The morning was clear; the morning sunshine was bright in the east. The birds were singing the praises of a clear morning. Everything looked cool, sounded cool and even the smell of the flowers outside Rodney’s house had penetrated to his house right to his bedroom. Rodney has just opened his eyes, but was still in bed. The whole house was littered, it was clear that no one had bothered to tidy up the house. Rodney looked at his watch and node his head.  The day was Wednesday. He could not tell the last day he was out of his apartment. He spent most of his time drinking alcohol, sleeping and watching the television. He had enough food and alcohol to run him for a few more days. This had gone on for the last three months.

He sat on the bed and seemed to think about something. Rodney remembered the chilly morning three months ago when a police officer knocked at his door. He had just woken up in a jovial mood and was having breakfast with his family. He directed his wife to open the answer the door bell as he reached for his briefcase ready to go for work. His wife opened the door and the police officer asked to come in. Rodney returned the briefcase to the table where it was and invited the officer to sit down. Without wasting time the officer went straight to business. He was here to inform him that his only sister had been murdered. She had been discovered that morning in a motel room with a gunshot in her head. Rodney could still remember the words the officer used…”I am sorry she is dead”…the words rang in his mind all day for the last three months. His sister was the only family he had. His parents had died a few years back from cancer and there was no other family he knew. His sister was now gone.

In the last three months, he had managed to screw his whole life. He no longer went to his office where he ran a security consultant company.  His wife left him together with their two children in the first months when his troubled lifestyle became a risk to the children. He now lived alone in the apartment.  All he thought about was his sister. His parents had instructed him to take care of her but he had failed them. He could not comprehend that.  He could not forgive himself for not taking care of her. He did not protect her. This anger consumed him. The police had informed him that they were following a few leads but to now nothing concrete was forthcoming.

At the age of 18 years, he joined the army. After serving for twelve years, he left the army and started his own company. His sister was eighteen by the time he left the army. Two years after starting the company, his mother died and his father followed six months later. He managed to take his sister through college and she was to graduate in three months time. He left his company at the care of his assistant Nikita who was more than capable of handling things.

Rodney got up and moved to the fridge. He took a bottle of whisky and took a sip straight from the bottle. He turned on the television and sat back on the sofa not really watching the television.  Time seemed to stand still. After staring at the television for almost thirty minutes, he went to the kitchen and prepared some breakfast. With eggs and bread on a plate in one hand and coffee on the other hand, he proceeded back to the living room and sat down ready to eat. However, a breaking news bulletin caught his attention. It was about another girl who had been murdered the same way as his sister. The girl was also from the same college as his sister. His adrenaline level went up. He was breathing like a mad man.

Rodney rushed to his bedroom and got hold of his jacket. He took his car keys and went out. He forgot all about the breakfast sitting on the table. He did not even switch off the television.

Out on his door was his neighbor. She was just about to knock on the door when he opened the door on his way out. She tried to talk to him asking if he was alright but he was in a hurry. He was in the parking in no time and he drove off. First, he went to the crime scene where the girl had been killed. It was also in a motel room. Something was going on, this was not a coincidence. The police were all over the place and he could not access the crime scene. He lingered around the place for a few minutes and then drove off. He went straight to his office.

Everybody was astonished to see him in the office. He looked very untidy. His hair was uncombed and grown bigger than his usual. His beards too were bigger. He went straight to his personal office and opened the safe. He took some money and a Semi-automatic pistol. He made a few calls and then left his office. He drove straight to his house and straight to the bathroom.  He trimmed his hair and beards. He looked alive again, he noticed the house was untidy and instructed the apartment caretaker to tidy the house up on his way out. Back to his car he drove to a nearby hotel and ordered some food. He ate in a hurry and also drank a cup of coffee.

His next stop was the police station where he asked to speak to special agent Michael. The agent was in charge of his sister’s investigation case. He inquired about the case but was disappointed to learn that nothing concrete had been found. The police were following up on several leads about something drug cartels. Back in his mind Rodney thought that there is no way that his sister could have been mixed up with drug cartels. She was so focused with her life and was looking forward to starting her first job he had got her in a local technology company. His thought were disrupted by a voice that sounded familiar. It was his long time friend Mcgruber.  They had gone to school together and he was now a detective. They talked for some time and Mcgruber had time to relay his condolences. He went out and drove back to his office. He was a different man than he was that morning.

Back in the office, most of the employees were out for lunch, he sat in his chair and thought. He then called Nikita his assistant and inquired about how the company was running. She made a few explanations as sorted out some papers in his table. There were a few letters dressed directly to him some as old as two months but still unopened. He started opening them one by one. Most of them were condolences cards from his friends and colleagues. He had no time to read them and he disposed them in the bin sitting in the table side.

He embarked on making more calls. First he made a call to his army friend Danny was still active. He was asking for some help with weapons. After a minute conversation, they agreed to meet in a local club at 7 pm. He had a few hours before the meeting. He called his wife and talked to his daughter and son. He smiled for the first time in three months. His wife was living at her father house with her father who was alive but old.

After speaking with his family, Rodney took some time to look around his company. At around 4 pm, he called an emergency management meeting in the boardroom. The meeting was attended by department heads. He informed them that he will be away for sometime more time and he expects them to run the company effectively. Nikita was in charge of everything and was allowed to call him in case of anything that she could not handle.

The meeting ended at around five and he drove off to the club where he was to meet his army buddy. He still had some time before his friend showed up and he decided to order some time. He had no appetite for beer and for a man who have been drunk for three months, it was astonishing. Five minutes past seven and Danny showed up carrying a bag. The buddies hugged and went straight to business. Danny opened the bag and Rodney looked inside. With a node of the head, Danny closed the bag, placed it between Rodney’s legs and left the club. Five minutes later Rodney left and drove home and he did not leave the house that night.

The next morning he woke up at 7 am, went straight to the shower. All types of guns were laid on the living room table cleaned and ready for work. Dressed in blue jeans and a white muscle shirt, he left the house with all the guns in the bag. He went to his car and sat there for some time holding on to the sterling. He could not let it go. He had to revenge his sister’s death. Forgiving and forgetting was not his thing, he was embarking on a deadly mission of revenge. He drove off in to the highway at high speed.

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