Part 21
Its a trap.
The mission I have chose to accept is somewhat dangerous to my usual operation. I am suppose to get caught, which is something I never planned to do. Arnaud says it will work ingeniusly.I do hope in the end, this whole thing will amuse me, as much as it amuses him. I pull my Astin Martin into the post office parking lot, where I had sent the fax, I figured someone is nearby watching me. I wonder who they sent on this stake out mission. Maybe if I am lucky it is Fawkes, and Hobbes and I can have some fun beating the crap out of them before they take me in. Though I have a strange feeling, its Monroe.
I go up to the phone booth, and pull out the note I am suppose to read. I know what it says, without opening it, I memorized it, but I have to make this look like I am the poor helpless dame, being threatened into doing this. Not an act I usually like to play, but I know it comes in handy sometimes.I pick up the phone,unfold the paper, and begin dialing the number.Someone picks up on the first ring.
"Human and Health resources." I almost laugh, The "big bad" Official sounds a little nervous.
"May I speak to Charlie.....Gord...Gordon?" I pretend to have a trouble reading the name.
"This is Charlie Bordon. May I help you, miss?" I can just see him tapping him pen, impatient he may miss his phone call from the raven, he probably presumes is male. Stupid chauvinistic egos.
"Umm...I have a message from ...the Raven...if you want your assistant come to Pine and.... Hillcrest."I hear someone walking up behind me.
"What is at Pine and Hillcrest?" he asks.
"I...I .. not sure, sir...just relaying the message." I hang up the phone, and the person behinds me, grabs me by the shouler, and spins me on my heels. I come face to face with Monroe, and kick her strongly in the chest. She falls to her knees."Can't a person make a phone call."
"You're under arrest." Monroe says, recovering quickly. She snaps handcuffs on my wrists.
"For what?" I wonder if I should struggle with her, for a real show, but I remember Arnaud wanted me to go quietly. I will for the most part.This is all an act, I can not get out of character.
"Assisting in kidnapping."
"I was just making a phone call, he made me do it, he's holding my father hostage, he said if I don't call this guy, who is the boss of the other bloke he kidnapped he would kill him." I begin to sob.I really wish Fawkes had been here, it may work better.
"Come on!!!" she says and drags me to where the keeper is waiting, behind Alex's silver convertible. Alex pushes me into the back seat, and we take off.
I do hope Arnaud is having lots of fun, torturing Eberts, I will be highly disappointed if he is not getting humour out of this whole situation.I could really use a fag right now, but I can't reach my gold case, with matching lighter.I know if I try to reach for them in my coat, I will have guns pulled on me yet. Monroe is trigger happy I heard. That would ruin the whole thing if I got myself shot, and Arnaud would not be happy.This car is cramped, I shift postions and start crying again, mumbling foreign phrases but every once in awhile saying something audible in english, like 'I'm going to jail for something I didn't do,' 'I can't belive this is happening,' and other such foolish phrases.
We park in front of the agency, and I am "escorted " in side by my two "bodyguards." Monroe's perfume clings heavily to my nose, she would just be the type to buy awful smelling, and cheap perfume. The floor sticks to my designer heels as I walk, they probably haven't washed it in years, and the exhausting heat of the building makes my short, dark hair, and expensive pants suit stick to my skin.
We walk into Borden's office, Darien and Hobbes are leaning against the filing cabinets, a man, who appears to be Robert Eberts, is making jokes with Hobbes, and The Official is sitting behind his massive desk watching us."Is this the little messenger girl?" He asks smugly. Rotten pig.
"Yes." Alex says and shoves me into a chair, so I will sit down.
"So, where is Eberts?"
"I do not appricate being treated this way I am a citzen of the United Kingdom. I demand you pay me the proper respect I deserve."
He laughs.
...To Be continued in the sequel
Its a trap.
The mission I have chose to accept is somewhat dangerous to my usual operation. I am suppose to get caught, which is something I never planned to do. Arnaud says it will work ingeniusly.I do hope in the end, this whole thing will amuse me, as much as it amuses him. I pull my Astin Martin into the post office parking lot, where I had sent the fax, I figured someone is nearby watching me. I wonder who they sent on this stake out mission. Maybe if I am lucky it is Fawkes, and Hobbes and I can have some fun beating the crap out of them before they take me in. Though I have a strange feeling, its Monroe.
I go up to the phone booth, and pull out the note I am suppose to read. I know what it says, without opening it, I memorized it, but I have to make this look like I am the poor helpless dame, being threatened into doing this. Not an act I usually like to play, but I know it comes in handy sometimes.I pick up the phone,unfold the paper, and begin dialing the number.Someone picks up on the first ring.
"Human and Health resources." I almost laugh, The "big bad" Official sounds a little nervous.
"May I speak to Charlie.....Gord...Gordon?" I pretend to have a trouble reading the name.
"This is Charlie Bordon. May I help you, miss?" I can just see him tapping him pen, impatient he may miss his phone call from the raven, he probably presumes is male. Stupid chauvinistic egos.
"Umm...I have a message from ...the Raven...if you want your assistant come to Pine and.... Hillcrest."I hear someone walking up behind me.
"What is at Pine and Hillcrest?" he asks.
"I...I .. not sure, sir...just relaying the message." I hang up the phone, and the person behinds me, grabs me by the shouler, and spins me on my heels. I come face to face with Monroe, and kick her strongly in the chest. She falls to her knees."Can't a person make a phone call."
"You're under arrest." Monroe says, recovering quickly. She snaps handcuffs on my wrists.
"For what?" I wonder if I should struggle with her, for a real show, but I remember Arnaud wanted me to go quietly. I will for the most part.This is all an act, I can not get out of character.
"Assisting in kidnapping."
"I was just making a phone call, he made me do it, he's holding my father hostage, he said if I don't call this guy, who is the boss of the other bloke he kidnapped he would kill him." I begin to sob.I really wish Fawkes had been here, it may work better.
"Come on!!!" she says and drags me to where the keeper is waiting, behind Alex's silver convertible. Alex pushes me into the back seat, and we take off.
I do hope Arnaud is having lots of fun, torturing Eberts, I will be highly disappointed if he is not getting humour out of this whole situation.I could really use a fag right now, but I can't reach my gold case, with matching lighter.I know if I try to reach for them in my coat, I will have guns pulled on me yet. Monroe is trigger happy I heard. That would ruin the whole thing if I got myself shot, and Arnaud would not be happy.This car is cramped, I shift postions and start crying again, mumbling foreign phrases but every once in awhile saying something audible in english, like 'I'm going to jail for something I didn't do,' 'I can't belive this is happening,' and other such foolish phrases.
We park in front of the agency, and I am "escorted " in side by my two "bodyguards." Monroe's perfume clings heavily to my nose, she would just be the type to buy awful smelling, and cheap perfume. The floor sticks to my designer heels as I walk, they probably haven't washed it in years, and the exhausting heat of the building makes my short, dark hair, and expensive pants suit stick to my skin.
We walk into Borden's office, Darien and Hobbes are leaning against the filing cabinets, a man, who appears to be Robert Eberts, is making jokes with Hobbes, and The Official is sitting behind his massive desk watching us."Is this the little messenger girl?" He asks smugly. Rotten pig.
"Yes." Alex says and shoves me into a chair, so I will sit down.
"So, where is Eberts?"
"I do not appricate being treated this way I am a citzen of the United Kingdom. I demand you pay me the proper respect I deserve."
He laughs.
...To Be continued in the sequel