BlueEyedLady
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Meena's face registered her disbelief at Jerico's part in her parent's murder. By the time he was done telling the tale, her face was set in anger and her jaw was clenched so much it hurt. Her eyes were dark and pained and her heart beat fast in her throat.
When he was done, she slowly picked up the gun he had thrown on the bed, checked the ammo and then brought it up aimed at his heart. Squeezing the trigger smoothly, she fired....swinging the gun up and over his shoulder at the last minute to hit a picture handing on the wall directly behind him. The glass shattered and the frame fell to the ground with a crash.
Standing, she handed the gun back to him and said,"There. I used the bullet that was ment for you. Now we can have that out of the way and you wont have to worry about getting it in the back at some later time. But you damn well better fill that fucking gun to the hilt for when I met Furious because he is going to feel every damn one of them."
Her eyes were sparkling with tears now as she looked up at him. "Now, Jerico Unix, let me tell you a tale. When I became a reporter one of my first assignments was to research a story on a man that claimed to be Jerico Unix. He was with the Syndicate and his MO was exactly the same as the legendary man he claimed he was. The only problem was Jerico Unix was dead. Everyone knew it. Rumors went around that Unix's death was faked and now the Syndicate was using him once again."
"Like I said, I hadn't made a name for myself yet in the reporting business and, wanting to impress my editor, I did a whole hell of alot of research. I spent six weeks reviewing and comparing cases known to be linked with Unix and the man who now called himself that. I found one thing that in all the back cases I reviewed. Never and I mean never were innocents killed. Destruction of property and items that the Syndicate would be interested in missing but no deaths. Not even in cases where testimony could have hurt the Syndicate. It was just made so that the testimony couldn't stand without the evidence that was now missing. Any deaths that had been recorded were of those who were in war with the Syndicate or those who turned on the Syndicate. In fact, in a few cases some people claimed that Mr Unix rescued them after they had wandered unknowingly into a dangerous situation during his assignments. That last never made the papers, no one wanted Unix looking like a hero instead of a villian and, when I presented my story...it was trashed as nonsense and reassigned."
Tears were streaming down her face now, the sorrow that she had not been able to let go of coming out,"So, you see, Jerico, I have no choice but to believe you because I know more than anyone out there what you are and are not capable of."
When he was done, she slowly picked up the gun he had thrown on the bed, checked the ammo and then brought it up aimed at his heart. Squeezing the trigger smoothly, she fired....swinging the gun up and over his shoulder at the last minute to hit a picture handing on the wall directly behind him. The glass shattered and the frame fell to the ground with a crash.
Standing, she handed the gun back to him and said,"There. I used the bullet that was ment for you. Now we can have that out of the way and you wont have to worry about getting it in the back at some later time. But you damn well better fill that fucking gun to the hilt for when I met Furious because he is going to feel every damn one of them."
Her eyes were sparkling with tears now as she looked up at him. "Now, Jerico Unix, let me tell you a tale. When I became a reporter one of my first assignments was to research a story on a man that claimed to be Jerico Unix. He was with the Syndicate and his MO was exactly the same as the legendary man he claimed he was. The only problem was Jerico Unix was dead. Everyone knew it. Rumors went around that Unix's death was faked and now the Syndicate was using him once again."
"Like I said, I hadn't made a name for myself yet in the reporting business and, wanting to impress my editor, I did a whole hell of alot of research. I spent six weeks reviewing and comparing cases known to be linked with Unix and the man who now called himself that. I found one thing that in all the back cases I reviewed. Never and I mean never were innocents killed. Destruction of property and items that the Syndicate would be interested in missing but no deaths. Not even in cases where testimony could have hurt the Syndicate. It was just made so that the testimony couldn't stand without the evidence that was now missing. Any deaths that had been recorded were of those who were in war with the Syndicate or those who turned on the Syndicate. In fact, in a few cases some people claimed that Mr Unix rescued them after they had wandered unknowingly into a dangerous situation during his assignments. That last never made the papers, no one wanted Unix looking like a hero instead of a villian and, when I presented my story...it was trashed as nonsense and reassigned."
Tears were streaming down her face now, the sorrow that she had not been able to let go of coming out,"So, you see, Jerico, I have no choice but to believe you because I know more than anyone out there what you are and are not capable of."