Vivien was going to ask who he was referring to, but he tilted his head, motioning for her not to ask. She got his message and understood what he had said. She smiled.
“We have a mission for you, Viv. It’s a serious one,” he said as he picked a file from his table and handed it over to her. She gladly received it. She had carried out some missions for the organization before: stirring up agitation among farmers in the west, giving out stolen resources to Orphanage homes in rural areas. She wondered what the next mission would be.
She opened the file and read through the contents of the paper in it. There was a picture pinned to the piece of paper. The photograph was of a middle-aged man. He wasn’t too handsome, though he was blonde and had blue eyes. When she raised her eyes to Adrik, worry filled them.
“It says I’m to assassinate him,” she said.
“Yes. You look appalled,” he said, watching her face intently.
“Well, I don’t understand how this will help us achieve our goals,” she said.
Adrik sighed.
“I’ve taught you this over again: you don’t need to ask questions. Just do as you’re told.”
Vivien bowed her head in consent.
“I will tell you this, though: George Pevensie is a British oil baron. He deals in the export of Russia’s crude oil to his country. Unfortunately, he is too selfish to give back to the people he takes from. His activities mess up the environment, but he does nothing to fix things. He is corrupt and gets most of his access by bribing corrupt people in authority. We do not like him, and he refuses to leave, so we must take him out as a warning to others like him. We trust you to do this. You’re a member of the council now. You’ll be in the know of more missions like this. You should get used to it.”
Vivien nodded slowly. The lines had started blurring again.
What’s wrong? What’s right?
“Vivien, my darling, you are just doing what needs to be done to create the Russia of our dreams. How do you think great civilizations are born? Though we regret to do it, blood must be shed. It’s inevitable. If you’re going to allow guilt to weigh you down, you’ll never be able to do anything great here. Look how far you’ve come. Do you want to give it all up?”
Vivien allowed his words to overrule her conscience. She was only doing what needed to be done. Russian had to be great again. She gave him a small smile.
“Yes, Adrik,” she said.
“Good.”
Her eyes returned to the map on the wall. There were red pins on three locations: America, Spain, and the United Kingdom. Notes and pictures of people were attached beside the pins. She became curious.
“Hey, what’s that about?” she asked.
“Don’t worry about it, Viv. You’ll soon be brought into the knowledge of our greater plans. For now, let’s focus on what we have before us, shall we?’ he asked, stretching over the table to take her palms in his.
15th November 2021
12:36 pm
Old Port, Portland, Maine.
USA.
Waking up from sleep, Suzanne allowed her mind to focus. The wound on her stomach still lay open.
Come on, Suzu, you know better than sleeping with an open wound. You could get an infection.
She sat up against the wall and pulled her bag over. After searching the bag, she pulled out a bottle of antiseptic, a bottle of spirit, a pack of cotton wool, a bandage, a sewing thread, and a needle. She set to work, cleaning herself up and covering her wound.
Spain and UK were next, and they didn’t know it yet. Her mind wandered to the children and youths that were being trained in special programs back in Russia. Those children were the next generation to cause a massacre on the world. The plan wasn’t going to end with her and the people she had worked with. No one was getting out. They were all in it till death.
Her attention was called back to the present as she heard voices from outside. Two people were shouting the name of a third person. She was willing to bet that the third person was either a young lady or a child and that the person was missing. She shook her head.
She had to stop this.
She pulled out her tab and turned it on. It was in incognito mode so that the organization couldn’t track her. She had uploaded a virus to the organization's main computer some days ago. She hadn’t installed it then since the time wasn’t right. Now, it was time to activate it from her device.