The Angels Of Death

chapter 2

Tap. Tap. Tap. They stroll in lockstep. They approach slowly. The elderly gentleman raises his head. Giovanni locks his frightening gaze on him and signals to William, who grabs the old man's arm and drags him to his feet. They lead him to his office, where Robert shuts the door, then crosses the room and sits in a chair, facing the man, without saying anything. The other two follow suit, Giovanni is in the middle, Robert is on the left, and William is on the right. Giovanni is unmistakeably the leader of the pack. Then Gio slowly opens the briefcase and pulls out a document before turning it to face the old man. He exhales, and inside he finds money. A lot of money, more money than he's ever seen before. £1billion.

"This could all be yours if you do what we ask," William says softly.

"What do you want?" As he stares into William's ice cold, blue eyes, he shakes and shudders with fear.

"We'll get to that," says the William. He chuckles as he pauses. "Have patience, old man."

Robert whispers gently, "We want your business." It's the first time he's spoken during the meeting, and the other two are taken aback for a moment before rapidly recovering and returning to their stony expressions.

He protests, "But it's a family business."

Giovanni leans in close to the old man's face, about a half inch away, and whispers, "But you don't have any family, do you?"

He smiles and sits back. 

Then he raises his voice once more, “Nefarious Industries wants to buy Grey’s Banks from you for £1 million. Now, we didn’t come all this way to be disappointed, did we boys?”

Robert and William shake their heads.

“Mr Scott,” Gio continues, “sent us here today expecting us to return with your business, so we are going to get your business by any means necessary.” He reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out a gun which he slowly, deliberately, places down on the desk facing the old man. The old man trembles, he fears for his life.

William reaches out to grab the old man’s face and says, “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, so which is it?” A smirk spreads across his face.

“Fine, I’ll give you my business, please just let me go!” The old man is desperate now.

Robert slides the paper across the table and politely asks him to sign on the dotted line. Like I said, he is respectful. 

The transaction is complete.

As the three businessmen leave, crows caw and circle. There is death in the air. A few hours later, the old man dies, a horrible sickness took over his body and mind and shut him down like he was an ancient computer. 

At N Industries, the three men feel a chill run down their backs, something is not right, but they can’t quite figure out what.