Chapter 24

It surprised me too, but it had to be done. It was convenient and unexpected. It would do the trick. I slipped out of the bathroom and back into the corridors, quite unsure of my next destination. a few steps in, and I found my way blocked by the person I didn't want to see. My dearest brother David. He was flanked by two well built men in undersized shirts and cargo pants. I rolled my eyes at him. The two of us stood there glaring at each other with hatred and disgust. I wanted to break him. I wanted to punish him and make him beg me for mercy. With his eyes still locked on me, he gave a signal and his bodyguards began closing in on me. I dropped both of them with a three finger jab to the throat each. Still, I refused to break my glare. "I'll find my own way". I walked past him, intentionally slamming my shoulder into his.

He grabbed my wrist, simply giving me the chance to hurt him, if just a little. I yanked my hand, bringing him closer and smashed my forehead into his skull. By the time I turned around, half a dozen guards had assembled, waiting to take me to my room. They parted unexpectedly to let me through. David must have signaled them. I stood in front of the door and thought. Why go through all the trouble to get the information and lock myself back up in the glorified and bejeweled prison cell I had been assigned. Low whistling brought me out of my thoughts. There was a janitor mopping behind me. I turned around to face him. " I'll give you a hundred bucks for your uniform". I offered. Just because I was in Ivanka Romanov's house, he pulled out a gun, pointed it at me and ordered me to get into the room.

Sadly for him, those weren't a part of my plans. I grabbed his wrist and twisted it a full 360 and pinned him against the wall. I put him in a chokehold and dragged him inside the room. I changed into his clothes quickly and a quick glance in the floor to ceiling mirror affirmed the credibility of my look. I locked the door, went back outside and grabbed the janitor's cart and continued my cleaning. I mopped the entire corridor and found my way into the elevator, headed for the ground floor. Sure enough, no one payed a shred of attention to me as I practically waltzed through, headed for the door. Suddenly the red lights began flashing once more, they had discovered my escape. It was too late though. I took my final step through the doors to freedom. Or that's what I thought.

It only hit me after I had gotten through the front door that I had an entire courtyard and a gate to overcome and get through and it definitely wasn't going to be a piece of cake. I noticed that beside he house, a large variety of cars were parked. I slipped through the various cars until I found what I was looking for. One of the chauffeurs was seated enjoying a cigarette. I didn't have to lay a finger on the poor guy. Seeing me alone startled him and made him choke on the smoke. "Huh" I muttered to myself. " Smoking does kill." I took his coat and hat. He had a car key on him. Thank God. After a few seconds, I figured out which car it was and I was in. I swallowed hard. Dozens of heavily armed guards had filled the compound searching for me. I wasn't going to get through as easily as I thought. There must have been some divine force working on my side that day because several cars suddenly appeared from the other side of the house, heading for the gate.

I sped out of my spot and joined the convoy which was undoubtedly on its way to capture me. I managed to worm myself into the middle to avoid any unnecessary attention. I made it out. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was probably the only person to be captured by Ivanka and manage to break free. One by one, each car broke out of the convoy and went in their own direction, eventually I was the only one left. I drove for a few miles before coming to a stop at a diner. They had a phone booth. Perfect. I entered the phone booth and quickly dialed my lucky numbers for the day. 90056778332. C.I.A agent emergency contact. Barely a minute later, I had been assured a safe extraction within fifteen minutes. I drove the car a few blocks away and left it in the parking lot of a tattoo shop with my chauffeurs uniform before walking back to the diner, making sure that I was keeping my head down the whole time.

I ordered some spare ribs with fries and a large vanilla milkshake. The food was good, but the taste of the food in Ivanka's house still lingered on my taste buds. I never knew how long fifteen minutes was until those fifteen minutes I was made to wait for extraction. days had turned into minutes and it was killing me. Fourteen day like minutes later, a biker pulled into the parking lot and sat in the booth beside me. I didn't pay much attention too him until he dropped a piece of paper on my table on his way to the bathroom. It said "cab". He was gone before I got the chance to even acknowledge his presence. I looked out the window and sure enough, a cab had parked beside the curb. I left the diner, fake hailed the cab and sat in. The driver made eye contact with me through via the mirror, nodded and we set off.

He dropped me off a couple of blocks away from H.Q and instructed me to go to the bathroom in the red lobster restaurant. I followed his instructions. I met a guy in there with a briefcase. He locked the door and unpacked too many things from the suitcase. He made me strip to my boxers and gave me a suit to wear. After, he styled my hair differently and gave me beard stubble and a moustache and some Ray Ban glasses. He handed me the briefcase and I was ready to go. His disguise made the other two I had put together earlier in the day look like trash. I looked like I was in my mid twenties and was on my way to a job interview. I walked out of the restaurant through the crowd and didn't turn a single head. The C.I. A could really prove that they knew their work sometimes, but other times, it was a huge mess.

I successfully made it into C.I.A head quarters. I was safe. For the moment. I went straight to my office to get the flash drive out, I cleaned it with disinfectant wipes then headed to Morrison's office. He was in the middle of some sort of meeting, but he dismissed the men quickly. " I guess your plan came out to be successful, seeing as you're standing here." I nodded my head at him. " I didn't get exactly what I was looking for, but I did manage to get my hands on some information which will assuredly prove to be useful to the mission as a whole". I plugged it into the computer and opened the file. he let out a low sigh. There was a very long list of all the companies Ivanka had shares in, alongside the percentages, the puppets and the next person's shares she was planning to claim. We scrolled through in silence.

Ivanka had a good strategy and that wad undeniable. She was taking over large oil companies, real estate companies, construction companies, as well as some legal firms and security firms. " I see she's taking over a lot of companies, but for what?". Morrison stared at me with the slightest shadow of fear on his face. I opened up the C.I.A database and pulled up records of all the companies the government was dealing with. I highlighted the ones on Ivanka's list and turned the computer screen to face him. " No" He muttered. He shook his head in disbelief. Ivanka had shares in over sixty percent of the companies operating on contracted deals with the government. That we knew, but again the question had to be asked. Why?. What was her ultimate plan? Was she planning a hostile takeover, or she just wanted to be pulling the strings from the shadows to get away with certain things?.

All of a sudden, Morrison's face had gone completely pale and beads of sweat had formed on his forehead and temples. His eyes were fixed on the computer screen and his face had fixed itself in a look of pure horror. He swallowed hard. " What happened?" During his response I noticed that his voice had become shaky. " There is another file on the drive." I nodded my head, urging him to continue. "I...". His voice faltered. I approached him and the laptop both anxious and curious to see what had made the man so scared. With a shaking hand, he turned the screen towards me.

It took me a couple of seconds to realize what was going on. I was in shock. I was in disbelief. I couldn't even begin to try to process what was happening because a dozen other thoughts were racing through my mind. The apocalypse had come. The end was here and Ivanka was the antichrist. It proved my long dead mole theory to be true, but it revealed a new light The mole in question was in a higher position than I calculated. There were only a small number of people in the world who could have had access to such sensitive information and I had compiled a list in my head already. One of them was standing across me.

"But how?" Morrison continued to panic. I glared at him. There are only three people in the entire world who have access to this file and that is you, the director of the C.I.A, or the president himself." Morrison's eyebrows came together. " Now, we both know that the president is off the list which leaves two people, the director and you. Again we will just cancel out the director." He was looking at me lost for words. " And then there was one" I emphasized. Honestly I kind of expected him to pull a gun out on me or something of the sort, but instead he showed me a loophole in my grand discovery. " No, but there were two" I was confused and caught off guard.

Look at the last mission assigned that was entered. The date is October 6th. I assumed office on October 23rd and there were no missions assigned in between those dates, but looking at the database now, another mission was assigned on the 25th and then 27th, 30th and so on and so forth". I saw what he was getting at. " You see Samuel, this list was sent between 6th and 22nd October when..." I nodded my head. The missions assigned after Morrison took over had not been a part of Ivanka's list. The mole wasn't Morrison, but that brought good news and bad news all covered in a fine coating of the apocalypse.