The Dead Spore Collection by Ian Woodhead

Author:Ian Woodhead [Woodhead, Ian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 4864 Books
Published: 2019-06-23T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Only two weeks ago the two men before him had done their hardest to get him thrown out of the inner-core affiliation. Joseph’s blood had boiled at their impudence. If it hadn’t been for his breakthroughs, Reuben Chan and Cameron Blake wouldn’t have been sitting in their plush, leather-bound chairs located at the head of their table.

These two were the last ones on his list. It seemed only fitting that he’d reserved the worst fate for the last two members of the inner-core. His predatory grin displayed the warmth of a frozen dagger as he leaned closer to the monitor screen. Their arrogant smirks were long gone now; only silent screams remained.

Chained to a revolving drum suspended over one of Rossini’s zombie pits, the men’s naked bodies rotated once every minute. As each rotation completed, the drum dropped down one notch with a sudden jolt.

He had one last piece to dispose of and that piece stood right next to him, his eyes full of excitement. The fat fool reminded him of a spoilt kid watching a spider run in a circle right after he’s pulled off seven of its legs. Joseph wasn’t fooled by this man’s idiot savant expression though. Rossini wasn’t stupid. He’d proven that by somehow managing to take over Natalie’s controlling interests.

That freak now had way too much influence and power. Not that Joseph was overly bothered. He’d already devised three plans, all ready to execute when his partner had lost his usefulness.

Joseph held back his trademark, disarming smile. He needed to restrict his use of acting like the harmless, young scientist for when he really needed to fool this large freak. Right now though, he found it difficult to be able to read the man.

Mulling over Rossini’s recent irrational behaviour took up way too much processing power. What a dilemma. Without the psychotic, egotistical individual’s assistance, Joseph would have never been able to pull this off. It irked Joseph to know that he still needed this maniac. He needed to tread lightly and take baby steps to dismantle Rossini’s power-base and influence.

“You surprise me, Joseph. I know these pricks did everything they could to humiliate you in front of the others, so I know how much you hated them.” Rossini chuckled. “It just goes to show that you can’t judge a book by its cover.” He faced Joseph and tapped the monitor screen. “This tells me that despite your own put downs and efforts to humiliate me, you do possess a creative side, obviously not as refined as mine, but it is there deep inside you.”

Underneath those brusque words, Joseph clearly heard the threat. This fat clown had made plans of his own. He wanted to bite off his tongue; Joseph should have foreseen this outcome. The two terrified men occupied Rossini’s attention; perhaps he should dispense with his strategy and kill the bastard here and now?

“I’m impressed. They still haven’t given up hope.”

Joseph took his hand off his knife and watched the two men desperately trying to stop their hands from slipping off their sweat-soaked thighs.

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