Mask of desire

he cold air only made the minister of finance, Daffe Col, sweat. His cotton ti

the president and was on the way to meet the person who called

ted. All the minister had to do was to keep up his end of the bargain, and appear when designated with whichever information was requested of him. It was usually nothing of consequence no officer with high clearance didn't have access

n who, one day, got an ominous phone call asking if he wante

t, rose steadily into position. The former finance minister was fired immediately in a scandal involving videotapes of him molesting chi

of his grim situation now more than ever. But his greed brought him this far and it was too late to back out now

, and distribution of resources were in the hands and control of a

country to keep the peace, they did as they pleased to sui

nounced, slowing down at the chapel he wa

the minister said, g

as slipped under his hotel door earlier th

right address–

old, he passed the rows of wooden seats and s

upper windows, it was antique, probably worth something too.

fe shuddered. For some reason, this man had no presence, were the

got

id, handing ove

ck opened it w

called last month, I couldn't

the president, I c

till next tim

ay before he sighed and offered another prayer for f

till the minister walked out of the church, sobbing. His prayers

ike him to take care of the shit that happ

de him and he sighed,

ore I up y

informant still put up a hell of a fight. Even

again, struggling against the

t and put an index to

f his mouth, following the pa

nd you, you know? The people w

who want it are all powerful and that. You would think the minister would confirm if they were se

ought I was talking to myself. You got everything down

oughed, licking his bruise

off something like t

s exactly his, but not the eyes. He could see now that they were predators. B

it's imp

the glint of the sharp weapon against h

k you to act like you don't know I was here. Understand? If you know what's good for y

the wind as the man in black slung the suitcase ov

:58 pm. He had about 15

ove away, blending into a line road, h

n his pocket. He cli

pe

id I have

's no

th the Black Unit. I'll forward the

up. His leather gloves crinkled as he s

. I'll be there to d

Agent

oo risky or too dangerous for him. He had a goal that must

s meet point was a few minutes east. The information in this suitcase would likely cause a civil war but of what business

tical combat, weapons handling, and high-risk infiltration. He worked in Psychological Operations and had Close Quarters Combat training fr

ngs he truly enjoyed anymore. He preferred a life like this. Back in the agency, he was a lone w

to a lone road with a red post office box. His watch be

e. As a

he tossed the suitcas

ked Agent Brood off and Alex knew it. But he was the only person who had seen Brood at h

hell of an agent. Well, according

? I don't understand wh

e. The very

s

s weight. Whatever was in that thing was heavy as an anchor. But he was irritated that Alex s

ance th

thread to lead to her, I'm certain it's there. But she could b

ed and yanked up Alex by his c

sed only Brood's harsh

hands in mock surrender, the su

ex as he picked up the suitca

irl was involved. At least he was a great agen

holes running the whole shebang. You're going to lo

one like

h a dry chuckle, coughing and rubbing his thr

, earning a s

ple. Understand? I know y

r records.

e again, starting hi

oing?" Alex call

going to run an errand

en running through him all day began to ebb, bringing a dull

mned good. He wasn't going to be playing