Black Widow
©Tobi
Episode 5 & 6
Shelby l@yon the couch holding her phone. She just got rid of all his pictures on her phone. All the stupid pictures that have been holding her down all this time. She had been so stupid. She could have gone out with Joe, or with Pierre, that cute French boy who got her a Prada on her last birthday or even Anthony. They were all into her, but no, her childhood love was all she cared about and now, her childhood love has a new girlfriend and worse, he seemed not to even like her anymore
. Stupid…stupider, stupidest.
The door to her left opened, it was her father’s study room and several men c@m£ out of there. She frowned. She could count seven and they were all suited up, all looked older, just like her father. They have been in that room for up to four hours. She couldn’t remember the last time they had guests, let alone nine to ten of them-yea she counted them as they walked out of the living room, ba-rely noticing her and all were quiet.
So creepy! She thought! Must they all wear black suits, and what was that “W” sign tagged to their che-st? She shook her head and watched as the last one of them walked out of the room followed by her dad.
“Hi baby.”
She was surprised her father could see her, that means the rest of them must have seen her too, they just chose to ignore her, well, it was better like that. She wasn’t going to have a nightmare afterall. She realized her father was wearing a blue suit and there was no ‘W’.
“Dad, who were those creepy men and why do they all have ‘W’?”
Her father smiled and c@m£ closer to her side, k!ss!ngher on the forehead
. “Nothing to worry about, just business as-sociates. So you got back from your friend so early? Is everything okay?”
She was at first quiet. Nana had always been her confidante and for some reason she sometimes got scared of her father. But since she got back, he had been really nice to her.
“Well, I didn’t want to ruin the fun he was having with his girlfriend.” She replied, hoping her father would tell her the details.
He sat down beside her. “Oh…yea, they work together actually and she has been a good as-set to our company. Is there a problem?”
Okay, so not only did Fabian like her, even her father thinks she is a good as-set. Who is she anyways?
She sighed. She could feel a surge of jealousy coming up somewhere de-ep down within her.
“So, is she like his as-sistant or…”
“No, they are p@rtners. But Fabian is more like my right hand man, he calls the sh0ts.”
She raised a brow. “Oh..ok. p@rtners.” She scoffed. “ No wonder they were able to get along so fast. They get to share everything.” She said quietly to herself.
“So, do you think you can work with her or is it going to be a problem?”
She was surprised at this question. “Work with her, dad, I don’t un-derstand.”
“I mean, you know I’ve been thinking of bringing you in to the family business and being my daughter, you get a higher….”
“Okay, so I get to be her boss?” She asked excitedly.
“Well…” Her father started with a smile, pu-lling her closer.
. “Once you prove to be quite capable, you get to be her boss.”
That made her smile. She never liked her anyways and she could tell they were not going to be friends either, but it will be easier for her to throw her around when she is the boss…but , the boss of what exactly?
“Dad, you know I never know your job and if I don’t un-derstand it, how can I be capable of ma-king things work?”
Her father smiled. “Don’t worry, once Fabian is back, he will tell you everything.”
“But, Dad, you can tell me, can’t you?”
“No, he is in charge of everything that has to do with hiring. Now, I have to go excuse myself, I have some calls to make.”
Shelby watched as her father k!$$£d her on the cheek and then left for his office. She took a de-ep breath. This whole job thing was getting her excited. She was going to do everything to make sure that lady doesn’t make things comfortable for her….she would make her father proud and make Fabian sweat…it was going to be the perfect job and she couldn’t wait to hear all about it. putting down her phone, she sp©tted a tag card on the settee, inform of a ‘W.’ As she stared at it, she could see the tiny ‘black’ that was written at the bo-ttomof the third stro-ke out of the three that forms the ‘W.’ It was her father’s, it must have dropped from his pocket. Out of curiosity, she bent forward to pick it up. Turning it to the back, she realized there was a barcode…if she could get the necessary application, she could scan it and find out what this whole thing means, she would have to do this on time before her father would discover it was missing.
Episode 6
He climbe-d out of the car and walked along the beautiful road of Paris. The roads in the city seemed to have been built in the days of wealth and grandeur. They were quite wi-de enough for several lanes of cars in each direction. They were flat and glossy black with no pot holes. They were not filled with the street vendors, the drug pushers and the customers who haggle over every last dime.
He checked himself in the glas-sy-door of a clothing sto-re beside the road. He looked like a banker, the exact image he was trying to create-black suits and a wine-colored tie, plus a wedding ring on his fourth f!nger to portray he was married-bankers usually believe all married men are responsible, well, supposed to be responsible
. His fake moustache was well sharpened and brushed out, concealing the curve of hisl-ips and giving him a forty and above look.
His target was Michael Johnson who was currently living un-der the name of Daniel Douglas. He was a former Black Widow who ran away on his first Red Test when he was asked to kill his father. The Red Test was like a final exam when you are being recruited, you would nee-d to do something so formidable, once you are capable of doing it, you will finally become an agent but if you fail-well, let’s just say you must not fail. How he had been recruited or why he was chos£n was unknown to Fabian.
They were recruited together and were best of friends. They always had each other’s back and even though he, Fabian had pas-sed painfully, Michael had failed, instead he let his father escape but the father was later found and later killed by one of them. From then, Michael had been on the run until he was just found.
Anyways, he crossed to the side of the road and stood in front of the Latin Quarter Bank, one of the biggest banks in the country. Before he got inside, he pressed the side of his wristwatch to activate his GPRS. Every mission like this must be done as if it would be the last, anything could happen and one way to not be stupid was for the team to know where he died, even if they cannot find him alive, they could find his corpse.
Taking a de-ep breath, he walked into the bank.
The atmosphere in the bank was noiselessly busy. It was a very large room with people all suited at their corners, picking calls, counting money and recording stuff. He sighted about four security c@m£ras alongside about ten security men standing at their posts and not looking friendly at all.
He would still nee-d to be scanned before he went further inside. A security man approached him with a scanner in his hand. He first of all handed him his briefcase, which he opened and which was containing several fake do¢v-ments which the man wouldn’t know since he was looking for anything metallic.
Later the man scanned him from head to toe with a scanner, opened his suit as he brou-ght the scanner closer to scan his cloths, there was a beep sound and he flashed him his wristwatch.
“You have to drop the watch.” He said coldly.
“Fine by me, but I will love to take my ring, my wife died and wearing this ring makes me feel she is close to me.”
The man’s ha-rd ened face softened a little bit. “No problem.” He said with a smile. “Sorry about your wife, Mr…”
“Mr Jack. Thank you. Are you married?”
The man smiled, showing his teeth. “Yes, fifteen years.” He replied proudly. “We’ve got three daughters.”
“Wow! You must be really proud. Can I go ahead?”
“Certainly Mr Jack, have a good day sir.”
Fabian smiled to show his gratitude and proceeded with his briefcase, his ring and his wristwatch, he had pla-yed on the man’s emotion and had got him distracted from taking his wristwatch from him. That always worked all the time.
He worked directly to one of the men busy working on a computer.
“Evening..”
“Evening sir.”
“plea-se I seek Mr. Daniel Douglas.”
“Okay, plea-se hold on, what’s your name?”
“Mr. Jack. He is expecting me.”
The man picked up the telephone, spoke some words in French and then looked up.
“He is waiting for you, just go straight right into that room.”
He smiled and headed towards the room that he had been ordered. He hadn’t bothered to knock, he just opened the door and closed it quietly behind him.
“Hello Danny, or should I say Micky?”
The young man starred him in fright. He g@sped as he realized who he was.
“Don’t come any closer Fabian…” He shouted. Holding a gun at him, his hands were shaking and even as the room was freezing, he was sweating.
Fabian smiled. “Ain’t you going to offer me a seat or France hasn’t taught you any bit of courtesy?”
Michael was not convinced, he still held the gun at him. “Look, there are many security men around and there are c@m£ras in here watching everything that is happening….”
“Sh!! You still talk too much Micky. Have you forgotten all you were taught?” Fabian asked, flashing him his ring…the ring was wired with Titanium, so powerful and programmed to render any security c@m£ra useless. “ I’m sure all your security men are trying to find out what is wrong with the CCTV and they will be less concerned about their….what is your post again?”
Michael looked defeated and still held the gun. He was covered in sweat and then went on his knees.
“plea-se man. Why are you trying to kill me? He was my father and you eventually killed him at least one of you did. I am not a black widow, I don’t want to be one. I have not even told anyone about you guys, I swear I wouldn’t tell anyone anything. plea-se help me, save me buddy.”
Fabian sighed, stood up and moved to the refrigerator in the office.
“You are pleading and pointing a gun at me, you are still this stupid.” He brou-ght out two cans of beer and tossed him one.
“Sit, let’s talk and put away that goddamn gun!”
*****
Some minutes later, they were both laughing and drinking.
“You know when we were training for the mountain climb, you remember how peter farted?” Fabian asked, laughing.
“Oh yea…it was loud it to-re it trou-sers at the bottom..” He replied, throwing her head back and vibr@ting.
“So where is he now?” Michael later asked after they had both calmed down.
“Oh! Rotting away in the grave.” Fabian replied.
They were both quiet again.
“What about Shelby? Has she finally been recruited?”
Fabian was quite as his expressions changed. Michael was the only one that knew about his interest in Shelby and how close they were.
“Not yet.” He replied quietly.
“Are you still trying to prevent her from joining all this while?”
“I have to Michael, I nee-d to.”
“That was why you asked her to tell her father to take her to that school right?”
‘Yes, so that maybe she will forget about me and find a man and decide she doesn’t want to come home again but she is back.
. I don’t know what else to do.”
Michael smiled. “I have always been jealous of what the both of you shared. All those stories you told me about her…i never knew her and I just liked her.”
“Yea, she is a good person.”
‘Are you both in a relationsh!pnow or you are still acting like kids?”
“I can’t be with her Micky…”
“Why not?”
Fabian stood up, unable to control his emotions. His eyes were red alre-ady. “I have a secret that I am keeping away from her that if she knows, she will hate me forever and she might never forgive me. This is why I am trying to keep her away from Black Widow so that she will never find out and so that she won’t have to do something so grave like that.”
Micky frowned, “I doubt that. She loves you too much. What could you have possibly done?”
He swallowed and turned his back to him. “ You never asked me what my Red test was.”
Micky stood up. “Yea, I know you pas-sed….who did you kill Fabian….”
Fabian took a de-ep breath. “I ….killed Nana, our Nana.”