Chapter 205
- ASAMI -
I have an entire squad here with me. Arranged in a row by row formation are the people who will do my dirty work for me.
Oh, what a wonderful day today is. What an interesting one it will be. A half grin forms on my lips. If a girl can’t have what she wants, she might as well pay for it and that’s what I’ve done.
“Make no mistakes.” I repeat to them for the hundredth time. I raise my hand up to show them a photograph. “It’s her you want and no other. “One slightest mistake or damage to someone else and I will have you all pay for it. Is that understood?
“Yes, sir. Objective clearly received, sir!” Explodes loudly in the hall at the unified response. Only men are present here. Strong, rigid, trained men for no other task but massacre. I love being referred to as ‘sir’ by them. It’s funny but somewhat professional.
I hold another hand out, this one also has a photo with the picture of someone else. Of a man I’m very much acquainted with. Or was acquainted with. “Avoid the paths of this one. Everything else is the same as usual. We don’t want any deaths or suspicions so do your best and blend in.” I take a careful glance at every single person in this room. I knew who they all were even before I requested for them. I take pride in knowing every single person I do shady business with to the last spec of dust. We all share the same goal, which is mine, and in this goal, we want minimal damage but one large enough to cause a ruckus and they already know that.
Today, trained, armed men are going to position themselves around the school and blend with the students in the school. As usual, the aim to get is to raise the right amount of fear that will leave everyone disoriented and fending for themselves. Enabling a ‘every man for himself’ approach. It’s the easiest chance I’ve got.
“Get ready. We leave at five am.” I order. The men scatter, preparing themselves for what’s in stall for them today. Depending on the circumstances, this will get me in big trouble but I don’t care. All I want is to imbue fear and a little bit of hurt on her, nothing more, but say something tragic befalls her, it won’t be my cross to bear.
I clear my throat. What a beautiful Wednesday it is indeed.