out looking for Paki; he was sure to draw attention to himself by doing that. Feeling the need to be doing something, Demoto got up and picked up the floorplan to his mother’s house.
He’d gotten it from Buck before leaving, along with the schedules of her guards changing. He needed to memorize the floor plan the best he could before going there. He didn’t want to go there and get caught slipping because he didn’t know where to go. She no longer lived in the house that he’d grown up in. She had moved to some big, extravagant estate that he knew nothing about.
“Are we doing anything today?” Jacko asked.
“Maybe. Like I said, if she calls then I’m going to her front door, but if not we may wait until it gets dark to make some moves.”
“Well, come show me how to call Kia. I already know her ass is about to go crazy.”
Demoto stood from the bed he was lying on and went to Jacko. They sat on his bed together for at least fifteen minutes trying to figure out what they had to do in order to place a call. When all else failed, Jacko sent her a message on Facebook. He probably didn’t need to talk to her anyway. For the task at hand he needed to be focused, and talking to Kia would surely get him off of that.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Jacko and Demoto both turned to look at the door. Neither of them knew who it could be, so they didn’t move. Wide-eyed and alarmed, they sat on the bed looking from each other back to the door. Jacko bucked his eyes at Demoto as if asking for directions on what to do next. Demoto shrugged and looked back at the door just as two more knocks came.
Demoto stood, about to head to the door when his red phone began to ring. Right now wasn’t the time, so he didn’t answer, but when Jacko’s red phone began to ring he knew it had to be something. Although they didn’t want the person on the outside of the door to hear them in there, if Double O was calling them back-to-back then there had to be something to it.
“Jack,” Jacko answered and was quiet. Demoto watched him, waiting to see what was being said. “Confirmed.”
Jacko hung his phone up and looked up at Demoto. “Answer the door. It’s Double O.”
Demoto moved with the quickness to twist the knob. When the small rickety door swung open, in walked a white man. He was a dark pink color with a brownish hue to his skin. His eyes were a dark brown, and he was much shorter than Demoto, and only about an inch short of Jacko. He was dressed casually in a green and yellow short set with stripes on the pants.
The sneakers he wore looked run over, and his dirty blonde hair was wild around his head. He stepped in with his backpack on his back and closed the door behind him.
“Hello brothers,” he spoke to them both.
“What’s up?” Jacko spoke while Demoto gave a simple nod.
“I spoke with Bradley yesterday. My orders were to meet you all here and show you the land. I’m from the South African office.” He extended his hand toward Jacko then Demoto. “I’m Alias.”
“What did Bradley tell you?”
“Only that you two will need my help. I’m to help you two to get closer to the house without raising red flags. I’ve done business with the queen on numerous occasions, so this shouldn’t be hard.”
“What kind of business?” Demoto looked at him.
“I’m a weapons distributor. I provide and discard thousands of weapons a week.” He smirked. “Let’s just say she uses me quite often.”
“So how soon can we get this going?”
“Tonight, if you want. I have a meeting with her. She’s ordered quite a few things. I’m thinking in anticipation of your arrival.”
Jacko stepped closer to them. “So, she doesn’t know that you work for Double O?”
Alias crossed his arms over his chest. “Not one idea. See my brother, I’ve been working with her for years. Years that surpass my life span actually. You see, I’m not much older than you two, but my father has been in Cameroon for years. Serving
He’d gotten it from Buck before leaving, along with the schedules of her guards changing. He needed to memorize the floor plan the best he could before going there. He didn’t want to go there and get caught slipping because he didn’t know where to go. She no longer lived in the house that he’d grown up in. She had moved to some big, extravagant estate that he knew nothing about.
“Are we doing anything today?” Jacko asked.
“Maybe. Like I said, if she calls then I’m going to her front door, but if not we may wait until it gets dark to make some moves.”
“Well, come show me how to call Kia. I already know her ass is about to go crazy.”
Demoto stood from the bed he was lying on and went to Jacko. They sat on his bed together for at least fifteen minutes trying to figure out what they had to do in order to place a call. When all else failed, Jacko sent her a message on Facebook. He probably didn’t need to talk to her anyway. For the task at hand he needed to be focused, and talking to Kia would surely get him off of that.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Jacko and Demoto both turned to look at the door. Neither of them knew who it could be, so they didn’t move. Wide-eyed and alarmed, they sat on the bed looking from each other back to the door. Jacko bucked his eyes at Demoto as if asking for directions on what to do next. Demoto shrugged and looked back at the door just as two more knocks came.
Demoto stood, about to head to the door when his red phone began to ring. Right now wasn’t the time, so he didn’t answer, but when Jacko’s red phone began to ring he knew it had to be something. Although they didn’t want the person on the outside of the door to hear them in there, if Double O was calling them back-to-back then there had to be something to it.
“Jack,” Jacko answered and was quiet. Demoto watched him, waiting to see what was being said. “Confirmed.”
Jacko hung his phone up and looked up at Demoto. “Answer the door. It’s Double O.”
Demoto moved with the quickness to twist the knob. When the small rickety door swung open, in walked a white man. He was a dark pink color with a brownish hue to his skin. His eyes were a dark brown, and he was much shorter than Demoto, and only about an inch short of Jacko. He was dressed casually in a green and yellow short set with stripes on the pants.
The sneakers he wore looked run over, and his dirty blonde hair was wild around his head. He stepped in with his backpack on his back and closed the door behind him.
“Hello brothers,” he spoke to them both.
“What’s up?” Jacko spoke while Demoto gave a simple nod.
“I spoke with Bradley yesterday. My orders were to meet you all here and show you the land. I’m from the South African office.” He extended his hand toward Jacko then Demoto. “I’m Alias.”
“What did Bradley tell you?”
“Only that you two will need my help. I’m to help you two to get closer to the house without raising red flags. I’ve done business with the queen on numerous occasions, so this shouldn’t be hard.”
“What kind of business?” Demoto looked at him.
“I’m a weapons distributor. I provide and discard thousands of weapons a week.” He smirked. “Let’s just say she uses me quite often.”
“So how soon can we get this going?”
“Tonight, if you want. I have a meeting with her. She’s ordered quite a few things. I’m thinking in anticipation of your arrival.”
Jacko stepped closer to them. “So, she doesn’t know that you work for Double O?”
Alias crossed his arms over his chest. “Not one idea. See my brother, I’ve been working with her for years. Years that surpass my life span actually. You see, I’m not much older than you two, but my father has been in Cameroon for years. Serving
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