Fifty
Maxim
Three days before New Year’s Eve
When we setoff from my new Brighton Beach compound, satisfaction filled me as I stared out onto the world with a view from between the driver and passenger seat.
Now, I sat in the backseat.
Now, someone drove me.
Five minutes into the journey toward the Irish-owned warehouse, I got a notification on my phone.
Arson attacks attributed to the New World Sparrows on one of New York City’s most beloved landmarks.
When I clicked into it, I read some of the article.
Today, as the city still reels in horror from the brutal attack against an intrinsic part of our culture, the country waits for more news of this ever-pervasive group of people who have wormed their way into our republic.
With the world watching, Savannah Daniels will be live today on Channel Four, detailing how she discovered the traitors who have riddled our society like a cancerous tumor.
As I was reading, another news notification pinged.
Chief Justice of the Supreme Court arrested for ties to the New World Sparrows. Dramatic footage shows the moment the keystone of our justice system was arrested under The Patriot Act.
I arched a brow in surprise at both news’ items. I knew the Irish were working hard to take down the Sparrows, wasting precious resources on something that wasn’t their business, but that the Chief Justice was a Sparrow came as a surprise.
Yet another notification had my phone buzzing.
A stunning reel of names exposed by Savannah Daniels, reveals the extent of the NWS’ infiltration into our democracy. The Speaker of the House, Andrew Litten, Generals Ozarc and Lindenstein from the Joint Chiefs of Staff, as well as the Head of Homeland Security, Secretary Robert Pansen, were all arrested under The Patriot Act.
Amused, I barked out a laugh.
"America says it is so democratic," I mocked, calling out to Kirill, my new Obschak. "And yet, it’s keystones are all fucking Sparrows." I cackled my glee at the aftershocks these revelations would have on the nation, and then, before I could celebrate too much, my phone rang.
The second I saw the name on the Caller ID, I hit the privacy button so Kirill and Tima, my Sovietnik, my security man, wouldn’t be able to hear me, and hit the ‘connect’ button.
“Victoria, I’m glad you received my gift."
There was silence on the other end of the line.
A silence loaded down with the sound of her breathing.
"All is well,katyonok?" I asked eventually. Her silence didn’t perturb me, but I would be reaching my destination soon and I didn’t want to rush her.
A small sigh escaped her. "I shouldn’t be calling you."
"The phone is for emergencies, Victoria."
"Emergencies?"
"In case you ever need someone to help you out of a dangerous situation," I told her quietly, wondering if she understood how precarious her current predicament was.
She pondered that for a second, then asked, "Why do you keep sending me gifts?"
I supposed I had my answer.
"Did you like them?"