Chapter 11 - The Wedding Planner

All bodies around the room were still, like there was a competition to see who could be the most cold blooded professional CIA agent in the room. Vicki would have laughed if the whole situation wasn't so serious. Plus these guys were a little short on humor, must be in the CIA bad ass killer training manual 101.

Maggie was in front of a high tech flat screen going over the information collected so far about the assassin, crime scene photos with the help of a senior official. Speaking in a business like manner it was hard to reconcile with woman with the mother attending PTA meetings and working as a secretary for a university professor for the last 23 years.

Vicki's breathing increased watching the screen, she felt like throwing up. Mike reached over to place a hand on her shoulder knowing what she was feeling but was too proud to admit. She was a crime scene detective, she was not going to puke in front of all these professionals. Vicki covered Mikes hand with hers in that police shorthand for "thanks".

Henry watched both the screen and Vicki's interaction with Mike. She had told him the night before after making wild passionate love for what felt like hours that she was going to join the police force again, it hadn't been an idle threat or wedding nerves after all.

The police force was her first love, it was her life before the disease retinas pigmentosa had taken it away. With Mike now being promoted to Crowleys jobs after her forced retirement, the transition would be an easy one for her working with someone she respected and loved, as a good friend that is. Never in the whole conversation did Henry feel he had any kind of say. Pissed didn't even begin to sum up Henry's feelings right now.

"We have tracked the assassin down to Toronto and it appears he is currently following his regular MO and will be selecting victims which match those he will ultimately kill. We have about 1 week to find and eliminate the threat."

Mike had been brought into the situation after a top level request was sent to his department. The CIA never explained themselves to anyone and just told the upper levels of Toronto's finess that it was a need to know basis, end of story. Plus the fact Mike was closely tied to Vicki meant that the chances of him being on the list was highly probable.

Henry was brought in as well with Maggies urging and reassurances. Henry remembered the conversation before he met with members of the CIA.

...earlier...

"Of course I haven't told them your a vampire Henry, god I hardly believe it myself. I will keep your secret no matter what, my daughter loves you and you are her future " said Maggie before continuing.

"If the CIA special projects division got wind of what you are you would be darted like some animal, dragged off to a secret laboratory where they would probably eviscerate you within an inch of your life trying to find anything about you they could use as a weapon. I wouldn't even put it past them to to force you to sire a small army of vampire agents. God thats a scary thought. Thanks to my expertise and resources you back story is now airtight, they'll never know who or what you are".

...present...

So here they were, all one big happy family.

"Gentlemen", said the agent at the front with Vicki's mother. "I would like you to meet Agent Bruce Forster, he is one of our most highly skilled protection people and as an added bonus he is also one fabulous wedding planner" he stepped back to make way for the new agent.

"Thank you John, your so sweet introducing me like that and I must say that chanteuse tie just matches your suit beautifully, a man can never wear enough color". Bruce adjusted his tie pin making sure it was just so.

Much shuffling of feet and grunts following this little opening comment. Vicki and Mike smiled at each other.

"Well, let's get down to business folks, we have a course of action to follow to get this bad man and I've got a wedding to organize! I'm thinking pink, yes definitely a beautiful pink spring wedding" Bruce smiled to himself looking for all the world like a little bald headed, dapper and foppishly dressed wedding planner.

"If he thinks I'm going for pink then its not only the assassin he got to worry about whispered Vicki in Mikes ear"

Henry thought if this keeps up with Mike he'll save the assassin having to kill two of his victims as he will do it himself.