1-4. The Weasel, A Psychopath Revealed

He followed the bulky lumbering form discreetly through the streets. Carefully keeping out of sight. Disappearing into the nooks and crannies of the night as Joel made his way to the man who was paying him. They met in an alley, standing hidden behind some crates. He crawled forward on his stomach and hid between the crates stacked up high against the wall. He needed to hear the whispered conversation. He could see them through the cracks as they huddled in the corner. The man Joel was speaking to was short, a slim build, a fedora pulled down low over his eyes. His black hair cut short and blunt around the ends. A long trenchcoat and dark slacks hung loosely off his frame. He stared nervously around the alley like a weasel ready to strike at the slightest sign of danger. The dark undertone of his skin showed in the dim alley light and his thin, long face had a chiselled, pinched appearance. The madness shone in his black marble-like eyes. "Well, what happened?" the Weasel asked Joel impatiently. "She got away. I couldn't finish the job. She's pretty scared though." Joel laughed, recalling the incident with pleasure. "Okay, I'll take it from here." snickered the Weasel, pulling out an envelope stuffed with cash. "Thanks." Joel slid the cash in his back pocket and lumbered back through the alley, disappearing quickly from sight. The Weasel strolled casually toward the street deep in thought. He pulled himself out from between the crates and followed the Weasel down the street, noting the license plates of the black limousine that picked him up. "Did you identify him?" Lal stood tall and looked sternly at the young man sitting in front of him. "You understand how critical this is? We can't let them get away with attacking my family. It's the same as an attack on me." "Yes, and yes. He has a family, we have a plan and are taking some appropriate action. Tit for tat. I'll provide a report when it's done." "Good." Hearing the front door open, Lal nodded toward the back door. He slipped out quickly, like a shadow, disappearing around the corner of the house. Rani walked in feeling dejected. It was her first day back at school and she just wasn't into it. Everyone was smiling and getting back into the swing of things, but she just couldn’t motivate herself, and act like everything was normal, so decided to come home right after classes. "What are you doing home so early?" Lal asked her sternly. She looked at him defiantly and snapped, "I felt like leaving after my classes were over, is that okay with you?" His voice softened immediately. "You have to be tough in this world. Life's a struggle. Things happen, you have to face them and carry on with your life, no matter what." Rani just looked at him, fighting the tears again. "We've decided that you should move in with your aunt and cousins. It's not a good idea for you to live here anymore." Rani just nodded her head silently and said, "When?" "Later tonight. Robert will take you there." "I’ll go and pack, then I have some homework to do." "Okay." He stepped out of the limousine, and slipped quietly into the side door, up the back steps, to the bathroom. He spread cream all over his face, wiped it off, washing thoroughly with soap and water. Popped out his contact lens. Peeled off the wig. Got into the shower. He rubbed the towel through his light brown hair, drying it thoroughly. His protruding, light blue eyes stared unblinkingly back at him in the mirror, bright and glittering against his pallid skin. Rev. 2007.05.09