ForeLesser 1.3.2012

He walked over to the table where one of the latest recruits sat. What was his name again? Harrison? Christ, he was losing them as fast as the Omega was making them. Names were irrelevant most of the time.

He pointed to the map that lay in front of the lesser. “Here. This is where you need to be no later than 9 pm. You got that?” He waited for some kind of acknowledgement. Like a good little drone, the lesser nodded his head.

“Good. What do you need to do next?” He waited; sure he’d have to go over it once again.

“I make sure to watch out and see when he shows up.” He looked at the Fore Lesser as if expecting some sort of praise.

At least he wasn’t a complete idiot. “And where will you be while watching?” he prompted.

Confusion flashed on the lesser’s face. “Where?” He looked at the map again and pointed where the Fore Lesser had pointed earlier. “Here.”

He rolled his eyes as he felt the anger rising. “I know that, you asshole. This,” he jabbed at the map, “this is a goddamned alley! WHERE in the alley will you be watching?” How on Earth had the lessening society lasted this long? Could sheer numbers be the only reason?

The lesser thought and came up with, “Behind the dumpster, at the end of the alley… down wind from the nightclub”.

Maybe there was some fucking hope after all. “Ok, get your gear and get going. I want to know what time he shows and what time he leaves. See if there is any pattern or routine. I want you there every night for the next week.”

The lesser scrambled out of the chair and grabbed the backpack on his way out the door, eager to comply.

He ran a hand through his short, white hair as he watched Harrison head out. A little more recon and he’d have all the intel he needed. Everything hinged on knowing their whereabouts. Once he could pin down a location or two he’d be ready to spring his surprise. The brothers would never see it coming. He turned the chair towards him and straddled the seat, facing the table and looking at the map.

He’d paid off people when his own lessers couldn’t be used. It took weeks just to come up with a short list of hangouts. But that worked out just fine. The shorter the list, the less he had to stretch his crew. Just a little more patience on his part and all he’d worked for was his for the taking. He’d bided his time though through, God, how many Fore Lessers before him? He’d lost count. He’d waited so long, moving up the ‘corporate ladder’ while finding a way to get rid of every single one until, finally, he was in the position to do things his way. And did he have some BIG plans. He felt like he’d been waiting his whole life for this opportunity.

He’d knows what he wanted from the moment he’d jammed that ice pick into his old man’s ear. Not many sixteen year olds have as clear a vision of their future as he did. It was a need that clawed at his gut, refusing to let up. The closer he got to his goal, the more certain he was that he’d made all the right choices. He was so close, he could taste the power. Just a little while longer. He smiled at that. Just a little while longer.