The BrotherChapter 9, Alan Michaelis
The Don of the Family
When Alan Michaelis, the man who talked to Governor Mazikiel Aldron Dramice, he demanded that he wants to be part of their works in whatever they were doing. This man, as you know it, owns three industries in the city of Alacius: The M Corporation, The M Bioresearch Industry, and The M Tech Weapons & Robotics. Each one of them were own by him. This man as you know it, is an enthusiastic, motivated man who is eager to monopolize for power. What he only desires are money and power.
When governor left the building, he sure was pissed off. His driver was there as he opens the door for the governor to get in. Mazikiel was so angry that he used his telekinetic powers to destroy a fire hydrant as it explodes into dust.
Alan stares at him from the second floor, holding his glass of wine on his palm as he puts his left hand behind his back. He gave him a straight and a serious looking face as his eyes was looking down from below. He didn’t move his head except for those eyes he had on Mazikiel.
At that moment, they both knew that they were at war.
9 a.m. in the morning…
Fat, husky, but yet strong like any other endomorph bodybuilders, he always like to wear a fancy tuxedo outfit whenever he goes on a business meeting. He even sometimes wears it to go out on a date to a fancy restaurant whenever he feels like it with his wife. His wife, the most beautiful, dazzling lady sure did got some curves. This lady as you know it, was very seductive. No man cannot put their eyes away from this beautiful sexy lady—well, except for Alan. He could since he is married to her. Also, as we speak about his fancy, dashing outfit, most of the time, he wears it to show it off that he’s the Don.
His partner, or should I say, his adopted Asian brother, Zai Tomaku, who is sitting right next to him in a limousine car, he is the boss of all twelve departments in the underground, killing zone place. Each twelve departments are rankings of assassins. Also, each ranking are different from each other. If you are a rookie, you are twelve. Zai, on the hand, is a rank number one. He gets the job done fast in about in three days before any average Joe cops comes and find him. Not even the Bureau Deputy Enforcer (B.D.E.) has not yet found him since his works are met to be perfection. He was a true assassin, a king of all lesser assassins to which not one can do of what he did. Zai, the leader of the twelve departments, works for Alan. Technically, he is Alan’s right hand man. There is no one else who can replace him.
While they were leaving their turf, Alan has some suspicion on Governor Mazikiel Aldron Dramice, or should he say in his head, ‘The Governor of Evil Plans.’
Alan was looking at his cell phone as the hologram pops out from the screen.
“Zai, I will be heading to the M Bioresearch Industry and the M Tech Weapons & Robotics. I need to see Dr. Berns Vasilov. I’m gonna have a few words with him about our project that we are on.” Then he took a breath as he didn’t pause on his talk with a moan. “I will be seeing you shortly after my schedule has been planned.”
Zai looked at him as he was listening. “What time will I meet you?”
“13 a.m., close to noon,” as he puts his cell phone away in his jacket pocket. “Bring your men from department three, two, and one. Call them because we are going to have a meeting. Our next target is to kill the governor.”
“But didn’t you support him?”
“I did. Well, I did it because he had something that I want. He was friend, but that was yesterday. Yesterday’s friends are now our enemies.”
Zai chuckled from those words that Alan said.
“Wow, that’s pretty ruthless of you for saying that,” said Zai.
“He was planning to kill me since one of my men, to which he doesn’t know, are spying on him as a security guard. Words spread out that he wasn’t even a Tyrenkian. The world doesn’t know about that—only the upper class knows about it.”
“What did he say?”
“He says that he wants to kill me in secret as he tries to take back of what we stole from him.”
“Which is?”
“That alien technology, of course. Do you remember that we put it underground of the M Tech Weapons & Robotics while the other half went to the M Bioresearch Industry?”
A light bulb came into Zai’s head. He now got that clue. “Yeah…I remember. That was ten years ago. I think that was in the year of 2990?”
Alan sighs as the limousine stops at the front of the M Bioresearch Industry, pushing the seatbelts away from him when he detaches it.
“D’yep. Well, if he’s gonna put up a fight, I got something better to stop him. We will talk about this later at 13 a.m. at Houvare Street.” Then he opens the door of the car. “Be seeing you soon,” as left the car while he was fixing his blue tie with grey stripes.
Inside the M Bioresearch on the top floor, everything looks all like first class structure. Imagine you were going inside to a skyscraper building on the first floor. Busy people going on a rush hour as they go in and out, there were lot of noises like papers and phone calls, and there’s a huge DNA statue that was built on the first floor as it reaches to the seventh floor. This building as you know it, has forty floors that also includes two basement floors.
Alan was walking straight away towards the elevator. He pushed the button as the door opens. Then he enters the elevator and presses the second basement floor for the employee section, or should I say, ‘The Classified Room.’ He pulled out his card to show proof that he works here. The scanner that is attached on those control panels and buttons, scanned his card. The green lasers flashes out while it was scanning it. Then a ding sound that came from the elevator shuts the door as Alan puts his card away in his pocket.
Down in the basement of the second floor, Alan greets himself to Dr. Berns Vasilov, a Bustovanian scientist who studies on animals and Tyrenkian research in the medical field.
“Poiviat vraschiqué (Hello doctor),” said Alan, as he was trying to be polite by speaking Bustovanian’s language to Dr. Berns Vasilov. Although, he wasn’t fluent at it, at least he was trying to be polite.
“Ah, poivïat Gospien Alõ Mîkhïel (Good Morning Mr. Alan Michaelis). Haoo ah you doing,” as he gave a thick Bustovanian accent.
“Very good. I came to see the specimen that we captured in 2990.”
“Ah, vell…he’s doeing petty good, yah know? Ya told me toe d’raise it vell ever since it vas a child in that alion thest thoob.”
“Have you tested his blood to what I said?”
“Abot that, he’s not…vell…ya know…not kight d’ready yet,” as he gave a faint hope expression like a no-no thingy. “Vi tried on animals and it thon zout to be a c’drazy animal. I had to kill the animal oh else, vi all die here in this lab.”
“What!” as Alan was outraged about this. “It didn’t work?”
“No…” he replied as he shook his head. “His blood is magnofaxant—super fast healing that I’ve never saw my vole l’entire life,” said Dr. Vasilov as he was excited to tell this to Alan.
“Yea, yea, yea…I’ve seen it,” as he replied indifferently. “Have you neutralized his blood?”
“I’ve tried Mikhiel. His blude is too strong. My team membah have tried it. Venever vi put his blood into an animal, they thon into monsters like him. Havever, only him culd only contain it xer.”
Alan was walking around in frustration. He wants this creature’s blood right now in order for him to sell this to the medical field for money. Also, he was about to change the blood to be put on soldiers so they can have super healing powers.
“Whatever you do, doctor…I need that serum to be completed. I got men who want this blood on demand and they are paying me, you, and this whole entire company to make you filthy rich,” as he was concerned while moving his hands at Dr. Vasilov. “Well, I am rich already,” when he gave a faint, straight, frustrated face at him. “No offense about what I just said about you not being rich, but I need you!” he demanded.
Dr. Vasilov took a deep thinking as he shows it on his facial expression. “Vell, I vill try my best. It vill be complicoted. I vill get it in fou vex.”
Alan took a deep breath from the frustration as he was being impatient, but yet kind since he knew this thing wasn’t even a Tyrenkian. Then he pondered about it for a moment to think, ‘What if this being might’ve tied with the governor?’ Is this what he is looking for? A monster? What is the governor planning to do?
Then Alan thought to himself, ‘Maybe the governor could be right that he is not an alien. I don’t know, but who cares. I got his technology and I want to know how it works.’
Dr. Vasilov begs as he pleaded for this job when he clenched his hands at Alan.
“Please xer, I need this job. It’s vat I like toe doe.”
He looked at him for a moment, debating if he should laid him off…or keep him instead.
“Okay…fine. You can keep the job. I will go what you said earlier… four weeks, okay?”
“Oh thank you xer. I vill make that serdum of yos,” as he praises at Alan while bowing to him a couple of times.
‘If he doesn’t finish this job, I will put a bullet in his head myself,’ he replied to his own thoughts with a faint smile towards to Dr. Vasilov.
13 a.m., almost noon…
Alan Michaelis was sitting at the far end of the table where he can see everyone in the meeting. This restaurant as you know it, it was own by him. His brother, Zai, who is sitting next to Alan as his right hand man, waited for the others to come to the meeting.
Department One, Two, and Three—all the leaders who were in charge of those section came to see what was this meeting about.
“Man, I got pulled out from my best moment of my life…not until I came to see this tiring, boring meeting,” he moaned. “I pray that this meeting will be over soon because my wife is going to kill me if our anniversary didn’t go well—no disrespect, Don Michaelis,” said Gimbo Capola with that husky voice of his.
“None taken Gimbo. I will explain when everybody gets here,” as he wave his palmed at him with a smile expression on his face.
Gimbo nodded. “Hmm…” as he continues to moan with a cranky mood.
Gimbo Capola, the chubby leader who is in charge of Department Two, his job was to take out any other pirates, gangsters, and others who dare to steal their goods. He deals with the black market by selling military weapons to world leaders, terrorists, and so on forth. He checks the cargo schedule every week to see how the progress is doing. If there is a highjack on the goods that were put on a cargo ship, he gets the job done in one week by finding those who stole it. He’s the one who takes care of Alan’s weaponry in the science division—the M Tech Weapons & Robotics. He’s not a scientist, but he sure could kill and sell as fast as any others…well, not a fast killer like Zai, who has that one-edge blade sword of his.
About five minutes later, the leader of Department Three, Slick Mozzini, finally came to see the meeting as he approaches at the entrance. The entire gangs are now here in a private section where Alan had appointed.
Speaking about his name, he does slick his hair back. With that golden hair of his, he sure does have a great handsome smile. Also, he has that cologne smell that he sprayed on him before leaving his house.
“Hey, Slick…long time no see old pal,” said Gimbo as he reaches his hand out slowly, giving a dap greeting. “How’s business doing?”
“Great. Very good,” as he shook Gimbo’s hand before Gimbo hugged him in a gangster way. Speaking about Gimbo, he wore four golden rings on his fingers. They were put on his right hand.
Slick sits down on the other side of the table as he pulls out the chair.
“Ah, Slick, my best man to handle with cops.”
“Yeah, I ducking hate cops. Tell me about it,” as Gimbo jerks his head at Alan.
“We all do. But…” as he breathes out with those words. “There are times when we do need them for our own security whenever we had a vendetta with another group that isn’t ours, you know.”
Gimbo have a sincere look as he grins downward with a faint nod. “Yeah…you’re right. But still,” when he points his finger at Alan. “They don’t show any respect. They go loafing around and start swinging their fat donuts at our faces.”
The entire group laughed together.
“Amen to that,” said Zai.
When the laughter stopped, the meeting has begun.
“The reason why I appointed you today is because we have a new threat. I was talking to my brother, Zai, about this…this Governor Mazikiel,” as he twirls his right hand that held a remote in his hand.
“Mazikiel? That guy you campaigned for?” Slick replied.
“Yep,” as he clenched his fingers when he puts them on the table, leaning forward to get cozy on his chair.
“Oh, what did he do?”
“He plans to threat us after what we did to him on that campaign.”
“What did he say?” Slick pondered as he leans forward on the table.
“He wants me dead.”
Slick leans back to his chair with a surprise.
Gimbo yelled silently, “That mother ducker!” as he clenched his teeth. “I will rip that ducking pretty face of his before throwing it to the sharks!” while Gimbo revolted as he slam his hammer fist on the table.
“Calm down guys,” Alan raises his palms at them. “Don’t be too hurry to kill him. I have a footage of what he can do to us.”
“What? A footage? Is he gonna to come to our room and SHAZAM!…were all dead in a matter of instant?” Gimbo replied as he was trying to make fun of Mazikiel with his raising eyebrow.
“Worse than that…” he replied.
Then Gimbo lowered his eyebrow as it narrows down to the center of his forehead. He then took it seriously if Mazikiel was something more than trouble.
Alan put the disk inside the machine to show a projectile on the screen.
“This photo was taken when I sent Department One and Department Six to see the South Pole.” Then he pushes the button on the remote that he held in his hand as it made a clicking sound. The next slide came and showed something bizarre that the two didn’t see except for Zai and Department Six.
“This right here, is an ancient alien technology that was found by our government.” Then he faces forward at Gimbo and Slick to tell them something that they had never saw. “Slick, Gimbo…what I am about to show you is something unexpected.”
Alan clicks the next slide. Then, there it was. A photo of an Immortal being that has superpowers, shooting its power at his target. However, Alan and his people doesn’t know what they are.
“What you see here is a whole new species that we have encountered.”
Slick and Gimbo were shocked to see this.
“Is this for real?” Slick asked.
“Yeah man. I hope this isn’t fake. If it isn’t, why haven’t you guys told us about these people?”
Alan raises his finger at them as everyone in the room shuts their mouth.
“I didn’t want to tell you guys or else, you might gossip about this to someone. This is government-classified information and I am part of it. My suspicion is that our governor, Mr. Mazikiel Aldron Dramice…is one of them.”
“I want some proof on my table. Also, I pray this meeting is worth of my time being here, you know,” Gimbo replied with a cranky tone as he poke the table a couple of times with his finger.
“There is proof,” said Alan. “You just need to wait. Also, since you are the head of the cargo ship of the science division, I want you to keep your eyes close to your friends, workers, acquaintances, your friends’ friend, etc. All I want you to do is to find any culprits who tries to steal this stuff from our hands.”
“Sure pal…anything that comes from you. Now I need to see that picture. I have to leave soon to buy my wife something—”
“Alright…just…settle down,” as he raises his palm at him when he lowers his head. Then he pushes the button on the remote.
“Behold your eyes. The governor.”
Zai on the other hand, had his eyes close while his arms were cross. It seems like he’s meditating.
“Holy moly…” said Gimbo and Slick as they both spoke at the same time with a stunning surprise. They saw Mazikiel was spitting fire from its mouth as he held a woman’s head in his hand.
“Hey boss. Why did you support this guy,” said Slick.
“I supported him for money and business, hoping that in return, I will get some benefits with interest. I didn’t know he was a total freak…until I heard the rumors from the upper class that spoke about these people,” as he was facing at Slick.
“You don’t say…” as Gimbo lowered his cool, black sunglasses, wanting to see Alan with his own bare eyes along with that slide picture that is being portrayed. “I guess I was right. There will be a shazam on us,” said Gimbo with a horrified tone to what he is seeing.
“That is why I brought you here,” said Alan. “We need bigger guns. I don’t know what these things are, but we are going to be next.”
The room became silent. A moment for them to think for themselves of how to survive from these things of what they saw. Gimbo looks down as he gazes in deep thoughts. Slick started to tap the table with his finger, feeling afraid with frustration. Zai, however, seems to be calm. It seems he will be looking forward on how to kill these things on a hand-to-hand combat. Alan sat down on his chair and formed his fingers into a steeple while he was also in deep thoughts.
“What if we do a preemptive strike?” Slick replied as he give a thought about it.
Alan sighs as he breathes through his nose. “No. Not yet. What we need is a plan.”
Then Zai opens his eyes and spoke. “How about letting me to work under them? I will be a spy as I will tell the information to you as soon as possible.”
“And what if you get caught?” said Gimbo with that husky voice before he took a cough.
“Then…I will kill myself before any information will be leak out from my mouth. I would rather die instead of being torture to death.”
Gimbo clenched his teeth before biting his lips while fixing his tie to get a clear throat.
“Man…you are the only one who is manly enough to pull something like that,” said Gimbo.
“I’ve done it twice. This will be my third,” replied Zai.
“Hmm…” Gimbo groan. “What do you think Slick?” as he turns his head towards to Slick, facing him with an up and down eyebrow with a pondering look.
“I don’t know…but it’s the best thing we got so far in our power. What about you, boss?” Slick quarreled.
“Fine. It is the best thing that we have in our guts. We need to give Zai a new identity.” Then he took a breath. “Zai…my dear brother…are you ready for this?”
As the two of them, Slick and Gimbo were looking at Alan before turning to Zai, Zai took a smirk on his face that smiled to the left.
“It shall be done…” as he hoarse his voice with excitement.
End…