Disclaimer: I do not own Human Target, or the B 52's and intend no copyright infringement
Author's Notes: Apparently I found the need to continue this story. It kinda felt like the end was hanging there and our gorgeous duo needed a little more action. Speaking of action, I have had some seriously crazy encounters at the gym lately. I don't know what it is but now that I swim and run in the morning, all the scary people are out. Maybe it's me….I dunno. But then again, I write fanfiction so I guess I can fall into the same crazy category. Ok…enjoy.
P.S. "Hot yoga? Really?!"
Limited Resistance Maximum Attention 2
Guerrero glared over at Chance and Ilsa then whispered. "You know…the both of you owe me big time. The last time I was in a church, not only was I armed, but I had to rescue an attractive woman. What is this?" Ilsa raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Guerrero, I thought you enjoyed things like this. It's much like the opera you know." Guerrero looked to Chance then back to Ilsa. "You know what boss lady...I…" The choir interrupted his passive tirade. He pointed to the both of them and whispered. "Until next time."
"Good morning." She leaned down to the bed and nuzzled the back of his ear. He rolled over and was greeted by a set of deep brown eyes. "Mmmmmm. You're up early."
"My flight leaves in an hour." She sat down on the bed beside him. "I need to make a few stops before I leave." He wrapped his arms around her waist. "You want me to drive you to the airport?" She shook her head. "No. I want you to go back to sleep." She leaned down and placed her hands on the sides of his face. Looking deep into his eyes she kissed him. He knew she needed to leave, but he wanted more. He pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. As he continued moving his hands up and down her back, the sheet covering him slowly fell down to his waist.
She was dressed, in full make-up, with her bags sitting at the door, clearly ready to catch her flight to see Connie. Although she made up with Chance, she was still going to meet her sister-in-law to take some time off. Chance had agreed that maybe it was the best thing for her.
She couldn't resist running her hands over his now exposed chest. He was a work of art. Muscled in all the right places with soft skin. Ilsa wasn't an arrogant or greedy woman, but deep down she knew she was slightly possessive when it came to this man. She knew other women stared and admired him. Hell she thought, who wouldn't?!
His hold was a silent plea and she knew it. She broke the kiss and looked down at him. "Alright Mr. Chance. You've got 5 minutes." He smiled seductively at her. "I guess you can just keep that skirt on then."
30 minutes later…
She looked in the floor length mirror and adjusted her skirt. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. They stared at each other in the mirror. "You know Ilsa. You should try to be on time when you make an appointment. Your pilot might leave you." She rolled her eyes, and walked out of his embrace. He grabbed a cup of coffee while she gathered her purse and coat. As he walked to meet her at the door she watched him closely. He was wearing a pair of dark gray sweatpants. They sat low on his hips. Low enough to be inappropriate. But she was fine with that. As he lifted the coffee mug to his lips, his muscles rippled over his body. When he got closer, she could make out the light cluster of hair that disappeared into this pants. She licked her lips and imagined kissing all of his secret parts.
"Ilsa…hey…you ready?" He smiled and grabbed her briefcase. "Come on, I'll walk you down." When they got to the car, he helped her in. "Ok. Go get your plane. I'll see you in a couple weeks." She gave him a quick kiss. "Bye." He closed the door and jogged up the stairs.
She watched as he disappeared into the front door. She had fallen for this man. Only her husband had possessed her heart on such a level, and even as hurt as she was at his affair, Chance managed to break down her walls. But as always, she was the one who made the final decision. But…she admired him. She admired how he commanded attention, yet how soft he was. She had made a good decision. He was hers.
When Chance got back into the penthouse, he decided on staying awake. He watched cartoons and made himself breakfast. It was going to be a slow day. He thought about going to do some work at the office, but slacking off sounded much better. As he lay on the couch drinking another cup of coffee, his cell phone rang. He didn't recognize the number but he picked it up anyway. "Chance." On the other line, there was an all too familiar voice. "Chris…..I …I need your help." He nearly dropped the phone. "Katherine?" It was the only word he could manage to get out.
"Don't get too comfortable Ilsa. We leave for Greece tomorrow." Ilsa looked over at Connie. "Greece? Should I even ask?" Connie smiled and shook her head. "All you need to worry about is a swimsuit and sunglasses." Ilsa smiled back at her and then looked out the window. Her former home was passing by. She recalled walking the streets of the all too familiar country. Before she could fall deeper into reminiscing, Connie brought her back to reality. "So….sister. How are things stateside? I take it you are still upset over Mr. Chance? You decided to visit me."
Ilsa gave her a sideways glare. "You know Connie, he isn't the only reason why I leave San Francisco. And yes….things are going fine." Connie smiled and laughed out loud. "Ilsa Pucci. You are absolutely the worst liar! First off, the ONLY reason you ever leave that place is because you and your partner disagree on something. Or, you have some affair to attend. I wasn't born yesterday. In fact, I could hear it in your voice when you called me. You and he had a disagreement no doubt."
Ilsa could only smile back. "Fine. You apparently know me too well. If you MUST know, he and I had a bit of a scuffle. Believe it or not, he made amends in quite an astounding way. He was courteous about his apology…and I….accepted it." Ilsa started twisting a lock of hair while avoiding eye contact with her sister-in-law.
She leaned in closer. "Do you remember when you first met Marshall?" She shook her head. "Do you remember when we ran into your first crush at a charity ball a few years ago?" Ilsa gave her a questioning look. "Yes? Why?"
Connie leaned back into her seat. "Well….of course you don't notice it, but when you are smitten over a gentleman, you twist your hair just like you are doing now. Not to mention you lose all sense of reality." Ilsa immediately dropped her hand once she realized she was caught. Connie knew her all too well, and now she called her out on her feelings for Chance. Ilsa sighed heavily then smiled. "All right miss nosy. If you must know….."
A vibrant smile spread across her face. "He is quite an amazing man." Connie clapped her hands like a teenager. "Aha! I knew it! You are falling for him! I knew it when we were at the opera! The elusive Ilsa Pucci has a crush on her coworker! So….how is he in bed?" Ilsa gasped. "Connie...stop! You are some sort of awful!"
"Oh come now Ilsa. I see the way you two stare at each other. The man has a wicked set of bedroom eyes!" Ilsa just shook her head in amusement. She knew Connie was right. She had come to admire him but was trying her best not to show she had fallen head over heels. She wasn't sure what to say. As luck would have it, a popular song from their past had come on the radio. She yelled to the driver. "Ooooo Mitchel….turn that up please."
As the song grew louder Connie smiled at Ilsa and the both started to sing. "The love shack is a love place where, we can get toooogeeethhheerr….love shack baaabbbyyy!" Connie giggled. "Oh Ilsa I remember when our families met at that country club dance, and you told everyone you were taking Theodore Rogers to the love shack!" Ilsa giggled right along with her. "Oh geez not him! I had hopes you would have saved me from that decision!" The two women continued laughing and reminiscing as the car bustled down the road.
"Winston. How? When?" Chance ran a hand thru his hair. "I have no idea how this is even possible?" Winston pulled thru the files and looked at the computer screen. "Chance, I can't explain it. Either someone is yanking your chain, or Katherine's death was a big elaborate scheme. All I know is that this signal is for an abandoned steel yard here in San Francisco. We can definitely check it out, we just need to be careful."
Chance opened his phone and dialed Guerrero. He needed as much help in this situation that he could find. In hindsight he wish that he would have never taken the call in the first place. What if it was legit? What if her death was a set up? What would he say if he actually saw her again? These were things he would have to think about on the way to save the person that called and asked for help. He finished packing the rest of their gear and loaded the weapons. They had no clue what they were getting into. Once they got into the car, he called Ilsa.
Greece was gorgeous. It was full of life and beauty. Ilsa and Connie had been there numerous times, but it was something about the atmosphere that just made it a place to want to come back to. Connie had beachfront property and a private stretch of beach as an added bonus. No matter how many tourists ever showed up, her spot would be free and clear. Of course, that didn't stop them from getting in on the action. The two women rarely had time alone. Ilsa was always away or with her husband, while Connie was with the next attractive man from some heavily wealthy family.
As they dressed for the beach, Ilsa's cell phone rang:
"Good afternoon, I am trying to contact a friend. Tall, black hair, brown eyes and a sultry walk. Gorgeous…no wait sexy…strong willed….stubborn most of the time…no wait…ALL of the time. She goes by the name heart breaker….I mean…Ilsa."
She was laughing now. Something he rarely heard from her, even when they were together. "Well sir, I'm not sure if I can help you. This woman sounds like she could be dangerous. If you can settle for someone else, I may be available." He laughed back into the phone. "I dunno. This woman is pretty amazing. One of a kind... I mean, you sound like you're a nice lady, but this woman...well…she's just…amazing…and dangerous. She runs a company comprised of ruthless thugs that claim they save lives. Oh and I might add that one of the members is pretty sexy."
Her laughing finally ceased. "Well sir, I must admit, I already know a very sexy man. His abs alone are worth the friendship. But I will surely keep an eye out for you."
Chance could honestly say he missed her. He was trying as hard as he could to get the phone call from Katerine out of his mind. Ilsa was a smart lady and could sense when his demeanor changed…even over the phone. "How are you and Connie getting along? Have you purchased the countries clothing inventory?"
Ilsa smiled into the phone. "For your information sir, we will not be shopping for a few days. We are at the beach in Greece and I am now on my way to enjoy some much needed sand an surf?" She could sense his attention perking up, even on the other side of the world. "Oooo…aren't there nude beaches there? Will you take pictures for me?" she sighed. "Ha, maybe you'll get lucky. Alright sir, I must be getting along. Connie is anxious to watch the young men play on the beach in their Speedos. I will talk to you later."
"Likewise madam. Have a good day." They respectfully hung up their phones just as Connie called Ilsa. "Coming Connie." She gathered her beach bag and slipped on her sandals. The day was beckoning her.
When they stepped out onto the beachfront, it was decorated sparsely with umbrellas and tables. There were two large nets set up a bit closer to the water. Ilsa looked at Connie puzzled. "I thought this was a private beach? I know damn well you don't play soccer." Connie just smiled behind her sunglasses. "No I don't, but they will be playing." Ilsa looked down the beach to see a small group of men walking towards them. She was a little taken aback. "Connie?" She shrugged. "It's the Greek national soccer team. They wanted to play on the beach but needed a space, and some privacy. So I allowed them to borrow my beach front." Ilsa donned a grin. "You know there are a lot people who think you are an innocent woman. If they only knew."
As they continued to prepare their space, one of the men approached them. "Hello ladies. Thank you again for letting us practice here Connie. It's tourist season and we just wanted a nice closed area near the water." Ilsa wondered how he knew her on a first name basis, but she figured she didn't want to open that can of worms. Before the player left Connie held up her sun tan oil. "Would you gentlemen mind?" The man smiled and took the bottle. Then he whistled to his teammates. Nine more hard bodied soccer players jogged up to where they were sitting. Apparently, they were going to get to choose which one of the players slathered sun block on their backs.
Now Ilsa and Connie were dignified, but the men standing before them allowed for their inhibitions to be thrown away. Connie peered over at Ilsa. "Won't Chance be upset?" Ilsa raised a brow. "Connie, I can look…just not touch….well, maybe they can touch" Connie smiled back at her. She was well aware that her sister-in-law was beyond faithful. But any woman in their right mind would not have missed this opportunity.
The area was dark. It smelled of burnt diesel fuel and trash. There wasn't another human being in sight. Winston parked outside of the dilapidated fence and handed Chance and Guerrero their earpieces. "All right guys listen. You know damn well we are being watched at this very moment. You need to stay in constant contact inside that dump." He looked over at Chance. "You sure you wanna do this man?" Chance nodded. Ever since he got the call, Winston was leery about pursuing the lead. There was a possibility that they were walking right into a trap. But Chance had the final say, and where he went, they followed.
When the two men got to the entrance of the main building, Chance motioned for Guerrero to cover him. He dodged and weaved in and out of old pallets and metal structures until he could hide behind a safe spot. "Winston, can you get me a lay of this place?" The radio crackled. "Ok, you need to head up to the third floor and go west about 25 yards. There should be a tunnel that leads to a storage room. After you get to the room, go roughly 75 yards and there should be a door on your right. From there, put those heat sensing goggles on and you should be able to see what the hell is going on."
They continued with Winston's directions until they were in the storage room. Chance put the goggles on and made an attempt to see beyond their present position. "Alright Guererro. Looks like there are 7 men. Of course they are heavily armed. There's a smaller…no wait…that's...a woman. She's hanging from the ceiling by her arms. Shit! What the hell are the doing to her? Come on, we gotta get in there."
Guerrero pulled Chance by the shoulders. "Dude stop now! We need a plan. I know you like to shoot at the hip, but whoever is setting all this up knows you pretty well. I'm sure they are ready for us." Chance took a deep breath. He knew Guerrero was right. Storming in wouldn't work, but they needed to act fast. He looked again at the layout of the room. The men were surrounding the woman hanging from the ceiling. He knew if they stormed in, there was a chance she could get hurt or even killed. "Ok Winston, I think it's time for an aunt Judy." Winston reported back. "Chance I swear, if I get hurt, I am going to be angry. The last aunt Judy almost got me shot." Chance whispered back. "Ok brother I promise I will nurse you back to health if you get hurt." Winston groveled. "Fine." Chance looked at Guerrero. "I'm gonna need that flash grenade."
After watching the men play soccer, the women were ready to call it a day. As they collected up their belongings, a few players walked over to them. "So ladies, are you calling it a day?" Connie smiled. "Yes, I think Mrs. Pucci and I have had enough sun." The man smiled and nodded. "Can I interest you ladies in a drink this evening?" Connie looked over at Ilsa and she nodded. "Sure thing. Meet us at the bar just at the end of this road. Tell them you are with the Pucci's." He stuck his hand out to them. "Ladies, it was a pleasure. We will see you this evening."
Ilsa looked over at Connie. "So…I take it they are more your generation?" Connie laughed. "I need a little vibrancy in my life Ilsa! Besides, if you get to go on car chases and shoot-outs, then I think I should at least go out with a man a little younger than me." This made Ilsa laugh harder. "Younger?! Is he even legal?" Connie started walking towards her home. "Come on! Let's get ready for tonight."
Winston started driving uncontrollably around the abandoned lot. After a few circles he started firing his machine gun out the window. Chance could hear the men react and gather their guns. They hid behind a broken stairwell and watched as 5 of them ran towards the exit. Once they were gone Chance got ready. "Ok Winston, we're goin in." Chance looked at Guerrero and nodded. He pulled the pin from the flash grenade and yanked the door open. As soon as he ran in, he immediately recognized one of the men standing there.
