#facundo

Chapter 1: The Black Kaiser

〔Somewhere in Chile〕

Do you remember, The 21st night of September….

“Ugh” A man groaned as he awoke from his nap, sitting up and watching a woman climb out of the pool, dripping wet; every inch of her body begging to be looked at. 

“Ooo, retirement, here I come, motherfuckers” the man laughed as he stood from the lounge chair and took a long drag of cocaine with a rolled up paper. 

“Ah!” He sniffed in, making sure to take every last tid bit of the powder. “What’s your name again, baby?” he questioned the woman who came stuttering over.

“I’m still Sindy, baby~” the woman giggled. 

“Well hello again, Sindy baby” The man smirked. “How about a little bubbly?” 

“Oh yeah~” 

With that, the man grabbed the champagne bottle and popped it open, making sure to spray Sindy.

“Ooo, looks like you got some on ya” The man laughed, coming close to her and licking up the liquid off her body.

Sindy giggled, allowing him to do so as she held his head, “Ooo!” 

The man then pulled away, strutting over to do some weights, while Sindy watched hungrily, making sure to dip her hips down on the lounge chair; imitating riding someone. 

“You’re so strong~” she hummed.

“Oh well thank you baby” the man chuckled, setting the weights down and then grabbing a blue pill. 

“Mmm, come here baby” Sindy let out a hungry growl, pulling him in close and kissing his lips sensually. “Mm, it’s blow time mister~”

“Oh, is that an order?” 

“Mhmm~” Sindy giggled as she went down to grab his cock. 

“Be my guest” he obliged, putting one leg up to give her some access. 

“Ah…this retirement thing is really working out” he moaned happily. 

Without warning, a sniper bullet came whizzing through the air, hitting the man directly in the shoulder.

“Argh!” the man shouted, reaching for his gun while Sindy quickly ducked out of the way.

“Hey!” Alexei shouted as he grabbed a single weight and threw it at the man.

Hilde then quickly shot the man another few times.

“Argh…why?” he groaned as he pulled off his glasses, blood dripping from his mouth.

“You got old Michael” Hilde smirked as she pointed her gun towards him and shot him dead.

Sindy chuckled as she pulled on her white suit and walked with the team towards the helicopter that Karl was flying.

“See you back at the mansion Facundo.”

“Yes ma’am, safe flight” Facundo spoke through the comms, packing up his sniper rifle gear and heading out.

Do you remember, The 21st night of September……ba dee ya, dancin’ in September…..ba dee ya, never was a cloudy dayyyyyyyy……

Clouds hung low over Seattle, veiling the skyline in muted gray as the day unfolded.

It was like any other day for Duncan Vizla, the one and only Black Kaiser. He was taking care of his usual tasks, going to doctors, giving away part of his fortune to the less fortunate, and finalizing his standing with Damocles.

“Keeping the old gold handicap down?” “Yes?”

“Yes,” Duncan replied to his accountant with a stern expression. 

“Yes” The accountant smiled, leaning back as he finalized his paperwork. 

Meanwhile, in a church, there was a funeral going on for Michael, the man who ‘supposedly’ died while living it up in his home somewhere in Chile. 

During the funeral, a woman wearing all black, stepped out, her phone ringing loudly and angering some of the attendants. 

"Speak" the woman spoke over the phone as she exited the church she was visiting.

"You wanted to talk" Duncan answered her back, peering out of a window with his binoculars. 

"You watching me?"

"Yep."

"We need to meet."

"Jimmy's in ten."

"I'll be there."

As Duncan hung up, he grabbed the sim card from his flip phone and tore it in two. As he tossed it, he exited the building he currently was in and headed to Jimmy's. When he entered, he glanced over at a table where the lovely Miss Vivian sat, as gloomy and alluring as ever.

"Dom Perignon, 2004, you remembered" Vivian smiled a bit, pulling off her sunglasses to view the one and only Black Kaiser sitting in front of her. "It's good to see you, Duncan." 

"What happened to Michael?" 

"I figured you might show up, so I brought you this" Vivian sighed, sliding a folder across the table. 

Duncan glanced down at the folder and opened it, seeing the information that they had on what happened to Michael. 

"Apparently, he'd been partying in his big ass McMansion down in Chile for days when he got attacked." 

"And for you, sir?" The waiter asked kindly, pouring Vivian a glass. 

"No" Duncan bluntly spoke, continuing to flip through the pages.

"You're not drinking?" Vivian questioned with curiosity. 

"I quit." "What's this about, Vivian?" Duncan sighed in annoyance, until he spotted a yellow folder being pushed towards him. 

"Michael was the fourth dead Damocles agent in the past month." "Our intel says Michael's killer is tied to a Russian outlet. They hired some Mexican hit man by the name of Pedro Gonzalez Gonzales. He’s currently staking out in Belarus, Russia. Your old boss, Blut, sanctioned a revenge hit” Vivian softly spoke as she slid a white envelope over to Duncan. “A million dollar bullet to tell this pendejo that we are not to be fucked with.”

“Well, Blut fired me,” Duncan replied, continuing to look at the photos that was in the yellow folder.

“Oh, don’t be such a cry-baby~” “He lets go of everybody at fifty. You know that. Company fucking policy. You can’t be a hit man with Alzheimer’s” Vivian cracked a smile, taking a sip of her drink.

“Get one of the young guys, then.”

“Technically, you’re still active for the next two weeks” Vivian shrugged her shoulders a bit, pointing her glass towards him. “This needs somebody with more finesse, more…..experience” she whispered, setting her drink down to caress his hand. 

“Why don’t you do it?” Duncan asked, his gaze locking onto Vivian’s with cold, unflinching intensity.

“He wants you. The Black Kaiser.” 

Duncan leaned back slightly from the table, gathering the yellow folder and white envelope and sliding them across to Vivian. Without a word, he rose and walked out, leaving the room quiet in his wake.

Vivian let out a long, frustrated sigh, sinking back into her chair. A pang of disappointment flickered through her, she hadn’t been able to make Duncan take the hit.

With that, Duncan took his black '92-'96 Bronco down to Triple Oak, Montana, a cozy little town right smack in the middle of winter. 

With a press of a button, Duncan rolled down his window to light his cigarette. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he grabbed the middle of it to blow some of the smoke out.

After a few twists and turns, he was in the middle of the quiet town of Triple Oak. Flicking the cigarette out of the window, he turned his wheel to park in front of this small grocery store. 

“Hmm” Duncan groaned as he opened the car door and closed it behind him once he stepped out onto the concrete road. 

“And I'm telling you sweetheart, it will change your life” the owner of the grocery store said to her regular customer.

“Are you sure? Because I’ve bought so many types of rice and some of them don’t taste the same as the ones I made years ago.”

“Honey, trust me, jasmine rice is the best option for you.”

DING

“Welcome” The owner smiled happily as she waved to Duncan.

Duncan gave a slight nod in her direction, grabbing a basket and beginning to scan the few items the store had.

“Alright, if you say so” the woman shrugged as she handed the box of jasmine rice to the owner and pulled out her purse to pay for it.

“You won’t regret it honey” The owner pressed a few buttons to the cash register and waited for money to be handed to her.

Duncan continued to browse the items, grabbing a couple of necessary things he needed. “Hmm” he grumbled to himself as he looked over the macaroni and cheese. 

“Y/n, sweetie!” The owner shouted happily  as she came up from around the counter to approach a woman wearing medical scrubs.

“Hey!” you laughed as you let go of the door and hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry that I haven’t been here to see you for a long time Susie, I just-”

“I know, I know, long hours at the hospital….patients sick here and there….no need to explain it to me honey bun” Susie smiled as she pulled away from the hug to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“That too, but I found a bigger grocery store a few miles up” you whispered with a devious smirk.

“Hey!” Susie laughed as she playfully shoved you. “You know my items are the best quality out there!”

You let out a soft giggle, pushing your glasses up a bit, “Did you get those new chips yet?”

“Yes I did honey, they’re right in the back” Susie pointed towards the back corner of the store.

“Thanks, Susie!” you smiled, grabbing a basket before heading toward the back. But as you walked, you could feel a pair of eyes on you, sending a slight tremor through your body.

“You ready honey?” Susie waved Duncan over.

“Yeah” Duncan nodded, approaching the counter and placing his basket on top.

“Alright” Susie smiled as she began to scan the items. 

As Duncan waited for all the items to be scanned, he casually looked back at you, finding something intriguing about you. 

“Mm, mmm” You hummed to yourself, grabbing a two liter bottle of Pepsi and turning around to head towards the check out counter. 

“Hi,” you smiled at the tall man in front of you, finally noticing the way his eyes lingered, curious, but unreadable.

“Hey,” Duncan replied with a low nod, voice rough, polite, like he wasn’t used to small talk anymore. He turned back to pay for his items, but not before glancing at you one last time.

“Alright sweetie, you’re all set” Susie smiled, handing him his bagged items and then putting the basket behind her.

Approaching the counter, you set your basket down, handing Susie your items. “He’s tall,” you giggled softly.

“Yeah, he definitely is,” Susie smiled, watching Duncan head towards the Movie Express box across the street. 

“Is he new to the town?” you questioned curiously, your eyes still lingering on the mysterious man. 

“I think so? I am not too sure honey” Susie chuckled, beginning to bag your items.

“Hmm, oh well” You shrugged, paid for your items, and then waved goodbye to Susie. 

Stepping out into the cold, you made your way to the car, the crunch of snow beneath your boots breaking the stillness. You opened the passenger door and set your bagged items on the seat.

Across the street, Duncan slipped off his glasses and retrieved a movie from the bottom of the Movie Express box. Straightening to his full height, his gaze drifted toward you, watching as you placed your things inside the car.

You closed the door and jogged around to the driver’s side, catching his stare again. A soft chuckle escaped you as you gave him a small wave before sliding into the driver’s seat. The engine hummed to life, and you rubbed your hands together, trying to chase the cold from your skin.

Duncan let out a quiet hum, his breath visible in the air as he turned away. He headed toward his Bronco, slipping inside and starting the engine, but his mind lingered, filled with thoughts he couldn’t quite name.

A couple hours went by as Duncan lounged on his chair, watching as the fire crackled with life. Continuous beeps could be heard from his open laptop, an indication that Vivian was trying to get into contact with him.

A loud groan escaped his lips as he sat up from his chair and approached the computer, noticing the amount of messages that were sent. “Fucking christ…”. 

Grabbing his flip phone, he pushed in a new chip, pressed a couple of buttons and put the phone to his ear.

“Speak.”

“I got your message.”

“Which one? The first or the fifteenth?” Vivian causally pulled off her sunglasses as she spoke in her sarcastic tone of voice. 

“You only get thirty seconds,” Duncan said flatly. 

“Blut won’t take no for an answer. You didn’t hang up, so I assume you want to know how much.” “Two million. One now, one when it’s done.” 

“It’s still a no.” 

“This shit-spit really struggles with that two-letter word. What the fuck else you got going on?” 

“A lot.” 

“You don’t strike me as a man with a hobby.”

“Your thirty seconds is up.”

“Jesus, mary, fuck. Are you retired or retar-”

Duncan quickly snapped the phone shut, grabbed the SID chip from the phone and broke it in two. 

Grabbing another chip, he inserted back into the phone, and dialed up Vivian’s number again. 

“It’s two million. Don’t make me fuckin’ beg.”

“Leave the file on the company server.”

“You don’t have to be such-” 

Duncan hung up again, repeating the same process as before with the SID chip. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he walked over to the bowl of fish he had, giving them a bit of food so they could eat. 

“You did well. Though, your description of me as a shit-spit didn’t go unnoticed.” “Does he scare you?” 

“You fucking scare me” Vivian groaned in annoyance as she walked over to small table that had a tray of brandy. 

“Just talking to the Black Kaiser makes you nervous” Hilde laughed as she approached beside the one and only Blut. 

“You’re shaking” Blut smirked, squeezing a bit of cream into his hands and rubbing them together.

“You should just forget about him and move on.” 

“Who can forget about the Black Kaiser?” Blut flashed a grimace of disapproval. “So very special.”

“This is a bad idea” Vivian shook her head, taking a sip of the brandy while lounging on the chair beside Blut’s desk.

“Spare me the lecture. Unless you have a better way of putting him in our crosshairs and saving me eight million dollars.” “So, shut the fuck up, and let’s go with my plan, and send him to Belarus to die” Blut shouted.

Hilde traced her fingers lightly across Blut’s chest, a sly smirk tugging at her lips as she glanced toward Vivian.

“If he accepts this assignment, he’ll expect one million in his account before he makes a move. I need authorization to make it happen” Vivian bluntly told Blut, setting down her drink and grabbing the folder she had walked in with, before setting out to do her usual business. 

Blut groaned as he slapped Hilde’s ass, giving it a slight rub as she groaned in pleasure.  

It was about six in the morning in Triple Oak, everyone hustling and bustling to get to their jobs. But for you, it was time to head home after a long shift at the hospital.

“See you tomorrow y/n!”

“See you tomorrow, Lisa!” you waved, pulling your purse close as you stepped out of the hospital’s sliding doors. The crisp morning air met you like a splash of ice water.

“Hmm… pancakes and bacon sound good,” you hummed softly, rubbing your stomach. The thought made you smile as you turned down the street. The Triple Oak Diner wasn’t far — just a few blocks from the hospital, tucked near the heart of town.

Your boots clicked against the sidewalk, breath visible in the cold air. The town was quiet this early, the streets washed in pale winter light.

Finally, the diner came into view, a warm neon glow against the gray morning. You reached for the handle, already tasting the coffee you’d order, when your foot hit a slick patch of ice.

“Ah!” you gasped, the world tilting out from under you, but a firm hand caught your arm before you could hit the ground.

“Easy there,” a deep, steady voice murmured.

You blinked, breath hitching as you looked up.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you said quickly, brushing snow from your coat, then froze. It was him. The same man from the grocery store.

He looked almost exactly as you remembered, tall, broad, quiet eyes that seemed to see more than they let on.

“No need to be sorry,” Duncan said with a small chuckle, his voice low and rough-edged but warm at the edges.

For a second, you just stood there, caught in that brief, silent space where everything else fell away, the morning, the cold, even your breath.

He opened the door for you, “There you go.”

“I-uh….thank you. Again” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m-uh-y/n.”

He gave a short nod, the faintest smile ghosting across his face. “Duncan.”

“Well, thanks…Duncan.”

“Anytime.”

You stepped inside, holding the door for him as he followed, his movements deliberate and calm. He made his way toward the booth in the back, and you adjusted your coat, trying to settle your racing thoughts.