I Spy, a Lie

Part Eleven

3 Weeks Ago, Rolanz, Central Command

            “Sir, I didn’t know what to do with her,” Marlin said with a tint of fear in his voice. General Dawson was diligently working on a file, while casually chewing his lunch.

            He looked up, swallowed his mouthful of ham and said, “Set her down on that chair, and bring up a mop when were done here. That will be all.” With a small gesture Marlin left. General Dawson stared at Viola. Sweat was beading on her forehead. “Would you like a bite,” General Dawson gestured towards his half eaten ham sandwich.

            “No, I don’t want to eat a meal that has touched your veil lips,” Viola spat out the last word.

            General Dawson laughed loudly as he reached into his drawer. Would this be it, is this her last breath? He pulled out a vial of some type, it was a clear liquid. Almost like water.

            “Here,” he got up and strode toward her. A gentle smile was plastered on his face, but his eyes showed the soul of a corrupted man. Dawson’s gaze pierced her own; she wanted to squirm into a corner under the intense feeling. “Reporters like you are so devoted to your work. Finding the truth, and making things a pain for everyone else, it’s all you’re good for. You got into too deep this time Viola.”

            “How did you even find out about me?” She asked keeping her face calm and collected.

            He gave her a gentle, squinty eyed smile. “Let’s just say a little Nami birdie told me a few things.”

            Viola hated how her name sounded coming from him. She backed away, and he followed. “Is gold really worth the lives of thousands of people, some of them your own men? You’re destroying a whole country.” She said hitting the wall. She swallowed, looking his dead in the eye still.

            General Dawson started to open the vial, with a smirk on his face. “It’s all worth it in the end. A couple thousand lives that is, nothing. To me, the world is over-populated, people deserve to die. Just like you….” General Dawson reached in to his pocket and pulled out something small. Before Viola could say anything more, he shot her square between the eyes.

            Marlin entered. “General, I got the mop you needed.”

            “Just in time Marlin, now clean up. I want this place in ship shape. I have big plans for the future! Big plans…” General Dawson carried out his last words as he left the room, drinking the vial with a smirk on his face.