FIFTY ONE

FIFTY ONE

ANDRES

All eyes followed me as I walked into the room, bloodied from yet another torture of one of the man that had been asked to man the cameras. I had called the meeting for just one reason; I wanted to look the elder who had betrayed me in the eye as I executed him.

The room quietened as I sat in my chair, facing them off one after the other with Miguel standing quietly at my side.

“It would seem…” I began… “that I have been too lenient for late and that is why somebody here thinks I am easy meat that they can pick off and kill”

All eyes remained on me but I could already see the uncertainty and dread creeping into their eyes as I stared them down.

“Alejandro escaped the dungeons and somebody here helped him” I announced.

Whisper filtered round the table but I had my eyes on one elder and he was staring at me as well, his eyes hard and teeth gritting. It would seem that I had been right in my assumptions and have caught the traitor in my clan.

“Esperanza, please; would yo