Simon took a deep breath as he peered up at the towering skyscraper. The words fuck and me come into the front of my mind, he thought.
As Simon walked
toward the building he calmed himself by breathing in through his nose and out
through his mouth. Lee Fook had taught him that. Not only had his breathing
been used to calm himself he was taking in each breath with an understanding
that each inhale and every exhale could be his last. The sexy little receptionist outside of
Gillingham's office hit the page button as soon as Simon stepped off the
elevator.
"You can go right in, Mr. Refing," said
the tart in a high pitched voice.
Gillingham sat behind his desk hunched
over, through the window behind him Simon noticed the sad glooming darkness of
the afternoon sky.
"Sit down, Mr. Refing," ordered
Gillingham.
Simon sat, "Mr. Gillingham...." He started
to explain.
"Save it. Mr. Refing I want you to tell
me exactly what you think this organization does."
"We do what we can to sway the natural
order of things in our favor to turn the greatest profit, sir."
"No! Mr. Refing! I want you to tell me
what YOU think this organization does, not what I told you it does!"
"Evil things, sir. I think you have an
agenda that is purely evil."
"Eh? You do, do you? And how do you feel
about that?"
"Honestly, sir, I don't care. In the end
good and evil are always going to be overshadowed by money and profit and gain.
If a world leader has the opportunity to make more money or gain something he
will take it, regardless if the outcome is good or bad."
"I can see your perspective. How did you
come up with my true intentions?"
"I've witnessed two intentional demonic possessing. Intentional cause they were men that worked for you.
I witnessed
another that could've been on accident but was located at a location where a
particularly evil deed took place. And I ain't even gonna mention all the other
weird shit I've seen, sir." "Well, Simon, you are correct. And you
can breathe a little bit easier when I say the reason I brought you hear today
was to tell you the truth so that you can do a better job for me. I think that
if you know more about the Syndicate then you will do a better job for me. The
Lessox Vernon job was practically done when I handed it to you. All you needed
to do was accompany Mr. Fook to place the final nail in Mr. Vernon's coffin.
However, Mr. Vernon had a wild card. He allowed himself to be possessed by a
Demon who had information for me. Thus Mr. Vernon increased his value to me and
saved his life at least for a few minutes more. But you killed him before the
information could be retrieved thus buying you're life a few minutes less, do
you understand?"
"The Syndicate of the Darkening Sun's
name is literal."
"Now you get it. We are a cog to a
larger machine that is working to execute this planet. We are fairly low in the
totem pole of apocalypse, make sure people do bad things, and do bad things
ourselves if you prefer to have it put bluntly."
Simon's eyes were locked onto Gillingham
as he spoke. His gaze was so sharp if something crossed between him and
Gillingham it would have been cut in two. His breathing did not steady.
"Mr. Refing, I'm sorry but I will be
need you to leave your gun in this office."
"Excuse me?"
"You know better than to expect me to
repeat myself. I cannot take away your rank as Gun Bearer but I can take away
your gun and that is good enough for me. You will report to the Damsel as a
bouncer. You will continue to receive your same pay but will not take part in
any jobs hence forth. Since you seem to be hard of hearing I will ask, do I
make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Mr. Refing do not look at this as being
disarmed, I am merely changing your weapons. You now have more knowledge on the
Syndicate than any other Gun Bearer. You're welcome."
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