Cartel Experience-Chapter 41: A Misunderstanding of Misunderstandings.
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"W-what... did you say...?"
"That we both have preferred sides, but it’s not even about politics." Gerard, the Secret Service Director, said as he sat in Sirina’s office chair, smoking a cigarette. "It’s not about the politics, but the people who are in the politics." He looked up at her. "You know the prime minister helped me a lot, and not just me but a lot of people. Before I was even a director, he helped me become who I am today, and it would be better for you too to not try to change the way." He stared at her as he took another hit from the cigarette. "The NSA needs to be on the side of the prime minister, on the side of the homeland, and not going against it, so—"
"Before that..." Sirina cut Gerard off. "...repeat what you said before that." Something was wrong. Her voice sounded like she had just heard something her mind could neither comprehend nor accept, because it was impossible to accept when reality had already said otherwise.
"The guy that killed Hoffa." Gerard began as he took another hit from the cigarette and smiled. "Two of my outsiders tracked him down, and probably," he checked his watch, ",torturing him for answers."
At that moment, Sirina thought that she was hallucinating, that she was drugged up or something, because it was impossible that whoever Gerard sent found him... he died in front of her. She killed him.
"Oh, and I forgive you. Whatever you said to him at that clothing store, I forgive you for it, but killing an innocent woman is a bit too much, don’t you think?"
"What?" She asked back, now everything in her brain felt like she was in a different reality of her own.
"You know, a year ago there were many protests against the mass surveillance cameras that were installed across the city." He smiled. "Now these cameras helped us see that our man ran not even a block away from the police station into a clothing store where you followed him in. Then both of you left with a twenty-minute time gap."He finally finished the cigarette butt and threw it straight in front of Sirina. "I don’t know what you want to do with him, but I know it wasn’t worth killing civilians." He said it as he slowly got up, stepping toward Sirina, keeping his eyes on her. "You are one of the few directors who fought their way up, but you make so many mistakes, Sirina. You are incompetent for this position... and maybe if the public realized that you helped the man who killed Hoffa and even killed a civilian..." He shook his head. "That’s going to be the worst ending of a beautiful career."
She couldn’t respond, but it wasn’t because of what Gerard said about losing her position. Nah, she didn’t give a fuck about that. They had a whole fucking terrabyte of shit on Gerard, no, what made no sese is the fact he said that César is fucking alive.
At that moment, her mind started racing, going in circles. She kept replaying the moment over and over again, but she clearly remembered it was not even three hours ago that she did it. She remembered the blood, the smell, the smile, what they said to each other, the feeling of pulling the trigger.
It was real. She watched him fall. She watched him die right there in front of her. She killed him. It was impossible to question... she saw it... or no.
"Oh my fucking God..." she whispered as she didn’t even blink, just stared at Gerard, who on the other was waiting for something else.
He wanted to hear it, to see her in despair and fear, to hear her beg or something like that, but rather than that, she smiled... a smile that was genuine terror. Moreover, Gerard just played with her, it wasn’t a real threat, but that face she made was something that truly showed a terrified person.
"Get the fuck out of my office." Sirina continued, her voice still like that, as if she wasn’t even there, like she was mindless, as she pushed Gerard out of her way and sat down on her chair, while Gerard knew something was off because there was no way his threat worked this much, and he was right, because as soon as he left and Agent Helsik walked in, Sirina immediately asked a question.
A question that made sense of what the fuck happened.
"Helsik, do you remember those prototype bulletproof vests everybody laughed about? The ones that the DCA made?"
"Uh, I do, yes." Helsik replied, getting a bit creeped out by Sirina’s face and voice, and moreover, he didn’t understand why she was talking about a prototype bulletproof vest. "But it was never made to—"
"It did." She nodded her head with a desperate smile. "They’re fucking using it."
"But what does it have to do with—" He stopped as the realization set in and he understood what Sirina was saying.
The bulletproof vests the DCA was testing were designed with fake blood packs inside them, and once the vest was shot, it leaked fake blood so their agents could pretend to be dead or use it in any other way. Yeah the silence in the room as both of them understood it... or rather, misunderstood it on a completely different level now.
"That smile on his face... that fucking smile was because of the vest." She whispered as he tried to piece it together with the details. She didn’t see the vest, the outline, or feel it when she pushed the gun to his stomach, he didn’t feel it at all... but that was the only explanation.
"What should we do?"
"Nothing..." she said and looked up. "Maybe... just maybe he is an independent agent, and if yes... he will come to me."
"That’s worse than a simple agent."
"I know... but I think he likes me and maybe because of that fact... I can live."
Well, putting everything on the line and betting that being liked by César would somehow save her was a huge risk but that was the game Sirina wanted to play. She knew it. She saw it in the way he looked at her, the way he spoke, maybe she could somehow tame him.
But on the other hand, Helsik was right too.
Independent agents at the DCA are the worst as their sole mission is to jump straight into the criminal underworld and stir shit up, start a war that the DCA would profit from. They are called independent because they don’t make connections with the DCA after being sent on a mission for a lot of money.
They either die, or succeed and go live a wealthy life, but they never abandon their mission.
And César fit the picture perfectly. Appearing out of nowhere, immediately killing Hoffa, and moreover, sparking a war not just in the criminal underworld. No, it seemed to Sirina that this was about a war between agencies and political powers, and he had succeeded... at least in her mind.
She shot him and killed him or at least that was the bait, so the DCA would have a reason to act. But now the Secret Service was also after him, which meant that with one single fucking agent, they could move against both the NSA and the Secret Service.
Yeah, it had truly spiraled out of control, but César fucking fit the whole narrative. He arrived at the right time, in the right moment, killed the right people, and behaved exactly like a DCA agent in Sirina’s eyes, while the DCA itself didn’t even care about him or what was happening and César himself was on an entirely different mission.
To survive, the two lovely ladies who were truly giving him exclusive service.
