Chapter 3: Do I know you?
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On the Plane
The rest of the flight didn't seem nearly as long as I thought it was going to be, all thanks to my self-assigned seatmate. I found out that contrary to popular belief, girls that only care about make-up and fashion do have some depth to them.Bra Briefs (I choked on my drink when I heard, it was a few minutes before she could continue) was her name and although she was native of Japan, she went to America for college. The reason she went is because apparently Japanese colleges don't have parties like ours………Movies really need to stop glorifying college life, it isn't all that special.
She stopped talking about two hours into the flight (thank god, I think I need a hearing aid now) and fell asleep. For some screwed up reason I can't for love or money go to sleep on these really long plane rides. Sure I pass out the minute I sit down on a two-hour flight, but bring on the Big Kahuna, and you'll think I've been awake for a week.
Anyways, now that I'm thinking about it, I've neglected to mention how I actually got into the CIA. I know I've mentioned it, but I've never felt the need to write it down. Since I started this journal shortly after the total domination of my first case (a little overkill, but what can I say? The first is always the best). I was over being mad at my brother. It wasn't his entire fault what happened, but he really should've left this particular case to the professionals. (What am I saying?? I could've left at any time...)
Stapled in Notebook
Date: 12-24-06
Overseeing Officer: Lt. Williams, Eric S.
Witness(s): McConnolly, Justin D. and McConnolly, Farley L.
Suspect(s): Charleston, Richard J.
Report: Victims Sheila McConnolly and Arthur McConnolly were found in a bedroom of their two-story home and were found at 7:45:38 by their son (Justin) and their daughter (Farley). Victims appeared to be shot several times with a Japanese manufactured handgun (see attached file R-13) and their foreheads had the shape of a pentagram with a lightning bolt through it etched with a standard Swiss army pocketknife (see attached file K-34). When police arrived at the scene after receiving a 911 call, the witnesses left the crime scene after giving a statement. No trace of evidence was found by the forensics team other than the murder weapons, which were found abandoned in the ditch in front of the residence.
You see? It all started with this. The just to get some answers, my brother went to this pool hall that the only suspect was known to hang out. So he went there (unbeknownst to me), found Richard, and almost died because of his stupidity. He waltzed right in there asking questions and didn't even bother to be subtle about it. As luck had it, Richard swore he wasn't the real murderer and even told us about this guy he had heard ranting on about being involved in a murder.
I swear destiny had it in for us that day because when my brother went to the specified place (which also happened to be a pub he'd been to before), he found the murderer with about twenty thugs around him and he was even recounting the tale of the murder…………lucky him. I honestly think the only reason Richard told Justin where to look is because he didn't actually think my brother would go looking for him, let alone try to get him arrested.
After I finished yelling at him, guess what he asked me. He had the nerve to ask me to help me get a confession out of the person in front of a law official. Basically asking me to…nevermind, the point is he dragged me into this mess. I could hardly say no, he begged me and I really wanted to get the real murderer behind bars too. I told him that we were going to be outnumbered and at a grave disadvantage, but he hat this gut feeling that it was going to work.
Before we left to go he said sorry, but I seriously doubt it was about going to such lengths to find the murderer (I wouldn't even be sorry about that). But whatever it was, it didn't matter anymore.
As the red Monte Carlo slid to a halt in the parking lot of Corrigan's, the two occupants of the car made sure everything was in place. The dark-haired girl, who looked much older than she actually was, made sure that her knife and gun were secure in her boots, just in case. She may not have concealed weapons permit, but this was hardly a time to be picky.
The driver, the girl's older brother by about four years, was checking all his pockets to make sure everything was secure. He was wearing jeans, a leather jacket, cowboy boots, and a white tee shirt. His sister was wearing shorts that only covered a few inches of her thigh (she had to go out and get it specially because she didn't have one since she hated wearing them), a shirt that barely covered everything, and black army boots.
As they entered the establishment, not a single person paid any attention to them, except maybe for an awfully silent person sitting at the back of the room. The girl went immediately to the bar upon entering while her brother sat at a table in a corner of the room. Minutes later, Farley came out from the room behind the bar with a shirt on exactly like the ones the waitresses wore.
For awhile after that it was just going around taking orders and serving until finally someone at the murderer's table wanted something. Making my mission even easier they specifically asked for me. People sometimes ask for specific waitresses if they see something they like, a good thing in this instance. But unfortunately, people who do this (in my unfortunately vast experiences) usually think that placing an order is…hands-on.
So I went over there, asked what they want, said I'm only for show and left. When I came back with the drinks, they all but forced me to stay. It wasn't exactly how I had planned, but sometimes you just have to work with what you've got.
"So sweet thing," Ralph (the murderer's name as indicated by his 'friends') said as he pulled Farley onto his lap. "What are you doing in a hell hole like this? This place is much too rough for someone like you."
"I wouldn't be too sure of that if I were you." She replied with a confidant face on, although she was feeling a little unsure of the plan now.
No one in the bar took notice to the current events except the man from earlier who had stopped drinking his drink and seemed to take an interest in what was happening.
"Now if you will excuse me boys…" Farley said as she made a move to get up. "I need to get back to some of the other customers."
Ralph pulled her back down. "I don't think so. Those other girls were doing okay before you came, so they'll do fine, alone, now."
Noticing Farley's situation, Justin walked up and tapped Ralph's shoulder. "Excuse me." He said. " But I believe that girl just said that she needed to get back to her job."
"I don't recall bringing you into this conversation boy, so go back on over to your table before I make you." Ralph spat at Justin with a sneer that could kill a whale.
"That's the oldest line in the book, it's almost a guarantee that whoever said it isn't actually gonna do anything."
If refusing to leave the moment he was told to wasn't the trigger, then what Justin just said was definitely the cause for Ralph's three friends (an all time low for him) immediately jumped from their chairs and headed straight for Justin. Lucky for him the three were really slow, but they unfortunately made up for it with their strength.
It was very easy for my brother to dodge them, but when they actually landed a hit, it took him more than a couple of seconds to recover. The man that was sitting at the back of the room when we came in walked between Justin and the others and tried to stop it, I guess. To this day I still can't get a straight answer out of that guy. Whenever I ask about why he stepped in, he said it was because of the drink and the fact that he was off-duty at that particular moment. Mark always gets kind of touchy when I talk about it, so I try to stay off of the subject.
"Come now gentlemen." Mark said without a trace of drunkenness in his smile. "This kind of behavior needn't take place. Just let the lady get back to her job, this man back to his business, and you all get back to your drinks."
"This isn't any of your concern pretty-boy, so go back to your drink and leave us be." Ralph said as he stood up with Farley still in his grasp. "I would hate to have to hurt this pretty young thing just to get you to leave." He brandished a gun from his sleeve.
"On the contrary," Mark replied. "That would make me want to kick your ass even more that I originally wanted to five minutes ago. Oh well, I guess I'll have to settle for beating the living daylights out of your lackeys." As soon as he finished his last word, he turned around quicker than the eye could see and gave the guy standing behind him an extremely hard punch in the gut that made him double over.
After that it was all a great big mess. My brother was thrown into a wall by one of the guys and knocked out. I tried to go to him, but Ralph put the gun to my head and forced me to stay there and watch everything that happened. Eventually Ralph made his way into the fight on the losing side. I know I thought Mark looked a little too…unfit…to do it, but he was actually an awesome fighter. Not one of those men stayed on their feet for more than a minute. Eventually I got in to help him, but I must say, he really didn't need it. We eventually got the confession out of Ralph and Mark arrested him and his men. When the police came I was all but ready to get out of there as quick as I could, but Mark was determined to make me stay.
"Look man, if you make me say anything to them I swear I'm going to put all the glory and blame on you." Farley said with a look on her face that clearly stated that she was getting tired of this. "I'm not going to do it and you're not going to make me." She crossed her arms and stared at Mark.
"There's no way to get out of it. Either you tell them what really happened when they ask you for your statement or I will." He told her as they walked from the building.
"I already told you I'm not going to do it. No way, no how."
Farley started to walk in the direction of her brother's car when Mark grabbed her arm. "I told you you're not going anywhere until the CIA know exactly what went on in there, and it's better that they hear it from you. This was an internationally known criminal that they've been trying to hunt down now for some time, and like I said, they'll want to know every little detail."
He all but dragged me over to his boss who asked me everything humanly possible to be known about what happened. Unfortunately I had to tell him or Mark would. Rodriguez, Mark's boss, told me that I needed to come to the headquarters the next day to verify everything that had taken place and so on. Unbeknownst to me, that next day was the unofficial first day of my training in the CIA. It's almost time to land and Bra's going to probably wake up soon, so I need to put this up before she asks what it is.
Once the plane landed, Bra started talking even more excitedly than she had on the plane. She was talking about her family and how it was going to be 'just fantastic' when I met them. Inwardly Farley sighed. 'I really didn't know what I was getting myself into when I sat there.'
"So, is somebody going to pick us up or are you driving?" She asked with an indifferent expression on her face.
Bra turned around. "Oh, we're getting picked up by my brother. Since I took a taxi here when I left, he volunteered to pick us up."
"Doesn't he expect it's just going to be you?"
"Nope." Bra said as they sat their stuff down and sat on a bench to wait. "He figured since I always happen to find someone to bring home with me, that he would drive me and whoever I happened to have with me."
It was about twenty minutes before he arrived. But when he did, Farley couldn't stop staring.
Bra, seeing her expression, laughed. "Don't worry, he gets your kind of reaction from almost everyone that doesn't already know him. And just to let you know, that is his natural hair color."
Farley nodded because words just seemed to escape her.
Bra brother walked up to Bra and hugged her. "So you're finally back, it's amazing. We thought you were never going to return once you got there." He turned to Farley. "And who is this? I must admit it's weird because you usually bring home boys.'
Bra smacked him. "Shut up Trunks. Trunks, this is my friend that I met on the plane, her name is Farley McConnolly. Farley this is my brother Trunks."
"Are you sure?" Trunks asked Bra. "Because she looks an awful lot like Videl. Oh well, if you're sure." He extended his hand to Farley. "Pleased to meet you Farley."
As she shook it, she said. "Pleased to meet you too."
"Trunks, is Dad home." Bra asked him.
"Nope, he's over at Goku's house raising hell." Trunks said.
Bra bowed her head. "I thought he'd gotten over losing the tournament last month, what a shame. Farley's coming home with us and she's going to stay for awhile."
"Okay, but dad has to meet her as soon as he gets home or he's going to throw a fit. All right? Let's get going."
As soon as they had gotten into the car, they were off.
A/N: Sorry about the extreme length of this chapter, but I had a huge boost in imagination while I was about to finish it and decided not to. Well, hope you liked it!