4 Black?

A terrorist organization made itself known to the world in the early parts of the 21st century. It was another band of extremists who used aggression to make their opinions known to the world. This organization made its first appearance in a West African country, the African giant of old, the verdant nation, Nigeria.

Nigeria experienced the scourge first in the northeastern areas. At first it was just a seemingly random set of events but eventually, the general public of Nigeria got to know of the organization. It was called Boko Haram. It was publicly known as an Islamic Jihadist organization that actively opposed Western education.

That was what the public knew. But things are never that simple. Boko Haram was just a subsidiary of a supremacist association known in top circles as Magnifi Virum.

Magnifi Virum came about as a result of the amalgamation of many small organizations with a similar mind and purpose under the guidance of one man, the current patriarch and leader of the coalition, Mustafi Zhenshka Kassidy, also known popularly as the Boko Boss. He was the brain behind the whole revolution and the man pulling all the strings from behind the scenes.

Mustafi could be said to be the most influential man on the planet. To be able to hold Magnifi Virum together, he had to be. He achieved this by being the head of the most deadly assassin order in the history of mankind, the Manus Blanc or White hand. Majority of the world had never even heard rumors about the White hand. This was because of their belief that a notoriously popular assassin is no assassin, the greatest asset of an assassin is his anonymity.

"Sire, Z903 codename: Poison", a man in a grey suit said as he ushered in a woman into a room.

The Boko Boss himself was in that room, seated behind a mahogany table appearing to be perusing some documents. Upon hearing what his assistant said, he lifted his gaze from the documents and examined the cadet before him. She was in something like a black skintight jumpsuit that covered every inch of her body from her neck downwards. In spite of that though, she was a heavenly beauty with pale bronze skin and jet black hair. Her hair was short, barely reaching her shoulders, and it was tied up in a small bun currently.

"Leave us", Mustafi said as he rose from his seat. He walked out from behind the desk and up to Z903 as the assistant left the room.

"Who are you?" he asked. His gaze was piercing as he made eye contact. But she did not waver and looked at him with a blank expression on her face.

"I am Z903" she said, almost mechanically. She continued to look blankly at him without even blinking.

"I heard you are called Poison. I also heard you don't use poison often. Why are you called Poison?" he broke eye contact with her and walked round her, he inspected her with that same piercing gaze, as if he could see her through to the skeleton.

"When we began training, there was this exercise we had to do where we were injected with different toxins to improve our tolerance. I had the highest tolerance for toxins ever recorded and when the scientists examined my blood, they found anomalies in my genetic structure. These anomalies were the reason behind my immunity to all toxins. My blood is also assumed to be lethal. I was called Poison on my graduation day because of these" Z903 explained in that same monotone.

"Very good" Mustafi said as he walked back to his table and sat. "Your instructors informed me of your potential. I was impressed"

Poison had no reaction. She was like a robot, only saying anything when asked a direct question.

"How old are you?" this was an uncharacteristically, personal question. Poison, however, did not seem to think so.

"16" she said.

"It would seem that you are not ready to be an assassin" Mustafi sighed.

"No, sire. I'm ready!" she almost screamed. This was the first time there was any emotion in her words.

"Can you kill a man?" Mustafi asked as leaned back and pulled his drawer open.

"Yes sire" Poison replied. There was so much conviction in her voice. She sounded like she had no doubts about this claim.

"Take this. Kill me" Mustafi pulled out a gun from the opened drawer and placed it on the table. It was a pistol.

Poison looked at the gun, then at the Patriarch. 'There's definitely no way he would tell me to do that if the gun was loaded. He just wants to test my conviction. I have to do it', she thought as she looked back at the gun.

Mustafi saw the momentary battle in her eyes. He saw that she wavered but then hardened herself. He smiled internally. 'At least she knows to follow orders even if she doesn't fully understand them. She is more promising than I expected'

Poison picked the gun up and pointed it at Mustafi's chest. She clicked the safety off and pulled the trigger.

*Bang*

A shot rang out. Poison widened her eyes in shock and her face drained of colour. She had not expected the gun to be loaded.

"Sire!" , she exclaimed as she ran over to Mustafi's side. In her panic she did not see the smile on the Patriarch's face, there was blood staining his shirt and her eyes were unfocused at the moment. How could she not panic? She was the only person in the room when the Patriarch was shot. She could not possibly tell anyone that the Patriarch ordered her to kill him, nobody would believe that!

"Don't think too much about it child", Mustafi told her as he rose from the chair. "Did you really believe that I, Mustafi Zhenshka Kassidy, could be killed by a single bullet"

Poison sat on the ground as her legs gave way. "I'm sorry for my lack of faith, sire", she said as she lowered her head. "Perhaps I am truly not ready to be one with the hand"

"Nonsense!" Mustafi laughed "I'll personally sign off on your induction ceremony into the hand. I also will put you under my direct command"

"Sire, this cadet does not deserve all these privileges" Poison was already on her knees and kowtowing to the Patriarch.

"Not many people on this entire planet would dare to do what you just did. For that alone, I think you more than deserve it" Mustafi held her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. He then turned towards the door and called out "Gersham!"

A few seconds later, the grey clad man entered the room. His eyes moved from the Patriarch to Z903. He saw the blood stain on the Patriarch, he immediately understood what happened.

"Z903, come with me to the waiting area" he said as he held the door open for Z903 to walk through. Before he left, he cast one last glance at the Patriarch, who nodded in return. He shut the door behind him and walked with Z903 through the corridor and into a new room. It was a restricted room, at least that's what the door said.

"What did the Patriarch ask?" Gersham asked her as they walked into the room. He stopped as the door closed behind them, facing her with a steel gaze.

Z903 said nothing. She walked further into the room and sat herself on one of the chairs closest to the door.

Gersham sighed. 'He bumped her up the hierarchy. He should stop doing that, it gets to their heads'.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes before the Patriarch walked in. He was wearing a fresh set of clothes, a jumpsuit kind of cloth much like the one Z903 was wearing. The major difference being the colour and the insignia on the left side of the chest. His outfit's color was grey, a much lighter shade than the one Gersham was wearing, it was bordering on being called white.

"Poison, come with me. I want to show you something"