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Without any further yada yada yada...
Chapter 1- Murderous looks run in the family.
Elix watches as the man enters her apartment. Ok, it's her dad's apartment, but, same thing. Her dad, the Eliot Spencer. The man holds up a gun.
"Ok, Elix. He's too far away to take the gun. You're gonna have to get him closer." That little voice in her head talks to her again. It's like her dad lives inside her head.
"He's starting to rub off on you." Elix mutters to herself.
"I said hands up!" The man shouts, wondering why an 8 year old is assessing him with a murderous look in her eyes. A murderous look this man has only ever seen in the eyes of one person. Eliot Spencer.
"Comply, but be hesitant and don't let him dominate. This is your house." Elix slowly raises her hands.
"Shut up!" She whisper-hisses to herself. The man looks at her for a second before throwing her a burner phone.
"You shut up and call your dad." He instructs. Elix glares at him, but complies, like the voice in her head suggests.
"Ok, ok...How do you use this phone?" Elix grimaces in distaste at the phone that looks like it time traveled to the future. It's just the distraction she needs to throw the phone at him and slip into the hallway. She turns back for a split second, but breaks into a dash, hearing 9mm bullets pierce the walls as she jumps down the stairs a flight at a time.
Elix pulls out her phone as she runs. She presses the number on speed dial. The only number, her only help in a situation. It rings, not a connection yet.
"This is your house. Your home. And you run." The little voice just doesn't know when to shut up. Elix glances down at the phone. Still no connection. Still no guidance for the situation. Still nobody to tell her not to go back. Elix shoves the phone, still trying to reach a connection, in her back pocket. She looks up at the tall door at the entrance to the apartment complex.
"Be alert. There's trouble behind that door."
"That's never stopped me before." Elix mutters, shoving open the door to find a gun pointed at her face. She hears the quiet click of her phone finally having established a connection.
Eliot picks up his phone with a murderous look in his eyes. Looking at the caller id, the look intensifies.
"Parker! Quiet! I'm on the phone," Eliot shouts, siding with Hardison on the argument and picking up the call.
"I already told you once." The gritty voice refrains from shouting in frustration. "Put your hands up. AND LEARN HOW TO USE A FLIP PHONE!" The voice shouts, and Eliot hears the click of a gun being reloaded with another clip of ammunition. "Now call your dad and tell him I want $100,000,000. Tonight."
Eliot's heart drops into his stomach as his sinking suspicion is confirmed.
"His line's busy." Comes the scared but steady voice of his 8 year old daughter, Elix.
"Too bad for you then." Eliot hears the very distinctive bang of the 9mm pistol firing. Eliot hears the very distinctive thud of a 9mm bullet hitting a target. Eliot hears the very distinctive string of curses only his daughter would manage to know at the vulnerable age of only 8 years.
TO BE CONTINUED...