"Revenge is an calculated plan of action but always remember to include the concequences in the plan."
-Unknown
It's been four years since the incident and I still couldn't forgive myself. I still remembered the funeral like it was yesterday seeing their cofins being lowered down in the ground and the countless condolence wishes reminding me that I'll never see them again.
I tried to move on for the sake of my wife and daughter but the darkness that clouded my heart refused to let me from it's grasps.
It was then and there I made up my mind I wasn't gonna be a depressed widowed husband looking at old pictures and reminiscing about the old days.
I wanted revenge.
I didn't care about the consequences my actions would bring upon me because I was ready to face them head on.
For the four years I've been searching for a lead that would lead me to Makarov whereabouts but all my efforts were futile.
I was beginning to lose hope until I found a young man named Craig-James. He was some nerd from Harvard who had an degree in physics, computer electronics, robotics engeneering and so on.
I told him my story and he was more than willing to help me on my quest for revenge. He'd been keeping tabs on the black market, phone calls, text messages etc.
With the vast pool of information we had at our finger tips we found out that their would be an black market auction at a mansion later this week.
It was time to make my first move on the chess board.
THE DAY OF THE AUCTION.
"To walk the road of revenge one most leave their humanity behind and become a shadow lurking in the dark."
-Unknown
I sat on my porch going over the plan of action I had for tonight. The odds of this being successful was leaning mostly in my favour.
I gently stroke my German shepherds head as I stared out in space when a black car coming up the driveway caught my attention.
Ryder my dog jumped up at attention not breaking eye contact with the car as it came to a stop.
A man in a black suit and dark shades climbed out the vehicle holding a large envelope.
I rubbed Ryders head again."Easy boy." I whispered and he relaxed laying back in his previous position.
The man made his way to the house but stopped at the steps."Donovan Pottier?" He asked in a uncertain voice.
I took another sip of my coffee."And what business do you have with me?" I asked in a stern voice.
He removed his shades and rubbed his eyes." I'm Josh Meyer I work for the CIA, may I come in?"
"No I rather the fresh air, and what does the CIA want with me?"
He seemed on edge when I asked him."Um we would like to beg your assistance on a case."
Those curropt little assholes must be joking, after what they made happen." I decline, tell them they can shove it up their ass."
"Please sir they insisted that I persuade you to help no matter what."
"I have no intentions of helping the CIA so please leave your wasting your time."
