Handler XX: Stock Maestro-Chapter 20: Stay Frosty

Trent glanced at Marie, "We’ll talk later" he muttered.

"That’ll be fun," she scoffed, racking her gun.

"Your safehouse— is it secure?" He turned to Anton

"Of course," Anton said. "I’ve used it for years."

Trent checked his empty gun case. "Just being sure."

They continued driving to the location of the safe house silently while Anton hummed to the sound on the stereo.

"It’s just around the corner" Anton pointed

"There are lots of cars around" Trent noticed

"It’s a popular area— perfect for a cover. You’re my Son while the wildling is my daughter in-law" Anton chuckled.

"...If the neighbors ask"

"I don’t like this" Trent muttered

"Stop the car here"

"What? Are you out of your mind?" Anton turned to him sharply

"It’s not unusual that Mr. Confidential needs his sweet secret time" Marie huffed.

"...You say it’s secured but I’ve got a bad feeling" Trent shook his head

"If you say so" Anton parked at a corner and unlocked the door.

"What’s the door number?"

"Door 14"

"Alright. See you in 30 minutes"

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Anton and Marie came down as they reached the place.

"Mr. Jerry" an old man called out as he sighted them,

"Mr. Mose" Anton waved walking towards him.

"Jerry?" Marie muttered as she followed behind.

"It’s nice to see ya after so long, how’s the country side treating ya?"

"I’ve been surviving. How have you been doing?" Anton replied laughing

"Fine— I’m still kicking. Who’s the pretty lass?" Mr Mose turned to Marie

"This is my daughter-in-law" Anton introduced Marie.

Marie greeted Mr. Mose and they headed up after exchanging greetings.

"Wait—" Anton stretched his hand to stop her.

"Fuck..." He gritted his teeth turning around.

"What’s happening?" Marie grabbed her gun as she turned around

"The sticker’s been tampered" he pointed at a door "It’s transparent so you don’t even see it— We’ve been had"

"Shit..." Marie muttered as footsteps drew closer.

Anton immediately took his phone and sent Trent a message—

CODE RED. WE’VE BEEN HAD.

He threw the phone down and crushed it beneath his leg.

"Stop!!! Please, they have my daughter s!" Mr. Mose shouted as Marie shot at the direction of the footsteps.

Marie continued to shoot at the direction of the footsteps.

"You better listen to him" A voice cut through as it became silent. They could hear Mr. Mose grunting as they approached.

Two people walked out from behind them— from Anton’s safe room, and shot at them.

They shifted into a corner. Anton signaled Marie to shoot at the side of Mr. Mose while he shot towards the others.

As they continued firing, they could hear grunting and groaning from Mr. Mose’s end and Marie stopped.

"I’m out" she looked at Anton,

"Shhh..." Anton turned to her signaling that she listened— the noise from Mr. Mose’s end had died down.

Footsteps from the direction of the safe room drew nearer as the men continued firing.

"Fuck!" Trent’s voice cut through as his back slammed the wall— cocking the gun he had to fire.

"Twerp!" Anton called out as he heard the rack of the pistol’s slide

"Chief?..."

"Yeah. Me and the wife" Anton chuckled, "Say hi" he tugged at Marie who hissed.

"I thought you said it was secure..."

"I’ve been making that mistake lately, kid— I’m glad you called that, haha. Hail overthinking"

"I don’t think this is the time" Marie snatched Anton’s pistol and shot at the direction.

The sound of a sharp groan cut through with a thud.

Trent turned to meet them and waited for the man to walk closer until he got to a point.

He calculated sharply and when his gun had no bullets, he jumped out and shot his arm.

They all rushed to towards the man and kicked the gun away securing him.

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"Who sent you?" Marie pierced the Man’s leg with a knife she collected as they tied him up.

"Sharpest guess— Newton" Trent said, as he stared at the painting hanging behind the shelf.

Marie huffed as she glanced at him— she’d suspected him of betrayal. He was acting suspicious. She exhaled.

"What were you ordered to do?" She pushed the knife deeper, making the man groan louder.

"Enough— I’ve got truth serum" Anton walked out from one of the room holding the serum.

The man groaned sharply as Marie pulled the knife out.

Anton walked to the Man and injected him with the serum letting it settle for a few seconds.

"Name?" Anton asked as Trent walked towards them

"O–Olaf Yett" the man muttered in pain

"Olaf... Great name"

"Why are you here, Olaf?"

"T– To C– cap" Olaf stammered

"To what, Olaf?" Trent snapped at him

"T–To capture him" Olaf pointed at Anton

"And?" Marie asked, bringing the knife closer to his face.

Olaf shrieked, pulling his face away.

"Plane hanger— we’re to bring him to the plane terminal in Dakota"

"That’s close to here— Newton must be there"

"I’m just a contractor" Olaf burst into tears.

"Wait— who was the main contact between you and your Bro?" Anton asked

"H–He was" Olaf sniffed.

Trent walked outside and returned with the phone of the other man.

"There’s only one number" he waved the phone.

"We’re going to call the number and you’ll tell him you’ve secured the target, alright?"

Olaf looked up at the phone and nodded.

Trent dialed and handed it over.

"Hello," Newton’s voice cut through.

"Target secured" Olaf said sharply.

"Noted— Bring him here" Newton replied, hanging the phone.

"He’s gotten sloppy" Anton clicked his tongue.

"Let’s go"

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"You and Marie will come down and cover my back" Anton looked at them.

"Stay frosty, kids" he laughed as Trent wore him a head bag.

"You stay alright too"

"I’m too hot to stay frosty" he laughed as they stepped out.

"Ugh— For real?" Marie muttered.

"You—" she turned to Olaf, "We’re the only ones that can save you, remember that"

Olaf nodded— he’d told them about his sister and they promised to keep them safe.

Trent and Marie sneaked around the hanger, making sure to stay undetected.

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"Hello, Anton" Newton spoke as one of the guards dropped Anton on a seat.

"You’ve gone insane, old Man— working for the bad guys now, huh?"

"Take the bag off" Newton commanded one of the guys

"There are no bad guys, Anton. Just opportunities and those that grab them"

Anton looked around as they removed the bag from his head— Olaf and some bodyguards with some handler agents.

"You’ve dipped into the program huh? Guess what you look like right now"

"What do you mean?"

"Like a dead rat— the stench of greed makes it stink more" Anton replied laughing.

Newton watched him for a while,

"You won’t be laughing like that soon"

"You won’t be breathing soon but that’s not my business"

Newton called Olaf over. Just what gave Anton the guts to talk like this?

"Where are the others?"

"They’re at the place" Olaf answered, glancing at Anton

"No, they’re not" Newton said sharply.

"So, where are they?" He watched Olaf who’d flinched.

"Th–They’re at the place"

"Wrong answer, Kid"

Two guards stepped forward and pressed Olaf down.

"I swear" Olaf cried out as Newton picked a gun from the table.

"Ooh, bad guys having a fall out— Peak cinema" Anton laughed,

"Why don’t you just kill the kid? He’s definitely lying" he laughed harder

Olaf turned to Anton, shocked. Their eyes met and Anton winked at him.

"Boss" a voice interrupted from outside the jet.

"What is it? Who’s that?"

The person— a soldier with a head mask walked in with Marie in his grasps struggling.

"Fuck" Anton muttered. Did they get them?

"Fancy seeing you, Miss Morlov... Ah, Mrs. Ackerman" Newton laughed as they dragged her closer.

"You fucking old bastard" Marie cursed at him as she broke free from the grasp.

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"Where’s the man with her?"

"He fired at me, so I took him out" the soldier responded.

"That’s even better. Was that what made you confident?" Newton turned to Anton laughing.

"No! No! No!" Anton held his head down. Marie stared at him— a breakdown? It should be normal to lose an agent.

"Frosty" the soldier murmured. Anton raised his head immediately— Trent?

"What’s that?" Newton raised his brow, turning to the soldier.

"I said it was frosty outside, Sir"

"Ha... Haha..." Anton held his head and laughed looking at Newton.

"I guess we’re as good as dead, huh?"

"I guess you’re the dead rat" Newton replied with a smirk.

"Take care of him" he told the bodyguards pointing at Olaf who cried and begged for his life.

"I’ve got a question. Before I die— When did all this start?"

Newton cleared his throat, "After Gentely... I saw an opportunity and grabbed it"

"So, you told them it was us... What else?"

"Nothing else— Well, Yolaf... It’s all gone to shit now so I’ll just lay low in one small place and try to get back with the Empire"

"Nothing else, huh?" Anton scanned his expression— he wasn’t lying.

"Thank you"

"For what?" Newton asked, surprised.

"For shit" Marie replied sharply, drawing a gun off the soldier’s leg holster

She shot at the two bodyguards taking Olaf away while the soldier killed the agents before they could pull their guns.

"What are you doing?" Newton yelled at the soldier

"You’ve lost your touch, old man" Anton clicked his tongue.

The soldier took off his head gear— Trent. He smirked at Newton and tossed Anton a gun.

Newton staggered back in surprise.

Anton looked at Newton, clicking his tongue

"I told you— a dead rat"

"Stay frosty, Chief"

Bang!

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