Angel's Devils

Chapter 12

The Five men sat around the large, expensive Indian Laurel wooden table. The all sat in an imperial like style. All had their hands either held together in front of them. Or one hand leans against the tip of their mouth, as if they were thinking. They were all in their mid-forties and fifties. None of them young enough to lead an army on a battle field, they all had gray hairs or entirely white except for one, who looked like he was in his thirties. The Heads looked like intelligent and rich men. The eldest, wore a large ring with a bulky green diamond on his right pinky. Another ring with a sapphire gemstone was worn on his right thumb. His right hand was on his chin, his index tapping the side of his mouth.

The youngest man started turning his own ring on his pinky. It was the exact same style of the ring the eldest wore on his thumb, except his was Dark Ocean blue. Then he spoke, “We have to tell the public, they want to know.”

“If we do,” The eldest spoke slowly, “Then they will question his survival. We don’t want anyone to know the substances we use.” He moved away from his mouth and he laid it flat on the table.

One of the other men with greying hair spoke in a deep voice, “They will start using researchers to find out how the boy survived. Our testing will be revealed. Do you want that, Charles?”

The youngest one looked at him, “Of course not! However, we need to tell the public something. If we tell him he has died we would be responsible of funding his family. Do you want that, William?” His eyes glared at the man with the greying hair.

William sat up sharply; his ring on his pinky had a black gemstone. He looked over at the eldest man, “What should we tell the public then?”

The eldest moved his hand across the space in front of him in a wiping motion, “We will tell them the boy has survived, barely.  We almost lost him but he was strong enough to pull through.”

‘Will they believe that?” Charles asked. His blue eyes searching his surroundings, “What do you think Kevin?”

Another man in his forties looked at him and smiled, “I don’t mind. The public will believe anything. Why don’t you ask Evelyn for the final answer?” His ring had a ruby gemstone. His hair was very thin and short. He had small grey goatee and his eyebrows were think and arched up. As for his eyes, they were grey and cold.

“Yes,” The fifth man spoke, he was bald but the wrinkles in his face revealed his age. His ring had a clear gemstone. It looked like it had wisps of fog in it. “The final answer is for Evelyn.”

“Call her in,” The eldest spoke.

Charles stood up from his chair, “I will fetch her.” He disappeared from the very well decorated room. Then the eldest sat up and said, “He is holding us behind.”

“I have said before he took this position that we needed a man older than he is,” Kevin spoke.

“You think it’s about age then?” The eldest spoke giving him a small smile.

“Of course I do,” Kevin spoke, “What else is the reason?” He raised a hand and stroked his goatee, “If I have the chance I would get rid of him now.”

Charles reappeared from the large dark wooden door. He stepped aside and let in a tall woman. She was stunningly beautiful; she had dark brown hair that was braided up into a bun. Her eyes were large and dark. As for her lips, they were painted red and full. Her skin was lightly tanned, and her finger nails were painted red. She had a mocking and powerful gaze, and when she entered the room she looked at the five men as if they were nothing but small peasants. Then she spoke in a strong voice, “I hope you have a good reason for summoning me here.”