The story so far…
Legacy’s CEO stood with his back to the nearly empty room. His gaze was directed out of the wall-to-wall windows that encircled the top floor of the company’s headquarters building.
“Tell me again,” he said quietly, his tone nothing but menace.
Pierson, the assassin, began to stand up from the chair in the center of the floor.
“No,” said the CEO without turning around. “You stay there.”
Pierson lowered himself. He wasn’t stupid enough to challenge his boss.
“They got away,” he explained, beginning the account for the third time. “There was traffic. There was nothing I could do.”
The CEO sighed. “I keep you around so that when problems like this happen, I have someone who can deal with them. It is not because I enjoy our time together.”
“I understand,” said Pierson. “It won’t happen again.”
“Well, of course not,” said the CEO. “I want your full commitment on this. Nothing else matters. Am I clear?”
“Very,” said Pierson.
“Get out,” said the CEO.
Pierson did as he was told.
He took the elevator to the parking garage in the basement of the tower. Stepping past the rows of cars, he ducked into an unmarked door in a rarely-trafficked corner of the lot.
It was his office, of sorts, his command post, from where he could plan his operations. Once he was safely inside, he opened a drawer of a filing cabinet and removed a cellular phone.
Without looking at the handset, he pressed the appropriate speed-dial key.
The line was connected.
“Hello,” answered Andrea Shultz, who was still at the hospital. “We’ve gone to Plan B,” she told Pierson. “There were complications.”
Pierson listened to the new details of the chase. When Shultz’s report was over, he resisted the urge to throw the phone against the wall. “Thank you for the update,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m sorry about that.”
“There was nothing you could have done differently,” said Shultz. “Meet us here at six tomorrow morning. We’ve only got one chance to pull this off.”
To be continued…