Post by Awesome Stick Labor on Nov 19, 2017 2:36:44 GMT
November 16, 2017 - 10:30 PM
Three hours later, that same evening...
It was, truly, one of the longest nights in James Gilmore's life.
It was as if time seemed to stop at a certain moment in history, when everything became as clear as crystal.
He sat behind his familiar desk in his office, eyes focused on the computer screen as he prepared to exit the Star Trek Online game after a couple of hours' worth of enjoyment. Yet on this cool, star-filled night along the Texas coast, the Islander alum's mind soon turned its attention back the small brown box that sat on the middle of his desk with the "For Your Eyes Only" inscription in black marker.
He stared at the package that was given to him by the longtime CCPD detective and single mother Abby Faulkner, taking a deep breath as he slowly cut the tape and lifted the lid. His gaze didn't falter as he read a small newspaper clipping with a headline that read:
James gritted his teeth, balling up his right fist as he delved further into the article. It was clear that everything he had known about Ricky Grawn and his niece was wrong from the very beginning--that they were, in truth, Democratic Socialists running favors for the recently elected Corpus Christi mayor Melina Gonzales. James' blood began to boil, for it had dawned upon him that his suspicions were correct.
He felt betrayed. Hurt...
...yet it was only the beginning.
James shouldered on, eventually pulling out an unlabeled CD and stuck it into the disk drive. He unplugged his headset and listened as a recording began to play automatically, his eyes widening upon hearing the sultry voice of none other than Lindsey Grawn herself.
Gilmore sighed, his face becoming redder by the second as he listened intently to the conversation.
He snarled at the insult about his cruise ship girlfriend Yulia as the mental pain began to insert itself deep into his soul.
"That fuckin' bitch...," Gilmore thought to himself as the short, yet pointed spiel came to an end, but not before Lindsey could be heard delivering one final remark.
The audio recording ended, and James Gilmore stood up, seething as he walked toward his window and peered at the nighttime skies above, looking down at his private beachhead. He sighed as he panned over towards his calender, where he had a specific date circled on it with a red marker...
...that date was November 21st--Lindsey Grawn's birthday.
She and Ricky were going to be at his villa for the "party"...and try and finish the task that the hitman could not finish.
But James Gilmore and Company were not about to let that happen.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Three hours later, that same evening...
It was, truly, one of the longest nights in James Gilmore's life.
It was as if time seemed to stop at a certain moment in history, when everything became as clear as crystal.
He sat behind his familiar desk in his office, eyes focused on the computer screen as he prepared to exit the Star Trek Online game after a couple of hours' worth of enjoyment. Yet on this cool, star-filled night along the Texas coast, the Islander alum's mind soon turned its attention back the small brown box that sat on the middle of his desk with the "For Your Eyes Only" inscription in black marker.
He stared at the package that was given to him by the longtime CCPD detective and single mother Abby Faulkner, taking a deep breath as he slowly cut the tape and lifted the lid. His gaze didn't falter as he read a small newspaper clipping with a headline that read:
GRAWNS TO DONATE $50,000 TO SOCIALIST FUND
Ex-Wrestling Champion Ricky & Niece Lindsey Guests At Gonzales Rally
Ex-Wrestling Champion Ricky & Niece Lindsey Guests At Gonzales Rally
James gritted his teeth, balling up his right fist as he delved further into the article. It was clear that everything he had known about Ricky Grawn and his niece was wrong from the very beginning--that they were, in truth, Democratic Socialists running favors for the recently elected Corpus Christi mayor Melina Gonzales. James' blood began to boil, for it had dawned upon him that his suspicions were correct.
He felt betrayed. Hurt...
...yet it was only the beginning.
James shouldered on, eventually pulling out an unlabeled CD and stuck it into the disk drive. He unplugged his headset and listened as a recording began to play automatically, his eyes widening upon hearing the sultry voice of none other than Lindsey Grawn herself.
"The little bastard James Gilmore is still alive...I gotta admit, he is one tough nut to crack."
Gilmore sighed, his face becoming redder by the second as he listened intently to the conversation.
"He was only good to ME 'cuz he had that tattoo on his dick...the aMake America Great Again' one that Russkie Yulia made for him."
He snarled at the insult about his cruise ship girlfriend Yulia as the mental pain began to insert itself deep into his soul.
"...pfffft, fuck yeah! I was the one who leaked his sex tape, that phony positive PED test result, AND used one of his tweets with the racist term against him in his campaign for mayor."
"That fuckin' bitch...," Gilmore thought to himself as the short, yet pointed spiel came to an end, but not before Lindsey could be heard delivering one final remark.
"Uncle Ricky, let's finish the job on MY birthday. James will learn by then...never trust a Grawn."
The audio recording ended, and James Gilmore stood up, seething as he walked toward his window and peered at the nighttime skies above, looking down at his private beachhead. He sighed as he panned over towards his calender, where he had a specific date circled on it with a red marker...
...that date was November 21st--Lindsey Grawn's birthday.
She and Ricky were going to be at his villa for the "party"...and try and finish the task that the hitman could not finish.
But James Gilmore and Company were not about to let that happen.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Well howdy there pardner.