Chapter Two

Chapter Two

“I’ve found them.” Mrs. McCall’s evil grin was visible throughout the whole room. It was a closed off building, away from the hustle and bustle of the working londoners heading home after a long, grueling, tiresome day at work. Twelve of them occupied the room. McCall sat at the head of the long, rectangular table that took up most of the area in the office. All eyes were on her. If anyone so much put a foot into the room before them, they would surely have tasted the tension that all the members of the meeting were radiating. She was their leader. 

“How many are there? As many as we expected?”

“No, Shirley. There are three. They’ve been very careful. They know what they’re dealing with.”

“Of course they do, you idiot. They’ve stinking been through it themselves! Why wouldn’t they know what they were doing? What with Lucy and all.....” She shut herself up before she could give anymore away. She didn’t trust them enough to tell them about Lucy and she’d just given them a reason to interrogate her for further information. “Who’s Lucy?” asked a man in a white shirt and tie sitting towards the other end of the room, “You’ve never mentioned any Lucy before...” Her reply was on instinct and as soon as she’d uttered the last word she knew she’d been too harsh. “I don’t think that’s any of your business, excuse me, Mr. Watson.” 

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, then Shirley McCall carried on briefing her colleagues on the mission in progress. About five minutes later, a conversation of some interest was opened by a young american man called Jerry Michaels. “But, sorry McCall,” He said with a very strong american accent, “Shouldn’t we just go to the ‘big guys’ as you call them here and let them deal with the whole situation? I mean, that’s what we would do back in the states,”

“And that’s why you americans are so rubbish at everything?”

“You know what I mean.”  There was a short silence as they took in what was happening. “Look, I’m gonna put it simply. Are we telling Rogers?” A serious expression covered McCall’s face and nobody knew how she was going to take this suggestion.

“Yes, Jerry, we can go up to the top and tell them exactly what’s been happening. No-one will suspect a thing! Especially with me coming. No, we’ll just hope they side with us. After I killed one of their senior members they’ll be jumping out of their seats, they’ll be so happy to help us!” The sarcastic smile she was wearing along with the voice to match, disappeared in half a second. “Are you bloody insane? They were the ones that started the whole thing, you stupid american.” She then turned to the rest of the company, “Rogers. Knows. Nothing. Am I clear?” Everybody nodded, “Good. If he somehow finds out I will personally execute the mole by having whoever it may hung, drawn and quartered, just like so many other idiots that have decided to double-cross me. Be warned.”

The bullet entered his temple before he had time to register what was happening. The S.O.N.D organisation, run by Shirley McCain, was now silent. They were too disturbed by the slumped body of Jeremy Michaels, only a few inches away from them. A corpse ready for burning.

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