CHAPTER XVII
Bobby Sanderson stared at the metal sample container on his little desk inside his corporate jet. He was now headed back to New York, his visit in LA cut slightly short by news of events in the North Sea.
The big TV with its matrix of feeds had one dominant story, the oil rig explosion, ticker tapes ran red on the bad news for his corporation. Bobby closed his eyes in meditation, what would it be like to do the unthinkable?
"Troubled.....brother?" whispered the voice in the dark corner of his mind.
"Shut up shut up shut up..." Bobby whimpered to himself.
He was torn, his beautiful empire was struggling and now he could see why, all those years ago when he saw the green lights in the sky he and his sister had somehow become linked. Every time his sister did wicked things to other people he became rich, and now she was in jail.
"That's right, brother....." confirmed the voice.
Mike could save him though, he was sharp and was great at marshalling money and resources when times were tough. He would help clear up the mess so Bobby could work his magic again.
"Do you really believe that......" Kimberly whispered.
"I told you to shut up Kim" Bobby grunted to himself.
"Doctor Matthews trusted you, didn't she? Told you what it could do, and you have the chains.." Kimberly continued.
Now the voice, his sister, was urging him to join up the dots, the resources available to him. She just wanted to make someone 'pretty' , and she had someone in mind, someone who wouldn't die, someone.....super.
"Give me the green dust, brother, and I can make her just weak enough......she will be my tapestry and you will be rich beyo..." Kim teased.
"Ok ok ok..... I'll do it ......just shut up ....." Bobby sobbed, almost distraught.
Bobby opened his eyes, his mind clear.
"What was that guys name.....Westland....." Bobby said as he raided his contacts list.
Bobby hit dial on his phone and waited.
Retired Major Thomas R Westland, had served with various special forces units and upon retirement had founded a 'private security' company, however this usually manifested itself as being mercenaries for hire. Bobby's corporation often crossed paths with the defence industry and the two men had known each other for a long time. The two trusted one another but what Bobby was about to ask might test the relationship.
"Hey.........it's me, Bob... ........Oh sure........it was one heck of a golf game wasn't it... ..listen I....have a proposition...... ..do you have a scrambler system there?"
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There was darkness, silence, peace and then gently the void was filled....
"Troubled, sister?" asked a voice in the darkness.
"Why are you in my head, Bobby....?" whimpered Kimberly.
"Don't you miss it.....sister?" Bobby hissed.
"Yes, but the screams....I had to stop them......" Kimberly whimpered.
"Bring me some luck, and I can help you......." Bobby's voice urged.
"You can't help me....." Kimberly said doubtfully.
"But I've found a way, sister.....a special plaything....and a special place...." teased Bobby.
"How......who........?" Kimberly asked, a sense of hope in her voice.
"The great Blue and Red....that Super blond haired, blue eyed Girl..." Bobby said.
"No, no....too strong..... I can't ...." Kimberly whimpered again in her half dream state.
"I have something to help you....it will make her weak....bring me some luck and I will show you....." Bobby's voice explained.
"But.....I am here...you can't help me...." Kimberly moaned.
"We are coming, sister...and then you will make her suffer...." Said Bobby sinisterly.
"If what you say is true then......good luck, brother" Kimberly said, her clenched up eyes watering with tears.
Kimberly opened her eyes suddenly. She was in the showers, water raining over her. Kimberly looked down and saw an inmate on the floor, naked, her throat beneath Kimberly's foot, she was still and lifeless.
Kimberly had killed again, Bobby's luck was about to change.