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ASSASSINATION
Book One: The Assassin's Guilt
By Gashbeen Saeed
Prologue: Dead Men Tell No Tales
I stand outside the home of the famous Vladimir Nikolai; a wealthy Russian government official who is in charge of Russia’s oil reserves. I can see Nickolai kissing his precious daughter, Anya Nickolai, goodnight. He then leaves his daughter’s bedroom, ready for bed. He does not know that he is about to get a visit from Lorelei Swanson; executive assistant to a wealthy American government official named Zachary Greene, the man in charge of the oil being imported into the United States from all over the world.
Normally my master wouldn’t resort to blackmail, but in this case it is necessary. He and Nickolai had reached an agreement regarding the oil reserves of Russia. Then Germany had interfered and offered a better arrangement to Nickolai. Nickolai took Germany’s offer and told my master that he was going to rescind their agreement. I remember their conversation vividly.
One week ago…
I stand next to my master’s desk as Vladimir Nickolai, a handsome Russian man with cropped black hair and pale blue eyes, walks into Zachary Greene’s office. My master smiles jovially and says cheerfully, “Welcome, Vladimir! Take a seat, my friend!”
He gestures for Nickolai to sit. Nickolai, who looks exhausted, gratefully collapses into the plump armchair. He says tiredly, “Zachary, I do not have much time. I must quickly get back to Russia for a very important meeting. But first we must discuss an important matter. You remember Adolf Schwartz, right?”
My master nods, a sour expression forming on his face. “How could I forget him? What of him?” I grimace, remembering the German’s vulgar language and horrible manners. Why would Nickolai mention the name of a man whom he hates with a burning passion? I listen to Nickolai’s response.
“Well, Adolf gave me an offer that I couldn’t resist. I’m afraid that I must rescind our arrangement.” I nearly drop the tea tray in my hands with shock. Nickolai is going to rescind the contract? My master has given him a wonderful bargain, and yet Nickolai is going to make a contract with Adolf Schwartz, his archenemy. Is he thick in the head? I look at my master’s face to see his reaction and I feel no surprise at the expression on his ruggedly handsome face.
Master Greene has a calm expression on his face as he signals for me to serve the two government officials tea. As I pour the hot tea into small teacups, Master Greene says happily, “Vladimir, there is no need for you to feel guilty about rescinding the contract. It’s perfectly fine with me. You have the right to change your mind. You can go home guilt-free.”
I manage to keep myself from grimacing as I hear my master’s words. I know what he means by those words. He uses a similar variation of those words each and every time an arrangement doesn’t go as planned. I’m going to have to go out again. I almost feel bad for Nickolai, who is now smiling in relief. He has no idea what will happen in about a week from now. Poor Nickolai. I wish I don’t have to do what I will certainly do soon, but I must. Zachary Greene controls my entire life.
Present time…
I take out my gun, aiming directly at Anya’s window. I will shoot his daughter’s wall several times and then move on to the other windows of the house. I have already placed a message in his daughter’s room. If you look at her from her doorway, you would swear that she was dead. Fortunately for Nickolai, she is not truly dead. I just made it look that way.
Book One: The Assassin's Guilt
By Gashbeen Saeed
Prologue: Dead Men Tell No Tales
I stand outside the home of the famous Vladimir Nikolai; a wealthy Russian government official who is in charge of Russia’s oil reserves. I can see Nickolai kissing his precious daughter, Anya Nickolai, goodnight. He then leaves his daughter’s bedroom, ready for bed. He does not know that he is about to get a visit from Lorelei Swanson; executive assistant to a wealthy American government official named Zachary Greene, the man in charge of the oil being imported into the United States from all over the world.
Normally my master wouldn’t resort to blackmail, but in this case it is necessary. He and Nickolai had reached an agreement regarding the oil reserves of Russia. Then Germany had interfered and offered a better arrangement to Nickolai. Nickolai took Germany’s offer and told my master that he was going to rescind their agreement. I remember their conversation vividly.
One week ago…
I stand next to my master’s desk as Vladimir Nickolai, a handsome Russian man with cropped black hair and pale blue eyes, walks into Zachary Greene’s office. My master smiles jovially and says cheerfully, “Welcome, Vladimir! Take a seat, my friend!”
He gestures for Nickolai to sit. Nickolai, who looks exhausted, gratefully collapses into the plump armchair. He says tiredly, “Zachary, I do not have much time. I must quickly get back to Russia for a very important meeting. But first we must discuss an important matter. You remember Adolf Schwartz, right?”
My master nods, a sour expression forming on his face. “How could I forget him? What of him?” I grimace, remembering the German’s vulgar language and horrible manners. Why would Nickolai mention the name of a man whom he hates with a burning passion? I listen to Nickolai’s response.
“Well, Adolf gave me an offer that I couldn’t resist. I’m afraid that I must rescind our arrangement.” I nearly drop the tea tray in my hands with shock. Nickolai is going to rescind the contract? My master has given him a wonderful bargain, and yet Nickolai is going to make a contract with Adolf Schwartz, his archenemy. Is he thick in the head? I look at my master’s face to see his reaction and I feel no surprise at the expression on his ruggedly handsome face.
Master Greene has a calm expression on his face as he signals for me to serve the two government officials tea. As I pour the hot tea into small teacups, Master Greene says happily, “Vladimir, there is no need for you to feel guilty about rescinding the contract. It’s perfectly fine with me. You have the right to change your mind. You can go home guilt-free.”
I manage to keep myself from grimacing as I hear my master’s words. I know what he means by those words. He uses a similar variation of those words each and every time an arrangement doesn’t go as planned. I’m going to have to go out again. I almost feel bad for Nickolai, who is now smiling in relief. He has no idea what will happen in about a week from now. Poor Nickolai. I wish I don’t have to do what I will certainly do soon, but I must. Zachary Greene controls my entire life.
Present time…
I take out my gun, aiming directly at Anya’s window. I will shoot his daughter’s wall several times and then move on to the other windows of the house. I have already placed a message in his daughter’s room. If you look at her from her doorway, you would swear that she was dead. Fortunately for Nickolai, she is not truly dead. I just made it look that way.
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It was a cold winter night.
I was in agonizing pain.
Death had given me a fright.
I could hear the rumbling train.
I had been at home alone.
My mother had left a while ago.
She went to the back for a loan.
I walked anxiously to and fro.
The tax collectors were near.
I was afraid they'd take me.
My mother wasn't here.
The doorbell buzzed like a bee.
They had come at last!
Mother was far away.
We'd had trouble in the past.
But now we'd truly pay.
They tried to grab me.
I managed to get away.
They crashed into a tree.
I needed to keep them at bay.
They caught and stabbed me.
They left me for dead.
But I am now alive and free.
But I feel a pounding in my head.
I think I'm going to die.
Such pain, pain, pain.
Life was a magnificent lie.
I think it's beginning to rain.