Chapter Thirty Three_In Comes The Hunter

Chief paced slowly in his office, drawing on a cigar thoughtfully.

Al stood distantly, but watched his movements closely.

The clock in the room chimed, indicating the hour.

Chief paused his puffing, glanced at his watch, then looked at Al.

"Are you seriously reporting this to me?" He asked the quivering man in a menacing tone.

"What would you have me do, Chief?" Al asked, instantly getting down on his knees, his voice trembling.

"Maximize your operation. Find her and finish her!" Chief thundered.

"Yes, yes. I will do as you commanded. No mistakes again," Al promised, rose up, and made to leave the room.

"You better kill that bitch this time." Chief warned, his eyes shooting icicles at Al.

For answer, Al nodded grimly, then fled the suffocating room.

Watching him leave, Chief exhaled noisily, then walked to his seat.

He pressed down the intercom on his desk, and gave an order;

"Cher, bring me Agent Hunter."