Now as a member of S. L. U. T., she had a bit more free range.
She took assignments for whoever could pay. Helped out her team when they
needed her. And the government stayed out of her hair.
Which was good, because today she was on a coca plantation in Ecuador
Getting into the house had been the easy part. Jávier Marconi
had sent his wife and children on an indefinite vacation in Europe
while he and his adversary, Tomás Della Torre, continued their war fueled by
slave labor, drug addicts, and fear tactics. Which meant his security was light
and mostly canine. Dogs were always a sore spot for Ursula, she hated to shoot
them, but she also had no intentions of getting torn apart. She rubbed raw
steaks in sleeping powder and tossed them near the watchdogs.
The guards she didn't mind killing outright. It may seem
backwards to some people, but dogs are much easier to retrain than people.
These men abused their "workers", separated mothers from children,
and gang rapes, along with daylight executions were a part of daily life. So
ending their sad existence was more of a humanitarian act than murder.
But what Marconi didn't know was that Tomás was already dead.
Ursula didn't bother to make it look like an accident. She also didn't make it
look like some attack from a drug kingpin. She wanted the world to know the
Sisterhood of Universal Tranquility had been there. Granted there was nothing
tranquil about what she did to Senõr Della Torre but he profited from the
sickness, addiction and death of inner city and minority people in the States.
Not to mention countless others across the world. If it was only cocaine their
drug feud wouldn't have been so high on Ursula's list of things to take care
of, but they were cutting it with something else to increase their profits and
make it even harder, if not impossible to kick the habit. She didn't know what and
she didn't care. This entire place was going to burn when she was through.
Jávier was tied to a chair. Bloodied and battered from Ursula's
first round of questioning. He seemed intent on not giving her any information
about where the latest shipment of his drugs were heading.
"If you are concerned about your family, don't be. The
Sisterhood of Universal Tranquility will make sure they are taken care of. We
don't hurt women and children. Unlike James over there." Jávier's
bodyguard lay dead in the doorway. "We didn't get much time chat before
things got serious. So let's just talk. I shot James' balls off when I got
here, as you saw, before blowing his useless brains all over the walls. Would
you like to know why?"
Jávier stared at the assassin. He knew why. James was a pig.
But he sated his sick lust on the orphaned workers in the factory and on the
plantations instead of somewhere he could be caught and arrested. Because
giving up a giant operation like Marconi's would seem like a great idea opposed
to getting stabbed regularly by security guards and prisoners alike in jail.
"James was in the children's quarters. He was your second.
You had to have known about his…activies. I stopped him today and promised the
children he would never hurt them again. And I always keep my word. Your fields
are on fire and workers are fleeing. You have no reason to NOT tell me where
that boat is coming into port. And every reason in the world TO tell me where
and when."
Jávier still sat only staring. Ursula could feel his rage and
hatred building.
"Fine. Have it your way. A few of my best people have
infiltrated your family's vacation." She was tinkering on her phone as she
spoke. "This is them." She turned the screen toward her captive and
leaned in very close "Now I don't want to have to murder your family while
they are having such a good time. But if you don't tell more what I want to
know, I will kill them and make you watch. Then I will kill you so the last
thing you ever see is them scared and betrayed and dying. Then I will find out
what I want to know anyway." She leaned back. "I will just be much
more cross about it. All I have to do is push this button" She pointed to
her watch "and your wife gets her throat slit followed by your
children."
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