The Diamond Spy

Ch.49 Origins

Origins

I drive PRINCE33 around FC to deliver the last of twenty or more so kids back off home, where they had been abducted from their beds at night. Some were bright eyed and happy to return home, others were so traumatised they could hardly even look at me, probably because they were not going to believe they'd be taken home until I delivered them to safety and not some other place they could be abused.

Each drive had been harder than the last, yet easier at the same time. I couldn't believe Desmond King had been involved in all this, after seeing all their faces, I was glad Desmond was dead now. I finally park the car in front of the address provided and the kid goes bolting out the door to his home, I sit in the car for a second longer while I can't get a particular image out of my mind.

When the lift opened at the top level of the Black Lair Clubhouse I saw fifty kids huddled in booths, some talkative but most so solemn. Most under the age of 10. It was like they had all been to war and survived and now they were suffering the shocks and the after affects. Plenty of the bruises I saw made me want to go on a murdering spree like Serge - killing any who'd ever lay a wrong hand on a young life.

It didn't resonate or make sense with any part of me. I didn't understand why kids, kids would be targets of anyone; except psychos. Psychos that needed to die.

I now jump out of the lamborghini and stand back from the steps as the door opens and two sunken eyed young parents look out in a daze. When they look down, they must think they're dreaming. Their kid rushes at the father and wraps his arms around him, while the mother has to grab the door frame before she falls off her feet with the shock.

"Gabe!" she gasps as the father cries out with joy and lifts him up high.

I walk forward after their initial reaction passes and I gently explain what happened. After I've given them the necessary details, they thank me and I leave to allow them their privacy to reunite further.

I wipe away tears for the twentieth time and again, I end up managing to find a reason to laugh while staring at the graffitied dick on PRINCE33, or as we all agreed officially, 'BPSQFC' by the lovely poet, Strawberry. The blue balls and crown on the head of the dick make me laugh as I hop back in and start heading back to the Black Lair.

After spending at least four hours driving and delivering kids back home, I can finally park in the garage and return to my Brownie Squad, Viola, Casey and the Gang of Shadows... and hopefully Inertia. To be completely honest, I had no idea how far STRIKE would take potential threats to their 'whore'. I was a little scared they might have 'disposed' of him by now... but, I was trying to give them the benefit of the doubt.

They recruited people all the time to be loyal to them in and around Frankincense City and Daniel was from a background of other gangs. His knowledge could be useful if we ever needed it. I found it fascinating that a group of mutants were trying to copy STRIKE; Vipers, or that the Silver Swans were interested in mastering their abilities. And last but not least, I can't deny Daniel's attempt at creating Triple D, was both amusing because of the title... maybe I was just turning into a legitimate horny whore, damn STRIKE and their cocks!... but, his creation really was amusing because of the title, and intriguing.

Daniel clearly wanted to do good, so if he wasn't a traitorous character, perhaps we'd gain an asset into our team.

I think all this as I arrive back, park and then head up to the Black Lair Clubhouse; which was now closed for business until we sorted out a place for the kids to live.

When the lift from the garage slows and opens at the clubhouse level, I step out and avoid the second lift down into the bunker and then I turn to see how everyone is faring.