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|Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 186
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Date Posted: Thursday, March 10, 08:22:52pm
In reply to:
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 175 - 190 - Repost" on Thursday, March 10, 07:46:55pm
The room was dank and smelled of urine. Rene Laval sat on the wooden chair, his arms tied behind his back and a blindfold over his eyes. His face was bleeding from the initial beating he received when two hooded men had grabbed him in the café. Rene had been unable to sleep after he and Michael returned from the hospital and decided to go for a walk. Michael had gone to his room and told Rene to meet for breakfast early the next morning. Rene had wandered the streets of Paris for over an hour before slipping into the tiny café. He was plagued with fear for not completing the assignment given him by Declan Quinn; but he simply could not bring himself to kill Michael Samuelle and the woman Nikita.
The hooded men had appeared suddenly in the café, grabbing Rene and smashing his face, while threatening the café owner with death if he contacted the authorities. As Rene sat tied to the chair, he fought to focus his thoughts; his body ached from the repeated blows he had received. Suddenly, he felt a rush of cold air around him and heard a heavy door open. The blindfold was ripped from his face and a powerful light was thrust into his eyes; he blinked frantically trying to see his captors. Once his eyes began to adjust to the light, all he could make out was masked figures standing before him. The masks were medieval and obscured their faces.
“What the hell do you want with me!” shouted Rene.
A man with a black mask pushed the lamp closer to Laval’s face and spoke with a pronounced English accent.
“You failed to complete your assignment Mr. Laval...and for that you must pay the price...of your life...but not until my compatriots inflict as much pain on your body and soul as possible.”
“Quinn!!! If that’s you hiding behind the mask...our original agreement did not include me killing Samuelle! All you wanted from me was intel...intel on how much he knew about your...your secret society!”
“This subject is not up for debate Laval...you failed to comply with my demands...and failure means death.”
“LOOK...listen to me...Samuelle doesn’t know anything...all he was working on was...money laundering for Richard Dalton! He probably knows you’re looking for him...but I’m certain he knows nothing about your society! You’ve got to believe me!”
“If you had killed Samuelle and his woman...we wouldn’t be having this conversation!”
“Why the hell don’t you just have your muscle boys kill Samuelle!” He’s either still in his hotel room, or returned to the hospital....why did you want me to kill him!”
“You fail to remember the debt you owe Laval...the money. However, just for edification...Samuelle has left Paris...disappeared shortly after we grabbed you. He must have been alerted...you informed him somehow.”
“How the hell could I do that! You grabbed me in the middle of the night! If he’s gone....I don’t know where the hell he is!”
“It’s such a pity you didn’t perform your mission Mr. Laval....and now your ineptitude will result in your death.” He motioned to his men. “Take this piece of crap away and make his death very painful.”
“WAIT! No....wait...please....if Samuelle has disappeared...I mean...he must have returned to Portugal...to Dalton’s villa!”
“Why would he suddenly return there...what possible reason would prompt him to vanish into the night?”
“I...I. don’t know....but if has returned to Portugal...you will need me to gain access to Dalton’s villa...even you with you bully boys won’t gain easy entry to that fortress!”
“So you do know he has returned to Portugal!”
“NO! NO! I’m just thinking that would be the only possible place ....I mean....his woman is there....maybe he got frustrated not getting any....his woman is hot...I tell you!”
“And that would be the MI-6 agent, Nikita Jones?”
“Yes...you know that....Richard Dalton has a secret camera installed in their bedroom...he invited me to watch them fuck....very hot...better than any porno movie!”
“Yes, I’m sure. Well Mr. Laval...you’ve convinced me to spare your life for a while longer...you will return to Portugal... kill Samuelle and his woman. If you don’t perform the task this time, my men will hunt you down and dissect you...piece by piece...do you understand?”
“YES! Yes...I get it! I’ll do it...kill them both!”
The man motioned for his men to untie Rene Laval. “You will be put on a plane immediately and returned to Portugal...as soon as you enter that villa...kill Samuelle and the woman...then contact me on this mobile phone.” He stood over Laval and thrust the instrument into his face. Rene Laval rubbed his wrists, squinted into the light and reached for the cell phone.
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