Dragon

[DerVVulfman]

Chapter Twenty Two
Bill

Roberts had left his quarters and was proceeding to one of the emptier decks. He’d decided not just to change Becky’s mission date, but the target as well. Counting himself, his young weapon-in-training, and the General, there were only nineteen people left on the twenty deck hovercraft now. He encountered no guards in this area. All the better.

He was thinking.

Calculating.

The assignment’s going to be dangerous, but it’s got to out do the one previous to it, or else there’s no learning experience, he thought. So it didn’t have to be more bigot militants, as long as there was risk and reward. But her emotional unpredictability was becoming a disruptive factor. If she died on one of the missions-- most likely from gunfire-- before Roberts was satisfied with his vengeance agenda, what could he do, then? That meant this latest target-- who would definitely be white -- MUST have immense impact on white society. Thus, if Rebecca died in the conflict, the war could still be won with one crushing blow.

Now Roberts decided the target for Becky’s fourth (and possibly last) assignment. This’ll be so beautiful, the doctor thought. He and that wife of his are already at Camp David. I’ll assign both of them as targets. Hilary wasn’t as popular as Bill, but she was just as influential. And just in case, I’ll start working on the mission camouflage. I don’t want it coming back to bite me.

Now he was feeling vastly better. Tomorrow was another day. The best day.