Armageddon's Daughter

Three

If this gets enough votes and that, I wanna write this as a series. There will be three books, the story not fully explained til the end of the third, along with my usual humour and caustic witticisms. 

The door slammed shut behind the hooded man, he looked around the room of his potential suppliers. Every single person in this room had something he wanted. Every single one of the would give it. Every single one of them, except for the anxious looking man towards the further end of the dinner table. 

"Good day, my friends. Sorry for my lateness, it could not be avoided. I hope the food so far has been to your taste." The man's voice was practically silk, also giving of a calm, gentle and reassuring nature. A few murmurs of agreement were heard through out the room, but not from the man fidgiting towards the back.

The man removed his coat, revealing a fine tailored suit of navy blue. Not easy to come buy in this current economic climate, in fact it had cost the man the lives of three men. He wore it as it reminded him he culd easily send out another three,and another, and another.

The man did not sit down however, and walked further towards the opposite end of the room. None of the guests held him as the focus of their gaze, but the man did not consider the traitor to be a guest in his house anyway.

"As many of you know... A cover up took place many years ago so no one would ever find out who caused the war." 

Nods and slight mutters of 'indeed' filled the room. These people were so easily influenced, clay in the man's hands. 

"Some of you may also know, the woman had a daughter." No sound was heard other than the clatter of a single fork on a plate. It would seem these high society people prefered to keep their victims unrelatable. 

"Even fewer, will know who she is, and what she has become." By now the man was directly behind the nervous wreck who couldn't seem to keep still, permanently squirming in his seat. 

"Of course, she has been making inquiries. And certain inquiries, should not of been able to take place." The room could of been empty, was the man not looking at it filled with silent diners. 

"In my line of work, ladies and gentlemen, I do value loyalty above everything else. It seems one of us has deemed it okay to abandon our cause to save their own skin, and tried to get information out to the outlaw about our whereabouts."

Gasps resounded, and appaled 'well I nevers' brought the room to live. The traitor sprung from his chair, knocking it too the ground. He raced for the door, but the man raised his gun and shot him in the back off the head.

"You may continue the meal, after who knows which will be you last?" He picked up his coat and left.