Typing away, I scoured the dark web for anything that could be linked to my list of deplorable fuckers.
It was also the best place to keep eyes on my number one mark, Abdul-Jamil Ascari, the head of the Central America division of Légion. The same bastard who made my life a living hell for two weeks. When I located that fat bastard, I was going to eviscerate his soul straight to hell.
I had plans for that fucker.
None of which included the Golden Skulls.
Ascari was mine to kill.
A ding sounded letting me know I had an encrypted message coming in. Clicking on it I read.
Phantom. Lorenzo needs your skills.
Why?
In trouble.
Fine.
What the hell had Lorenzo gotten himself into now? It wasn’t like I had better things to deal with. Why not add the playboy’s shit to my plate?
Shaking my head, I typed.
Contact info?
Cell # 312-555-1358
Running a back trace on the number, I found the cell located in New York City. Searching the nearest towers, I narrowed my search to a ten-foot radius and found him in located in Manhattan, near the south port in a highly secured building.
Secured my ass.
Laughing, I shook my head as my fingers typed fast across the keyboard, breaking through all the firewalls locating a computer I.P. address. Hacking into the computer, I activated the computers camera and smiled.
“Well, who are you handsome because you are not Lorenzo Valentinetti?”
Hitting my facial scan program, I leaned back in my chair and looked at the man on my screen. He was cute in a killer assassin kind of way. There was something familiar about him too. I couldn’t put my finger on it but I would swear I’ve seen him somewhere before.
It was his eyes.
I’d seen his eyes before.
Sighing, I clicked a key and opened a video chat. Too bad the cutie was only going to see my screen pic. It was rather genius of me too, I thought. A pair of handcuffs attached to a machine gun with a serpent winding itself around the weapon's stock. A homage to my past life. Not that anyone would ever figure it out.
Taking the bull by the balls, I said, “Next time you want to speak with me, call me yourself asshole.”
The handsome man grinned, crossing his arms, as his eyes narrowed. “You called me lady. Speaking of which, how did you get this IP Address?”
“Where’s Lorenzo?” I asked, ignoring him. I had shit to do and fucking around with this guy wasn’t it. I said nothing as I watched him start a back-trace. I would have laughed, if it was funny but thanks to Sypher and his uber skills, nothing was getting into my system, especially not some second-rate wannabe hacker.
“And who may I tell him is calling?” he asked, typing fast, looking at someone and nodding.
Huh, is someone there with you? Typing on my computer, I quickly found a second I.P. Address. God they were so cute. “Your worst nightmare. Put the Italian on the phone.”
Seconds later I heard, then saw Lorenzo as he walked into the room asking. “Is that her?”
“Yeah, it’s me. What do you want? Kind of busy here.”
“Sunshine Child.”