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At first, Romeo was still. Then he gave a small nod.
Yes, I told him, you are. Tonight, you will punish this man
for his sins. Tonight, you will complete your destiny, fulfil your purpose.
After tonight, you will be proud of yourself.
Romeo clenched his fist but quickly released it. I smiled.
Do it, I told him.
He pulled out his cell phone, while casually turning around
and leaning his back against the railing. Then he typed a short message:
Italian food joint, red curtains. 15 mins. I knew because he had typed exactly
what I had told him to type.
The moment is close,
I said. After tonight, people will be
scared to kill innocents. They will think twice before stealing from the poor
and trampling on the weak. And you will be the unsung hero behind this success.
That is your destiny. To be the silent shadow that strikes fear in the hearts
of evil doers.
The Italian food joint with red curtains was further down
the hallway, where the line of eateries turned to the left. Ten minutes after
receiving Romeo’s message, the man in the expensive silk suit walked out of the
coffee shop and started walking towards it through the thin evening crowd. It
was that time of the day when guests at the hotel were freshening up to prepare
for the evening ahead after a day of sightseeing. Romeo had by this time
resumed his pose of a man mounting vigil over the lobby.
I waited. Romeo waited. We both waited for it to happen.
Of course it happened. That is what I do. I make mortals do
my bidding and I make things happen.
It happened exactly a minute later, as the man drew up to
where Romeo was standing. It happened almost at the exact second I wanted it to
happen. But then, that was hardly surprising. What I say, happens.
Darkness enveloped the entire building as suddenly and
unexpectedly as lightning falls. Romeo whirled around, grabbed the man in the
suit and pulled him close.
“D’mitri?” I heard Romeo whisper. The startled man obliged
with a startled “Kto?” the Russian for, “Who?”
Now, I commanded.
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