TIME OF THE ROOK: TALES OF THE ROOK BOOK ONE

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CHAPTER 25: GANGS, GOONS, AND GUNS PART TWO

“What’s this?”

“It be called: The Serpent’s Kiss…... It can be used in the making of one, whom you wish to be extremely susceptive to your commands…..”

“.…. Serpent’s Kiss huh? Do I even want to know what is in it?”

“.…. Perhaps, I am to be thinking no…. You do not…..”

“How long is the metastasis in the body?”

“Depends, it does; on body mass man….. The size and the weight of the body…..”

“Give me a calculated number, for an average individual of average weight and size…..”

“Okay man, I hear you….. One five- milligram dose, it would be taking, for one average sized and weighted man: about eight hours for full metastasis…..”

“.…. That’s not too bad….. How long does this controlling effect last?”

“One five- milligram dose, it be lasting about eighty minutes man….. Any higher the dosage man, and the patient; he will suffer much trauma…..”

“I am impressed Gorgon….. what do you need? I want you to continue to process this drug…..”

“..….. I need me nothing but a research lab man…... A well stocked lab, and about three assistants…..”

“Okay Gorgon, you have a deal….. Gather The Gorgon hear a facility incursion unit. Find him a laboratory, where he can set up and finish his work…..”

“Yes Don Drake….. What about the drugs and the workers?”

“Be sure that it is one of Mickey Dolor’s own facilities….. Make it a crack house, there all that is needed should be easily found…... As for any workers on the site, kill the ones you don’t need; keep the ones you do…..”

“Yes Godfather….”

“Oh, and Gorgon?”

“Yeah man?”

“I believe, that I may soon have one special patient for you to test your Serpent’s Kiss potion on….. I would like to see this rare technique work up close and personal on one man that has trained himself in many an immunity from mind controlling sciences…..”

“As you wish man….. The potion, it will work man…..”

“Good! Find a suitable facility, and report back to me…..”


WILMINGTON, CALIFORNIA

PORT OF LOS ANGELES

“Are you off of your rocker Rook…….. This warehouse, it used to be owned by Mickey Dolor…..”

“Right Boots, and this warehouse; it will be that last place anybody will ever think of to look for us…..”

“.…. What do you think the widow and her brother are going to find at the treasury?”

“.…. Maybe nothing, maybe somethin that the feds have yet to put their fingers on…..”

“You are on to something Rook….... I can tell, you know…...... Tell me what you have figured out?”

“.…. Not just yet Boots….. It is not yet, the appropriate time…..”

.…. Beg pardon Mister Rook? I have the file you asked for…..”

“Hey Graves! That’s an official police file! Where did you get that?” Boots questioned.

“.…. We all haveour little secrets Mister Boots…..”

The Rook accepted the file with a smarting wise smirk on is face, and not one word to say. The Rook read through the file quietly, advocating aloud in understanding; as the truth unveiled before his perceptions.

“.…. Right….. I see….. That’s about what I expected?”

Boots seemed to be getting a little restless, the cop in him having very little patience for secrecy.

“What’s up Rook?”

“.…. The body, the one that the police found that day….. The understanding that money man Bates was presumed to be dead….. The body, it is in fact missing fingers; just as the widow described…..

There is however only one problem with the widow’s statement…….. One minor detail that has been seriously overlooked…..”

“Wrong- hand” Boots, blurted aloud.

“Yeah….. Great job Boots….. You are really getting the hand of this…..I’ll make you detective before you know it…..”

“.…. Very funny Rook…..”

“.…. If I may be so bold Mister Rook, Mister Boots? The Mafia, they are well known for relieving a man of multiple- digit extremities; because of some sort of family theft…... Perhaps this Deacon Drake wanted the feds to believe this to be the motive…..”

“Right, but I believe that it was more for impressing one boss, that is of legendary family distinction: Don Castillo….. One of the few mob bosses that has gained the one true right to the title: Godfather…..”

“That means?”

“Deacon Drake, he was stealing from the Mafia….. Bates, he was a Mafia plant…..”

“Oh geese…... The fingers…...” Boots slapped his right hand to his forehead, and drew the hand slowly downward toward his chin.

“You’ve got it Boots…..... The National Treasury…….. It cannot be so easily accessed by just anybody….. These days, there are- only so many ways to check a person for legalized proof of identity…..”

“Fingerprints….. That would mean…..”

“There is, somewhere among all these houses of the Syndicate; one sick individual of a doctor, that has actually transplanted Bates’ fingers to another…..”

“.…. Perhaps this doctor, Mister Rook; is one of German descent?”

“You are right where I am now Graves.….. We are looking for a Nazi scientist….. One, that is known for being well obsessed over the conducting of strange experiments…..”

“One that has a weird hobby of stuffing dead animals, of taxidermy; right Rook?”

“Right Boots….. This Nazi, he is the catalyst; to many a working deception….. Those are the facts….. Now, it is time for a plan…..”


THE CITADEL

BASE OF OPERATIONS FOR DEACON DRAKE

“Godfather Drake?”

“Speak to me…..”

“Mickey Dolor, he has gotten himself some heavy hitters…..”

“.…. Numbers?”

“.…. We are looking at major losses on all sides…..”

“..….. Gather all of our boys…..… We are going to now make, a direct assault on Mickey Dolor….. What about The Gorgon? What is his progress?”

The Gorgon stepped up quietly behind Deacon Drake, causing the boss to start.

“No wonder the feds call you a spook….. Report Gorgon?”

“Yeah man, spooky I may be….. But, ready with my potions; I am…..”

“Excellent….. Squeals?”

“Yes Don Drake?”

Get all of our fed boys in on the action….. It’s all or nothing now….. Mickey Dolor, he is going down…..”

“Yes Godfather…..”


WILMINGTON, CALIFORNIA

PORT OF LOS ANGELES

“It’s true Rook……... One of the Drakes’ impersonation specialists, they are using Bates’ identity….. Everyone that enters the facility beyond the lobby is fingerprint checked, to make file comparisons before they are allowed inside…..”

“The one that is impersonating Drake; Armond, Minerva; what about his fingers?”

“He wears gloves, special user’s gloves that have been cut- off at the tips…..”

“Also Mister Rook, he wears black shades and long sleeves; on claims of some skin condition, is his reasoning…..”

“.…. Nothing about any skin condition in his file….. Curious….. Why has the file been left Unaltered?” The Rook questioned.

“Leverage Rook..…..” Boots commented. “Something he can use against the doctor….... The one that is responsible for his new fingers…..”

’Yeah, that sounds about right Boots…..”

“What do we do?”

“.…... Drop a line on to the feds Boots….... Make certain you talk to only someone that you can trust….. Fill them in on this ugly business of the stuffing of the bird, and on the fingers- man that is impersonating Bates….. This should keep the widow and her brother in the clear…..”

“You got it Rook…..”

“Reverend Reeves? I now need you to make a very important call…..”



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