“This is what you're going to do for me, Scar. I cannot watch insults hurled at me from a distance, when I know well that those insults cannot be said to be personally. Brown Darius knows quite a lot, and I think his elimination is imminent.” Scar stared at her, surprised. He had a cigarette in one hand, and she had decided to meet him at the park in the center of the city. The park was filled with kids and parents who watched over them, most of them flying kites as the weather permitted it. Some of them were throwing freebies, and Karen Shapiro found herself sighing. It was a weak child's sport, and she knew her children weren't going to play such. That was if she had children. The park was the perfect place for meetings. There was no suspicion in a place filled with children and watchful mothers and fathers. They were basking in the innocence of the environment, and it suited Karen Shapiro just fine. It masked her true identity, and even that of Scar which was probably a po

When Karen Shapiro saw the four able bodied men at the airport, searching for her, she almost exclaimed for joy. They looked perfect for the job. Rushing forward, she helped them carry their duffle bags, instantly introducing herself. The man in a cap, the biggest of the four men, smiled at her pleasantly. From the bulge in his pocket, she could tell there was a gun in there. It was all very pleasing to the eye. She liked it. She liked them. They were perfect for the job, and that was the most important thing of all. They were perfect for her revenge match against Mark Darius. She ushered them into her car, smiling all through. They got in, remaining silent. From their looks, she could tell that they were all hard, strong men. She could tell that they knew how to do their jobs pretty well, and they were not here to mince words. “I'm Karen Shapiro, as I mentioned at the airport, and again, I thank you for your services. I told my friend, Jamil, to help me do the proceedings o

Karen Shapiro was as beautiful as she had been the last time he had seen her. Her hair was neatly and recently made, and he could see that she had spent quite the time on her makeup. The makeup was perfect, suiting her perfectly and capturing the important angles of her face. He smiled at her, cradling her hands and saying the very words that she wished to hear. “You look very beautiful, Karen.” He looked at her, watching her blush once again. It made him wonder as usual if his words had the effect on her, or she was pretending as she usually did. He didn't know which, but he didn't care to know at that moment. He didn't care to know anything at all. All he wanted was to make sure that he seeped as much information as he could gather from her. All he wanted was to be successful in the ongoing war between the both of them. In the ongoing silent war that was taking place not only in her heads, but in their houses, in the physical as well. “As do you, Mark. I love when you wea

Makachev's funeral was conducted in a small church that he loved to attend on Sundays. Even after his dead body had been wheeled in a coffin, the shock of the members and the people that knew him very well were dumbfounded. A few of them that had spoken to him during the week couldn't believe their eyes as well. It was actually true. Makachev, the great soldier and great warrior was dead. Mark Darius sighed, wiping off the tears that rolled down his cheeks and stopped just short of his beard. He had always chosen to believe that his men had been sent into his life as a blessing, but he seemed to be wrong. He was probably a curse, and he slipped his hands into the pockets of his trousers, totally avoiding the face of the dead man in the coffin. The face had haunted him for days and days on end, and while he was sad that his guard and friend was gone, he was even more disappointed to know that he couldn't do a single thing. That he didn't in fact, know what to do. It made hi

The chairman in charge of the seaport was a woman. And not just any woman, Mark Darius seemed to notice, a beautiful, freckled woman with a stunning hourglass figure and curly jet black hair. Her eyes were enrapturing, green pools that seemed to cast a spell on him, a spell that left him tongue tied and lost for words as he stood in her air conditioned office. “Mr Darius?” He nodded, adjusting uneasily, noting that she seemed to study him, staring at him and for a moment, he thought he saw her checking him out. Trying to regain the composure that he had lost a few minutes ago, he ran a hand through his hair, then gave her a smile that said he didn't even know what he was doing, that he wasn't sure of what he was doing in any way. “Yes, that's me.” Nodding, she went back to her desktop, leaving him to his thoughts. For a while, Mark Darius found out that he had forgotten about Makachev's death, his guard, Sergei, who was waiting for him in the car, and all the problems that ha