The Giovanni clans has always been a tight knit group, of Italians. Who love for one another knows no boundaries? From his mother all the way down to his only daughter Don Francis, Giovanni, has protected them, from the danger, of his occupation as , a agent, of the International Secret Service. Which is under the supervision, of Petrach Ottavius, Merrill, who just happen to pulling into the drive way, of the agent mother.
Just seeing the spotless gray sedan is a signal to Donald Francis Giovanni, his time with his family will be cut short for this duration. He been trained to pay attention to a certain signal, from the director, of the agency to know when to approach the high tech bullet prove limousine. Once, he spot that signal he has begun a conference with his director in charge, about an assignment he has been selected for, as one, of Merrill’s top operative.
“What’s Black Rage?” “Listen Cassavettes.” His secretive code name used when he’s on a mission, of importance. “Black Rage, is an African American group sometimes called Birth Right, that has become a potent player in creating havoc.”
“Do Tell ,Petrach?” Explaining, he have kept up with many extremist in society. But hadn’t heard one scoop about them. “Cassavettes, this group is led by, a Muhammad El, Jackson Junior, who has a deep hatred for whites in society.” He explains.
“Good thing, I’m Italian.” slight humor, from the cool operatives.
“Funny, but don’t take this organization likely because they been linked to several criminal acts. Which they think was justified.” remark Merrill.
“Petrach, You know me. I don’t take anything likely. I’m just as serious as you.” The director hand him a loosely connected dossier on the militant group.
“Cleopatra Marie, Johnson?” “The prize award, Cassavettes. She’s the financial arm, of this tightly organized unit. Without her they still be successful, but she bankrolled their beginning.”
Going further into the back ground, of the twenty seven year female. He give him information that also in the dossier concerning her heritage and the position her father holds, as a pillar, of society.
“So, you suspect she just trying to find a place to fit in..and connected up with the wrong friends.” “Exactly, Cassavettes!” After, a few more discussion the forty two year old agent depart his director’s automobile and return for, a few more minutes, of enjoying his family gathering.
While packing his clothes, he also begin packing his daughter. Who will be on a modeling assignment with her mother Bianca Sneed? Who is still highly loved, by her former in laws to be invited to all family gathering they have?
“Papa, when will you return?” “Di’onna, I can’t predict the precise time, but rest assured it won’t be long.” Di’onna Cassavettes, named after her father code name for security reasons. But christen Di’onna Veronica, Giovanni Cassavettes stays with her mother the half African American and Italian mother that worship her the same, as her father. She tightly protected, by them , from the exposure, of her father occupation. Which he refer, as a security detail job whenever she ask him his occupation.
After, some final goodbyes, they depart on separate flights to their designation. While both are attention getter’s, one is more dangerous than the other which happens to concerns Dion Francis, Cassavettes. Who accepts all the perks and blessing that goes with the job? It’s evening when he arrives in the assign town that the group Black Rage or Birth Right has been linked to operating from within.
He ask around about the group and find many afraid to speak to him about the group or their founder Muhammad El, Jackson. To him, a sign that this one man has this town operating under fear concerning leaking out information concerning firm to anyone. “Intimidation rules here.” He whisper in his head.
So, the next step he does completely on his own when he desire information he needs. He goes to the source to get it. Which exactly the way he has always operated in life. He just thought it would be easy if people was free with the information. Which would have showed him they wasn’t afraid, of Black Rage.
He arrives, to the head quarters, of BLACK RAGE, which printed in bold lettering. As, if they was signaling to society their message to be intimidated of, by the sign message. “Fear Of Nothing.” He ponder the real meaning behind the phase, as he enter the doors, of the well detail complex.
“Brother, I’m Alvin St. Mark. What brings you here?” “Muhammad Jackson, brings me here? I need to speak to here. If you don’t mind.” Cassavettes states with no fear in his voice.
“You must set an appointment. And fill out a personal information form.” St. Mark replies, “Request? and a personal information form? What he’s a doctor?” replies Dion Cassavettes, with slight humor.
But, he soon is told either submit the information or there will be no meeting with the group leader.
“I pass, Mister Mark.” Mis pronouncing his name on purpose. “It’s Alvin St. Mark.” “I see you love your name like myself. Well, tell Muhammad Jackson that Dion Cassavettes came by,and I will return again.” He remark as he depart the decorative office, of the BLACK RAGE headquarters
While outside, he witness a pure black SUV pull up and a magnificent woman emerge, from the sedan. She slim and trim and caramel. Which makes the agent remark about her as she pass. “Mmm Bella Donna.” Which stands for beautiful woman in Italians.
He know her to be Cleopatra Marie, Johnson, from the dossier he has on the group top leaders. He would speak to her but notice her security detail is tightly surrounding her, at the moment. But, he remark there will be another visit when he will be more determine to talk to the group leaders. While, he leaves the scene his movement is monitored until he has left completely.
In, his suite, the well leisure dress agent goes over every pages, of the dossier to get a tight grip. of BIRTHRIGHT operation.
“Muhammad El, Jackson, a former military expert in explosives.” he thinks seriously about the bombing a few weeks ago that created a diversion that saw one, of the wealthiest family get robbed. “Highly ranked before his eventual honorable discharged. ” he whisper to himself.
“Well, he left on good terms with the military. But, I question why or what have made his change his morals to be a hatred individual, of society people.”
“So, Alvin St. Marks, was one, of his soldier in his platoon?” Explaining that he must like the message his former commander seems to be spilling about his disdain for the white society.
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m Italian.” He remark with humor as he gets dress to revisit the BIRTH RIGHT/BLACK RAGE headquarters once more. And, this time he pack his 357 magnum glock weapon an although he has the chance to upgrade his weapon for a better one he sticks with the one that he feels more secure with as , a weapon, of choice.
Moments later, Dion Cassavettes has reenter the lobby, of the BLACK RAGE organization to continue his quest to meet with Muhammad Jackson, only to find obstacles , as before when he first arrived to speak to the militant leader.
“Ah, Mister Cassavettes, I see you don’t listen to well.” “Mister St. Mark, if you talking about me coming back to speak with Jackson. Then, you’re right.” Explaining that he love a challenge and his leader seems to be a firm master, of avoiding challenges.
“He’s not avoiding you, sir. He just don’t have the time to speak with you, sir.”
“Well, he will make time!” States Cassavettes. “Sir, threats only get threats..so thread lightly with them in here!!” Alvin St. Mark says, just as firm than the agent said him comments. A heated argument that brings to the front the co founder, of BLACK RAGE. Miss Cleopatra Johnson, who quiet the two gentleman with a tone, of shut up!
“Bella Donna, I see we meet finally. Hi, Madame Johnson, I’m Dion Cassavettes.” “Nice to meet you, Mister Cassavettes, what brings you here?” He goes through certain stories about his reasons while avoiding the exact truth about his mission.
“Well, sir. Muhammad Jackson isn’t here. But, if you like I make sure he call you soon as he arrives.”
“Appreciate that, Bella Donna. You might want to pass that good manners, off to your employees.” Cassavettes replies. While noticing that Alvin S. Mark getting heated, at the same time. While, he backing slowly toward the front entrance, of the business called BLACK RAGE. He fire off three consecutive rounds toward St. Marks, who slowly was trying to retrieve his assault weapon.
“St. Marks, let this be a stern warning that I could have killed you without a second thought!!” Advising him that this is just a final warning for them not to cross each other path again.
“Especially, militant man. If you like living.” Gone, from the scene the still heated Alvin St. Mark place a call to his organizational leader, Muhammad Jackson, alerting him to the happenings. After certain discussion between the two men he order Cleopatra Johnson to be held hostage, by BLACK RAGE for having violated the rules, of meeting with Casaavettes, without his approval. A move that has the woman upset and frustrated, if not confused, by the move.
With, Dion Cassavettes just a few blocks away, he is listening to the audio bugging, of BLACK RAGE headquarters, and instantly returns to assist Cleopatra Jackson, from being held under security clearance threat to the organization.
He slowly watches the head quarter’s to determine when he should make his move to assist the beautiful young. As, he sit and watches, he see the members walk from the place to their waiting sedans outside the building that they have owned for years.
With glock in his hands, he rushes the militants. Who being caught off guard isn’t able to respond quick enough?
“That right, my friends place your weapon slowly upon the ground.” While ordering the release, of the woman being held under tight control, of the group. “It’s one thing to threaten me and it’s a complete different different matter when it’s a beautiful she you’re holding.” he remark, as Cleopatra Johnson gets his his car.
He fired off rounds into each wheel, of the bullet proof rides and quickly leave the scene. “Well, CJ, another minute you might have been eradicated, by them.” “I doubt it!” she replies.
“A blind fool is a stupid fool..and to think, I thought better of you.” He says questioning her blind faith in the militant group. Which seems to be working even, if the young lady is afraid to mention her doubts to the cool Italian agent, of the ISS.
Elsewhere. “He did what?!!” ask Muhammad Jackson. Who takes the news unkindly and order a direct hit on both lives, of the two people. Who he call traitor and the fool? Riding, and trying to get into the mind, of the bank daughter he’s alerted that their an uprising, at the modeling event in town.
“So, you rescue models too besides spies?” She ask Cassavettes. Who honestly joked that he does spying for fun and recreation? “Miss, Jackson, it was a joke to crack the steam within the vehicle.”
“I figure it was, sir.” While, it seems like a joke, at first. He soon realize that his former spouse was hired, by the organization and that Bianca Sneed also took their daughter along to the event. Which causes him to revisit the joke that has now became truth and reality to him.
“CJ, you might have to come along for this journey unwillingly.” “So, as before I’m a hostage?” “No, you’re a passenger because I can pull over and let you take your chances with BLACK RAGE!” Which make her decide to tag along with the handsome agent to his designation.
“Modeling Affair!” Asking again about the rescuing, of models. “Just this one time, Miss CJ.” Telling her these people means more to her than she could ever know and, in the process all through he requested for her to stay behind she bent his decision to get him to let her come along. Gathering information, from the local authorities he alerted that the perpetrators behind the hostages is her own organization.
“BLACK RAGE!” she shouts. “Never!..it’s not something that would intrigue us into accomplishing our agenda.
“CJ, don’t keep being blind..your man… lover..or whatever you refer to him is only using you because, of your wealth.” “He adores me.”
“But, he doesn’t love you. Why couldn’t you profess that so quickly?” After scrabbling back and forth they decide to place that on the black burner. At, the presence rescuing his family is his top option and he’s not resting on letting the experts, in this matter tell him anything that he won’t listen too concerning them. Although Cleopatra Johnson, is getting a little suspicious about his determination to rescue two, of them more in terms, of the many being held.
“Who’s this Di’onna and Bianca?” “Friends!” “They are more, sir!” she keeping asking and pushing him to explain more. “Okay they my family..and one thing they know in this world and my life on earth. Is the fact they can depend on me.” He shout toward her as he pull, from his holster his lone magnum knowing that the BLACK RAGE members has high tech equipment.
“Dion, that won’t hold up against them?” “All weapons has the same logic to operate and achieve the same agenda, ma’am.” He replies. “What’s that?” She asked. “To hurt, to injure..and in this case to kill!!” Feeling that she was ordered to be held hostage, by Muhammad Jackson, she offer to assist the operative in his quest to free his family.
“Muhammad, it’s me, Cleopatra?” “What are you doing him?” Where’s your associate traitor to the cause?” Jackson shouts harshly to his former lover. “I figure you was becoming worthless!” “Worthless!..I’m the reason you’re where you at?”
“Well, you know the saying “See A Fool Use A Fool” pointing out he saw her and the opportunity she afforded him to get ahead in life. And that he’s grateful but doesn’t apologize for her being hurt. While, they argue back and forth Dion Cassavettes has sneaked into the surroundings and captured, six, of the militants members without any disturbance be detected.
Although, the four with Muhammad Jackson carry more weigh in dealing with because they have the hostages under their control. Somehow, someway, he has been able to get close to the room containing the women and the one child. Who spots her father and wanted to run to him out, of joy? But, held back, by her mother. Who places her hands over the child mouth when it looks like she might call out to him?
“Blessing be to God.” He whisper. While, still being thankful that Muhammad Jackson is till debating with Cleopatra Johnson. He takes direct aim, at one, of the captors, after placing his silencer on his glock. And, places two, of them upon the floor. Which is detected, as of yet, by the other two.
He creeps up close to the others two members. Who with all the noise the models have started back up making as a distraction and knock both, of them out? He slowly advises the models that two, at a time should leave the area so Jackson’s wouldn’t become aware, of them escaping too quick.
Following that advice, they slowly leave. With him guiding his family backward out the entrance he enter , from to help them. But, the sudden quiet catches the attention, of Muhammad Jackson. “Force of Choice!” He shouts, while realizing something is wrong. He comes through the door just in time to fire off in the direction, of Bianca Sneed and Di’onna Cassavettes and the secret operative missing him, but striking the child in the leg.
Which create her to scream in pain. But create, a rage that Dion Cassavettes learn it his child in emotional hurt that he stands and unleashed the few round left within his glock. Not, once concern with his life as Jackson fire off rounds missing Cassavettes. Who has hit the militant leader directly each time in the heart?
He stands, over Muhammad Jackson, and speaks to the decease victim. “Jack, the difference between us and goals my family know they all times. You can depend on me!” Soon, he’s with his daughter and alert it was just a flesh wound. He notice Cleopatra Johnson standing near the decease.
“You miss him?” “Probably, I can’t say. He gave me a direction in life.” She says with remorse. “Goals doesn’t end because someones gone, CJ.” “Meaning?”
“Your dreams can be achieve if you just apply yourself and understanding them.” Soon, Petrach Merrill, who has arrived on the scene has one, of his security personnel takes her home.
“Good Lady, Petrach.”
“Cassavettes, don’t worry. We will try to recruit her into the ISS.” Explaining, after a few back ground check.
“She’ll pass.” Dion F Cassavettes states with firmness.
“I’m sure she will with you back her, Dion.” Asking the agent, how his God daughter is doing after they discussed the happenings, of events.