A week later, there was still no report made to Will about Emily's whereabouts. Will looked at Frank sadly as flashbacks of the past were played in front of his eyes.
Six years ago...
Knock.
"Come in."
Will entered with three young men behind him. "Frank, these are the three new recruits."
Frank observed them carefully and replied, "Hmm, they look fit for the job. What are your names?"
"Henry."
"James."
"Matthew!"
Frank raised one eyebrow and pointed at Matthew, "You. Why do you look so happy?"
Matthew beamed, "Because it is my dream to be work for you."
James scoffed, "Why didn't you just say you wanted to kiss his feet? You are so toady."
Matthew sneered, "Nothing wrong with that."
Frank snapped, "There is something wrong with that. I hate sycophants. They are so fake and to me, they are backstabbers."
James grinned.
Frank closed his eyes and pondered for a while. Finally, he opened his eyes and decided, "Henry, you are in. The rest can go home."
James and Matthew's mouths dropped.
Frank growled, "Move. Both of you aren't wanted here. James, you talk too much. That is going to get us into trouble someday. Matthew, you are total suck up. I hate people like you."
Both of them left sullenly.
Frank ordered, "Henry, from now on, you are a KillSkies member. Welcome. You may leave now and wait till I give you a job."
"Okay."
Will inquired, "Frank, wasn't that a bit harsh on those two people?"
Frank sighed, "Will, KillSkies is not an orphanage or homeless shelter. I can't accept anyone who comes in to apply. I only accept the best. Don't forget. Your father's advisor betrayed him and he was a sycophant."
Will nodded.
