“The idiots always spoil…” Bishop speaks on his phone while crossing the street “ These brats only step up to get themselves killed..”
The lane is dark except for the cigar lit by him. Being a bishop, his senses detected a stalker in a dark coat. The image zig-zagged the motion to remain hideous.
He trashed the cigar and aimed his revolver into the thick air,
“Alright, you’ve got my attention. Now, make your excuse freaking reasonable…” he waited for few seconds.
“I am…not here to kill you..”
“That ain’t reasonable for a stalker…”
“I..uh just want to meet you alone.”
“Then get your shady face into the light, will you ?”
The sight of a sharp nose and with a round belly, a man in 30’s witnessed before the Bishop.
“Well, this goes in one way. Say and leave in three minutes, okay… ”
“Yeah..” he continued, “The game is going down. I don’t know when but it will happen within a week. Though the politics is a gamble, It was the step taken to change the traditional perspective. There are orders to kill every player…” he began to explain his words,
“Careful now, Cowboy,” Bishop says, while the man reaches for his pockets. He takes a parcel and gives it to the bishop.
“I came to knew that you’re the only person to turn the events…”
“Time’s up, fellow. Keep walking…”
The man knew well enough that no one ever made the bishop to say twice. While he is leaving,
“The tomorrow is our enemy, bishop.”
Bishop began to walk with a parcel in his hands and swirling thoughts inside the head. He opened the parcel and saw the image of the two bosses in a bar.
“It is impossible, unless…”
Bishop never thought that the kings would make their own arrangements.
Thank you for reading…