Savage

Chapter 9) First Plan

*Kendall's POV*

It began. I kept wheeling over the day's events in my head. When Andrew arrived, I made my way towards the opposite direction, where my plan had to start off. Making my usual scans around the areas I walked through, I made my way toward the security building where Shailene's father worked. He was my first target into making this life devastation for Andrew, come to life.

Just wait and see, I indirectly said to Andrew in my mind.

But, just before I did, my really outdated and battered GSM Touch phone, vibrated in my pocket. Skipping backwards to lean on a nearby tree, I looked around, then took it out of my pocket to check the caller id.

My father.... I answered.

He spoke before I could greet him. Straight to the point.

'Did you find him?'

'Yes I did. Also I-' He cut me off.

'I asked nothing more. Did you deliver the message?'

'Yes sir.'

'Do what you have to do. Do not make a mess. Get the girl. Understand? It really takes a lot of energy to punish you boys. ' Suddenly I had a flashback to when Andrew had gotten his punishment for not being a 'man', for writing poetry. I remember how much I regretted showing Jared when I found it. I could have saved Andrew all this trouble, that is, if he didn't have intentions of wanting to leave eventually.

Remembering that he said I could do what I have to do and get the girl, I realized that the plan I had already devised was brilliant enough to pull through. 'Yes I will.' He hung up. I suddenly felt a rush of excitement in this. Getting that girl.... there are so many creative ways.

Typical Jared Broker. Impatient man, but we have no choice but to deal with him. He demanded that we call him Jared and not 'dad' because it was more of a family of business, not a real family.

I remember when I got the assignment to find Andrew...to deliver the message and persist until he obeys. I was reluctant at first because you know, I didn't talk to him since the punishment.

The punishment. We were never allowed to speak of it unless we wanted to end up like those victims that Jared dragged into the torture chamber alive...and dragged out dead, leaving no trace whatsoever.

No trace, that's what we're taught in training. What was the right name for it? Stalker training? Seems accurate.

Andrew though. He thought sending some kind of soft feminine letter would let him off that easily from our business/family. He knew this wasn't the end. I resented Andrew for leaving me alone there. I hated the fact that because of him, I was not allowed to have undercover jobs like he did because he decided to quit. He had the soft looks, the innocent one. That's why they always chose him over me. Jared Broker was not afraid to send me because I he maybe thought that I might have done the same, because he was just too calm when he received the letter. It just didn't make any sense.

I knew Jared wasn't going to end things well with him. I knew this wasn't the end of his other son's story. I was going to assist him in making Andrew pay for defeating the family's history of being the most highly skilled stalkers to our knowledge. He didn't think he could get away....did he? With such a lack of skill?

I took a look clockwise once again, then approached Shailene's father's XLT Ford and dropped my apartment key at his tyre. Stooping low to pick it up, I slid the laser pen out my pocket and burned a hole into the front left tyre. Just as I made sure the coast was clear, I spotted her father, just leaving his security post, signing out at the counter, and into his vehicle. I jogged back to the trees where I stood talking to my father before. It was time to do this.