utilising some of their acting skills and whilst they were related distantly to those in power they knew they would never have the power, yet had been groomed for a life of privilege and wealth once they had completed certain parts of their initiation. They were trained martial artists and each had a weapon of choice, John’s being the razor, which he had last used in Kuala Lumpur to take care of the student who so let him down. That was his third kill, not many and two more than Jack, yet he was comfortable that it had gone well, successful and simple, and he had made an excellent escape.
Of course he could have and probably should have sent Jack to do the surveillance on the stocky Middle Eastern-looking guy, yet he realised that he and Jack stood out in Asia and as such he simply had to have someone else do his work. The student’s mistake had, however, led him to go back through Leon’s connections at the bank and he recognised from Google the only man it could have been from a photo many years before. This find had kicked in their intelligence team and within an hour they knew that his name was Rocko Rizotto and along with his partner David Clark they were wealthy businesspeople, who called themselves Truthseekers. He thought of them more as mosquitos and their buzzing had become untenable.
Stacey had been so taken with her first impressions of Cape Town that she simply didn’t notice the car following the cab. This in itself was unusual, as since she had been working for the boys she had had more than her fair share of undesirable stalkers.
Her guesthouse in the quaint Waterkant area of Cape Town was everything it promised to be. Big soft bed, great shower, friendly staff and a view over to the Victoria & Alfred waterfront and also Robbin Island where Nelson Mandela had resided in prison from 1962 to 1990. Whilst unused to flying, the business class upgrade had helped and Stacey felt revived. She stripped off all her clothes and embraced a long hot shower, the pure African water cascading over her taut body. She lost herself in the experience of washing, shampooing, conditioning and shaving. It was times like this she loved being a woman, and with the call of Africa not far away now she rose from the shower a revived and refreshed woman ready to take on the world. She ignored her phone and iPad that she knew would have David beeping some instructions across and trying to get her to do some work for the upgrade he sponsored. Hell, she was on holiday and for all he knew, the Internet was down. South Africa’s service was intermittent at best.
Four doors down the hill from the guesthouse the two killers sat in their nondescript sedan biding time. Their plan was clear. The security of their whole organisation had been breached. It had happenedoccasionally during the 1,700 years their lie had paraded the Earth. Normally it amounted to nothing, just simple people falling across something they should not have. Sometimes the individual made their findings so public that it simply had to be ignored, like when Matt Groening based his character Mr Burns on their elder statesman. The world simply thought he was a fictional character, yet Groening had captured most of the attributes perfectly. Many other times they did not even realise what it was they had found, yet with these two clowns it had been different. They knew that David and Rocko were resourced; their company even called itself, Truthseekers, a disgusting poke at some sort of noble deeds, yet they were keen and they had capacity. Already the elders had said they must be dealt with in the old way. That way was to take out an easy target, the girl… And in this case it was also their strongest link, as she was their researcher, a talented and connected individual, without whom they would not only lose focus, they would disappear.
The instructions were not to be rash, but to deal with the woman and make it look like a tragic accident. Shooting her was not only
Of course he could have and probably should have sent Jack to do the surveillance on the stocky Middle Eastern-looking guy, yet he realised that he and Jack stood out in Asia and as such he simply had to have someone else do his work. The student’s mistake had, however, led him to go back through Leon’s connections at the bank and he recognised from Google the only man it could have been from a photo many years before. This find had kicked in their intelligence team and within an hour they knew that his name was Rocko Rizotto and along with his partner David Clark they were wealthy businesspeople, who called themselves Truthseekers. He thought of them more as mosquitos and their buzzing had become untenable.
Stacey had been so taken with her first impressions of Cape Town that she simply didn’t notice the car following the cab. This in itself was unusual, as since she had been working for the boys she had had more than her fair share of undesirable stalkers.
Her guesthouse in the quaint Waterkant area of Cape Town was everything it promised to be. Big soft bed, great shower, friendly staff and a view over to the Victoria & Alfred waterfront and also Robbin Island where Nelson Mandela had resided in prison from 1962 to 1990. Whilst unused to flying, the business class upgrade had helped and Stacey felt revived. She stripped off all her clothes and embraced a long hot shower, the pure African water cascading over her taut body. She lost herself in the experience of washing, shampooing, conditioning and shaving. It was times like this she loved being a woman, and with the call of Africa not far away now she rose from the shower a revived and refreshed woman ready to take on the world. She ignored her phone and iPad that she knew would have David beeping some instructions across and trying to get her to do some work for the upgrade he sponsored. Hell, she was on holiday and for all he knew, the Internet was down. South Africa’s service was intermittent at best.
Four doors down the hill from the guesthouse the two killers sat in their nondescript sedan biding time. Their plan was clear. The security of their whole organisation had been breached. It had happenedoccasionally during the 1,700 years their lie had paraded the Earth. Normally it amounted to nothing, just simple people falling across something they should not have. Sometimes the individual made their findings so public that it simply had to be ignored, like when Matt Groening based his character Mr Burns on their elder statesman. The world simply thought he was a fictional character, yet Groening had captured most of the attributes perfectly. Many other times they did not even realise what it was they had found, yet with these two clowns it had been different. They knew that David and Rocko were resourced; their company even called itself, Truthseekers, a disgusting poke at some sort of noble deeds, yet they were keen and they had capacity. Already the elders had said they must be dealt with in the old way. That way was to take out an easy target, the girl… And in this case it was also their strongest link, as she was their researcher, a talented and connected individual, without whom they would not only lose focus, they would disappear.
The instructions were not to be rash, but to deal with the woman and make it look like a tragic accident. Shooting her was not only
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