TIME OF THE ROOK: TALES OF THE ROOK BOOK ONE

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CHAPTER 26: GANGS, GOONS, AND GUNS PART THREE

“.…. Ah, excellent….. At last, you are awake……”

SYNGH DUCT- TOH struggled to see who it was, that now spoke to him.

“Where am I?”

“Deacon Drake’s boys, they found you unconscious; floating near the docks…..”

“.…. I, I know of you; you German….. “

“.…. Now, now….. This, it will make for many an unpleasant introduction…..”

“.…..….. Kill me now Doctor Death….…... For your brutalities against my people, I most certainly shall kill you…..”

“Deacon drake, he seeks of me to patch you up….. Nothing more can I see, but cuts and bruises….. Shall I patch these cuts, or slice them deeper? Decisions, decisions…..”

“Kill me! You fiend….. Nothing, will you speak of; that can frighten me…..”

The Doctor injected something of an unknown drug into the right arm of SYNGH DUCT- TOH.

“.…. This, it should help you to relax….. What will become of you; should you awaken?”


MICKEY DOLOR’S RESIDENCE

“Boss? We just got word….. Deacon Drake, he is moving in on us…..”

“Good! It is time to put an end to these minor harassing incursions of the Syndicate…….. One man, of so low the representation; he cannot lay his own claim of being The Godfather…... Inform the other bosses, and recall Knuckles and his boys………... This fight, it will be one for the books…..”


THE CITADEL

BASE OF OPERATIONS FOR DEACON DRAKE

“.…. Doctor? How is our patient?”

“The Knife? Resting comfortably, he is…..”

“Good! Get him up and on his feet as soon as possible….. He may be; the best weapon I have acquired, that can aid me in keeping my position…..”

“As you wish….. It may take some time however….. His wounds, this China- man; they were quite extensive…..”

“.…. Doc?”
”….... I only made one or two minor alterations…...Nobody that ever pays a call on me, ever wakes up the same…..”

“.…. Don Drake? There is a Private Detective that is here to speak with you…..”

“.…. Is that so….. Lead him to the patio….. I will be there shortly…..”


“Deacon Drake?”

“who, pray tell; let you in Detective? The Rook, isn’t it?”

“Right….. Pardon the untimely interruption….. I know, that you are a busy man…..”

“.…. He come alone…..”

“Yes Godfather, the detective; he is all alone…..”

“Why are you here Rook?”

“I am here to make a formal request, on a part of my two clients: the Trevelles….. I have something that you have been searching for…..”

“.…. The plates?”

“.…. They’re right here, inside this bag…..”

“Numbers? Check it out…..”

“Yes Godfather…..”

“.…. Well?”

“It’s true, Don Drake….. The printing plates are here all three of them…..”

“Good…... Congratulations detective.….. Not many figure in civil authority, can look me in the eyes and live…..”

“Oh, me; I am more of a privately hired investigator these days…..”

’”P.I. huh? From what I here, you are one of the best then…..”

“So some say…..”

“I am in a very good mood today… The contracts related to the Trevelles, they will now be terminated…..”

“That is very honorable of you Godfather Drake…..”

“Get this investigator off of my property, and escort him back to his place…..”

“Pleasure doing business with you…..”


“Boss?”

“Speak to me.….”

“Something’s up….. The feds, they’re playing warrants of search and seizure…..”

“.….. Sounds like we have been made…... Tell the boys, get arrested or die….. It is up to them….. Make the family proud…..”

“What about you, Godfather?”

“Me, I have unfinished business to take care of…..”

“Godfather Drake? Mickey Dolor, he must be making a move on us…..”

“What?! We were supposed to be moving on Dolor…..”

“Don Drake, the spook and his charges; they are all gone…..”

“I see….. Do you have any more bad news for me Squeals?

“The facility, The Gorgon he set it ablaze…..”

“.….”

Deacon Drake fell immediately silent as two well- dressed muscle suits, wearing black from head to toe made their uninvited presences known. Each muscle suit carrying within their grips, a Thompson sub- machine gun.

“Deacon Drake….. Don Castillo sends his regards…..”

“...…. Numbers, Squeals? Take me to my boat…... These hit men of Don Castillo; they will not act, not without being in the the presence of their own boss…..”

“Our boys? The Godfather’s gang…… They’ll be wiped out…..”

Squeals, and Numbers, they drew fast- their revolvers; and now had Deacon Drake dead in their sights. Numbers was visibly shaken on the bosses decision.

“.…. You, you are going to leave them to die without a fight…..”

Deacon Drake started slowly backing away from his two henchmen.

“.…… Now boys…... We have accomplished a great deal, us three…... That is, before we were betrayed….. We can set up operations again elsewhere…..”

“.…. Early graves, this is all you have gotten us…..”

Numbers and Squeals unloaded their two revolvers on their ex- boss, all of his contracts now terminated.

“Come on Numbers, let’s procure Drake’s boat…..”

Two more of the one true Godfathers’ muscle- suits, cut off their escape to their bosses personal dock.

“Sorry boys….. The Godfather, he will appreciate you in your actions; for the execution of the fake don….. But Don Castillo, he will have words with you…..”

“You, you are not going to kill us?”

“.…. Nope….. The Godfather, you have robbed him the right to interrogate the faker….. You have robbed Don Castillo of his right to execute the black sheep of the family….. Hell now be needing to take his anger out on the two of you…..”

Numbers and Squeals are easily muscled into submission.

Take them to the Don, and don’t forget the fakers’ head; the Godfather; he will want proof of his demise…..”


THE CITADEL

BASE OF OPERATIONS FOR DEACON DRAKE

“Well, well, well….. The doctor? He did a number on you didn’t he?”

“..…. A mockery of my people, has this German made of me….. Kill me Mickey Dolor….. Do not allow me to live as this aberration you see before you….. I shall be, not but a monster; in the eyes of my family…..”

“.…. SYNGH DUCT- TOH, I still have a need of your skills….. I will find one; that can repair the damage the doctor has done, if you so choose….. Stick with me…… You are still part of my family…..”

.…. I am nothing more than blades that are extensions of my skills….. I am SYNGH DUCT- TOH no more….. Call me: Blades…..”

“That’s a catchy name.. It has a nice family ring to it….. You’re just the man I have been looking for…..”

THE ROOK’S RESIDENCE

Well, as finales go; this, it was a job well done….. There are a few minor loose ties to be taken care of, but we; we are ready to regroup anytime….. Right now, it is time for some well- needed relaxation…..

I have gained me a couple of new allies, and a few new enemies….. This, this is nothing new for a Professional Investigator…..

Things for me and for my allies, they will soon take a turn for the strange; as we would be one day forced to face a spook of a bad guy that escaped from Alcatraz, and a band of drug- induced; mind controlled slaves….. But now, that there is a case for another day…..


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