Vixen

Secrets Revealed

Chapter: Six

Location: Chicago, The König Estate

It was late at night under the typical Chicago smog. The moon was a faint beam of mist like a dulling flashlight. It did little to help us see but it allowed us to go unnoticed for the moment.

Clarke's vest was strapped tightly to his chest protecting his vital organs while his undershirt seemed misplaced. It was a white button up, his typical attire, to match the comical accompaniment of slacks and dress shoes. He hadn't had the opportunity to dress more appropriately as I had.

There was no doubt in my mind he was longing for sturdy boots like my own and a pair of armored pants. My favorite feature of the more combat friendly design was the metallic knee coverings. One bash to the face with these bad boys and no one was getting up from the receiving end.

"Weapons check?" Clarke's brow glistened with a faint sweat.

"We've checked five times already. All we can do is wait for Fox at this point." By the way his thumb flicked the safety on and off the gun it was clear he was nervous: and rightfully so.

König's reputation preceded him. He was known for his ruthless climb to the top. His family had once owned a prime real estate agency, but they had crossed the former leader of the German mafia here in Chicago.

König's parents were forced into bankruptcy by competitors connected to the mafia and later killed for treason. König was taken as a trophy, and as arrogant as the German leader was, he never expected König to turn.

It had been covered in the news quite intensely. There was a series of violent skirmishes as the two men fought to dominate territory. The government was clueless to the real cause and claimed it was a drug deal gone wrong. They had no idea an empire was nearly toppled.

König, in the end, came out on top. Rather than kill his biggest enemy he spared him to live with the humiliation of defeat. At the time König was the youngest person to overturn a monopoly so strong. He eagerly claimed the western territory while the others were left with a small eastern portion. A strong long-lasting feud was born and the worst crimes were often connected to unfortunate encounters of eastern and western Germans.

From there König had rebuilt the mafia's system from the inside out, exterminated anyone that had the hint of defecting or betraying him. Once his estate was secured he drifted away from reckless violence, but the man didn't hesitate to pull a trigger when no other option seemed effective. That much everyone knew.

The soft thrum of an engine brought me away from my thoughts. A faint beam of light indicated Fox's arrival. A sleek black motorcycle eased to a stop nearly invisible in the darkness.

"It's about time, Lena, any later and-"

"I know," she hissed at Clarke before sliding off the bike, "and don't call me Lena. Not here anyways."

"Right. Sorry," Clarke nodded tucking his gun away.

"Relay the plan so we're all on the same page. Then we go." Clarke nodded to me in agreement.

He swallowed tightly and with a voice no louder than a rustle of leaves set forth the ground work of our mission.

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The König estate was scarier in the dark. During the day it's fortress like appeal seemed to be something out of a fairy tale but here it was menacing. Though you couldn't see them watchmen rested on the high walls. If you were to shine a flashlight at the wall tops glistening lenses would reflect from goggles and scopes of rifles.