his family for his evil deeds done in the care of them.
Anderson: I have a plan. By the time it’s all done, I will be a hero of a new nation. You’ll be proud of me again. You all will…
Anderson puts the picture away, blinks back a few tears, and lights a cigarette.
He has a plan, but oh the cemeteries that this plan will fill before it’s all done.