POI-The Protectors

"Turn - here", said the tall man as he pulled his feet to his chest in the backseat of the Crown Victoria. He looked at his watch again, half expecting to be late for this special occasion. If the driver of the car had seen the man, he might have been frightened by the wide smirk on the rider's face. The rider held a manila folder in between his fiddling fingers, tapping his feet as the radio played an irrelevant song.
"If you don't mind my asking Michael, why'd you bother smooshin' yourself back there? Man like you oughta sit in the front, don't cha think?" questioned the driver with an amused laugh.
"Ah…the sweet concept of surprise. I do not wish those who we will be visiting to…see me immediately", answered the rider quietly.
The rider of the car had uncut muddy brown hair falling behind his ears which held an oval pair of black sunglasses. His light blue eyes would have appreciated the protection on such a sunny afternoon during which he pursued his mission. His clothes were neat and nothing out of the ordinary, except for a patch that contained the letters P.O.I. on his chest. If one hadn't looked closely enough though, they may have missed the letters completely.
"Right sir. Of course, we won't be gittin' ourselves into too much trouble will we? You know old Freddie won't be happy if we do."
The rider seemed to have either ignored the driver, or perhaps was pondering the answer to his question. After a rather uncomfortable silence, the rider sighed and answered.
"Frederick will not be unsettled by what we do today John. No, I believe Fred will be most relieved actually. It has been a long time coming…" and Michael turned his head to the window as he said this, "… but I talk too much. Please turn left at this road John."
What the rider had said was true; the task that was to be completed today had been long planned by his organization. The mission today would be only two steps away from keeping the promise he had made so many years ago.
"Ah, there's the ticket Michael. And would cha look there, Fred is waiting for ya'. Well that's strange isn't it?..." pondered John.
"Yes…it is…" muttered the rider, "I will be leaving now. You will as well. Get out of here as fast as you can, okay John."
"Of course, sir. Well good luck to you guys!"
Michael jumped from the car, as the man called Fred waved solemnly and turned his head to the house in front of him. The car behind Michael sped quickly from the place, and made a sharp turn to the right.
Fred had a tired look in his eyes and the skin surrounding them. His wave seemed to have the effect of waving a white flag as opposed to a friendly gesture. His chin was rough and hairy and seemed to have needed shaving weeks ago. His graying blonde hair was uncombed and jutted out rather violently in many directions. Although he seemed able to be pushed over by the wind, there was a certain air about him that made him impenetrable.
"Is there a problem Derrek?" asked Michael to the man that he had once referred to as Fred.
"No more than I had once feared…so who are you today friend?" sighed Derrek
"Michael. Went with John"

"Ah Michael, it is a name that does not fit you well Leon. I must admit I fear Jonathan. His foolishness is not a good thing to be kept in our organization. He will not hesitate to deliver information to our enemies - for the right price", said Derrek.
"But certainly he wouldn't. The leader will not allow it; John is in a rather thorny debt…is he not?" Leon smirked at this comment.
"We do not know the strength of a fool's love as opposed to his bravery. His curiosity will lead him to our mission, and he will not appreciate the difficulty and the righteousness of what we are doing. You know as well as I that some of our methods are rather misunderstood."
"I trust our leader", stated Derrek.
"If you are suggesting I don't, you are rather misinformed. It is not without hesitation that I have expressed my fears about…him. If we are to be more safe than sorry, than we must take every precaution. We must take our parts, in order for our leader to take his parts. But that is enough", and with that the conversation ended. It was easy to see that Derrek had not desired to further the discussion.
"Are they inside?" asked Leon cautiously.
"They will be inside for quite some time, I'm afraid. They are dead" said Derek as he looked away from Leon and began aggressively itching his arm.
"They can't be Derrek. That will make the whole plan entirely fallible, perhaps impossible. Who found them?" urged Leon.
"Me, an hour ago. I knew something was wrong when they didn't call - "
Derrek shook his hands exasperatingly, "NO! Who killed them?! It could have been someone in our group!"
"Why? Certainly not in our group. You must not be so paranoid. Our plan was well laid out, but susceptible to leaks. There are many suspects."
"No Derrek, you don't understand. The only people who about the Jevren's were you, me, the leader….and Jonathan."
The two men stared at each other silently for a long time, each of them contemplating the event. The dead bodies waiting to be moved seemed to be of no concern for the two thinkers that waited on the doorstep. At the end, Derrek sighed once again, evidently wasted of his energies.
"Ah, perhaps my suspicions have come to pass as facts rather than theories. Let us enter the house and further our thoughts and discussion."
And with that the two men inched towards the house, stopping momentarily on the doorstep.