They couldn't start with an intern because they are all being screened almost every month, even the cleaners, all of them… of course, they are not screening the ones that actually steal money and are corrupt… even if yes, they just look past it, knowing this, the plan was simple for them.
Somehow they got the news that Takoi, the capital mayor, and the vice president wanted to eliminate the Bellini family. But they fucked up, so the cartel made the step toward Carter and Takoi. It was a blunt one, but it worked… but what they wanted was too much for Carter.
He is a corrupt person, but still, his country is his homeland.
Maybe that was why he died, maybe the cartel got fed up with his bullshit, because Takoi died too, and even then Carter still declined them and sent them the fuck away, threatening them with the military and agencies…
Yeah, even though Carter was a selfish, arrogant liar, even his own party hated him, he still chose to protect his country from foreign enemies… from terrorists. He did it, and in the process, he died… even though if the deal was better, he would have taken it in a second.
But no, they wanted something so outrageous. that it would send the country in a state like Dennus.
His good side came out that moment, the side that all politicians should behave like. He protected his country and protected its people from falling into more despair, falling into the same time when the gang wars, the mafia war was happening all day.
The suffering and despair of people… he chose to say no to it, the same Carter, that motherfucker who literally started this whole thing with Takoi, suddenly felt something about his country and its people… what a plot twist… but shit, he still died, and with his silence, nobody would truly know what happened until the Sinatra boss himself is sitting in that metal chair.
"We… need to screen the whole government…" Linda said as she looked up at James, her eyes wavering like she was losing it big time, because she thought that it is happening in the moment they're talking, that somebody is already going through documents, already making moves.
"Every single one of them, even the fucking interns, even the High Court… everybody." Benjamin said, and this time he was fucked up, stressing like shit. He only became a director weeks ago, and now in his head, in their head, the government was about to collapse.
"I don't think so." James said, and all of them looked at him. "I mean, Carter died and there aren't any moves, and let's say even if they got somebody inside, it would take years to actually notice it."
"But if we don't act now, who knows what type of connection they would have." Linda said, and now suddenly she looked at Benjamin with an expression that was doubting him. "You came only weeks ago…"
"Are you dumb? The president himself appointed me." He chuckled a bit, but it hurt him that Linda would actually accuse him, and well, he was worrying about her, because shit, she was losing it.
It would all fall on her, not even to mention if the DTA plan leaked out. If this whole shit comes out, it would be all their fault. Also, it would just send the whole country into chaos, nobody could trust anybody.
The only thing that they could do in that situation would be martial law.
A shot. A shot that shattered all of the thoughts in that moment.
James pulled the trigger, sending a bullet into Marco's head and finally it was over for him, no more suffering. But it wasn't over because James decided he double… triple or more like shot the whole magazine at Marco's head, chopping it up, sending flesh and his brain parts flying everywhere.
He died, of course he died. Marco didn't deserve to live, didn't deserve to breathe the same air as he breathed. He tried to kill him, he tried to kill his mother. He deserved death, with all its suffering.
Marco's story was over, with disappointment… rather than fight on the side of James, the man who he had the chance to stand proudly beside, to become actually a feared and influential gangster was over. A disappointment in all aspects.
But James also felt something in that moment, he just killed someone he knew, someone he talked with and someone who respected and feared in the early days… when he was pretending to be a boss when it was only the beginning.
Now standing in front of his mangled head while everything was covered with blood he too felt disappointed in Marco and in some way in himself too. He wasn't the same James and he felt it, no disgust about the blood, about the open head of Marco, no disgust about the torture, no he felt nothing about it.
He changed for the worst and will ever could wash it off the blood, the murder, the weight of the gun no, he could never forget it. He really was a gangster or worse than that.
The death silence, the dripping of the blood was only broken by one thing.
His phone. It was ringing with an unknown number.
He stared at it for a moment then picked it up, knowing very well that it could be anybody, the cartel, maybe Hector about Ferucci, but to his surprise it was actually somebody close to him.
"Mom? Yes, I hear you." He said, and his voice was just happy, like genuine happiness. "Yes, I… I'm home, nothing happened." He said, and with that, he turned around and walked out the room while his whole suit was covered by blood, splattered some brain, and his shining shoes were now too covered with vomit, water, and blood.
This was the moment Linda also understood and finally realized that James is completely changed, he was now a something that she could name, a monster yeah but that word wasn't fitting him… smiling, talking to the phone happily to his mother while he was covered in blood and all kind of shit from the guy he just blasted his head off… a devil.