Chapter 4
I'm still introducing you to the plot…. But the next chapter is going to be a lot more interesting, so please ear with me here…. Love you, and as always,
Happy Reading!
Elsa's fingers, nimble after years of stitching, flew across the keyboard, tracking the calls. Within two minutes, she tracked the call from Greece to her phone, and copied the entire conversation with Anna and her kidnapper onto a flash drive.
She grabbed the flash drive and ran into her room. She grabbed a gym bag, and shoved a handful of clothes into it, a emergency kit (a few knives, shotguns, a simple chemistry kit, a first aid kit and a gas mask) and a box of disposable phones. She hastily wrote a note to Andrew and rushed out the door.
At 1am, Elsa's silver Mercedes ripped out of the driveway, and she drove like a madwoman. She crossed bridges, ran past jaywalkers and raced like a jet into The City, where businesses had their headquarters. She stopped on Parc Boulevard and jumped out of the car. Her heels clicked as she walked towards the newspaper dispenser, the old entrance to the HQ.
She grabbed her old ID card, and blew some dust out of the chip. She placed it where it usually took bills, and the machine flashed green. The Dispenser dropped into the floor, and Elsa Arendale hopped in after it. It descended like an elevator, until a silver door was spotted.
Elsa jiggled the door knob and a screen popped up. She scanned her hands and one of her eyes. The monitor flashed green
"Elsa Arendale, Retired, First-Class, Gold. Title, Assassin, specializing illegal drug trafficking" the monitor beeped out.
The HQ was completely underground, but did have natural sunlight, taken from ground level with the help of several thousand mirrors. The HQ that Elsa was in was shaped like a spider. There was the main wing, a large circular room where people gathered for business meetings and where the Heads of each department had their offices, and reaching from the main room was eight other wings, each custom designed for a different occasions.
Wings number 1 and 2 were nicknamed 'the eye' and 'the brain'. Wing one was the surveillance wing, with eyes on every street corner to office building, thus earning the nickname 'the eye'. Wing 2 was where all the information from Wing one was filed away into the profiles of different people, so the HQ would have tabs on everyone, every day.
Elsa walked over and scoffed, she remembered her days, tracking people of their every move to try and catch a suspect. It was definitely grueling.
The next three wings were more for the 'employees' only. Wing 3 was the Armoury. It had every gun, knife, bow and arrow and even frying pans available. Rapunzel and Wing 3 would be a very deadly combination. Also, the entrance to 'the garage' was situated there (garage is self-explanatory)
Wing 4 and 5 were dedicated to training. Wing 4 was physical training, how to fend off an attacker and such, while 5 was academic training. There was a reason Elsa never went to University, after sitting through sessions of that, and even TEACHING in those wings, she was more than ready to take on the world, with or without an overpriced piece of paper.
Elsa quickened her pace and walked over to Wings 6, 7, and 8. Those were dedicated to International Crimes. Those wings were where Elsa Arendale worked for more than ten years of her life. She looked over at Wing 6, where they reached out to missing people, who were trafficked around the world.
Wing 7 was Elsa's home ground, International Drug Trafficking. They dealt with the traffickers and brought them to justice, through many international trips and personal confrontations. In wing 8, they took the confiscated drugs from Wing 7 and, they assessed the new combinations, and the deadlier side effects.
Elsa paid no attention and raced ahead to the centre wing, she sees a large fountain with several couches surrounding.
"Ah-ha" she smirks. Five years and it hasn't changed.
She marches over to the fountain and grabbed a specific coin. She drops down a chute, and lands in a small waiting room.
Elsa had no time to wait; she jerked the doorknob and went into the room. Inside was an old man in a red tie, talking to a man. They both looked wide-eyed at Elsa, and the man raised an eyebrow and spoke;
"Well excuse you, can't you tell we're in the middle of a conversation here, what part of 'waiting room' don't you not understand?"
The older man or 'Nick North' looked confusingly at Elsa, and back at the man. He whispered something to his ear.
The man got up and left, after shooting Elsa an annoyed look.
Elsa ran beside Nick and gave him a hug. "Nick, Please I need your help"
Nick looked at Elsa with a confused look on his face "well you're retired, why would you need me?"
Elsa grabbed the flash drive and plugged it into Nick's computer. She played it and watched Nick's eyes widen.
"Elsa, that's too dangerous, even for you. They're expecting you. You have no advantage against them"
Elsa scoffed "Nick, that's my sister, I have to help her! All I need is some help from you. Can you hook me up with a few gadgets? That's all I'm asking you"
Nick twiddled his thumbs. "Elsa, advancements here is going very slowly, ever since we stopped selling people's secrets to the government. That was where we got our financial backing from, and now it is no longer here"
Elsa wrinkled her nose. This was definitely not how she wanted this conversation to go.
"Nick, Please, just a few simple gadgets, no big deal"
"Elsa. I'm so very sorry, but I CAN"T HELP YOU. We're in a financial crisis here."
Elsa deflated. Her biggest supporter just left her hanging. She stood up rigidly, and walked out the door, leaving a flustered Nick by the desk.
Nick sat there for a second, before pressing a red button. In less than a minute, a guy in silver hair and in a white dress shirt came walking in
"Hey North, what can I do for you?"
Nick sighed, he was going to help with his end of the bargain "Jack Frost, Head of Wing 6; Anna Arendale is missing, find her, and only her"
"Gotcha boss"
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Elsa ran onto the elevator and once again popped out.
How dare Nick just send her out? She worked under him for a decade, and he couldn't help him in a time of pure crisis.
Anger fuelled Elsa, but her mind was still spinning. She needed some gadgets in order to save Anna, no question about it. Then, a brilliant idea popped into her head, she ran to Wing 8, and ran inside the storage room. She grabbed a cartridge of nitrous oxide.
"Hey, woman! That's dangerous stuff!" cried out a voice.
Elsa didn't care. She grabbed the gas and ran into the HQ's janitor's office. She ran inside, locked the door and went straight to the air conditioner, which was turned on. She took a spare pair of scissors and stabbed each of the cans, and tossed them into the air conditioning. Soon, she could hear the alarm blaring, and she reached into her purse, which contained a thin gas mask (for emergencies of course).
She heard the announcer scream it was a code green emergency (evacuate), and she grinned with pride. She stabbed a few more bottles and rammed them into the machine.
After a few moments, a different-looking Elsa emerged. She was wearing a blue janitorial outfit, and had her hair tucked inside a hideous cloth cap.
She bolted outside and ran towards the armoury. She heard a few screams of 'Get out' but it didn't matter to her, she was just a lowly janitor. Yeah, she thought, a lowly janitor that was going to steal a million dollars' worth of weapons.
She pushed open the armoury door and immediately ran towards the guns. She grabbed two more shotguns, and three fully loaded revolvers. She grabbed a military-issued, pint sized machine gun, and stuffed it inside her purse. Good to go.
Then, it was time for gadgets, her favourite part. 'The company was running out of money, maybe I'll cheap-out a bit' she thought, but then she was reminded that she had to pull off this extremely dangerous heist because they won't help her. All thoughts of remorse were slaughtered as she grabbed two pairs of diamond earrings, a pair of gorgeous silver cuff bracelets, and a necklace with a blue jewel. She'll find out their uses later.
Then, she tore around and found a small purse, capable of taking pictures, wireless printing and voice recognition.
'useful' she thought 'this small purse can probably replace Nick and his crew in general'
She ran, and found a pair of Christian Louboutin heels, with a DNA kit hidden under the sole, and grabbed that too. She was well equipped, but now, the only problem was transportation.
She noticed a wall full of keys and was ready to sit down and decide when someone screamed
"STOP RIGHT THERE!"
"Crap" she muttered. A security guard was at the door, with a gun pointed at her face.
Elsa slowly got on her knees, changing her angle. The security guard's hand lessened at the gun to grab his radio when Elsa made her move. She grabbed a shotgun and fired, landing it straight into the poor man's leg.
She knew that she'd better get out of there, fast. Elsa grabbed a set of keys and bolted into the garage area.
She clicked the call button, and something started to beep. She ran towards it, hearing the beeping get louder with every step.
"Sweet" muttered Elsa, when she saw her helicopter. The copter was pure black, two-seater and even had storage space behind it.
Elsa was about to go and investigate when she heard shouts nearby. This was definitely not the time to be curious.
She placed the key into the ignition and it roared to life. She grabbed the joystick and flew upwards, releasing the sensor underneath the helicopter and opening the top window. She felt sunlight hit her again, and she heaved in anticipation.
She was going to get her sister back. She was going to prove Nick wrong. She was going to do it.
So, first things first, Nitrous Oxide is commonly known as knockout gas, and please, my chemistry is not the greatest. I actually have no idea if what Elsa did was possible or not… lol sorry.
How'd you like it…? I'm not sure about this story actually, I sorta out of ideas… so, guys, help me out! WHO IS GOING TO BE THE BAD GUY? And HOW IS THE ELSA/ANDREW REALTIONSHIP GOING TO END?
So please, help me there, and hopefully, my creativity gear will start spinning again!
Please leave me a review and comment on the story so far! I hope you like this series so far… I'm still a bit insecure about this.
Nevertheless, I will write 10 chapters at least, and see how it turns out! Thanks so much for supporting me through this!
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