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The Eraser
The Eraser
The Eraser
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The Eraser

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An ultra-secret organization that kills rouge world leaders for the United Nations hires a retired agent, Lex Dalton, code name the Eraser, for a hit in Sudan. Dalton, who has a history of being both paranoid and unpredictable, was fired ten years ago for attacking his supervisor. However, Dalton, who is half Sudanese and fluent in the language, is the only agent suited to do the job. The creditability of the world's only peacekeeping body is at stake. The organization that serves it will do anything at any cost not to be exposed.

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PublisherPhilip Pak
Release dateSep 8, 2024
ISBN9798227897923
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Philip Pak

Philip Pak is a retired NYC policeman who grew up in Brooklyn, New York, before it was expensive and trendy. Back then, it was full of colorful characters: pool sharks, bookies, some real and some wanna-be wise guys. A lot of the characters in his stories are based on them. A great deal of time is spent researching poisons and weapons on the internet. Hopefully, the FBI won't be knocking on his door.

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    The Eraser - Philip Pak

    THE AFRICAN TIMES, February 9, 2022

    The violence in Khartoum , Sudan is raging. Its democratically elected president, Damon Mamabutu, has been assassinated, and the government has been taken over by a brutal dictator by the name of Zumga Demoto.  Demoto, was once a trusted general in President Mamabutu’s regime. A charismatic personality whose popularity and influence with the army began to worry Mamabutu. When worry turned to fear of losing power, Mamabutu had Demoto jailed on trumped-up charges of treason. After the trial, Demoto swore vengeance against his former leader. He used his time in jail to form a gang that became so powerful they ruled the prison. One year later, using clever tactics and outside connections, he was able to cause an inmate uprising. They stormed the gates of the prison, killing most of the guards in the process. Demoto, a sadist by nature, once free, became a magnet for the most dangerous criminals in the country. His gang grew larger and more powerful. Using bribes and intimidation, his men were able to infiltrate Mamabutu’s personal guards which inspired a coup resulting in Mamabutu’s death. With the President murdered, Demoto declared himself the country’s military ruler.  Sudan is becoming increasingly corrupt and violent. People are being slaughtered in the streets and their children taken away to be brainwashed and incorporated into Demoto’s growing army. War crimes are becoming a daily occurrence, and the violence is starting to spill over into neighboring countries. This newspapers, as well as other truthful publications, are becoming censured. The situation, here in Sudan, is dyer. 

    THE SURROUNDING COUNTRY’S leaders demands for help did not go unnoticed by the United Nations Security Council.  The situation had been debated for months, but like all the other world’s atrocities, the UN provided a lot of lip service and no meaningful action. Although the UN provided a place for countries to discuss their differences, its inability to deal with an animal like Demoto, lead skeptics to wonder if supporting the organization is worth the time and expense. Marco Sebastian, the UN’s Secretary General, was well aware of this. He was a true believer in the UN and a staunch defender of its necessity. He was being forced into taking some sort of action. Dispatching UN troops to a sovereign country to replace its leader was not the answer. That was against all international law. Politicians kill people not each other.  However, there was a solution. A desperate one, but nevertheless a solution. Like his predecessors, he was aware of the UN’s dirty little secret. After much agonizing, he felt the situation in the Sudan was serious enough to warrant using the dreaded FRO.

    No one other than the prior Secretary Generals were aware of the FRO’s existence, and they were sworn to carry the secret to their graves. The FRO, or the Final Retirement Organization, was a secret hit squad formed during WW2 by the then powerful leaders who are now deceased. Funds are secretly funneled to them through an elaborate setup that so far had defied detection. Sebastian was well aware of the risks involved in using its services, but he felt he had no choice. Information from his sources on the ground in Sudan indicated that Demoto was preparing to invade Chad. If he isn’t stopped, his influence could spread throughout all of Africa, making the entire continent unstable. Sebastian picked up the phone and dialed the secret number. He, like the others before him, had no idea of the location he was calling. His voice was run through a series of AI verification checks before a voice on the other end was heard.

    Yes, Mr. S.

    "This is your mission. I’m afraid we have no choice but to kill Sudan’s Zumga Demoto. Make it look like an accident, or a revolution. Whichever is better for appearances.

    A voice answered.

    Done.

    The short conversation ended there.

    Sebastian nervously hung up the phone. He dreaded having to make that decision. There was no stoping now. The die was cast. He wondered how many heads of state were secretly assassinated by the FRO in the past. That information isn’t passed on. If word if this ever got out, it would mean the end of the FRO, possibly the end of the UN, and definitely the end of him.

    CLARANCE CHAMBERS HUNG up the phone. Only a serious and dedicated patriot, like himself, would be suited for, or even take a job like the director of the FRO. A personality void loner with no wife or children. He was what the agency looked for, a self sacrificing person who needed a cause. Chambers turned on his computer and brought up the file containing the dossiers of their agents. He needed someone who spoke the Sudanese dialect of Arabic. As the names slowly rolled down the screen, he noticed an agent he hadn’t seen or used in years. He hit the pause button. Lex Dalton, age 50, nickname ‘THE ERASER’, retired. Dalton came to the FRO from a mercenary warrior group called Black Mariah, a group mostly used by the UK for missions in the Middle East. Chambers’ remembered him from several years ago. Dalton was the son of the once British Ambassador to Sudan, Reginald Dalton and a Sudanese woman named Tamaya.  Lex lived and was schooled Khartoum. He spoke Arabic like a Sudanese. That was the upside. The downside was he was a bit paranoid, unpredictable, and given to rash compulsive behavior. When pushed, with a situation real or imagined, he could be very dangerous. Dalton was dismissed for assaulting Chamber’s predecessor, Charles Nesbith, for what appeared to have been a casual remark mistaken for an insult. Nesbith was beaten so badly he had to be hospitalized. Dalton’s current occupation is listed as unknown. Chambers remembered him as tall, dark, and in good shape. But, that was ten years ago. There are no current pictures of him. For all Chambers knew, he could now be a fat slob. Still, he could blend in with the Sudanese people better than anyone he had in his database. His current address was listed as Rockville Road, Creede, Colorado. Chambers decided it might be worth taking a trip there.

    CREEDE, COLORADO, WAS a sleepy little town near the headwaters of the Rio Grande with a population of about 260 people. When Chambers got off the train, he felt as if he stepped into the 19th century. Creede was an old mining town that once had as many as 10,000 residence, but that’s when there was silver in them there hills. Now it’s a skeleton of its past. The town still had an aura of the old west about it. Robert Ford, the man who killed Jesse James, Bat Masterson, and Soapy Smith, the infamous con man, once lived here. He walked down the street of

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