Catch Her If You Can

Chapter 1

JE owns the story, I'm simply borrowing

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I should be happy. I have absolutely everything I ever wanted.

I have a successful business with offices in Miami, Boston, Washington DC, Trenton and Chicago. I have expensive cars, homes and planes. My daughter is sixteen, beautiful and brilliant and is going to Harvard in the fall. I can make a call and have a date with any beautiful woman I want. I look out my penthouse window in Trenton and I realize I am bored and I am restless. Too bad I ended my contract with the government to do missions.

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I turned from the window when my phone rang "Yo."

"Ranger, we are getting ready to leave for Wahoos to pick up Jack Barnette. Jeanne Ellen is here to be the distraction. Are you coming?"

"No you handle it Tank. How does Jeanne Ellen look?"

"Like a 110 pound icicle in heels, Why the hell you think she is hot enough to attract anyone is beyond me. She hasn't brought out the last 6 skips We just go in and load them up after she gives them frostbite."

"Look for some one else then Tank."

"I'm trying."

"Call me and let me know how it goes."

I turned to my laptop and started to do reports. Sixty minutes later my phone rang again. "Yo." I could hear Tank and the others laughing.

"Ranger, the skip is bagged, and being transported to TPD as we speak."

"Why are you laughing?"

"Well, it was the damndest thing. Jeanne Ellen, couldn't even get the skip to look at her. He was focused on another woman, who wasn't giving him the time of day. She was talking to the bartender and just ignoring him when she turned to leave. The skip followed her out of Wahoos and grabbed her halfway across the parking lot. She elbowed him, kicked him in the balls, did a leg sweep and when he was on the ground she took her pocketbook and walloped him in the head while she was standing on his hand with her 4 inch spiked heels. Before we could find out if she was okay, she jumped on a motorcycle, put on her helmet and took off. It was so slick, I've never seen anything like it, she's been trained by somebody and who knew you could ride a bike in a dress with a slit up the side and 4" heels. To be honest, we are all standing here with hard ons, it was hot, she is hot and she's beautiful."

"Go back in and talk to the bartender and find out who she is and send Jeanne Ellen home. Come to the conference room when you get back"

An hour later I am in the conference room with the take down team. They spent the first 30 minutes talking about the "one woman take down team" Now, these are professional soldiers who have been trained to be observant. They were…

Our Mystery Woman

1. "She was built like a brick shithouse" started Tank

2. "She had curly hair." Manny

3. "She was tall." Binkie

4. "She was built." Hal

5."She was white." Cal

6. "She was built."Brett

7. "She was wearing a blue dress with a slit way up the side and was wearing blue lace underwear." Lester

8. "She was wearing 4" heels." Manny

9. "She was built." Tank

10. "She was beautiful and had a great ass." Lester

11. "She was built." Cal

12. "She was built." Manny

13. "She had a great ass, this bears repeating." Lester

Hal, the quietest on the team finally said, "Would it help if I told you she was riding the new Ducati Diavel?"

"You noticed her bike?" asked Lester.

"Didn't you? Oh that's right you were to busy looking at her ass."

"Yeah and it was a great ass - I'd recognize it anywhere." quipped Lester.

I got the picture she was beautiful, white, she had curly hair, she was wearing a blue dress with a slit, 4" heels, her pocketbook was probably heavy and she was built and had a great ass. They didn't know what she looked like as far as facial features, height (except that she was tall) or weight . But we did know she rode a hot bike and that was a starting point. There can't be too many Ducati Diavel in Trenton

No one in the bar knew who she was or so they said and the bartender would not help at all. Any video taken had been erased by the time the guys asked for it. Whoever she was, the people were protecting her. She was one of their own.

"So while all of you professionals were sitting around watching the skip …"

"Don't forget we were watching the 'Icicle which is why our eyes were covered with frost, which is why we weren't more observant" yelled Lester.

"Mats at 5:30 Santos. To repeat while all of you were watching the skip and the icicle, an unknown woman enters the scene, attracts the skip, walks out with the skip to the parking lot, is assaulted by the skip, incapacitates the skip and rides off into the sunset on a motorcycle wearing 4" heels and none of you can give me a decent description except she's built. YOU'RE PATHETIC!"

"Hey we got the skip!"

"No you didn't! The unknown woman got the skip!"

"We cuffed and transported the skip."

"YOU'RE PATHETIC! Extra training this week. Dismissed."

I was making my way up to 7 when I realized something - I had a new mission - find this woman, she intrigued me. I didn't think I was going to be bored anymore.