16 hours later, Cuba...
Mr. Diaz went to his favorite restaurant to have a late lunch when the unexpected happened.
The food was served as normal, with silver coverings over the plates he was not eating yet, when a weird thing filled his mouth.
Mr. Diaz dropped his soup spoon and spitted out the thing into a napkin, ready to shoot someone for this mistake. He looked down to check out what it was and noticed an eyeball with a blue butterfly tattoo on his napkin, almost giving him a heart attack.
"Mariposa..?" The man whispered in shock and slight fright.
His bodyguards noticed that something was wrong and approached him to verify. They too, were surprised with the gift their boss had in his soup.
Mr. Diaz used his spoon to mix his soup, and more and more eyeballs appeared in the deep bowl. He counted enough eyes to assume that Condor and Mariposa's whole team was gone.
"Lift the food coverings." He coldly ordered and attentively watched as his top assassins' heads were displayed in trays with salads bedding and a small apple in each one's mouth.
One of his bodyguards was new at the job and couldn't stomach the sign, throwing up on the spot.
Mr. Diaz didn't even blink at the disgusting sign of his decapitated ex-employees, but inside he was angry beyond belief. Who would dare mess with him?
"Kill that weakling." He ordered and dispatched the vomiting man and another guard out of the chamber.
One of his bodyguards received communication through their radio system and the man straightened while hearing what the others reported. Stiffly he walked up to Mr. Diaz to report back to him.
"Jefe, hubo un disturbio en uno de nuestros almacenes. (Boss, there was a disturbance in one of our warehouses.)"
"Reporte. (Report.)"
"Algunas cajas le fueron entregadas en nuestro almacén principal. Cuando los hombres los examinaron en busca de posibles golosinas, un olor pútrido comenzó a salir de las cajas. Los cuerpos de Cóndor y Mariposa, así como su equipo, fueron entregados adentro, cortados en pedazos. Había claros signos de tortura y falta de órganos. (Some boxes were delivered to you in our main warehouse. When the men examined them for possible treats, a putrid scent started leaving the boxes. Condor and Mariposa's bodies as well as their team were all delivered inside, chopped up in pieces. There were clear signs of torture and organs missing.)"
"¿Había alguna firma o una nota?(Was there any signature or a note?)" Before the man could answer Mr. Diaz yelled in his face, "¡DESCUBRE QUIÉN HIZO ESTO! (Find out who did this!)"
"Jefe, los cuerpos tenían grabado a fuego el símbolo de un revólver con una G encima. (Boss, the bodies had the symbol of a revolver with a G on top burnt on them.)"
"Mierda! (shit)" Mr. Diaz hadn't seen many bodies with that mark, but fuck if he forgot who the marker was.
Five or six years ago, he attended a lowly auction. The piece on sale was one interrogatory with the best monster a blond half-American half-Italian man had.
The man needed money, so he contacted influential people he knew were having some kind of trouble in the business and offered them the chance of using his best weapon. Most had heard the rumors that Vinico Baldmen used a child to interrogate people, and almost everyone went there for curiosity.
Yet, not everyone could finish the presentation till the end, for the child was very sick in the head with the things she did to the men she was torturing.
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