Chapter 3
FARMHOUSE – REDDICK, FLORIDA
Clyde had been able to escape prison in Florida, and was now on the run. He was in a rural part of Florida, where there were mostly farms. He was coming in from tending to some cows. He came in the door, and turned on the lights. He was surprised to see André sitting in his chair, reading the newspaper.
ANDRE: Oh, good, you're home. I was wondering how long you'd be out.
CLYDE: Who the hell are you? What are you doin' in my house?
André took off his reading glasses, put down the newspaper, and stood.
ANDRE: I have a message for you, Mr. Weston.
CLYDE: I asked you a question. I said, who the hell are you?
André put a finger to his lips.
ANDRE: Ssh. There's no need to shout, Mr. Weston. I'm standing right here and I can hear you just perfectly.
André chuckled.
ANDRE: Besides, even if you did shout, there's nobody around to hear you.
CLYDE: What do you want?
ANDRE: Good lord, you are as dense as father said you were, I just told you, I have a message for you.
André bent over the chair he had been sitting in, and dug into the cushion. He pulled out his katana.
CLYDE: Are you threatenin' me?
André chuckled again.
ANDRE: Oh, I don't make threats.
CLYDE: You think you can kill me? Well, here's some news for you, you can't! I'm Clyde Weston, and I'm indestructible! Many a man has tried to kill me. What makes you think you'll be any different?
ANDRE: Oh, you think you're indestructible, eh? Well, I've got some unfortunate news for you, Mr. Weston. You're deluding yourself. There is only one indestructible man to walk this earth...me. The Black Phoenix.
CLYDE: Phoenix? I've heard that name before. You're one of his men, aren't you?
ANDRE: No, worse. I'm his son.
CLYDE: What, daddy couldn't handle me himself so he sent out you to take care of me, junior?
André wrapped his arm around Clyde. The blade of the katana was to Clyde's neck.
ANDRE (whispering): Never call me “junior” again.
CLYDE: You're makin' a big mistake, pal. Never bring a knife to a gun fight.
Clyde reached for the gun in his pocket. André tightened his grip, and chuckled.
ANDRE: Oh, but I didn't. I brought a sword.
André sliced his katana through Clyde's neck. Clyde fell to the ground, dead. André reached into his shirt pocket, brought out a handkerchief, and wiped the blood off of the blade.
ANDRE: Stefano DiMera sends his regards.
DIMERA JET
A few hours later, André was on a private DiMera jet. He is on the phone with Stefano.
ANDRE: It has been done.
STEFANO (over phone): Excellent. Now, when you come home, sneak in the front door. I will be in a meeting. It must look like I do not know you are arriving.
ANDRE: Oh, I'm well aware of the plan. I'll be seeing you soon, father.
André hung up the phone, smiled, and laughed.
DIMERA MANSION
Stefano hung up the phone. Rolf walked in.
ROLF: I assume everything went according to plan?
STEFANO: Of course. André was always my most faithful soldier. And now, he is my most faithful son.
Rolf nodded.
STEFANO: Now, Dr. Rolf, it is wonderful having you here. However, you must make yourself...
ROLF: Scarce? Yes, I know. André informed me of this when we arrived. I shall retire to my lab. But, you may, of course, contact me at any time.
STEFANO: Good. Good.
Rolf went downstairs.
Hours later...
Stefano was talking to one of his goons.
STEFANO: Bring him in through the tunnels. He must not be seen. Everything must go according to plan.
ANDRE: And what would that be?
André walked in, surprising the goon.
STEFANO (faux surprise): André? Dear god! What are you doing here? I told you never to come back to Salem!
André smiled. The goon had bought it, hook, line and sinker. Now, it was time to have some fun.
For André, the end is just the beginning...
