Part 18
Blood at the leaves, and blood at the root.
Five minutes, only five minutes till he calls, and we can make a deal. -Or- will we? Maybe He has already killed her?Alex has this feeling that the Raven is female, because a female faxed the message. She would think she was. She doesn't know very much about criminals.Kidnapping are usually done by males, and assassanations, which the Raven specializes in, is always done by males. I do admit female do have their strong points, but they have too many feelings, and motherly instincts to be assassions.It would never work out, they could never last as long as the raven has in the field. Women aren't strong enough to overtake men and kidnap them.Alex underestamates her gender, if she thinks they can do that. The Raven has to be a male, a very insane male.
I begin to tap a blue pen against my desk. The ink leaks onto my hand. "Stupid pen." I grumble, and take my handkerchief out of my pocket and wipe my hand, and toss the handkerchief and pen in the trash.
I don't think The Raven is a chick, I can see the Raven working with a female, to help get a foot in to some places, but their is no way The raven can be a woman. If so, I am Superman.Why would a woman kidnap Eberts, unless she was working for someone? I do not think an exlover of his would kidnap him and send the ransom note, if that's what you can call it, to his work place. That would be the least likely place to look. He hears heavy footsteps and cursing in the hallway, and Robert Hobbes telling someone to calm down. More cursing, and Darien Fawkes yelling for the cursing one to star sixty nine reality. Rob has decided to come pay me a visit, but now is not the time. At least, I don't have to worry about Eberts trying to find a hiding space.
The three enter my office, three minutes left on the clock."Hello, Rob, nice for you to visit, I am very sorry I do not have the time right now for visiting." I comment dryly, I start taping a pencil.
"I came to have a little laugh." He comments, he sits. I notice Darien and Hobbes standing in the doorway to hear this.I will let them watch, as long as they keep their mouth shut.
"What do you mean by that?" I know what he means, I just can't believe that.
"You know what I mean, I want to hear the person who is holding Albert hostage." Rob smiles.
"Robert, he is your son, I know you dislike him because he is so much like Charlotte, but now is not the time for you to make fun at his expense.You have other children, why don't you go hang out with them." I glare at him.
He laughs, hoarshly, that's what he gets after thirty five years of smoking. Darien and Hobbes watches this in amazement.They must not have expected this, but I did. "You are no fun sometimes, Charles."
"I am no fun, if my kids were alive, and one of them was taken hostage, I would not come to his work place, to laugh at the person holding them hostage, and give them a pat on the back!" I yell at him, standing up from my desk.
"Your kids were better trained than mine, Charlie, they had good military blood." He answers.
"I do not have time for this." I answer. The phone rings, and I sit back down and pick it up.
"Human and Health Resources." I answer.
Blood at the leaves, and blood at the root.
Five minutes, only five minutes till he calls, and we can make a deal. -Or- will we? Maybe He has already killed her?Alex has this feeling that the Raven is female, because a female faxed the message. She would think she was. She doesn't know very much about criminals.Kidnapping are usually done by males, and assassanations, which the Raven specializes in, is always done by males. I do admit female do have their strong points, but they have too many feelings, and motherly instincts to be assassions.It would never work out, they could never last as long as the raven has in the field. Women aren't strong enough to overtake men and kidnap them.Alex underestamates her gender, if she thinks they can do that. The Raven has to be a male, a very insane male.
I begin to tap a blue pen against my desk. The ink leaks onto my hand. "Stupid pen." I grumble, and take my handkerchief out of my pocket and wipe my hand, and toss the handkerchief and pen in the trash.
I don't think The Raven is a chick, I can see the Raven working with a female, to help get a foot in to some places, but their is no way The raven can be a woman. If so, I am Superman.Why would a woman kidnap Eberts, unless she was working for someone? I do not think an exlover of his would kidnap him and send the ransom note, if that's what you can call it, to his work place. That would be the least likely place to look. He hears heavy footsteps and cursing in the hallway, and Robert Hobbes telling someone to calm down. More cursing, and Darien Fawkes yelling for the cursing one to star sixty nine reality. Rob has decided to come pay me a visit, but now is not the time. At least, I don't have to worry about Eberts trying to find a hiding space.
The three enter my office, three minutes left on the clock."Hello, Rob, nice for you to visit, I am very sorry I do not have the time right now for visiting." I comment dryly, I start taping a pencil.
"I came to have a little laugh." He comments, he sits. I notice Darien and Hobbes standing in the doorway to hear this.I will let them watch, as long as they keep their mouth shut.
"What do you mean by that?" I know what he means, I just can't believe that.
"You know what I mean, I want to hear the person who is holding Albert hostage." Rob smiles.
"Robert, he is your son, I know you dislike him because he is so much like Charlotte, but now is not the time for you to make fun at his expense.You have other children, why don't you go hang out with them." I glare at him.
He laughs, hoarshly, that's what he gets after thirty five years of smoking. Darien and Hobbes watches this in amazement.They must not have expected this, but I did. "You are no fun sometimes, Charles."
"I am no fun, if my kids were alive, and one of them was taken hostage, I would not come to his work place, to laugh at the person holding them hostage, and give them a pat on the back!" I yell at him, standing up from my desk.
"Your kids were better trained than mine, Charlie, they had good military blood." He answers.
"I do not have time for this." I answer. The phone rings, and I sit back down and pick it up.
"Human and Health Resources." I answer.