173 Why I Became A Contractor: Part 11 (1/2)

Monday, 5th Of March 2018. 1900 Hours. Lynn's Planning Room.

Here I was, standing between the computer screen and the blank wall behind me. The breeze of the air conditioner hit me on the next as I finished reading my father's computer. The information about Sissy's father was adequate enough to put him in jail.

The problem was that the jury could be bribed and the attorney could be subdued. There was no other way besides killing him and wipe out his entire legacy. I wanted to do it in the most impactful way I could inflict to Sissy. My personal vendetta wasn't to her parents, but to her.

'Thanks, Papa,' I stood up from the chair after I turned my father's computer off. I would transform the whole room into a planning center for my future action in getting my personal vendetta. I opened the armory system app. I bought a new computer with three screens, a new whiteboard, and another heavy machine gun turret to guard that room for any intruder that might have the interest to open the files.

I put the whiteboard on the wall and started printing pages that contained the picture of Sissy and his father. I attached the pictures on another board with double-sided tape and connected it with a red bright marker. I really wanted this chain of revenge to be spectacular.

I also made a progression bar on Sissy's plot. It was a progression bar that I would fill every time I took care of one person. Eventually, I would come to Sissy at the end of the day and served her the dish with my bloody red hands.

Sissy's family tree was big and it became even bigger when I included every single relative that she had. In total, I had more than fourteen families that I need to take care of. I hadn't even mentioned that I also needed to take care of the business that Sissy had with the Ambrosia cartel.

I should start with the easiest target. The easiest target as of now was his little brother that was still in elementary school. His age was ten years old and I had a plan to get my revenge. I would need to study his routines first.

According to the Intel data files that my father got from stalking their family was that the youngest child Always left the house at 6:45 A.M and the driver would also take Sissy to her school as well. The elementary school ended at twelve and the boy had to come home alone.

The boy would usually use the bus or go home together with his friends which had the same direction as he was. It gave me an idea about what my next plot would be. This would be my brightest idea and I would get a decent amount of money from doing that. It was one simple plan to mirror what Sissy had done to me in the past.

Wednesday, 7th of March 2018. Sissy's little brother elementary-high school.

He was walking with a smartphone in his hand. He was truly a far richer person than I was at that point. I waited until he got out of the school gate and I would ask him some questions.

I approached that innocent boy. ”Eh, excuse me, but can you show me where conch alleyway is?” I asked him and he nodded at me. Her puppy eyes almost made me regret doing any of this, but revenge must be a priority.

”Sorry ma'am, but I have to go home as far as I can,” he refused politely, but I also had my excuse.

”I only need just a little bit of your time. You see, I need to visit my deceased parents in this town, but I never come here,” I said.

”Oh, I'm sorry to hear that ma'am. Follow me and don't be a late stranger.” He walked in front of me like a leader. He was very innocent, he even didn't think for a second that it might have to do with his sister's kidnapping and murder attempts.

Conch street could be reached if you turn left after the T junction. Conch street was used to be the main street before the new main street was built and thus leaving the conch street totally abandoned.

As I walked, I saw Echo's Chevrolet was parked near the T junction. Inside the car, there was Echo and Charlie waiting for me.

The car moved slowly following that little boy from behind as Charlie readied herself to kidnap that kid. She had opened the door and had a blue-tipped pistol on her hands. She might have a plan to poison him and made him unconscious.