New Turns

3

Irina

It's been two days since I killed Pablo. Word has spread already and the Mexican mafia won't be too happy about it. They've worked with the dead son of a bitch for years. But now they'd have to do without him. If he wouldn't have entered my territory he probably would've never crossed paths with me, but he did. We kept track of everyone who entered and left the country and could be a potential threat.

The second he set foot in here, we knew about it. Originally, we never planned on killing him, but we changed course after getting an anonymous package with pictures of the woman and children he had killed and a USB stick with a single recording on it. The recording was a phone call between Pablo and somebody unknown. We were still trying to figure out who the second person was. They talked about abducting some teenage girls who would be out at a party the night I murdered him. 

The girls were daughters of some high-rank politicians. They were about to graduate from high school and wanted to celebrate that. And while they would've been celebrating, some sick psycho would've watched them, planned on raping or selling them, or both.

Yes, I've been involved in some pretty illegal shit, but no one in my family could stand human trafficking. There were hundreds of other ways to make good connections and money, without entirely destroying families and traumatizing innocent girls and boys. And the bastard Pablo had done far worse things than only traumatize innocent souls.

Making him disappear forever, was a good decision. And still, I had a bad feeling. We freed the world of a little evil but someone wanted us to do so. The package we got was completely untraceable. No hint on who sent it to us. One of our soldiers found it while patrolling through our outdoor area. We immediately checked the tons of cameras we had all over our property, without any success. Whoever left the Box there must've been a fucking magician.

Pablo was taken care of, the next step was to find out who managed to get onto our property, past our soldiers and cameras, and leave a Box there without any way of tracing it back.

That's why I was on my way to Isi's office. I just finished my morning routine and workout and left to get a quick snack in our kitchen. Only close members of my family and our mafia lived in this mansion we owned. The rest was spread across the country, some even operated abroad in countries like Italy, Germany, Mexico, Russia, Japan and the USA. Isi used to be one of them. Her family has worked for us for over three decades, and when she finally was old enough to join the battles, she took part in a mission in Spain. Back then my father finally gave permission for me to lead my first mission and so I took over the operation in Spain and met Isi.

She was a damn Genius. I noticed her excellent hacking skills and suggested my father to keep her close to us, since her potential could help achieving our goals much faster than any other amateur we had available. Fast forward five years and she was now one of my closest people.

I made my way through the long halls, listening to the countless drops of water hitting the windows, till I finally stood in front of a huge black wooden door marking Isi's office. I was just about to knock when the door flew open to reveal a very angry Isi. 

"Where the fuck is Liam?!", I swear she yelled so loud the walls almost started shaking. Her entire face turned red in anger and the little vein on her forehead started showing. Shit, she was mad.

"What about you tell me what happened inside your office?", gently grabbing her arm I pushed myself inside her high-tech office. No matter where you looked, there where monitors everywhere. High tech Laptops, computers and monitors covered almost every inch of the walls. This room alone cost us millions. But my father was happy to spend a little sum on the best hacker in the world. I sat down on a chair I found in the corner. Next to it was a huge desk with, surprise, laptops on it. And a little terrarium where Fred should be inside. I couldn't spot him.