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Subject: {ASSM} Gray Shades of Evil (Prologue) {1/3}
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Grey Shades of Evil
By ElSol
Author's Note: This story has not been edited by my editor
(Consonant Smile). There will probably be another edit to this
when real life becomes less chaotic. This story has my Jason
antagonist's whose voice I am working with shorter stories to
develop into a larger piece.
Prologue: Three Months Before
The road was desert dusty; a driver would know anything at the
end of it was off the paved path. The truck contributing to dust
had seen much better years but had a few worse ones left. The
driver was paying attention to the bottle of beer the passenger
was swilling rather than the road. Their skin was darkened with
the passage of days in the sun. Their happiness at a stolen hour
with their patron's truck described life in simple pleasures.
Fucking, drinking, sleeping, driving; combining any that she let
them get away with. A perfect day would have been driving to a
bar where the word 'Migra' was a curse, drinking the balls to
talk to a pretty girl, a creaking motel bed, and a sleep with no
thoughts of tomorrow.
Neither noticed the dirty figure until it was almost too late.
The passenger screamed and reached for the steering wheel. The
truck went off the road, coming to a stop inches from a tree that
somehow thrived in the desiccation. The two men looked at each
other for a second afraid they had failed to avoid the figure.
They turned to the truck doors, and ran out to where they had
jettisoned off the road.
The figure was lying on the ground.
The men looked at each other again. She was wearing a dirt
browned white t-shirt and baby blue lace panties. They recognized
hunger from their own village but to see a white person, a girl,
with the look of days without a meal scared them.
This was 'Norte'.
They worked jobs that gringos did not callous their hands with.
Politicos made noise but the two men were as much a part of the
system as everyone who fought to push them back over the border.
'El Norte' did not include green-eyed blonde women looking at
them with more fear than either seen before. Even covered in
grime, the beauty of a tele-novela female lead was obvious in the
girl.
It added to their fear. They recognized a scion of privilege in
the thousand ways those without can. She reached out a hand to
them. They watched as her eyes changed from fear to pleading
hope. They turned to look at each other before committing
themselves.
They could have abandoned her and no one would have known. Many
of the steps towards a better life had been for family and an INS
ticket home was a blow to them as well. Neither looked at each
other again as they picked the woman up and placed her in the
truck cab. They did not need to say that going back to the patron
was not an option. It was silent judgment of a man who lived well
from other people's dreams.
They looked towards the end of the road that they could not see
through a now protective dust. The passenger did not say anything
when the driver turned the truck around.
It was a long drive to the city. They had both made the crossing
before and managed few months before being caught. They knew
where the woman would be helped and shrugged fatalistically at
the thought of questions, accusations, and eventual deportation.
The patron would be there to take their money for another
attempt.
The passenger was comforted by the woman's sobs of relief
against his chest. The driver was happy with knowing he had not
given up the sleep that abandoning her would have cost him.
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Grey Shades of Evil
By ElSol
Prologue II: One Month Before
"Senator" the quiet man said in welcome as the last guest walked
into the tastefully expensive hotel room.
The Senator was dressed with the elegance of being born with
class. The quiet man was dressed as if it might be necessary to
blend into the furniture. The last man in the room wore the face
of barely hidden guilt.
The Senator sat down and looked at his co-conspirators. It was a
hard word to a politician with the money to buy himself.
"Emil" he said to the man by the window. The pain in Emil's eyes
was not hidden when he turned and sat in the last available
chair.
"How is your youngest daughter?" the quiet man asked the
Senator.
"Afraid!" the Senator barked.
The quiet man simply nodded and looked to Emil.
"Catherine Stewart was my lover." Emil said suddenly.
The quiet man nodded thoughtfully. The Senator looked at him
realizing the content of Emil's outburst had not been a secret.
"She was one of my best agents," Emil said quietly. "I
personally tasked her to investigate the kidnappings of your
daughters."
The Senator remembered thinking how much the agent Emil had sent
out resembled his oldest daughter. It burned in his gut that it
was in his home state that their lives had been taken. The
burning raged whenever he thought that he did not even have the
comfort of a body to bury. He had chosen the silent path and it
had cost them another bodiless funeral.
"That county is a hellhole," Emil said to no one in particular.
"I've read her reports. None of the resident will talk. They just
about feed you to the wolves themselves. Considering your
daughter's mental state when she was found, we were right to make
a quiet investigation instead of coming down on that town."
The Senator nodded angrily.
"Catherine wanted me to divorce my wife," Emil said without
thinking. "I sent her out there because I wanted her to..."
The other two men looked at each other but said nothing.
"I sent her down there and they sent her back with only half her
face. The doctors say it was human teeth that did it. Whatever is
down there cost me the life of a good agent; her partner will
keep quiet about the preliminary investigation no matter what
happens."
Emil looked at the ceiling trying to hide the seconds of relief
that he had felt when Catherine died. Those seconds were his
guilt; that for instants his thoughts had been for the things her
death had preserved.
"She was pregnant," Emil said. "The doctors say she would have
known but she did her job anyway."
There was a long silence.
"What is this?" the Senator asked rhetorically.
"A righteous evil," the quiet man said. He thought of it as
murder himself but that was only a legal definition.
"This is righteous?" Emil asked out loud.
"What about you, John? You haven't lost a child or a lover to
these animals," the Senator said ignoring Emil.
John looked away to think of how best to reply. He shrugged
internally deciding both men were over the barrel enough that the
truth could not improve their positions.
"You came to me, Senator," John said looking him.
The Senator nodded his acceptance of the point.
"Chits from the Director of the FBI and the Senate Chair of the
Intelligence Committee have a certain value when you run agencies
that the public does not know about," John continued.
The two men nodded understanding of how far out they were out
from the Washington playbook.
"Unfortunately, the death of Catherine Stewart has
repercussions." John said as if each word were a step in a
land-mined field. The Senator and Emil looked at each other with
twin looks of surprise.
"I have hopes for her younger brother," John said. "I can make
no attempts to keep the details of her death from him."
"I don't understand the problem?" the Senator said looking from
Emil to John.
"Catherine was an adult so Emil's life can be saved." John said
quietly. "No one else involved will survive this."
"One person isn't enough, Catherine had a partner and it did not
help!" the Senator said sitting forward. "You're going to send
someone else to die?"
"It's okay, Richard." Emil said leaning forward.
The Senator looked at Emil with a question in his eyes.
"John's and my agency share some of the same behind the scenes
people," Emil said looking at John. "I had forgotten he worked
for you."
Emil turned to look at the Senator.
"None of the psychologists will be alone in the same room with
him after they interview him," he told the Senator.
"We fear what we don't understand?" John said with a smile.
"You don't fear him?" Emil asked harshly.
John looked away.
"I didn't say I understood him," John replied finally.
"So what will point him in the right direction?" Emil asked
John.
"I'm going give him Catherine's last reports, her death
certificate, and a copy of her autopsy tape." John said
tonelessly.
"That's it?" the Senator asked standing up and pacing around the
room. "Haven't you read the reports, dammit? No one is dangerous
enough to take these people on alone."
John's smile of amusement stopped the Senator.
"Catherine's baby brother isn't dangerous, Senator." John said,
"He's..."
John looked out the window for a couple of seconds and with the
smile of having done the difficult word in a crossword puzzle
first finished.
"Indiscriminate"
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