This is the last installment of the series, I hope you all enjoyed it! Please be polite in your comments, and let me know what you think. I have a couple more story ideas so I should be writing some more soon.
BLOW YOUR MIND, PART XVIII
Brandi looked up as a man entered the outdoor pavilion. As his text message had said, he was wearing a dark blue business suit, with a red tie. His sunglasses were tucked in his right chest pocket. He was an older man, not as old as Mr. Case, but certainly older than her.
"Target acquired."
Brandi brushed her hair back gently as the signal for "Roger" and watched as the man approached.
"Hello Naomi, so good to see you again."
Brandi smiled and stood up. She shook his hand and said "Mitch, it's been too long. Have a seat."
Brandi noted the man was very cool, calm and collected. His eyes were carefully scanning around, and he took the other seat that was up against the wall. She could tell he would have preferred her seat in the corner.
Brandi didn't glance over at Kandi who was sitting two tables away eating and talking with a nice-looking man. She of course didn't look like herself but was instead this man's wife. She had fried her this morning, assumed her form, and had "surprised" her husband with a lunch date. A quick boosted kiss in the car and the man had been programmed to Kandi's script.
And of course, two world class hitmen, or hit people to be accurate, were overwatching her. Brandi had called in her programmed hitman from the Dallas job, and Nicole. They had linked up, been briefed, and were covering her and each other.
Brandi smiled at that. Thanks to her programming they were both highly attracted to each other and after this job would likely be fucking each other's brains out before the night fell.
But the main focus was the man in front of her. Mitch, as he called himself.
The waitress, also programmed by Brandi earlier in the day, came by and took their orders and then gave Brandi the code word that nothing out of the ordinary had been observed. Brandi glanced over at the police cruiser that just happened to be parked there while the two cops watched the traffic. They had also been fried and programmed to hang around during lunch. In fact, several other diners were there on her instructions just in case.
The waitress left and Mitch looked at her a bit. Naomi was a fit black woman, a young lawyer in a Mobile Law firm. And she was right now tied up, unconscious from numerous orgasms, and well hidden in her apartment's back closet while Brandi borrowed her identity for the day.
Mitch looked at her for a while. He was a very controlled man, almost as cool as her boss Mr. Case. After a bit he said, "You are not what I expected."
Brandi didn't respond and just waited.
After a bit Mitch shrugged and continued. "I will get straight to the point. Your boss, Mr. Case, is dead. And so is just about his entire staff and organization excepting a few who were in on it, and you and your sister."
Brandi sighed. "Damn it. Who did it?"
Mitch glanced around and said "A man named Kenneth Barker." Mitch opened his suit jacket to show Brandi he had no weapon as he pulled out a small envelope. He opened it and slid her a photo. Brandi looked at it and said "I recognize him from the office. He was one of Mr. Case's Project Managers."
"Yes. He was also a sneaky little backstabbing fuck who played a very good long game. He's been gunning for your boss for nearly ten years. He was a sweep as we call them, and he handled several different jobs over time for your boss. It turns out he had been on the payroll for a criminal network for a long time. A network that Mr. Case had helped wreck a long time back. But some of the original members survived and harbored a big grudge. This was revenge and a chance to take over his business."
Brandi nodded as she looked over the other photos. Several men and a woman, with names on the back. She recognized one of them from some of her dark web work. A fixer, someone who could get anything. And he had dealt in some really nasty things.
Mitch leaned back a bit and said "This gang is really bad news. Mr. Case knew that some of them were guys he had helped bring down from before, but he didn't think they would come after him. To be honest, no one in the business did."
Brandi arched an eyebrow at that. "Who might that be?"
"Various members of the Alphabet Soup Club, including some from overseas. Mr. Case had a LOT of friends and wasn't as, how should I say it? Politically disinterested as you might have thought. There are a lot of folks, important folks, who are very mad at this incident."
"How mad exactly?" Brandi asked.
Mitch leaned forward and looked her straight in the eye. "Mad enough to cover for someone looking for some serious payback. If this gang didn't have some of the political connections that they do, they would be a grease stain by now. So, someone looking to pay them back for something, someone who is not part of anyone official? Well, that's just business. Especially this Kenneth."
The waitress arrived with their food and then left quickly. Brandi didn't touch hers and neither did Mitch.
"Right now, Kenneth has moved in and put the word out his group is replacing Case Consulting. He had been building another team to take over for a while."
Mitch picked up his suitcase and moved it so she could see him opening it slowly. There was nothing odd or off, and he pulled out a large file which he handed to her.
"That's his team. He's currently in Miami setting things up. He's having a few more issues than he thought as his operation messed up several major operations Mr. Case was working on and some of the clients are not happy. He will get them calmed down in a bit, but right now he's halfway in damage control and halfway in consolidation. A very opportune time to strike."
Brandi nodded. "It would seem so." She closed the file and looked at Mitch. He was still very collected, but she could tell he was getting a bit wary.
"What's up? You are getting nervous."
Mitch blinked and then snickered. "Damn, you ARE good. Mr. Case said you the best he had ever seen, and I see why that is. Sorry, but you are so calm and collected, not to mention so well disguised, that I am getting a bit thrown off. I deal with cold and calculating people every day, but you are just about the coldest. And you even have a twin I hear."