The Sinister Minister

Sitting at his desk smoking a Cuban cigar with his feet prompt up on his desk. Puffing out the smoke.He sighs deeply as his troubles finally vanish. Suddenly, a knock at his door occurs. He puts out the cigar in his ashtray. Waving away the thick smoke that's in his office. Coughing a little bit in the process. He straightens his crimson red tie a bit as well as the collar on his light black dress shirt. He then slicks his slightly gray hair before acknowledging the person at the door.

 

"It's open damn it. Just come in."

 

The brown door creeps open, a little brunette beauty pops her head in for a second. With a nervous look on her face, she steps in with a folder in her arms. After clearing her throat, she finds the courage to speak. "Umm, sir I'm afraid I-I have s-some bad news."

 

The man at the desk grunts in irritation, just from the sound of her tone he can tell he won't like the sound of this. He sits up straight in his chair and focuses back on the nerved wrecked woman that stands before him. He does his best to remain calm before speaking. "Alright, what is it?"

 

The young lady walks up to his desk and then stops just short of it. She places the folder on his desk and then says "I'm simply told to hand you this and that what's in the folder isn't good news." The man simply snatches the folder to see what the lovely young gal is talking about.

 

He finds that one of his best known operatives has be killed trying to eliminate the most obnoxious target his agency has been trying to take out for months now. His blood suddenly boils from seeing a picture of the operative's brain matter all over the pavement. He crumbles up the picture and tosses it into his trash can filled with burger wrappers and a take out styrofoam box of unfinished salad.

 

"GOD DAMN IT!!"

 

He reaches for his phone on his desk and swiftly dials up the numbers on the number pad, he stands up, pacing back and forth with steam spurting out of his ears, his face red with an ungodly rage. He wants this son of a bitch dead already. Finally the person on the other line picks up. "Hello Devil Dave, what can I do for you?"

 

"You wanna tell me how the target is still breathing?!"

 

"Sir, the target saw us coming from a mile away, someone is leaking information."

 

"Oh that's just FUCKING great. I need this fucker dead now! And when he is dead, send me his head as proof damn it!"

 

"But all our other operatives are occupied with other assignments. We also don't have anyone who can handle this guy, he's too sly, too clever. He's 3 moves ahead sir at every corner and angle."

 

It was time to pull out the trump card. Usually whenever such a task is difficult there was a man for such a job, every time he delivered results that far surpass expectation of the execution. It was his time to shine.

 

"You forgot one person though..."

 

"Who?"

 

"Get me the Sinister Minister! Give him the assignment! The next thing I see delivered to my desk had better be the target's head!"

 

He slams the phone down in anger. The young lady jumps in shock from the sudden movement. The man breathes calmly before acknowledging her. With a half-as smile on his face, he chuckles.

 

"Heh heh, sorry you had the see that. Run along now."

 

"R-right away sir..."

 

(WIP)