“I told you nothing is coming out my mouth, Lucas.” The Captain of Interpol sat down at his desk, swiveling around to face Lucas, the reporter for the Stockholm Gazette.
“Captain, you must tell me who is twenty. He is world-famous, and he doesn’t work for you and Interpol. I think the man could get away with murder as popular as he is now.”
“No one is above the law, not even Twenty,” the Captain said.
“Come on, give me something to put in my story. I’ll be sure Interpol gets all the credit.” Lucas pulled his note pad out of his pocket along with a pen and posed himself ready to write down what the Captain said.
“I don’t know anything more than you do. I got my knowledge from the Commissioner. You are wasting your time. You’ll have to find yourself another source.”
“There is another question for you, Captain, and it has nothing to do with Twenty. Answer it for me, and I’ll go away. Lucas had his pen ready to write.
The Captain straightened out in his chair and put both hands together on top of his desk. “Okay, ask your question and then get out.”
Lucas smiled as he looked at the Captain. “You are a lead Captain at this joint. Why did they put you in this shitty office?”
Looking around the room, the Captain chuckled. “This room is not bad; I’ve had worse. It’s everything I need: my desk, computer, printer and a couple of bookshelves. There is even artwork on the wall. That tapestry came out of my ancestral castle in Scotland. Just because it doesn’t look like it came of HQ Magazine doesn’t mean it isn’t a great office. Now, if there is nothing else, I want to get to work.”
“You didn’t answer my question completely,” Lucas stated.
“What did I leave out?”
“Why were you put in here when I know the other offices are professionally decorated.” Lucas swung his arm around in a circle indicating the entire office.
“They put me in here because I asked them to. It’s what I wanted. Now get the hell out of here and let me work.” The Captain smiled as Lucas stood.
“I know this is not your style, so something else is behind you having this office.”
“Lucas Arnold, if you do not leave this second, I will make you pay.”
“Now, now, dad, don’t get your Jockeys all twisted. I’m going. Thanks for letting me talk to you,” Lucas said. He opened the door and stepped out. He was sure to close it behind himself.
The Captain wanted to be sure Lucas left the building before he spoke. “All right, Twenty, you can come out now.”
The tapestry fluttered and then pushed out into the room. A man with jet black hair and baby blue eyes stepped out from behind. He had females panting after him as if they were in heat. “That secret room is a godsend for people like me who wants to keep hidden.”
“That’s all well and good, Twenty, but what do you have to report?” The Captain asked.
“The only thing I found out for certain is the Russian Prime Minister flew to the Seychelles to meet with the Vice President of America once a month for the past six months. Something big is in the works, but I don’t know what yet,” Twenty said.
“You have to go to the Seychelles and stay till you find out what is going on,” the Captain said.
“Are you sure you want me to stay. I think I should follow the Prime Minister. Especially since I’m already established in Russia.”
“You can follow him if you want, but you be on that island whenever there is a meeting. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, loud and clear. I’m to play the part of a spy instead of an assassin. Maybe you can change my nickname from Twenty to Killer.”
“That will never happen, Twenty. Your job is whatever I tell you to do. You’ve assassinated twenty world leaders over the years without any questions. You’re excellent on the job, and there won’t be any changes to your name.”
“Well, Twenty is a great number. I’ll leave now and get back to my dull life of bookkeeper for Putin.”
“Goodbye, Twenty, and please leave by the same route you came in.”
The tapestry fluttered, and Twenty was gone.