What Next.Gabriel called Mr. Easton who had him meet him at one of his abandoned buildings he had recently bought which wasn’t a good sign since the building was scheduled to be demolished, worst of all two of personal body guards where there as well. Both was more than willing to take Gabriel’s place
“Looks like you had a bad as day as I have had.” The old man said as he stepped out of the shadows his normally nice suit was tattered and worn, it looked like it had been through hell though the old man was unscratched as usual. “Leave us.” He said to his two body guards. “So I take it you don’t have my briefcase.” Mr. Easton said as he folded his arms.
“No sir.” Gabriel told his boss every detail of what had happened. When he was done Mr. Easton pulled out a small metal tube cigar holder and pulled out a cigar from it before putting it back in his pocket.
“You know why I asked you here don’t you.” The old man said in the same tone he always had, if he was angry he didn’t show it. He sometimes wondered if the man even had emotions anymore.
“You’re going to kill me.”
“No I am not going to kill you. I am not unreasonable.” He said as he pulled out the cigar cutter. “But I also am not a forgiving man; I just didn’t want to get blood on my nice carpet.” The old man squeezed the cigar cutter as Gabriel’s finger seared with pain he looked down to see his pinkie wasn’t there anymore but on the ground. He reached into his jacket and pulled out the rubber stamp placing it to the back of his hand as a copy of himself appeared beside him, his copies didn’t feel pain. The copy drew on Mr. Easton who used the cigar cutter to snip the end of his cigar manually. “Put the gun away before I change my mind.”
“Fuck you.” He said holding his bleeding hand. His clone fired a shot that hit Mr. Easton dead in the head causing the old man to turn his head as the bullet made a clinging noise then a nearby window shattered. He turned back to look at Gabriel without a scratch. The clone fired at his chest emptying an entire clip as each bullet hit with a thud and barley fazed the old man. The body guards where back in the room and had trained their guns on him and the clone which he was using for cover but Mr. Easton had stopped them from firing as he held up his hand. The old man held up the cigar cutter again and took his clone’s gun hand at the wrist. He grabbed his wrist in searing pain. He spit on his hand rubbing at the ink until the clone vanished and so did the pain. He could tell the body guards where speechless at what they had just seen.
“You have nine fingers left. That means you have nine hours to find this homeless man.” He said handing him a photo, Gabriel reluctantly took the picture. It wasn’t the best quality, no doubt from a black and white surveillance camera. “You will most likely find him living on the beach near the pawn shop. I want him and everything in his possession. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.” Gabriel said knowing the only reason he wasn’t dead right now was because Mr. Easton was because Mr. Easton was making a point to whichever of the two goons would be taking his place. “And leave the stamp.” He glared at his boss as he dropped it on the ground and hurried off.
“Mr. Thomas your now head of security.” Mr. Easton said to the large black man. “Find two of our female friends to pay the agent in lock up a visit tonight.” Mr Easton picked up the stamp and pulled out a handkerchief whipping off the blood.
“Yes sir.” The large man said.
He lit his cigar and pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through his cell phone numbers until he found Nicolette’s number.
“Hey daddy.” His daughter said in her chipper voice.
“I need you here now.” He knew he couldn’t send another chump after the detective and he wasn’t going to fight him head on, not yet anyways. Chloe was a different type of weapon, the one no man ever saw coming.
“Okay daddy. I will be there on the first flight.”
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