Chapter 21

1. 07 P.M.

THE MALIBU BOSS'S OFFICE.

"A deal's a deal, my friend." The General said, ending the call. He sat on his electric wheelchair, in front of one of the numerous plasma TV's that lined the wall, a Cuban cigar in his hand.

He felt an overwhelming sense of power wash over him as he monitored all the missions, deals and finances of the Malibu. He doesn't touch; he just watches and controls.

For many years, till his rise in the underworld, he had tried as much as possible to distance himself from direct involvement with any of his numerous clients' requests. Normally he just did what he was paid to do and that was all. Tonight's event is his mission since his foray into Islamism and would etch his name in the sands of time. The world would know him for who he truly was. Revenge has a metallic sweetness and he could taste it on the tip of his tongue.

Someone knocks on the office door. The door opens and Marvin steps into the massive control room.