TIME OF THE ROOK: TALES OF THE ROOK BOOK ONE

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CHAPTER 19: EVIL HAS ITS DAY PART FIVE

“What? Who, who is there?”

“.…. Names Bishop….. Quite the talent you are impersonator…..”

“The feds?”

“Don’t act so surprised…….... You know the Syndicate has many pockets,and the mafia even more…..”

“What do you want?”

“.…. Chameleon, he was one of the best….. I am impressed with your skills….. I am here to offer you one of many propositions…..”

“.…. Tell Mickey Dolor, I have no wish to work for him….. No matter what you do to me….. I have no real ties, no family…..”

“Oh, I am not calling on behalf of Dolor…..”

“I am not interested in working for Drake either…..”

“.…. Good, I am not calling for some self- proclaimed godfather want to be either….. I am a herald of the one true Godfather, and he has a use for you…..”

“.….No choice then?”

“.…. Not really, and there are a great many worse worries than death…..”

Bishop pulled a needle from a pouch attached to his belt.

“.…. Wait! What is that? What are you doing?”

“.…. Insurance….. Soon, you will answer only to me…... The drugs, that will soon integrate into your system; they will make you extremely open to the influence of suggestion…. When you hear these words, as spoken by my voice alone; you will do everything I say…..”

“.…. I will do everything you say…..”

“Who am I?”

“.…. Bishop…..”

“What am I?”

“.….Control…..”

“Whom, do you obey?”

“.…. Control….. Bishop…..”

“..….. Excellent…... Sleep now Marty…... You will not remember what has transpired this day…..”

Two goons, drug one nerve wrecked doctor into Marty’s room.

“There Mister Bishop….. Call your men off….. I told you, the drug will work…..”

“.…. Yes, it seems rather effective doesn’t it? I suppose you want your money now?”

“.…. You, you are not going to pay me?”

An evil smile quickly formed on the man named Bishop’s face. The two goons released their hold, as Bishop lifted the wiry doctor of a man by his shirt collar; moving him closer to the hospital’s window.

“You intend to kill me?! I, I can be useful…..”

One of the thugs forced a steel bed tray through the window, shattering the glass.

“.…. You know doc, you’re actually right there…..”

Bishop, now lifted the doctor by his throat.

“.…. Tell me doctor? If I throw you from this high a position, out on to the street; will you feel any pain?”

“.…. What….. No!”

“Wrong answer…..”

Flailing wildly, the doctor fell to an untimely demise. The streets all quiet.

Bishop made use of the hospital telephone.

“Yeah boss….....It’s me….... Right..... The mind meddler, he has been dealt with; and Marty the Mouth, he is another tool at our disposal…..”


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