The Fault In Your Silencer

'Subject one, the internal organs are rotting from the inside, the brain is still intact, I am now waiting for it to-'
a deep sigh came from him as he froze from the sound of the door. 'Your soy caramel latte.' Andy closed his eyes and straightened up. He walked away from the rat cage to stop the camera recorder on the white table opposite of him.
'How many times do I have to tell you that you have to be quiet when I'm recording,' He muttered. His footsteps echoed through the completely white room. He dropped himself on the big, brown, leather chair and pulled his glasses from his face.
'My apologies, where should I put this?' Ferris held up the bag of food and the Venti cup. Andy grabbed a few piles of unorganized papers and set them on the ground. 'Should I put those in the office?' He set the bag and cup on the steel lab table and grabbed the files and papers. 'Just put them anywhere you like, not on my chair.' Ferries nodded and excused himself.
Andy sat back in his chair. He got his glasses back and wiped them. He didn't really needed glasses, but they were always handy to inspect the smallest things. It was perfect for animal experiments.
He walked back to the camera.
It started recording again.
'Andy Ashton Dane, the skin project. Subject one, the organs are rotting from the inside and has become a nest for bugs, the brain is still intact and living, I wonder what happens when I put some more arsenic in the bladders.' He grabbed the bottle from his lab coat and got the injection needle.
Arsenic has always been his favorite poison.

'So you're saying that the police have no lead on where they are now?' The lawyer nodded and looked at the daughter who was shaking in her chair. Last night she spend rocking back and forth in the corner of her room.
She was going mad.
'What happens with the money?' Asa's face shot a glare to the woman next to her. How can she think about money now- oh right- she forgot, it was the only reason she was here. The handsome man in the suit looked first at Asa and then back at his papers. 'Uhm, the papers tell me that he has no wife so, the law tells me that all his belongings go to his descendants,' he said in a horse voice.
'When can I enter his house?' Asa asked, leaning a bit forward in her oversized sweater.She needed to get the paperwork and see what she can do with his stuff, furniture, paintings, clothes etc. The man stood up and got something from a suitcase on a different table. He walked back an gave Asa an envelope.
'Here are his keys, his passport is still in the hands of the investigators for fingerprints since it's been found on the ground in the crime scene.'
She nodded and put the envelope immediately in her purse.
Ella, apparently that was her name, traced the envelope with her eyes and then looked back at girl in her way of success.
'I have a meeting now, my condolences and good luck, you have my number.'
The man in the suit gave both lady's a hand and grabbed his suitcase before walking away.

Outside the tall building Asa waited for her cab to arrive. The wind blowing strands of hair in her face, not that she wasn't used to it.
'So, what are your current plans, young lady?' Ella asked her and smiled sweetly. They stood ten feet away from each other. Asa smiled kindly but her eyes spoke many other things, like Ella's actually. 'Right now I just want my father to have a good grave where he can rest, and then maybe sell the lake house, we never use it anyway.' Or she guesses, she will not use it. But Honestly though she planned on giving a big part to charity, but not all of it, maybe some still had memories attached to them.
Ella's right eye twitched and her gaze shot back at her red Ferrari.
'Right, well, good luck, he was a wonderful man. Maybe we can have dinner together instead of shopping, I would really like to get to know you, let's my house?'She said with a maybe too happy smile.
'Yes, sure, tomorrow, let's say noon?' Asa smiled, her cheeks aching. Ella nodded while stepping in her Ferrari and raced off, leaving a trail of gas in Asa's face.

Andy was still in his underground lab. He spend most of his time their and only went outside for his job or he needed to get new subjects. He didn't care for unnecessary things, like human interaction.
'Subject one, as you can see the arsenic is immediately making a visible change, the poisoning procedure is being sped up, reasons unknown.' He looked closer at the animal. Its little chest was going down rapidly until it stopped, and gave in. Andy stepped back and sighed. Let's call it a day.
He walked to his desk and pulled his latex gloves off, throwing it in the little bin. He walked out of there flicking the lights off, leaving the camera still on, heading to the shower.

Asa opened the big steal door. She decided to pull an all-nighter.
The villa was always a man cave as you would call it. It was perfect and had all the luxury any man needed. It also didn't have any sign of personality or home.
She jumped up the stairs quickly and got into his office.
When she opened the door she sighed. Asa walked in without emotion. Maybe she was just suppressing her feelings or maybe she couldn't care less. She dropped her coat and purse in the corner. She walked over to the desk.
The white walls and black desk perfectly in contrast, like an art show. She began sorting the paper and files on the desk. It was neatly put in boxes and files like her father always does-did.

Maybe 1-2 hours later she found herself on the floor, surrounded by boxes and papers, trying to find anything she had to keep. But all he had were files and reminders of all the cases he and his team had won, trophy's, but to Asa just papers.
She stood up and sat behind the desk. She knew her father was an organized man, but boy, everything was straight and in line, even the pens in the corner of the table.
It was like he was bored or something. Asa opened one of his drawers and found some normal supplies.
A paper pushed away in the corner of the drawer caught her attention. Audrey was all sweaty and tired. She frowned and scratched it out of the desk to opened it.

Kisharo
Filates
Watts
Houston
Mckenzie

Something sounded familiar. Kisharo ofcourse, but those other names, it could be she read it from somewhere.
She focused on the first name again and rage started to build up. She quickly grabbed her phone and started searching the names.

Hikoyo Kisharo, most wanted south Korean seen in Spain, strikes again.

Antonio Filates teams up again with Russia in most secured bank in Italy.

Cornelius Houston first time caught on tape.

With every headline she read the more angrier she got.
Eventually she threw her phone against the wall. How did she not know this?
6 months as a secretary, 17 years as a daughter and not even heard of drugs in the office.
Kisharo was a car sales man.
Antonio, she heard that name before, but only when she needed to dial the number for her father. She has been living a lie.
Why did he do this? No wonder he got all the money. She walked out of the room with her purse and coat. She had to do something about this.
Asa flew out of the house, slamming the door behind her and waving for a cab. One stopped before her feet, letting her step in and saying her address. The car started moving without much haste. What could she do?
The police are lazy that they're not even trying to catch them anymore. Maybe she could do it herself. She frowned when it popped into her head.
She didn't know how but Maybe she could.
As revenge for her father. As revenge for herself!
She had some work to do.
Didn't matter what, she needed to do something.

Andy leaned with his forehead against the tiles. The warm water passing him and cleaning his sweaty back.
Tonight it's going to happen again. He smiled to himself and turned the water off.

He walked through his fancy Victorian room with his towel around his waist.
'FERRIS!' he growled, but with no real anger behind it. Ferris came walking in and with a book in his hand. 'Yes?' He asked calmly. 'Do you have my suit ready for tonight?' He grabbed some underwear out of the drawer and laid them on the bed.
'Yes sir, the ammo and your favorites are polished and ready to go.' Andy started grinning. 'Thank you Ferris, now leave, I'm going to change.' He excused himself and left.Andy looked at his beautiful suit and admired the fabric.
'Darling, it's been a while.'

He walked out of the room, feeling reborn gain.
His sigh turned into hideous, mad laughter. 'Here's your Strayer voight infinity hybrid 6 and your lucky desert eagle.' Andy smiled at him and stuck his lucky charms in his holsters under his pits and the eagle in his back holster.
Man, the power of a suit. He adjusted his hair.
'How's my face?' He asked very fond of himself. He knew how good it looked he just wanted to hear it from someone else. 'Beyond perfect,' Ferris smiled.
'Why, thank you citizen, I'll be back by 4 A.M and don't forget to watch the news!' He grabbed his cane and ran out. Ferris sighed and walked back to the couch to watch his favorite T.V series, with a cocktail of course.

Asa looked at her board. Pictures, contracts, headlines and news paper cut outs were connected to each other with string with red and blue string. Her hair was in a bun and she wanted to sleep. She couldn't though, it wouldn't allow her. 'So, Oliver the seller, Antonio the supplier and Kisharo the protector.' She stepped back to look at her work and took a sip of her third coffee.
So something went wrong and someone send out an order to Kisharo to kill her father, but who? She looked at the photo with a question mark on the top of the bord. She needed to kill Kisharo first, then Antonio then oliver. She needed to get answers.
She can't go on living like this.
But how? How can she kill one of the most protected and dangerous men on earth?
She needed a cigarette. Several months ago she was just an average teenager graduating. Then she was pushed into the family business. How can she even think about murder?Or maybe she needed a gun.
She walked to her nightstand and grabbed the revolver.
The girl walked to the pile of clothes, looking for something that is light but will cover he completely. She dropped everything at the sound of the alarm.
The gate was pulled open by none other than Miss Ferrari.

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