Silly Samuel Blake

Chapter 13

"Morgan, Morgan, Morgan. I'm sure you were well behaved while I was away," Wiley mockingly smiles at Morgan, " I'm sure you enjoyed the show too."

"Murderer! Wiley, any chance you had of being a reformed man, it just got... no you just washed it down the drain. You're going to jail Wiley, one way or another the long arm of the law outa grab your sorry ass."

"Bravo! Quite a speech you just gave, I bet it took all your intellectual might. Well the arm of the law has gotten rather short, my friend. You see I took it upon myself to chop it short, call it law-culling if you will, or arm-chopping, whichever you prefer. That's right, I own half the station as we speak."

"Yey for you, Wiley, if those coffee-sipping morons down the station can't nail your ass, then I will." Morgan gives him a murderous look.

"Pity you're the one who's rather nailed at the moment. The air is pregnant, Morgan, pregnant with murder. Yours will be last, because I want to enjoy it, Morgan, I want to bask in the moment. Now, next on the list, is a man who's been living a rather quiet life,a boring one too. Does the name Jason Martel ring any bells, Morgan?"

"You wouldn't d..."

"Oh I would, Morgan. No, I will dare murder Jason Martel, and I will enjoy it. Don't worry old friend, I won't leave you out. Once more it will be broadcasted on the gigantic screen in front of you."

"You sick..."

"Oh I'm sick, Morgan, sick of you, sick of the agency, sick of life, Morgan. I will die quite soon, but I'm taking all of you assholes with me, every single one of you."

Sam dramatically clutches his stomach as it makes rumbling sounds.
"Uhm, do you guys have like, food perhaps?" he asks, "I'm starving. You know, I heard from somewhere that, when hostages die from starvation, they come back to haunt their kidnappers. Legend has it that they feast upon the...."

"Shut up! I swear upon my ex-girlfriend's grave, one more word out of you, and I shall have my current girlfriend sort you out."

"Current girlfriend?" Claire Martins interjects, appearing almost out of nowhere, "ha! So that's all I am to you, a current girlfriend. What happens to the current one when the next one arrives. I bet it's the same thing that happened to the previous one. Did you dispose of her, Wiley?"

Wiley is dumbfounded. Him and Claire never fight. They seem to agree on almost everything. The situation is alien to him. A sudden realisation makes him smile.

"My God! Honey! This is our first fight as a couple. How cute, don't you think so, Morgan?"

Morgan faces him, a permanent scowl upon his face.

"Oh my God it's our first fight!" he excitedly squeals, a sparkle of delight upon his eyes, " if things continue like this, who knows, we might have our first make-out session."

They then head out the room, hand in hand.

"Hey, you, come over here" one of the henchmen, whom Wiley has ranked higher than all others for some reason, calls Maverick.

"Hey! I'm talking to...."

"Maverick," Sam cuts him off, "his name's Maverick. Please call him Maverick."

"What's it to you what I call him?" the man furiously barks at Sam.

Maverick beams with inexplicable joy.  For the first time in his worthless life, someone has stood up for him. He takes a long look at Sam. Perhaps the boy is not so bad after all. Perhaps he thinks of him as a person rather than a tool.