Frank decided to take a new route home, still a little cautious over what had occurred earlier in the day. He had alternate routes home made out just for this purpose, and it was only going to take an extra fifteen minutes of his time to be sure he wasn't being tailed. It was less than twenty minutes after he had dropped his boss off at home when the driver noticed something at least several cars behind him. he was being followed, but it was clear the driver of that car was trying his best not to be spotted. Clearly the person was unaware of how good Frank was at his job cause he had noticed him following and started to change his route again just to test him. Sure enough the car kept track, several cars behind. Losing his patience, Frank dialed a number in the phone that was attached to the car.
After a few rings there was a pick up. "Hello?"
"Tarconi, it's Frank. How are we doing with that name I gave you earlier today."
"So far nothing has come up. I'm going to send it to interpol if this search turns up nothing."
"Well, that tail is back. It looks like they're trying to follow me home." Frank said as he took another quick turn and slowed down. "This doesn't look very good."
"No, it doesn't." Tarconi agreed. "What do you want to do, Frank?"
"I've got an idea. It's time to hit the grocery store." Frank said when a grin as he turned into the parking lot to a local grocery mart. "Keep looking into that name and get back to me when you find something."
"All right." Tarconi replied. "Be careful, my friend."
Frank disconected the line and pulled to a stop in the parking lot. He popped the trunk and stepped out of the vehicle very casually. He had some reusable grocery bags in the back that he took out and casually closed the trunk. As far as any followers were concerned, Frank had stopped to pick up some groceries. This was Frank's way of testing his tail, to see how far they were ordered to go after what happened earlier today. After entering the store, he took a cart and tossed his bags into it. After picking up a few vegetables and fruits, he got his answer as a few large men, including the one that he got the insurance information that Tarconi was checking had entered the store to look for him. Frank got the feeling there were not just there to follow him but to possibly take the nosy driver out of the picture.
Frank didn't respond and kept shopping, but it was at this time that Frank decided to buy a new mop. He took a very sturdy stick, with a heavy wooden shaft that seemed to his liking. He then walked over to the meats and pretended to browse for something, using the window from the deli to watch his followers as they looked around the store for him. Since Frank was in a very pricey suit, it didn't take long for some one to spot him at the meats section and they quickly whisked over to where he was. Frank watched carefully to make sure they didn't reach for any weatpons, which they likely and very foolishly didn't think they needed.
One of the big men grabbed Frank by the shoulder and turned him around. "We need to speak with you."
Frank pretended to play dumb for a moment. "What the hell is your problem." then when the person from the car accident earlier in the day became visable, he cracked a smile. "I told you the bill wasn't going to be that much, I will send you the bill for the damage to my car."
"We're not here to talk about that." The other man said as he pulled out a gun and stuck it into Frank's ribs. "You're coming with us, quietly."
"What is the meaning of this?" Frank said, still playing dumb. "You blokes are way too fat to be cops. Is this a stick up?"
"Just shut up and walk." the man replied.
"But my groceries..." Frank protested.
"You won't be needing them where you're going."
That was all Frank needed to hear. The moment the guard gave out his true intentions, the driver acted. With one quick slap, he removed the gun from his ribs long enough to make the next shot, which was a solid punch from his other arm directly to the man's sterim that not only knocked the wind out of him, but dropped the big man to the ground. The other man from the accident attempted to pull out his gun, but Frank was too quick as he spun around and removed the gun from his hand with a perfect round house kick. From there Frank noticed there were two more men running to assist, and this is when he walked back to his cart. he removed the mop from the car and with a stift kick, removed the bottom part of the mop, leaving Frank with a short but lethal staff to ward off his attackers.
The man from the accident attempted to run at Frank, but all he got for his efforts was multiple strikes from his new weapon, in the chest, back of his head and in the grion area before Frank slapped him in the back of his knees to take him off his feet. As the other two arrived, Frank moved on to another weapon as he picked up the gun he kicked out of the other goon's hands and rather than point it at the goons running over, he pointed it to the ceiling and fired off a few rounds, which in turned caused a panic and had people running and screaming for their lives. With the people running and the sound of sirens in the backfround, the other goons fled the scene rather than back up their men.
Frank picked up the man whom he met earlier from the accident and flopped him up against the deli window. He pointed his own gun at him, "Who sent you?"
"I'm not saying anything." the goon replied.
"Let me rephrase that." Frank responded as he pulled the trigger and put a bullet into his shoulder. "Why are you coming after me?"
"We did a background check on you." the man said, in obvious pain. "We know you're ex-special forces. We had to take you out before..." the man then paused.
"Before what?" Frank said as he pressed the gun into his shoulder wound.
The man screamed in pain, "Before we made a move on Latimer..."
Frank paused for a moment, and then slapped the man in the head with his own gun and dropped it. He was about to walk away when a phone rang. It wasn't his. Frank fished the phone out of the man's pocked and opened it. "Yes." he said in a dark and deep voice."
"Is the driver out of the picture?" the voice at the other end asked.
"Yup." Frank answered, trying his best to impersonate the person he just knocked out.
"Good." the voice answered. "Try to get back to Latimer's house. We make our move in 20 minutes."
Frank paused for a moment and hung up the phone. He then started to make a mad dash for his car. He qucikly jumped in and punched the code in to roar the car back to life. As he squealed out of the parking lot as quickly as he could, he used his own phone to dial a number.
"Frank, we're still looking." Tarconi said as he answered, "It's not going to go any faster when you..."
"We have a problem." Frank said as he took another sharp turn at very high speeds. "Someone just tried to kill me and your brother is next... meet me at his place, now!"
