A GIBBOUS MOON

Chapter 4

The next three weeks I took over my boss' job and became the new lieutenant. I received orders from the drug lord and passed these on to my subordinates. Alfa had explained to me that being lieutenant is the second highest position in a drug gang and the person at this post is responsible for administering and supervising the hitman and the various falcons who are within the area or territory. The lieutenants take orders directly from the drug lord and can carry out some of the low-profile executions on their own without the permission of the leader. I honestly didn't know what low-profile executions I could carry out even if I wanted to.

Since knowledge of the breach was discovered, the drug branch had been doing really bad. Some of the falcons had their identity leaked and had subsequently been killed by competing gangs. We lost a lot of our network and were having difficulties building it back up. I carried out the drug lord's orders, but I felt like he was not really trying to fix the problem. I voiced my concerns multiple times and every time he dismissed me. I decided to take matters into my own hands. I met up with small local drug businesses and convinced them to start working for us. Some of them were easily convinced and others needed a little bit more encouragement in the form of extortion and threats. In the end I had gotten enough people to join so that the lost working power was compensated. I personally instructed each and every one of them to fulfil certain ranks. A third of them I taught some of my MMA skills so that they could become new and improved hitmen. The second third I taught how to improvise on the spot and what to look out for so that they could become falcons. The last third, I taught how to negotiate and show no fear or nervousness. These people would be the ones that would sell the actual drugs to potential buyers. I managed to get the business up and working again to its usual standard, but I didn't want to stop just there. I am almost at the top of the ladder and have to prove myself in order to become the drug lord. I suspect that the current drug lord is involved in some shady business. Why else wouldn't he want to listen to my ideas on how to get the business up and blooming again? If I can find dirt on him that perhaps he is a traitor then he will be kicked out, maybe executed, and Alfa would influence his boss to give me the drug lord position. Sounds like a fool proof plan. Only problem is that I have no idea what dirt I could search for or how to find it. Maybe I could ask Alfa for help. I call him and hope for the best.

"Xavier?"

"Yes, hello, Alfa, can I ask you a favour?"

"And what would that favour be?"

"I have been a lieutenant for a few weeks now. I acted out the orders I got from the current drug lord, but he didn't do anything to fix the damage the breach had caused. I even voiced these concerns to him and gave him ideas on how to fix it, but he didn't want to hear anything about it like he didn't want it to be fixed at all. In those few weeks I have been a lieutenant I have worked on fixing the problem myself. But that's beside the point. I just find it suspicious that the current drug lord wasn't doing anything, and I think he has some dirt on him that he is hiding, and I want to find out what that is. However, I have no lead whatsoever"

"This is exactly why I am trying to get you to be the drug lord. I haven't trusted that guy since the beginning but he showed no actual suspicious behaviour so I couldn't get him kicked. I'll send you a picture of him, so you know what he looks like. He knows me so I couldn't spy on him, but you could. His codename is Uniform by the way. Be careful and don't get caught otherwise he will get you killed."

"I'll not interact with him, just watch him. Maybe knock him out and search his body for new tattoos that could prove that he is disloyal."

"Please use something like narcotics to knock him out and don't beat him up."

"Where do I get those narcotics?"

"Well Whiskey happens to have a doctor's licence; he could prescribe you some for your insomnia."

"I won't even ask why he has a doctor's licence but sure sent me the prescription."

"Will do."

I hung up and waited for Whiskey to send me the doctor's note that would give me access to sleeping medication. As soon as I received it, I went to the nearest apothecary and picked up the triazolam Whiskey had prescribed me. I read the description and it said it needed to be taken orally with or without food. By this time, I had also received relevant information from Alfa about Uniform's routine so I would be able to spy on him. He usually went to a restaurant right around the corner of his house on foot. I decided that I should drug him there and then he would have enough time to go back home and fall asleep like nothing is wrong. I applied for a job at the restaurant and got hired. I worked there for a week when I finally decided to enact my plan. It was a Thursday, and I was serving people, waiting for Uniform to come in. By now I had memorised what he looked like from the photo Alfa had sent me. He came in and I went to his table to take his order. He ordered a glass of red wine and the lobster. Such a rich guy meal but whatever. I passed his order to the cooks and went to get his glass of red wine. Before coming to work I had crushed the triazolam pills so they could be easily dissolved. I poured in the red wine and then added the powder. I stirred quickly before bringing the glass to Uniform. I kept a watch from afar as he ate his dinner and drank his wine. I noticed after 20 minutes that he looked around a bit dazed. He paid for his dinner and left. I got out of my working attire and started to follow him from a distance. He was not very alert and left the door to his house unlocked and the alarm dismantled. I sneaked upstairs and found him sound asleep. He had haphazardly discarded his clothes on the ground and fell asleep in his underwear which made it ten times easier to search for tattoos. I imagine if he got a new tattoo and was spying on our organisations that he would keep it very much out of sight. I took a quick look at his back side and then rolled him over to check his front. The only tattoo I found there was underneath his collarbones. It was the skull with bloody tears but with the addition of roses. There was only one place left to look and that was underneath his boxers. I honestly don't want to look but I have to make sure. I took a minute to encourage myself and I pulled his boxers down. I saw nothing on the side of his hips or on his ass. However, right above his fucking dick I found a small number 13 tattooed. I don't want to imagine every time he had to identify himself and that he had to show his dick, gross. I took a picture and sent it to Alfa along with a picture farther away so you could see the man in question was Uniform. I immediately got a reaction back and it read:

Already sending me dickpics, Xavier?

I just replied with akissy face emoji and pulled the boxer back up before leaving the house. Thenext day Alfa texted me that he was about to show his boss that Uniform was atraitor. An hour after that text I received another saying that Uniform would betaken care of and that I showed great competence and would get promoted to theposition of drug lord. I did it. I made my way up the ladder. I can almostsmell my new gym.