My Kidnapper's Mistake

Chapter 8: Personal Gain

The Boss's P.O.V.

I sat at the booth in the corner of Pearl's Diner. I had already ordered two club sandwiches and was enjoying a nice cup of black coffee. The boy was late, not that I had expected anything less. He had always been a disappointment. I had wished to see him as a team leader until I died and he would have to take over my job, but alas his attempts had been disastrous, even as a team member. But I had no other option this time, that big brute Dexter was getting more evasive every time he had to report back. After his team had been killed he had never again been loyal to another group until now. I don't understand why, there was hardly anything special about this bunch. Except maybe that not one of them had a traitorous bone in their body. It sickened me, they were operating like a group of friends, unlike the other teams they looked out for each other. That could prove to be troublesome, the Orginization could always spare a man. This was not the military, that no man left behind rule didn't work in our business, there were always people willing to become part of the Orginization. We even had a number of people from law enforcement as high up as the Social Security working for us.

A young man stepped into the diner. His black comb over slicked back. Even from where I was sitting I could see his arrogance as he smiled and winked at the waitress. There was nothing special about his appearance, he had dull blue eyes and his build wasn't particularly muscular so it wasn't surprising when the waitress gave him a look of disbelieve instead of a flirty one. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on me. Finally! Ten minutes late, a new record. He'd have a hard time beating it.

"Hello daddy dearest." The boy draped himself over the chair opposite me.
"You're late." I met his eyes and he immediately straightened out.
Our food came and he looked at the sandwich and fries in disgust as I started eating.
"You know I'm working on my physique." He scrunched up his nose and pushed the plate in my direction.
"One plate of actual food won't damage your figure. Now eat!" I pushed the plate back with a bit too much force. The plate almost fell off the other end of the table. This boy knew just how to push my buttons.
"So why am I here. Last I checked our next father son outing isn't until next month." He asked stuffing his face, showing just how hungry he was.
"I put you on another team..." I didn't get time to explain further.
"No. Last time ended in disaster. I thought we established that I'm a lone wolf."
"Can I finish!" I snapped. The boy flinched at my sharp tone and went silent.
"Now as I was saying. I need help. One of my informants is getting evasive. You will join them and please try not to drew up this time." I continued calmly.
"And what makes you think that anything will be different this time." He cocked an eyebrow, silently mocking me.
"Probably the fact that they will rather kill you than let you leave the group."
He looked at me in shock. I might despise him but never had I ever deliberately put him in a dangerous situation.
"You're bluffing, if the Orginization had wanted me dead they'd have you shoot me yourself not the pawns." He relaxed again.
"This team won't let you leave alive. Son this is your last chance." I pushed my plate away from myself.
"Why would they shoot me? Why not wait for you to act on the Orginizations orders?" I could hear the concern lacing his voice.
"I have my suspicions but that is all they are."
The fact was that the only reason for Dexter to become evasive was if the entire team was hiding something. Something they didn't want the Orginization to know and that wasn't good. If a team started to hide a mutual secret from the Orginization, they tended to act in the best interest of the members and not the Orginization.
"Why me?" He had forgotten all about his meal.
"Because." My voice was clipped signalling the end of his questions, "Meet me here tomorrow afternoon at six."
He didn't answer, only nodded. I got up, tossed a few notes on the table and left my son alone in the diner.

That boy better not screw up this time. This was my last hope, I won't be around for long. I was getting old and there was a strict policy that stated that if you know about the Orginization but didn't work for them or you're not doing something worth their while then you're a dead man.