Anonymous Part 1

Chapter 8 - Falling Right Into The Trap

NOTE- Hey don't forget to check out the spoiler pic above ;)
_____________________________________________________
Chapter- 8 Falling Right Into The Trap

Jimmy saw the caller Id as a smile crept to his face. " Hello Sir." His cockiness clear in his voice.

" Collins, what the f*ck do you think you are doing?", the shouting from the other side of the line only elevated his smug.
"Sir, I am just playing with them."
" Shut the f*ck up! You were supposed to kill that bitch. Why the hell is he still alive? And what was that sh!t with the crane and all.", Jimmy couldn't help but roll his eyes.
" Sir, you don't have to worry. I was just testing his new security. That was just for fun. And I promise you Sir, the next time I'll strike; Kent Stevens's death will be on every news channel."
" That better be done Jimmy. I want him dead. It has already taken too long."
" Kent is living on the borrowed time that I gave him Sir. I am going to give you more than you expect of me.", Jimmy hung up the phone with the sneer permanently sticking to his face.
Of all the names of victims from their list that he had striked, this assignment sure has been entertaining for him.
-------------------------------------

His phone kept buzzing but he didn't want to pick it up just yet. Just a few more minutes of sleep. His eyes stinged a bit. He squeezed his eyes tight shut and the buzz of his phone stopped.
He was about to slip back into his sleep when again the ring came from his phone. Without opening his eyes he tried to move himself towards his phone but the way his head floated in his skull with an ache, he stilled his body ignoring his cell again.
Now not just his eyes, but the headache welcomed him. The sunrays from somewhere were trying to penetrate and burn his eyes. He clutched them tighter as he shifted on his bed, digging his face deep into the pillow and away from the sunrays.
The phone started ringing again but this time even in his half sleep; Kent could recognize that was not his phone. So just that easily he chose to ignore it.
" Yeah... Who's this?", a voice reached his ear which made him frown. Who is there in his bedroom? He should be alarmed by this little information but his body was too tired to even move an inch. His headache didn't let him bother by that alien person who was speaking very close to him.
" Woah! Calm down Stu. What happened?"
Kent groaned in his sleep. Can't this world just let him have a few more minutes of peace? The shouting from that voice ringed in his ears acting like hammer beatings on his head. He dug deep into the pillow to hide himself from that racket.
" Huh? Yeah, I think sooooo... Lemme check..."
" Oh Yeah, He's here ...with me."
The voice was coming from somewhere very near to him. Probably from the bottom of his bed.
" Oh F*ck! Sh*t! No ... he is still asleep."
"What? Damn it Stu! Why didn't you wake us up earlier?"
" His phone? I don't know. Urgh! Please keep it down Stu, my head is beating the shit out of me."
" Okay... okay. I'll give him the phone, just wait."
" Its for you Stevens... wake up sleepyhead!"
Someone kicked him on the legs. Kent groaned even more but now someone was calling his name. He again tried opening his eyes but the sunrays stinged them even more.
This time the kick came so hard, that his body fell from that side of the bed. His eyes flew open in shock as he looked around. His body ached a little but his head was about to explode. He clutched his head squeezing his eyes tight shut once more.
" Wake up slowpoke. Its your assistant and she is about to lit your pants on fire." He looked around for the source of the voice. Finally he found Sean dragging his ass towards the bed as he threw the phone towards Kent.
He was still confused on what the hell was happening. First he looked at the phone in his hand and then at Sean who had slept again on the bed.
It was slowly dawning on him that he was not in his room. He kept the phone on his ear still suffering from the headache." Hello?"
" Sir? Are you there? Sir, we were supposed to be on the flight right now. You need to come to the airport as soon as possible."
" Stacy, my head is already floating. Why the hell do you want me to fly?"
" Sir, you had a meeting with Ms. Diana Furlong. We were to leave for Paris 1 hour ago." That felt like a splash of ice cold water that woke him up fully. He stood up from the ground wildly looking at his surroundings. The events from the last night slowly coming back to his memory.
Damn It! He was late. For the first time ever in his life, he was late.
"Shit! I'll be there as soon as I can Stacy." He hung up the phone as he ran to Sean.
"Wake up shithead! We are going!" Sean groaned but opened his eyes to look at Kent.
Kent rushed to the washroom to make him look a little presentable. He looked like crap. His bed hair was sticking in all direction as were his clothes from the last night. But he felt sick from inside. God! He needed coffee, a real strong one.
He washed his face with cold water 3-4 times. He ran his fingers through his hair to tame them a bit. F*ck! There was no time to go to his place and change his clothes for the meeting. He thought of doing that in the hotel before they go for the meeting.
He rushed out of the bathroom to see Sean still sitting on the bedside.
"Are you coming or should I go without you?" Kent asked rushing to the door.
" Urgh! How I wish we had an option like that." He heard Sean's voice as he disappeared in the washroom.
" Make it quick or I am leaving you!", Kent shouted trying to make the best of his bedraggled appearance.
--------------------------------------------
That was a really long day. Kent felt so tired from today's practice, it had really sucked the life out of him. He just wanted a nice warm shower and hit the bed. But what was coming tomorrow wasn't going to let him sleep tonight.