Part 4

Part 4

I grab her thumb on her right hand, placed it between the jaws, and squeezed then snapped her thumb backwards. Mrs. Cancade’s scream was deafening to say the least. I waited for her to calm down before I went onto the next finger, but while waiting patiently, Mrs. Cancade started rambling off about a Unicorn File and how she knows where it’s located if I was willing to allow her daughter and son to live. I walked out, with Cal walking closely on my heels leaving her alone in the room. I grabbed the phone because I didn’t know there was such a file out there.

“Steffanie, have you ever heard of the a Unicorn File?”

“Yes, that file holds information on everyone that is someone, even the King and Queens of England. Do you know where the file is?”

I abruptly hung up the phone, ran back into the room with a pen and paper. I told Mrs. Cancade that if she writes down everything we need to know, the code and the location of the Unicorn File that I would make sure that her son and daughter remains untouched. It  was like she started writing before I could finish my sentence. By this time Reonna came back, the information was noted; and I sent Cal and Elsey back out to take the boy to a safe location. Secure the property and make sure that the alarm codes on everything worked. They were advised to sit on the house until we get there but not to touch anything.

Reonna set up a route for them to take so we would have a clear view of them until they got closer to the Cancade’s campus. They took every precaution to stay out of sight, most roads they traveled down had minimal video feed but Reonna was able to tap into private surveillance cameras in order to have eyes on the ground. About an hour into their travels they finally reach the outskirts of the Cancade campus. We lost all video feed but Reonna somehow tapped into their surveillance without triggering any alarms.

“We’re in Sir. Her son is laying out near the pool, he seems to be by himself but I'll search the home cameras before Cal and Elsey get there.”

“Is this feed being recorded?”

“Not any longer Sir, I took over all controls. There’s no security on campus since both Cancades aren’t on the property.”

“Great, keep the team posted.”

“Will do Sir but if I may.”

“Go ahead.”

“The Cancade boy is a target, you won’t be able to keep your word with Mrs. Cancade.”

“Understood, confirm elimination when they call in.”

“Yes Sir.”

I walked into the room where Mrs. Cancade was being held and asked if she knew her son was a target. She started crying, shaking her head no but deep down, I know she knew his time was expired. I was trying to figure out why they would've left him behind since normally they all travel together.

“Please, it’s a misunderstanding. Please don’t kill my boy, kill me instead.” Mrs. Cancade pleaded

“You’re going to die either way. We aren’t the ones that put a target on his head, we’re the ones that carry out the mission. Just like your husband made sure that we were all blacklisted when he took over our taskforce. Your husband, with your help, turned all of our lives upside down. Because of the two of you we have no place to call home and every assassin in the World looking for us so no, excuse me if I have no fucks to give about your soon to be dead son.”

“I have more information that can get you off the blacklist.” Said Mrs. Cancade

“You have this all wrong Mrs. Cancade, we aren’t doing this to get off of the blacklist. We’re doing this to gain access to the other blacklist assassins. We are going to be the new faces of the CIA after we take out each of you spineless nay-sayers. We aren’t trying to get back into the group of men and women you tainted against us, we’re bringing our own team, our own division.”

“Robert said he should’ve killed you in Paris.”

“Your husband never seen me in Paris, he was too busy with the new Intern playing hide the Eiffel Tower.”

“You’re a liar.”

“And by now your husband is already dead and you’ll be meeting him soon. So, do us all a favor and shut the hell up before I torture you for the fun of it.”

“If I’m going to die anyway, what does it matter?”

“You’re right, what does it matter.”