Storm (interracial)

Poseidon

Something didn't feel right. The air was different. It felt wintry and off. It was the end of summer but there was a chill that didn't set right with me. Maybe it had to be the cryptic way that Storm ended that phone call or perhaps it is just me overreacting. Perhaps.

Throwing the covers off of my body, I stretch and began what was to be the beginning of my mission. I check under my pillow to make sure my gun is still there and off safety. If anything I'm no fool when you have a feeling, you always trust your gut. From there I go into the closet and pick out one of the outfits that I put together and lay it on the bed. Next, I walk back to the bed and call down for room service and order something to eat and coffee. Then, I make my way to the shower. While washing myself I think back to Storm and I's conversation over the phone. Something about her tone and her wording has me on edge. If there is one thing that I know is that if you fuck me once the trust will never be the same. I can feel it, although I fought that very feeling all night and it is more prevalent now than it was before.

Getting out of the shower I dry myself off and wrap the towel around my waist.  After taking care of everything else I venture back into the room to retrieve my cellphone.  I place the call that I should've made last night once I got this eerie feeling that has been plaguing the shit out of me.  Never one to ponder to deeply on one subject I try my best to center my focus on this phone call. Dialing the number I wait for someone to answer.  It doesn't take long however with my anxiety rising it seems as if it's forever. 

"Adrian, how are you old friend?" The elderly male says into the phone.

"I'm well and yourself?"

"I'm still hanging with you young bucks so I guess that makes me blessed.

"Blessed indeed you are."  Excuse me for skipping the pleasantries but I need that intel on the Chinese."  I tell him before he can get to comfortable engaging in a conversation. Let's just say the man can talk the news out of business.  He is quite the chatter box, however he is your man if you need info on anyone.  He is as thorough as they come.  "Thanks again for getting all this together for me in such short notice."

"Its no problem at all and considering what you are paying I would drop my wife and children for that kind of dough."  He said releasing a hearty laugh afterwards.  "Everything you need has been sent via the dummy email account I setup for you.  You will need to read within the next three hours before it disappears.  You know read and burn more or less.  We would hate to leave a paper trail for anyone."

"If no one has ever told you are the best, well now someone has old friend."

"You're welcome and a old man like me who had been in this life for over 40 years loves any kind of flattery he can get.  It makes me feel useful.  Is there anything else that you need.  You know I don't have anything better else to do.  Its nice to feel needed, you know."

"Indeed I do understand and I will let you know so standby.  Oh, and before I let you go if anything happens to me, I don't know why I feel this way but have my father look into Storm.  I've been getting a weird vibe from her."

"Say no more, I'm on it."

"Thank You."  I'll talk with you later."

"Be careful out there son."

"I will." And with that I hung up the phone as a there is a knock on the door.  I walk to the door and ask who it is.  The person on the other side informs that they are room service.  Going back and retrieving my gun, I tuck it in the back of my pants.  Heading back towards the door I open to be met with the attendant.  I open the door wide enough for him to roll the cart in. After inspecting the food and determining that everything is fine, I tell him to taste everything that is on the plate.  I'm no fool I trust no one especially while I'm still not at ease with this gut feeling I've been having.  He complies and afterwards he takes his leave.  I eat and finish getting dress to find my guards waiting patiently at the door when I open it.  Since we're back in the states I figured I'd check in on my friends who I gave most of my operations to, the Mexicans.  The relationship between us was pretty good considering where we started.  We decided to meet up at a quaint Italian restaurant about 15 miles from here.  It doesn't take to long before we arrive at the establishment.  Walking in, I inform the hostess what party we are with.  Moments later a waitress strolls up to us to escort us to the others.  Approaching the table all the members of the cartel stand greeting us.  After all the greetings we take our seats.