Chapter 22 Tsunami

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I needed to end this and I needed to end it sooner rather than later. I just need to figure out a way to cut this snakes head off. Viktor proved to be a formidable adversary. The cat and mouse game he was playing was executed to perfection. Although, I'm a excellent chess player, he was proving to be an even greater opponent. I hadn't gotten close to him not once, he was always two steps ahead of me. The closest I'd come to catching him was a couple of weeks ago when I received a tip from an old acquaintance. This acquaintance that goes by the name "The Revenant" works for uncle Marco. He got his alias from the ability to move without being seen or heard. He even faked his own death and that is really the reason for the name. He is the most skilled at what he does and he is very thorough. 

But, like I said Viktor was two steps ahead of me so when my men made it to the location it was almost an ambush.  It was as if he was tipped off.  He wasn't even at the location.  Instead it was a conference call that the other families were having with him.  I lost three men that day and we didn't even get close to the son of a bitch.  This meant I would have to think smarter, better yet, think like a man with nothing to lose.  This has gone on five months to long and my love would be having our child in a few more months.  I wanted to make it to her in one piece but if not I wanted them to live life free with no worries.  I haven't had any contact with her directly.  I most certainly do not want to leave a paper trail, so I had to go through a network of people speaking in code just to make sure she and the baby where fine.  

I remember the day I got a letter letting me know that she was in fact pregnant.  I was so overjoyed with emotions that I vowed to myself and to my unborn child that I would be there physically.  Although, Storm was highly upset cause she felt I did this without any consideration to her or our child's feelings.  I just didn't want to sell her false hopes and dreams.  For me to return to my family I had come up with a plan that would rival that of the Spartans, Genghis Khan, and Alexander the Great.  It will cost a some lives but it is necessary.  This is the art of war.

First plan of action is to put doubt in their minds.  From adultery to murder within their organization, I'll utilized any and everything so that they would take themselves out.  Some wars didn't call for guns but instead all whole lot of intellect.  We would infiltrate them without them even knowing.  We would turn bosses against underbosses, wife against husband, and brother against brother and so on.

A few days have passed and I have finally come up with a plan that will most likely work if everyone plays their role precisely. I called a meeting with my most trusted men. As the men entered I took the time to observe each of them paying close attention to the way they carried themselves. Soon as everyone was seated and had a beverage place in front of them the meeting began.

"Now as you all know we are at war but this war ends within a month. I am entrusting each of you and a group of men assigned to to get all task done so we can get back to our families. I know you guys are tired and if my plans goes as planned we will all be able to vacation. I have the confidence that you great men will be able to pull all this off. Now if you all would take a moment to look inside of the Manila folder placed in front of you. Inside you will find the names of people who will be assisting you on you assignments. There will be women involved this time as we will need them in certain situations. We are going to get into the minds of our foes and bring them to their knees.  Any questions?"

"And if all fail then what?"  One of my men named Danny boy asked.

"Then we kill them all.  We will show no mercy." Was my reply.  Anyone else?"

"How soon do we put this plan into action?"  Jax asked. 

"Immediately."  Now if their isn't anymore questions then let's began to conquer and destroy."

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