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His calm demeanour on such roads was shocking to the driver but he said nothing and continued on. The lights of the car seemed to be flickering through the black and damp night. The driver quickly turned as the car drifted very close to the edge at a height of five thousand feet above sea level and carefully stopped by a bunker opening made of plain grey cement.
The driver hurried to open the door to let out the obscure man. Taking out the umbrella from the door frame, he opened the suicide doors of the Rolls Royce Wraith with a gentle touch. The passenger collected his belongings, the cigar still in his mouth and the Glock in his white gloves, he walked to the bunker entrance.
The bunker was covered in vines and the surroundings were that of a rain forest, small trees, rustling of leaves, humid air and thick greenery. The driver opened the gate for the passenger. As the passenger went inside the bunker, he pulled the trigger on the gun and the driver fell with a thud. The man didn’t care less about the driver but what he did care about was his project. He had worked his whole life for this moment to happen and he wasn’t just going to let it slip away.
He stood there for a moment over his body with a smoking gun and scoffed. He quickly disappeared into the darkness of the bunker.
Throughout the night his body lay out on the dreaded road of the North Yungas. The next week the police found the dead body of the driver with a bullet in his head when they were on patrol duty and another body on the stairs of the bunker with his head twisted at a weird angle and his face blue.
The driver on the other hand had bled so badly that the soil surrounding it had tuned into a fading red hue. The body itself was dirty and by the time they found it, it had started to rot in some places. They immediately sent it for autopsy in the hope to find out who the perpetrator of violence was.
The police, investigating the crime scene, went into the bunker. As they advanced into the darkness, all they found was the stubble of the cigar, bullet shells all over the hard floor and the bullets in the walls. Someone had a gun fight here. There was no furniture, no bodies, no blood and no evidence except the bullets that someone had paid a visit to the bunker.
The passenger was just a retailer as he would describe himself to others but no one knew that there was more to him than just retailing. He was on his was to a gala for the select few billionaires of the world, which none had heard of. The whole gala seemed to be a façade but only a handful of people actually knew what it was for.
As he advanced into the dark bunker with steep stairs the door behind him shut with a loud bang of metal against metal. Someone was following him. He didn’t look back and simply descended the stairs as if he hadn’t heard anything but he knew who was behind him and he knew he couldn’t use his gun or else his clothes would get dirty.
As soon as the unknown person was about to slit his jugular, he ducked and kicked him in his shin. The person crumpled with a shriek and the next thing he knew was darkness.
As the passenger reached the end of the stairs, he found a briefcase in the middle of the room. He cautiously unbuttoned his coat so that it wouldn’t crumple and picked up the case quietly. The stubble of his cigar fell. Being as fast as a cheetah he loaded his Glock with fresh rounds and shot at the walls. Bang! Bang! Bang! The bullets found their mark and he knew it. He swiftly ascended the stairs buttoning his shirt skipping the dead body, opened the door to the Rolls, sat in the driver’s seat and drove off to the venue with no memory of what he did.
He had killed his driver, an assassin and 12 other people who were hidden in the wooden walls of the bunker which were painted to look like cement. He had done so because no one could have the foggiest idea of what he had picked up from the bunker.
As he drove speedily on the roads of death whilst sending rocks flying behind him, he lit up another El Gigante and held it in between his teeth, taking puffs every once in a while. He deaccelerated to a stop and got out of the car, checked if the surroundings were free of any people and drifted the car into the mountain side.
It seemed as if he was about to crash into the mountain side. The side opened like retractable gates which lead to a red asphalt road. It was almost as if the doors weren’t there. The doors looked as a part of the mountain itself and closed behind the car.
The passage was lit with bright white LED lights lined along the length of the road and the ceiling was low and curved. The tunnel was narrow and was inclined to the depths of the mountain. The road ended in a circular elevator which transported the cars to a service station further deeper into the mountain where workers kept the cars serviced and clean. He parked the car on the elevator and picked his stuff.
He was still inside the car but he could sense and feel that the air inside the tunnel was very humid but fragrant, beads of sweat had started to form on his forehead. He wiped it off with his handkerchief and continued on.
He got out and carefully picked up his prized possession, the briefcase and headed for another elevator which led to the gala above. The elevator was classy as it was all soft, purple and cushioned velvet except the floor which was gold plated, the doors were made of alligator leather and covered in shining diamonds with rubies for their eyes that shone like fire.
He entered the elevator as if it knew he was there and said “welcome, Lucifer!” in the voice of a female attendant. Up he went as the elevator ascended and he checked his watch. He was first. He was the host of the show, he had to be first. From inside his jacket he took out cuffs and cuffed his hand to the briefcase.
As soon as the doors opened, he walked into the hall, adjusting his tuxedo and hair with the briefcase cuffed to his hand. He went hurriedly to the stage which was placed in dead centre of the huge circular room with giant chandeliers hanging in the silhouette of a woman. The floor was covered with the finest Russian carpet that spanned the whole hall and felt like fur, gold-plated chairs were placed under the chandeliers where the bidders would sit, for when the gala ended an auction would take place at the same venue and it was for that sole reason Lucifer had come.
The walls were depictions of ancient mythological wars in silver, gold and ruby. There were three large bulletproof windows which were queued along the outside wall whose tint was controlled electronically and hidden Bose speakers which played a soothing tune.
Taking a deep breath, he took out the contents of the bag and placed it inside a bulletproof glass box lined with rose gold diamonds which made the container attract immense attention. He closed the container and sealed it with epoxy resin.
Lucifer then sat on a chair and waited for the gala to get over. Billionaires from all over the world were entering in outfits so exquisite that one would think they weren’t human at all. Someone was dressed as a lotus made of gold inlaid with diamonds that shone like stars, someone ate saffron rice with white truffle and foie gras as toppings with edible gold foil all over the dish and finally some acted as if they were above all, showing off their lifestyle but Lucifer wasn’t going to meddle with these lowlifes.
He was going to brush shoulders with some of the world’s most important people and sell them something they had never seen or heard before. Something that if they acquired would unleash all the worst forces of nature that would cause such destruction, it would flatten a county in minutes and the world in a matter of hours.
The chair he sat in was draped in Corinthian leather and lined with Rhodium, placed on the stage next to the box which could kill everyone on Earth. He simply watched as these fools lofted around in their ridiculous outfits for hours, exchanging fake kisses, hugs, emotions and money. These billionaires were just like babies to him, arrogant, showing off and needing hundreds of servants to do their work.
He was disgusted at the fact that they spent money on such useless things like gold plated toilet paper and platinum crusted cars with sapphire lined engine bays. It was an amusing affair to see them get on with their formalities, everyone had smiles on their faces but he knew they detested each other with the same intensity as a car would ram a dog at a hundred miles per hour, not leaving any moment to show that they were the best. This façade went on for hours with dance shows and speeches until it finally ended.
He checked his watch again, it was 2 am. It was time for the world’s most coveted auction to begin and the irony was that no one would ever know about it. The fluffy and puffy billionaires went the same way they had entered not sparing a second to show their belongings and their mess was cleaned by workers dressed in black and white.
The chairs were rearranged into a skull and the light were dimmed. The windows of the hall were turned opaque and the spotlight was on Lucifer. The buyers entered in simple layman’s clothes such as jeans and graphic tees but he knew that these people were more important than POTUS than just outfits they were wearing. They weren’t here to chat; they were here for business and they would get it done. The box was taken away to be sold as the last thing on the auction.
The first article that was to be sold was an old and bulky laptop on which the codes to access any of the world’s nuclear warheads were saved and heavily encrypted for ten million dollars. The second article was a tank mounted on which was an experimental rail gun which blasted almost anything in its range and reduced it to ashes sold for seven million. The third article was a 100 megaton Hydrogen bomb - with a yield equivalent to two Tsar Bomba's - sold for fifty million. The fourth article was a gas tank filled with one ton of helium – 3 sold for seventy-eight million. All of these articles were sold to the buyers with deep pockets.
The last article was what Lucifer had delivered himself. A weapon so powerful that people were scared by the mere mention of it. A nuclear warhead which was filled with all of the deadliest types of viruses that human kind had encountered under great pressure and in a large amount. A bio - weapon whose value was more than twenty billion dollars. This was the dreaded weapon which no one wanted to buy and have their reputation tarnished upon. It was simply too risky to even be in a nuclear silo, let alone store it under your house. It was brought up to the stage and Lucifer asked, "Any bids?" Only one paddle went up for the article. "Going once, going twice, sold!"
A smile appeared on Lucifer’s face as he removed his sunglasses which showed his red and green eyes with a scar on the left one. The scar seemed as if his eye ball had been cut into two halves. “Congratulations, Mr. Quixote! You are now the most dreaded person alive.
