Ok, apparently my little joke in the last chapter wasn't obvious enough. It's actually a bit stupid. While writing the scene where Donna introduces Scottie I realized the weird similarity in their names. Donna and Dana … come on. I thought it was funny for Donna's friends to make a remark about that. Especially because in my mind Felicity and Lola always tease Donna about her growing relationship with Harvey. So … yeah … maybe it wasn't really funny … at the moment I had to grin … sorry.
Anyway. Next chapter! We're slowly but steadily nearing the end. Please rate and review! You have no idea how much that means to me.
"Up!" A tall figure with a machine gun loomed over Donna and Lola. The younger woman was still clinging to the secretary, but Donna met the man's eyes head on. She refused to show weakness and fear. Slowly they rose to their feet. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw another man threatening Scottie and Felicity who had been hiding behind the desk.
Side by side one man forced the four women towards the reception area while his partner went on to clear the next office.
"What the hell is going on her?!" Felicity whispered.
"Shut up and walk!" the gunman ordered stabbing her painfully into the back with his rifle.
Donna inconspicuously shook her head.
Yes, that was the question, wasn't it? What the hell was going on? A disgruntled ex client maybe? Or a competing law firm? A former opponent? All good possibilities, but Donna couldn't shake the feeling it might have another reason. One that hit a lot closer to home.
When they arrived at the reception area about twenty people were gathered there cowering on the ground together. Too scared to look up or make a sound. Luckily the gunmen had chosen lunchtime for their attack. Most employees had already left and there were no clients in the office anymore. Five gunmen watched the remaining personnel. They all worked on this floor. A sixth person paced in front of the elevators lowly speaking into a walkie-talkie. A woman.
Donna caught Harvey's eyes. He sat with Jessica, Jeff, Katrina and a very agitated Louis, who looked ready to take down the gunmen all on his own. He slowly shock his head willing her to understand and as always she did. She let herself fall to the ground on the opposite side of the group. Scottie had seen the little exchange and followed Donna's example. It might indeed be better to keep certain relationships a secret until they knew more about what was going on. Felicity followed seemingly oblivious and Lola was still too shook up to do any thinking of her own.
The gunmen from before returned empty handed.
"Everything ready?"
He nodded. "The doors are rigged."
She nodded. "Close down the elevators!" she said into her walkie-talkie and the next moment they heard a weird noise and the elevators went silent. She put the radio on the reception and walked towards the scared group. It was weird. This woman was obviously in charge, but everyone had trouble reconciling her looks with her attitude. She was maybe in her late twenties or early thirties, small and petite, she seemed fragile. The long black wavy hair almost swallowed her. But her whole demeanor showed she was clearly comfortable in this situation. She was calm, almost relaxed, a friendly smile on her lips. It seemed completely natural when she pulled a handgun from her belt.
Jessica slowly came to her feet and wanted to approach the woman. "Who ..."
Bang! A bullet smashed into the floor right in front of her. Shocked she stared at the young woman who held her gun still pointed at her, and let Jeff pull her back to the ground. Harvey and Katrina had trouble keeping a furious Louis from leaping up.
"So, ladies and gentlemen. I'm going to make this very easy for all of you. I'm going to ask a question and the person I ask, will answer. Anybody else who wishes to open their mouths will get a bullet between their eyes. Do we understand each other?"
Nobody dared to move or speak.
"Very well." she smiled pleasantly. With one fast movement she grabbed a woman to her left and pulled her to her knees. The gun pressed to her temple she pulled the woman's hair painfully. It was Rachel! "Where is he?!" the woman hissed, all pretended friendliness gone.
Rachel whimpered in pain.
" .He?!" she demanded now louder.
Donna glanced to Harvey. His face seemed stoic but she could see behind that facade. He knew what was going on here.
Rachel had now tears in her eyes. "Who?!" she cried. "Who are you talking about?!"
"The man you know as Michael Ross! WHERE IS HE?!" the woman demanded.
Donna couldn't help but to close her eyes in pain. She knew it! Now she wished this was about a disgruntled client.
"I don't know!" Rachel screamed.
"Don't lie to me!
"I'm not lying! I haven't heard anything from him since he sent me that break up letter!"
"Stop this madness!" Louis tore away from Katrina, who was trying to hold him back, and jumped to his feet. "She doesn't know anything. None of us do!"
The woman turned the gun to him, eyes cold and angry. "I warned you."
Another shot rang though the room and Louis sank to the ground, clasping his chest and gasping for air. Panicked screams started, but the silent gunmen kept everyone in their places. Jessica, Jeff and Katrina cowered down next to Louis, frantically trying to stop the bleeding. The small mans eyes searched his friends face in shock. Katrina pulled of her blazer and pressed it down on the wound. Jessica tried to calm him down speaking to him in a low voice and stroking his face over an over. Jeff positioned himself protectively between the small group and the crazy woman. But she had returned to threatening Rachel.
Donna's eyes were fixed on Harvey. He slowly rose to his feet, hands held up defensively.
"It's no use questioning Rachel. She doesn't know anything, Mike made sure of that." he said. His clear, calm voice silencing the quiet sobs. Everyones eyes were now fixed on him.
Slowly the woman let go of Rachel, who scrambled away from her as fast as possible and hid behind a group of associates. A cold smile on her face she turned to Harvey. "Harvey Specter. The mentor. Why am I not surprised?"
He shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't know. Why?"
The smile faded. "Where is he, Mr. Specter?"
"I don't know. And that's the god honest truth." he replied.
"Is that so?"
"Yes. The last time I saw Alex was exactly one year ago in the middle of the night in some random building in the middle of nowhere, when I got to say my goodbyes just before the US-Marshals took him away and brought me back to the city."
"So you know." she stated.
"Oh yes, I know. I know exactly what happened and I know exactly who you are. Emilia Messana, youngest child and only daughter of Eduardo Messana."
You could hear a loud gasp going through the people present. Almost all of them had heard the name Eduardo Messana before. Twenty years ago he had been boss to the most notorious crime syndicate of the United States. The Messanas had had their fingers in everything from prostitution and human trafficking to drug trade and gun trafficking. Since then the name Messana had appeared fewer and fewer in the news until a couple of months ago, when it was made public that the FBI was again investigating.
Lola, who had somehow calmed down a bit, leaned to Donna. "Mike is in witsec?"
She nodded the eyes still transfixed on Harvey. He might have confided in her more than in others, but there were still so many things he had not told her. What good was it to tell Emilia Messana what he knew? He was only endangering himself.
"Then maybe you can tell me, where to find him."
"I believe, I already told you, I don't know."
"Is that so? Are you sure?" she asked. Before anyone could react she dragged Donna to her knees, just like she had done before with Rachel. Donna felt the cold barrel pressed against the back of her head. "Now Mr. Specter, you might not care what happens to Miss Zane, but I have a feeling the same thing doesn't apply to your secretary."
Harvey froze. His eyes fixed on Donna. Her eyes fixed on him in a silent scream for help. He gulped.
"I don't know where he is ..." he mumbled helpless.
"Wrong answer!" Donna closed her eyes. Awaiting the final shot that would end her life. A single tear running down her cheek.
"... Wait! I ... I said, I don't know where he is, and that's the truth … but I do have a way of getting a message to him."
And again a cliffhanger ... Sorry not sorry, I love writing cliffhangers. XD
My dear friends, I don't have he faintest idea of medical procedures. I was very very vague for a reason. :D So to everyone who comes from the medical field, I am very sorry for my inaccuracy. But I wanted Louis to do more than just sit around doing nothing and it seemed somehow logical to have him be so passionate that he couldn't control his feelings and rushed to Rachel's help.
I just realized I somehow forgot about my police detective … maybe I'll find a way to include him later on … maybe not. Shit!