Dmitri shook his head as the blinds in the window at the Hotel Bonaparte parted once more and the Ferret, as Dmitri had come to call him, took his seat with his cheap booze and continued destroying a 17th century Andrea Brustolon hand carved Italian walnut armchair with his dirty boots and the stink of his cheap booze.
He didn’t need to watch the camera feed streaming on the computers to his left or listen to the audio in the headphones that he wore. Dmitri was very good at what he did for a living and the Ferret posed no challenge to him at all.
He stretched the immensity of his seven-foot frame and quickly took a few bites of the dinner from last night before he took off his headphones and headed downstairs to make his report. The Ferret would not move for the rest of the day unless he ran out of gin, and even then he would call the front desk and they would bring him one from the bar.
He walked down the red-lit corridor that the observation room was located in. The veined glass looked crimson and black as he walked and it had a natural calming property to it. Dmitri made no sound as he moved despite his massive frame, his shoes made no noise, everything was secured tightly to his person and every millimeter of him was perfected over decades of expertise in the fields of more countries than most people could easily name, He did not allow his mind to wander, he was formulating his report with every step closer to the offices.
When he was two steps short of the door he stopped and announced himself to the seemingly empty hallway.
“Dmitri with the morning report for the Headmaster.” A soft breeze hit his face as the air locked door opened with absolutely no noise and the nine men inside lowered their automatic weapons as they saw that the voice did indeed match the face of their superior. In a single motion, all of them lowered their weapons to rest and stood at attention.
Dmitri acknowledged each man with a nod as he walked slowly past them, visually inspecting the absolute best of his men, hand picked for this duty based on years of loyalty, absolutely no family ties and unwavering devotion to The Cauldron. Seeing nothing wrong, as expected, he stopped and rapped a single time on the African blackwood door. He waited the two seconds he had always waited and pushed open the colossal door, leaving his men to their duty and the beginning of his own.
The office of the Headmaster was ornate in as many ways as it was spartan. Each and every single thing in the office served a purpose and there was no superfluous decorations or ego boosting self-aggrandizing curios from former battles won. The man himself was a huge figure, only slightly smaller than Dmitri and muscled from daily workouts even though that part of his life was long over. His voice was a deep well of a thing and it always took Dmitri a second to adjust to it. It sounded like it was coming from a hole sixty meters below them and a mountain kilometers away. A surround sound of a thing.
His mind instantly snapped to the precision that the Headmaster depended on. “He has not moved at all save for the two times he went out to retrieve alcohol before he learned that the hotel would do such things for him. The first time we made use of his absence to fully bug his room for audio, video, and call recording. All of his data will come to us before it is transmitted. No offensive countermeasures have been taken per your instructions and I have let all other men go from the detail to attend to their duties and have maintained a watch on him personally.” A hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. “He has made 11 phone calls outside of his hotel, all of them have been run through cryptography software to make sure there was no obvious code language being used. He spoke to his employer each time and each phone call was him asking for additional work so so as to fund the vigil he has taken it upon himself to maintain on our activities here. For your later perusal, I also have the exact contents of each email he has sent, meals eaten, credit spending, the usual things.” Dmitri finished the report and stood ramrod straight as the Headmaster spoke, anger obvious in his tone.
Very good Dmitri, there is nothing wrong with your work, as per usual. Maintain the watch for three more days, after that, I will need you for another large aspect of the works that we are doing here. This, what did you call him that first day, Ferret? This Ferret will serve us in time, the curious always do, To prepare for that I need you to make sure that everything about him is erased systematically from everything. From grocers tab to the birth record. His employer will be purchased by us by the end of the day. His phone company is already ours, even the Bonaparte has finally agreed to our generous offers. We will show this man how insignificant of a creature you can be in the Darkness of the Cauldron.”
He stomped his foot slightly as the last word exited his mouth in near rage and Dmitri’s adrenaline was coursing through every part o his body and his mind was hyper-aware of every detail of what needed to be done. No one would be trusted with this. Each thing would be done personally and if there were no agreements by all parties, well, he had received his kill authority two dozen years ago and such trifling things did not need to be brought to the attention of the Headmaster.
“This will be done Headmaster, no loose ends, no compromise.”
The Headmaster smiled as he sat back down behind his desk and nodded to Dmitri, dismissing him as he spoke.
“There are two things in this world that I have faith in Dmitri. The first is the perfection of the Choice made by the Blind Goddess, and the second is that you will never fail me.”
Dmitri whispered his silent prayer as he heard the name of their Matriarch and his heart swelled with pride with the final words of the Headmaster. He turned on a heel and walked out the door without a word.
The Ferret had no idea what Hell he had just awoken.