THE KILLER WAS BREATHING quietly at a McDonald's on Avenida Paulista when his cell phone played a song by Wagner.
–– Hello – he said quietly.
"Himmler, you imbecile – said the altered voice on the other end of the phone –, it was to have killed the old man without leaving a trace."
Heinrich Himmler – that was the name he used in the Brotherhood – did not seem to be abated at all by the tone of his Grand Master's voice, quite the contrary, he felt the challenge that it caused inside him, since he had a child his own identity, was born to be on top of the world.
–– It is not part of my style – he said in a more ironic tone, challenging his master.
"I'm not worried about your 'style', I want the job done right, is that too much to ask?"
–– Go to shit, master... – the word came out more spit out than spoken – I am the best you have available, and you know it, so start doing it wherever you can, to earn my loyalty, even though I am my superior, but we can do this quickly.
"Alright... alright... – said the master trying to calm down and calm the situation – let's forget this isolated fact, I want you to find the boy, we lost sight of him, and we need the artifact, I'm sure the boy knows where the old man hid.
Himmler took the rest of the coffee quietly, as if nothing had happened and bit the cheese bread as he got up, threw what was left on the plate on the table, and even with his mouth full he replied:
–– You can leave, I will do this service, but it will be double the amount that the old man, after all, business is business.
"Money is no problem, you should know that already, pay three times more if you bring me what's with them, the fellowship needs it to put our plans back on track..."
HIMMLER WALKED OUT QUIETLY after turning off his cell phone, but it was impossible not to be noticed by people because of his height – 1.95m in height – as well as being a snow white man and having crystal blue eyes. He was wearing a gray Hugo Boss suit, white shirt and a gray Italian tie, perfectly matching the suit, in addition to the athletic physique that drew breath from several women wherever he went.
Many people are completely unaware that Hugo Ferdinand Boss was going bankrupt. His affiliation with the Nazi party and his rise coincides with that of the Nazism that saved him and put his name in history by producing one of the most famous uniforms that ever existed.
–– Hello, doll – he said to a beautiful young brunette who passed him, completely ignoring his gallantry with a strong foreign accent.
I love those Latin whores – he thought to himself.
He took out his cell phone and dialed Armand's number.
–– Armand... we have a new job... yes... in the same place as always... Heil – he said at last, ending the conversation and putting on his sunglasses, ran his hand over his shaved head feeling the emotion of the moment and said:
–– It's hunting time.