"What do you want to talk about?" Gauthier asked.
"I see that your English is much better than my French," Luke said in a calm, gentle voice.
"I'm sure you are not here to discuss my English and your French, so please tell me what it is you want from me."
"I was hired to kill you. I was told you are an evil person, and...."
"Who hired you to kill me?" Gauthier asked excitedly.
"Calm down, Gauthier," Luke said very gently, wanting him to feel more at ease. "I believe from what I've read in your papers here that the man who hired me may be a so-called friend of yours."
"Who?"
Gauthier knew in his own mind, but he wanted to hear it.
"Gauthier, I believe you are a member of TOPTR. Stop me if I'm wrong. Anyway, I believe you are a member of this elite group, because Mister Mannheim...."
"Mannheim. I should have known. That ruthless German son-of-a-bitch. What did he say?"
"You're going to have to control yourself, so I can finish what I have to say, or we'll never get through this. Anyway, I have reason to believe that Mannheim is part of TOPTR. I'm guessing that the group is doing some despicable thing that you disagree with, and they're afraid you'll spoil it for them. Am I getting warm yet?"
Luke spoke in a manner that he hoped would build some rapport between them.
"You are not just warm, sir." Gauthier was calming down. "You are right on the mark. Who are you?"
"That's not important -- yet. I have discovered through my research that you are a good and honest man. I don't kill good, honest men."
Luke wanted Gauthier to know that he was not just some hired gun.
"I have never heard of an assassin having morals and a conscience, except for one. Might you be that one?" Gauthier asked, drawing on something he had heard in the recent past.
"I don't know. Who is the one you've heard of?"
"He is an American who, I believe, goes by the name Archangel. I do not believe anyone knows his true identity, as he is a master of disguise. He also has a reputation for eliminating those who, let's say, are a true threat to the continuation of the free world as we know it. I have also heard that there are people looking for this man."
Gauthier spoke as though he were giving a friendly warning.
"If you believe me to be this Archangel, a man who will not kill the innocent, why then would TOPTR want to hire me to kill you if you are indeed innocent? There are many other assassins who would take you down and not think twice about what kind of person you are. Money blinds many."
"The Archangel never leaves a trail," Gauthier said, "and perhaps they don't believe that a hired killer could have a conscience. There is also the possibility that TOPTR is trying to draw Archangel out into the open. That, young man, is a dangerous place to be --in the eye of that group."
"Mister Gauthier, tell me all you know about TOPTR and their members, and possibly I can think of a way that both of us can come out of this conspiracy alive."
"Why should I trust you? Possibly you will kill me after I have given you the information you are seeking."
"Well, it seems to me that if you really believe the group is concocting some evil plot that you disagree with, it wouldn't matter to you. I may possibly be the means for you to stop whatever they are planning. You'll just have to believe that and trust me."
"I suppose you are right. Where would you like me to start?"
"Let's start with the names of the members."
Preview #2
Luke kept pushing himself to go just a little father with Nasirk on his back. Each time the distance became shorter and shorter until finally he just could not drive himself another inch. He untied Nasirk, gave him some water, and took a drink himself.
He lay on his back looking up at the stars in the night sky and thinking about Maggie and how her eyes would twinkle like the stars when she laughed or smiled at him with love. Thoughts of her set him free from pain for a brief moment, but it was soon replaced by the emotional pain of knowing he was not going to be able to keep his promise to return to her.
He was losing focus now, and things went totally black at times. He struggled to be strong and find the will to live. He thought that if only he could keep moving, death would not be able to find him. He tried and tried but could not assemble enough strength to even move his unconscious friend. The thought that his end was near kept interfering, but he blocked it with thoughts of Maggie and how the man lying next to him needed him to stay alive.
Luke tried again, pulling himself a few inches and then Nasirk after him. He would move only a foot or two, and the pain would become so severe that he would have to stop again. His muscles twitched from exhaustion.
He finally gave in and rolled onto his back. Accepting the end was near, he prayed to the Lord that someone would find Nasirk and take him to safety. He prayed that his Maggie would have a good life -- and finally he asked for God's forgiveness for all his sins.
The last thing he saw was the soft, beautiful face of the woman he loved. His eyes closed, and he felt no more pain.