The problem with Alpha Ian

Teach me how to kill

"Harmony, don't you dare leave. Please god bring her back" Crying, I hug her limp body feeling her blood stick to my arms and knees. "Please sissy don't leave me, I need you" I hear the police sirens in the background but I can't focus on anything other than Harmony.

"Hands where I can see them" I hear someone yell.

Slowly, I raise my hands.

"What is your name?" One of the officers asks, his gun still pointed at me as the other one quickly checks my sister's pulse. He somberly shook his head.

"Calliope sir, I'm Calliope Evans and this is sister Harmony. We were going to lunch but she didn't show and-" My sentence gets cut short by uncontrollable sobs.

I close my eyes, trying to forget the pain I felt that day as I scan the rest of the contents in the manila envelope. Bellow the crime scene photos read the following.

'Dear Calliope,

It has been 8 years since the murder of Harmony Evans. Police told  your family that it had been a robbery gone wrong but I know the truth. Your sister was working with me to uncover a series of murders in the area. We suspected they were committed by some police officials who are allied with Michael Costello. You might not recognize the name but he owns hundreds of hotels across the country and is currently one of the highest paid drug dealer's. He gave the order to have Harmony killed; she got too close to exposing him. She had finally gathered all of the information we needed to bring Michael and his organization down but they got to her first. This time around, I won't make the same mistake.'

I turn the page, trying to process everything as I continued reading.

'Our plan had been to bring him down to justice, but I realize now that it wasn't the best approach. Costello is too powerful; he has too many people working under him. Police officers, politicians...people who can get rid of someone with the snap of a finger. The only way to stop him completely is to get rid of him first, now you may be wondering why I took the time to contact you. Harmony's death has to mean something; I am willing to give you the necessary tools for you get pay back for your sister's death. This is not a game, I am no longer trying to get him to jail, what I am looking for is to cut the head of the snake off. If you agree, your ultimate goal will be to kill Michael Costello. I am giving you a chance to avenge your sister's death; I will also give you the tools to do it. You will have the assistance of 3 very qualified individuals whom I will name after you agree.

If you are willing to go through with the plan, you will fly to New York and stay at the Oliv hotel where you'll get your next instructions.

P.S. Use the card.

Regards,

Oracle'

And the bottom of the manila envelope there was a black card with my name on it.

Any other person would probably be outraged or scared at the contents but I just felt hope. Never did I think I would have a chance to get rid of the anger that was eating me from the inside out.

And so, I made the not so logical decision and did exactly what this supposed Oracle told me to do.

The Oliv hotel was nothing like I expected it to be; as I look around I see velvet walls with golden patterns, polished marvel floors and a chandelier hanging proudly on the tall ceiling. Light chatter could be heard throughout the lobby and the ding of the elevator could be heard every few minutes.

Feeling extremely underdressed compared to everyone else who was wearing business clothing while I had on a worn down orange hoodie with purple sweatpants and brown astronaut looking boots. I wasn't even matching.

As I approached the desk the guy behind it eyed me up and down. The smile never left his face but I could still tell he was ready to call security and kick me out.

"How may I help you today miss" The guy whose tag read "Dustin" greeted me.

"I need a room" I had not taken what Oracle told me lightly, I used the card to buy the plane ticket and now I am going to use it to buy a room.

He stared at me for a second then nodded "Sure thing, what is your full name and how many people are with you?"

"It's just me, my name is Calliope Evans" I state.

"Okie dokie, that would be $789.00" I almost faint when he tells me the amount but just hand him the card.

Dustin swips the card and types on his computer. "It seems like you already have a room in this hotel"

"I do? What room number?" I ask, knowing that this was definitely part of the plan

"I am sorry but I can't tell you the number of anyone's room" Dustin apologizes as he hands me back my credit card.

"You will not just tell me the number, you will also be giving me the key card to open said room" My tone is firm as I say this.

"I apologize but I can't"

Crossing my arms, I muse "Are you telling me that you will not give me the number and key of a hotel room that has been paid under MY name with MY credit card?"

For the first time since I saw him, Dustin looked nervous "No, um Room 801, here's the key" Grabbing it, I head towards the room not even bothering to thank the guy.

My heart starts beating as soon as the elevator doors close. This is it; this will be the turning point in my life. I pondered on whether I could go back home and forget about this whole thing but it's already too late. I dumped Brett and quit my job, I have to do this.

I was too busy with my mental turmoil to notice the man who is inside the elevator with me talking rapidly into his phone. He was holding a briefcase and wearing a tailored suit. His hair was gelled back which made his receding hairline more noticeable. Very, very noticeable.

"May I help you?" I was too busy staring at his hair to realize he was no longer on the phone.

"No you may not" I answer, my tone clipped. I am in no mood for elevator talk.

"How much do you charge?". He asks as he looks me up and down. "Can't be much if you're dressed like that"

I scoff at him in disbelief  "Are you insinuating I am a hooker?"

He shrugs, "All I'm saying is that I wouldn't mind paying a little something for your company tonight

"I am not a hooker." I seethe, my fist balled.

The elevator doors open and he smiles devilishly, showing his white but crooked teeth. "I will be at the casino tonight if you change your mind."

Then he exits the elevator, leaving me feeling disgusted and slightly scared.

A few seconds later the doors open on my designated floor.

Room 801 was not hard to find, it was conveniently right next to the stairs and had a 'DO NOT DISTURB' sign on the door.

  I stood in front of the door for about 10 minutes, debating whether I should go in or not. What would I find in there? Will Oracle be in there? Will the people that are supposed to help me be in there?

And so, taking a deep breath I swipe the card and watch the door click open.