The Last Azvisalokya by Mii Ryouma (world best books to read TXT) 📖

annoying redhead chatterbox from head to toe. She shouted:
- " The boss is waiting for you. What have you done this time Dave? "
Every agent was craning his neck impatiently, waiting for an answer.

 

          Harsh words took-over his thoughts.
None of your business.
But in front of all his coworkers, he couldn't take off his —Mr. perfect agent— mask, so he answered:
- "My job." can't she keep her nose out of my pants?..
- "Your job? Well, I hope you'll manage to keep it this time." And she pointed her hand to the plasma on the wall. "As you can see, news are already on TV."
He uttered in a sneering manner:
- " yeah, me too." And continued walking to his boss' office.

 

          David was in front of the wooden door when he heard two voices, the boss' and a stranger's. He just stood there waiting for that meeting to end.
The unknown guest was speaking:
- " ...to meet him, I need his file. " after a brief silence he added: "he's here."

 

Perfect, today's mission report is already on his desk, I'm officially a dead man. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead....

 

          Another voice came from the inside, cut his puling thoughts .This time was his boss':
- "David, come in."

 

Behind the mountain of files on the desk.
Alex his boss and childhood best friend was standing, waiting for him; arms crossed, glasses down on his nose. He had never forgotten rolling-up the sleeves of his boring white button-down shirt.

 

          David was the first speaking:
- " Evening boss." Then his eyes went directly to the guest sitting in a dark corner, and nodded in a greeting way. What Mr.Jeffry Klein is doing in the boss' office?
- "just sit down Dave." Alex was anxiously biting his lip. "I warned you. And yet, you have just wasted your last chance." He took the mission report from the top of the files and threw it on his desk to David.

 

          Very reassuring, thank you boss. He took the file; his left fingers didn't stop scratching his head while reading. The mission wasn't a total failure; at least we won't worry about the criminal gang leader anymore.
- "That's the real success; I mean the head is dead, and both of his assistants are in the hospital..."

 

          Alex interrupted the flow of his agent words by punching the desk angrily.
David turned his head to see Mr.Klein in the dark corner slyly smiling. Why this person is still sitting here? This conversation should be in private.

 

- " Dave, the man you killed..."
- "I swear it was self defense, I have witnesses." He was obviously worried.
- "David Hades, you fool. Just listen. It doesn't change the fact that he's gone forever. He was one of our best undercover agents." A brief silence and he went on screaming "Why didn't you confer with us about that gang, instead of working alone? Stupid Dave."

 

          What the f***!

 

Not waiting for any kind of response, Alex ordered,
- "Weapon and badge. "
He slowly put his Glock first on the desk, the pistol he had carried with him for more than five years. It felt like tearing a piece from his soul, but couldn't object. Those were the consequences of his misplaced impulsiveness.

 

- "Now David. As a friend, I have to give you the best chances you can get in the middle of these unfortunate events; we have some very serious business to talk about. "
Friend my ass! I'm stripped of gun and badge. Nothing to do with your fake friendship.
- "What are you waiting for? Say it out loud. I'm under arrest now? I need to call Jullia, and talk to my lawyer."
- "Well, dear friend. That's not exactly what's on Mr.Klein's mind."

 

          Alex was referring to the man sitting in the dark corner, nodded to him, and showed him, palm facing upward, the chair next to David.
- "Thank you." That's what Mr.Klein said, and just came and sat.

 

          He was a tall man, in his fifties. His navy blue double-breasted suit matched perfectly his salt and pepper short beard. Jeffry Klein, the well known businessman owner of many museums, hotels, and towers across the country.

 

          Alex continued explaining,
- " No pressed charges, no bills, no trials, and happily ever after. If...you work for Mr.Klein."
- "Hello! I'm an FBI special agent, not a bodyguard!" Jerk...Jerks. I'm not his dog, or yours.
- "Of course you are, mon ami. If you haven't noticed, you're a dead man. Your best chance will be a life sentence."

 

Dark nightmares flashed before his eyes. He wanted to be the perfect father for his unborn baby, but in jail, loneliness would be his ghost guardian until dying breath. Julia, her love the reason for overcoming the odds against him, would be taken away by time and distance.

 

- "Cut it... Please Alex, I can't hear another word... I... I... I can't handle all these at once. What do you want from me, you and you?" David was glaring at Mr.Klein when he pronounced the last you.

 

          They exchanged glances and nodded to each other. Then, Mr.Klein directed his attention to David.
The speech that turned his world upside down was about to begin.

 

- "Mr. Hades."
- "Yeah?" Give me the best of what you have.
- "No need for a preface. Let's face it, you have two options. You'll be charged with first-degree murder, my lawyers will make sure to frame you... And you can kiss your family and life good bye.
The second option, and please don't interrupt me."

 

          Go to hell, you can't threaten me like that; I prefer jail over your second option. But, In this miserable situation I've put myself in , I'm forced to zip my mouth and endure his acerbic nature until the end.

 

          Mr.Klein pursued his suggestion in a less scathing tone; his electric blue eyes sparkling with an overwhelming persuading power convinced David of his sincerity.

 

- "Give-up your career as an FBI special agent, which is by the way gone with, or without your approval. Quit the (CID). Start your own business as a private investigator, your childhood dream. Once you accept, there will be no way back. "
How do you know about my childho..? Of course, Alex. My childhood best friend!

 

          David was wondering why a guy like Mr.Jeffry Klein was in a place like a (CID) office, imposing his will on him and his boss. No doubt about his crushing influence.

 

          He ended his suggestion with a promise.
- "Mr.Hades, One thing I can guarantee. You'll see the world in a way that you have never imagined, the truth you've always sought about hidden agendas will be freely open to you. And I need your answer now, not in two days. "

 

          David paused, roaming around the thought of missing his first child birth. All the planning he went through, along with his loving beautiful wife. Will go with the wind, if he opened his mouth with a NO.

 

          It's clear that my career as an FBI agent is officially dead.
His boss was staring at him with his impatient eyes.
You're looking ahead to my years in jail! Still holding to your teen dreams about being a part of Jullia's life?... Stupid Alex... Over my dead body.

 

          Waiting for the answer that came rapidly, Mr.Klein raised his eyebrows anticipating the positive answer he wanted to hear.

 

- "Mr.Klein, boss. You had succeeded in whatever you wanted. From the beginning you had nothing to lose, unlike me. Well, I blame myself. "

 

          Both of them had the wide victory smile drawn on their faces, that sent chills down David's spine. But he carried on.

 

- "You threatened me; I'm not a gangster nor a man without honor. I'll be working for you Mr.Klein as an investigator, but my life is mine not yours. And my family will stay forever out of any troubles. "

 

Mr.Klein showed his huge white-teeth grin to his new partner, and stretched out his hand to shake David's.
- "You have my solemn pledge."

 

No comments left, I'm trapped for the rest of my life. No, I did put myself in this obvious trap.

 

          The truth was crystal clear, what just happened was David's true nature unconsciously manifested. What his soul always thirsted for, investigating the unknown underworld, seeking the hidden agendas. That Jeffry opened for him all of the seven hell-gates. He walked into happily, but never expected what lays waiting behind them.

 

THE FIRST GATE (of David's Hell)

 

          David went directly to what it was few hours ago his office, picked up the phone and dialed his apartment number.
- "Hello?" The soft voice came overflowing with warm-heartedness he needed after the unexpected turn his life took.
- "Hi, Jullia."
- "Dave, thank god you called, I was very worried for you. Have you heard about what happened in El Centro Español? "
- "Honey, please. I'm fine; I've asked you many times to stop worrying about me. You're taking care of our angel, and that's too much to deal with."
- "Thank you darling, you've been very understanding from the beginning."
- "Don't mention it again. Hey, babe, I'll be there in..." No, I need few more minutes for myself.

 

          In the center of that tornado, He remembered a small spotlight that could bring peace to his mind, at least for tonight.
- "At nine o'clock. Be ready for tonight."
- "Yay, I love the spontaneous man inside you. I'll be ready in time, bye, love you. "
- " Bye, love you too babe."This spontaneity cost me my job.

 

          David needed desperately to push that pause button, mulling over today's disturbing events. Still not believing that an hour back, he let his career slipped between his fingers for craving greed and burning curiosity, and perhaps for a monstrous darkness awaiting not just him, but threatening the piece of heaven he wanted to create for his family.

 

          The Clearwater Beach was lightened up that night with fireworks cruises. The happy couple enjoyed their New Year's Eve dinner with the soft piano music, and the clubby conviviality at Bob Heilman's Beachcomber. The best moment of the night was when the song (One More Time) started, and the blooming radiant expectant mum dared her husband to an unforgettable dance.

 

          David never told his wife about the real reason behind his resignation from the CID. Jullia believed that going over to his new job, and fulfilling his life dream, is the best that can happen to their growing family.

 

          Next day, at the Stovall-Lee historic mansion. David had an appointment with his unclear, yet somehow promising future, which wasn't an uncommon situation for an ex-FBI agent.

 

          Behind an impregnable wall of trees, laid the luxurious massive compound of structures. A main house, guest house, pavilion, conservatory, pergola, fitness and service building, and a pool. Undisputedly, it was the private, and secluded estate which epitomizes gracious, elegant and exclusive living.

 

          For David's amazement, the welcoming committee were the Klein's who looked like royalties or nobles. They were very cheerful, especially the three-and-half year old child, who couldn't stop playing and laughing with his parents.

 

- "Welcome to my abode, Mr.Hades. You're in time. "
- "My pleasure Mr.Klein, call me Dave. "
- "This is Inessa. My beloved wife. "

 

          I did my homework last night. Mrs. Inessa Klein is the aristocrat Russian founder of the anti-racism foundation.
- " nice