Book 2 - Part 4: Binding Evil - Chapter Four
Monday – August 27th
Universal Time
missle01: u there?
missle01: I have done my part like u asked, this time with video. I was rather pleased with the look of fear on his face before i shot him. and frankly, i am enjoying myself. Since u r not here I will upload the vid 2 ur stand-by mail. Hope 2 hear from u soon.
Missle02: i am here but cannot stay long. ur stand-
by mail will have instructions for the next target by 8/29 and if everything goes well after next target we are on the move.
Missle02: be ready.
Court of Order – Helsinki
August 31st – 5:05 G.M.T.
Alexandria Jorgensen waited outside in the governmental parking lot and waited for the owner of the BMW in Space 13 to appear.
According to Ronald (missle02), this would be the final practice run in their (his really) plan to set the world right once more.
And, as she lived and breathed, she found so much wrong with the world, and it was all because of that pig running the country. His party ideas and affiliations had to end. It was time to raise the level and end the so-called society most, if not all humans lived in. Poverty, hunger, homelessness, unemployed, under-educated, and the list could go on. She just knew it time for it to all come to a screeching halt. Until she met Ronald (missle02), she had been at odds with her way of thinking and what she wanted to do with her life, but he has the plan, and she wants to see it through to the very end.
She can see the man she is waiting for, coming toward his flashy BMW. The Lord Judgeship, Cowell Potterdame.’ He is one of five executive judges presiding over the providence of beloved Helsinki. He must go.
She stepped from her small electronic car and walked over to him, feigning that she has a problem with her vehicle. As she gets him to walk away from his BMW, and before he can fathom the reasons why; she turns on him. A camera in one hand, a Luger in the other; a 22 caliber semi-automatic Beretta, silencer attached.
His eyes widen at first in surprise, then shock, to finally, outrage.
“You dare do this to me, young lady. Have you any idea who I am?”
“I have known of you for a long time. That is why today, you die. She pulled back the hammer, the click louder than a bomb going off or at least that's how it felt to Cowell Potterdame.’ It was at that precise moment his face went from indignation to stark cold fear.
No one heard the faint ping as the silencer muted the explosion that erupted the left side of his face.
Alexandria bent down, retrieved the shell casing that ejected from her gun, then she walked over to her car, glided her small frame into it and went home as if nothing had happened.
Cowell Potterdame’ would make the front pages of the newspaper and would be talked about for days.
Perth, Australia
August 31st – 5:05 G.M.T
Ronald Ambercorn waited patiently. Patience in his business is a necessary evil. He was always paid well for extracting as much patience as possible to make certain a job was well-executed.
In three minutes, he would make another $200,000 for a single bullet to the brain.
Oh, how he loved his work. But he loved the money even more. Ronald had no lover, no one single friend. In his line of work, they are a liability he can do without.
Here comes Bryan Matterhorn, Junior Judicial official for the attorneys of record in and around Perth. He was responsible for all trial cases to be evenly sorted out by state-owned lawyers. Today, they would need someone to replace him. Why? No reason. Just a target for a client.
A client that will pay even bigger bucks for a future hit.
As with all his contract hits, Ronald videos each one as proof for payment. As always, half up front, the rest upon delivery.
Bryant Matterhorn had no reaction time. He died suddenly, quickly, with a look of certain perplexity.
It is the kind of look Ronald explains thusly. “Surely you are mistaken.”
Never.
Now, if that woman has finished her part, and it seems apparent she thinks she is doing this for all the right reasons to “right the wrongs of a nation,” she once told him online, she will prove quite perfect for the next big score. That one is a hundred-million dollars.
Too bad Alexandria won’t see a penny of it
Friday Evening – August 31st
Universal Time
missle01: that was impressive. he was almost laughing at u before he realized it was going 2 be over b4 he knew it.
missle02: ty. Ur vid was impressive as well.
missle02: now pay close attention. in the next 3 minutes i will be closing my page for good. get a pen or pencil and paper. once u have the info down, u will follow suit and close ur page as well. There will be a plane ticket waiting 4 u at the airport. it leaves in 2 hours. b on it. meet me at this address.
missle01: 2 hours? i won’t have a lot of time to pack things.
missle02: pack very little or pack nothing. just be on that plane. this is the moment u have waited 4.
missle01: ok. what is the address.
missle02: 2356 cranston way, montie, new york. i will meet you there in 2 days’ time. It is america’s holiday. we will hardly be noticed. u have all ur paperwork in order, correct.
missle01: yes. i have the address written down.
missle02: i will c u in 2 days’ time. Goodbye.
missle01: goodbye.
She hit send and it came back as, “Undeliverable. User no longer exists.”
That quickly he erased his tracks.
She did the same.
Labor Day Weekend
As in years past, this year being no different, the city park became a place where young and old alike turned out for the festivities of hamburgers and hot dog; pretzels and cotton candy, sodas, and shakes, corn dogs on a stick, handmade ice-cream in a variety of flavors; t-shirts, caps, and even fake tinsel hair in red, white, and blue to wear were available.
Three local bands played throughout each of the three days, each taking a four-hour turn on the grandstand backdrop by the manmade lake.
Police roamed the park, but as with years past, they hadn’t expected any violence or destruction of property. It would be a weekend like those past; noisy, and uneventful. People would go home each of the next three nights and have nothing but good things to say.
On the beginning of the holiday weekend, Father Larry Millen gave the opening and closing prayers and wished that the weekend to be an enormous success and boon to the community.
Both the Mayor and Captain Raymond Todd, followed Father Millen in the opening statements, wishing everyone to have a wonderful time but to be safe and careful, and mindful of the law.
This Labor Day and there would be no crime. No one would be injured in any kind of way. It would be the eleventh straight Labor Day, trouble free.
Stevie, his mom, and Ed were walking around, buying a souvenir of some sort just to say they were part of the ongoing festivities.
They played the games, rode the rides, and Stevie even managed to win a large white stuffed panda bear for his mom. All he had to do was knock twelve sets of three metal bottles off a table with a single pitch of a baseball. He did it four times in a row.
Stevie handed her the panda and said, “Mom, you can call him, bub, when I’m not around.”
“Deal, Bub.” She hugged him.
At one point, Baker had to find a restroom, and spied a port-a-potty. That left Stevie and Ed alone on one of the park benches.
“I’m proud of how you have handled things over the last few months, Stevie. I know of grown men who couldn’t have done half of what you’ve accomplished.”
“Thanks, Ed. To be honest. I did most of this for my mom. I didn’t want her to think I would have to have her wait on me hand and foot. I didn’t want her to think of me as a cripple or invalid, you know?”
Ed nodded his head.
“Are you sure you aren’t thirty in a little guy’s body?”
They both sort of laughed when Stevie asked, “You love my mom, don’t you?”
Ed inhaled, and thought, here goes.
“Yes, I do. We never started in that direction. I mean, in the beginning, we were simply partners with a job to do. As partners, we can sometimes become close, and as it happened in our case; remarkably close.
“But it didn’t start until the end of the Christmas holidays last year. I don’t think either one of us felt it would amount to too much more than what it was.”
“You mean the sex stuff, huh?”
Blushing slightly, Ed nodded, then continued.
“Then, things became scary with the cop-killers and stuff going on, and the next thing either of us knew, it wasn’t about the sex any longer, it was about us having a future together.
“And I do want a future with your mom, Stevie. But I would also like to be able to keep our friendship and be able to do things together with you like I did when you were here before everything that happened, happened.
“I’m not out to replace you father. I know that can’t happen, and I wouldn’t even try. I’m perfectly happy just being the best friend to you I can be.”
Stevie looked at him without changing his facial expression which held neither a smile nor frown. He listened to every word Ed said before he looked into his eyes and said, “So then, maybe this fall, you could teach me how to shoot at the Brewster Gun Club?”
“Can do, will do, if your mom says it’s okay.”
“Cool. I have another question for you.”
“Bring it on.”
“Well, it’s not really a question, more like something I just want to say. I know you love mom, and that’s great. She’s been needing someone to love her besides me, for a long time, and you are really a great guy. So, what I’m saying is, if you and mom want to get married, go for it. I just have one request.”
“What would that be, bub,” interjected Baker.
“Oh, hi mom. Gee, how long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to say you are so full of surprises, and that you constantly amaze me. So, what’s the request?”
And for the first time in Stevie’s presence, both Baker and Ed, held hands.
“Well, I know my grandparents, your mom and dad, died in that house fire years back, long before I was ever thought about. But I read books and have seen movies all the time where the father walks the bride down the altar to the groom. And, well, mom, since your dad can’t do that for you, I’d like to be the one to give you away, to Ed. That’s if it’s okay with you.”
Baker felt a new sense of admiration and added respect for his thought, and she felt a rush of tears about to overflow and drown her in this moment of absolute joy.
She stood away from Ed, throwing her arms around Stevie, hugging him tightly, and whispered in his ear, “Stevie, you have always been my best man, and always will be. And Bub, I would be proud to walk down the aisle with you.”
She didn’t have the heart to tell Stevie the truth about her parents and how they really died. And why would she? It all happened many years ago. Better to leave sleeping dogs lie.