Rachel sighed irritably. She looked across at the man that had asked her there. "My Father? You did it to protect me from my Father?!" The man nodded sincerely. To his surprise, Rachel began to laugh.
Jason frowned. "Rachel this is serious," the man pointed out.
Rachel continued to laugh. It made shivers run down Jason's spine.
"Rachel you don't understand," said Jason, "Your Father, he's a …" "Criminal," Rachel asked rhetorically, "Yes I know. One of the top ones in England and France." Jason gaped at Rachel not believing she knew.
How could she?
Rachel smiled slightly.
"You look confused'" Rachel pointed out.
Jason swallowed.
"How did you…"
"Know," Rachel finished.
Jason nodded.
Rachel smiled mysteriously and slid out of her seat. She walked in front of where Jason was sitting. Then she reached inside of her shirt's collar and pulled a necklace from under her shirt.
The necklace bore the symbol of a scorpion.
Jason's eyes grew in disbelief.
"You…But how? We had a deal. You were to be left out of his crazy organization if I left you alone," he said in disbelief.
"Oh stop trying to make yourself out to be such a hero," a voice ordered from somewhere in the shadows of the room.
Rachel and Jason turned to see a man walk into plain view. He was tall, and had light blond hair, but the thing that struck them more than anything was his piercing green eyes.
Rachel gasped.
"Daddy," she whispered quietly.
"Mr. Leeds," Jason gasped in a frighten voice. The man looked at Jason evilly.
"What have we got here Mr. Pierce," asked the older man coolly.
Jason stood up.
"I was telling Rachel why I left," Jason spoke out boldly.
The older gentleman laughed. "Yes, I heard your little story, Mr. Pierce," confirmed the man, "But you forgot to leave out one little part. You remember which part don't you Mr. Pierce? The part where I paid you twenty thousand dollars to stay away from her?"
Rachel swerved and looked at Jason. Jason looked away.
Anger swept over Rachel's body. In one swift hit, Jason was on the floor, and had her Father not been guarded three heavily built men, he might have been next to Jason.
The man looked down at Jason with an amused look on his face. Then he looked at Rachel.
She looked less than thrilled with him. "Rachel my dear I want to explain everything to you," Her Father announced, trying to appease his daughter's anger.
"Save it," Rachel snapped turning to go. Two henchmen stepped in her way. Rachel sighed irritably and considered whether she should try to leave or not. This decision turned out to be the least of her worries when her Father's phone suddenly rang.
"Leeds," He said answering his phone.
An annoyed look crossed his face.
"Who? Where? Arr! N-tek I suppose. Alright go into silent mode. I will take Peterson, Gali, and that no good traitor, Jason with me in the limousine and we will meet you at the airport. Leeds out." The man hung up the phone.
"Let's move," he growled.
Rachel watched as the men scurried around to do their task. It was then she came to a quick decision. "I want to go with you," she declared to her Father.
"What," asked the man in disbelief?
"I want to go with you. I have so many questions," she explained, "Besides," she continued, "We haven't had a Father/daughter thing in awhile." Her Father smiled slightly.
"Very well," he agreed, "Let's go, but leave those earrings here." He commanded, pointing the earrings that housed her tracer.
She nodded at took the earrings of and laid them on the table. Unknown to her Father she also dropped a small note on a chair. Then she followed her Father and his thugs out the back door to a waiting black limo.
Meanwhile.
"Come on Berto how much longer," demanded Max.
"You should be right over it now," Berto announced, ignoring his friend's tone of voice.
Max looked out of Hawk. Under him was a small, quaint looking café. He sighed.
"Stealth mode," he murmured.
Once invisible he jumped from the small jet and landed effortlessly on the roof a few feet under him. He looked around quickly and then headed for a door that obliviously led to the restaurant below. Once inside he crept down the steps into a hall.
His ears picked up voices from the room in front of him. He took a moment to breathe, turned off stealth mode and then ran and busted into the room.
"Let her go," he roared.
Several frighten people looked up from their meals.
Max could feel the blood rushing to his face.
"Surveillance first Mr. Steel," rang Rachel's voice in his head.
"Uh sorry folks," he offered.
Everyone sort of just shook their heads and went back to their meals.
Max quickly moved to a table.
"Berto, what are all these people doing here," asked Max in a confused whisper.
"Looks like their eating lunch," Berto answered smartly, "Hey is that sweet and sour chicken?" "Berto focused," snapped Max quietly, "Remember we're sort of on a mission here." "Sorry Hermano I didn't have lunch today," Berto pointed out.
Max groaned and to a quick look around. Everyone looked normal. A little too normal. It was like on those old tv shows where everybody was always happy and always perfect. Suddenly a thought occurred to him.
"Uh Berto, is Rachel's signal still coming from this room.
There was silence on the other end for a minute, and then there was the sound of Berto clicking his tongue.
"Um Hermano, Bad news. It looks like Rachel's signal is still coming from the exact same place as it was thirty minutes ago."
Max felt his heart stop. He quickly surveyed the whole room. A small twinkle caught his eye. He got up cautiously and made his way to that particular table.
He gasped. Sure enough, there were Rachel's earrings laying alone on the table.
"I'm sorry Hermano," came Berto's voice over the bio-link.
Max shook his head sadly.
He saw something white out of the corner of his eye.
He bent down and discretely picked it up. He then walked out the restaurant like there was no problem. Once he was a safe distance away, he opened the note. What was written on the paper shocked him tremendously.
Steel,
I have gone to take care of a personal mission.
This is something I have to do by myself. DO NOT follow me!
You have been warned,
Leeds.
Ok I tried really hard to capture Berto's and Max's personality in the chapter. You know with the little sarcastic remarks and stuff. I would have never known I could right this much drama. Lol. Read n Review!
