Part 14
He is now Matthew Long, security guard, hired at Intenge Armoured Security systems to monitor apartments, including a one leased by a Mr. George Fraley. This amuses Jack, the one who is suppose to be making sure George doesn't get broken into, is easily broken into.He watches the living room, where the weasel is sitting in a green beanbag chair, doing nothing, but staring into space.He doesn't think this twerp has the guts to infect anyone else, he is actually suprised that he did in the first place.He has a plan, he has to wait for Mr. Fraley to get into his apartment, though, and who knows how long that will be.They might keep him late, because his beloved Rich is terrorizing people, that's okay. Jack is patient.
He hears sounds behind him.People walking towards him, and talking. One sounds like that clown, John Grant.
He listens. "Is this really necessary?" A high pitched masculine voice says. Jack knows this is the President of the company,J. Pate Intenge, a man with very little hair, and small wire rim glasses, that are almost glued to his face, even though he is always trying to push them in place, for some odd reason.
"Yes, it is necessary, Mr. Fraley has agreed, he can't wear a wire, because of this mission, may require him to be searched. I am sorry, I can not give you anymore details then that." Grant replies. They step into the room, with Jack.
"Long, you are relieved for the day." Mr. Intenge says nervously to Jack.
"But, sir, two males have just entered Fraley's home with a key, don't..." Jack gets cut off. Jack frowns, they should never do that, they may end up like Long, who is hanging in the vents somewhere.
"We don't have time for that. This is dectective Grant, he will be taken over security on Fraley's house, you may go home." Intenge answers, pushing at his stationary glasses.
John's eyes turn to the screen, as the sound of keys are heard in the door, on one of the monitors.. "He can help me, if he wants, " John says noticing Rich in the living room, on the one where Jack was watching. Jack knows he can make his move now,he has been blessed with luck, he gets to kill the clown, before he kills the weasel.
Mr. Intenge frowns, "Okay." He scurries away.
Jack starts to pull out his gun, but John turns to him. "Why don't you continue watching the living room." Jack gives him a nod. Jack and John watch George into the hallway. He begins towards the living room.
Jack turns away from a second and pulls some duct tape off the floor, from a nylon bag. As he does this he hears, "Hi, Rich."
"Hi, Geo, I missed you." He hears as he pulls out some rope.
John doesn't see the ropes, but he is getting odd vibes from this security guard.Jack stands up, pretending to stretch. "What are you, doing?" John manages to say before Jack puts tape around his mouth. He laughs in John's face. "Idiot," He says as he begins to delicately tie the rope around the chair and John.
"I missed you, too, Rich, but..." Jack ties the rope tightly into a neat windsor knot.
"Come hear, sweetheart, we need to talk." Jack ties John's hands wth the tape.
"I don't know, Rich.How can I trust you, after..." Jack wraps John's ankles with the tape.
"Please." Jack pulls out a knife, and gently slides the knife across John's neck.John's eyes close. Jack takes some of the blood, from the wound, wishing he had more time, and writes across the monitor, "I miss you, Sam."
He pulls off his now bloodied blue jacket on top of John, who breathing seems to have stops and crawls out of the room through a vent on the ceiling.
(more to come)
He is now Matthew Long, security guard, hired at Intenge Armoured Security systems to monitor apartments, including a one leased by a Mr. George Fraley. This amuses Jack, the one who is suppose to be making sure George doesn't get broken into, is easily broken into.He watches the living room, where the weasel is sitting in a green beanbag chair, doing nothing, but staring into space.He doesn't think this twerp has the guts to infect anyone else, he is actually suprised that he did in the first place.He has a plan, he has to wait for Mr. Fraley to get into his apartment, though, and who knows how long that will be.They might keep him late, because his beloved Rich is terrorizing people, that's okay. Jack is patient.
He hears sounds behind him.People walking towards him, and talking. One sounds like that clown, John Grant.
He listens. "Is this really necessary?" A high pitched masculine voice says. Jack knows this is the President of the company,J. Pate Intenge, a man with very little hair, and small wire rim glasses, that are almost glued to his face, even though he is always trying to push them in place, for some odd reason.
"Yes, it is necessary, Mr. Fraley has agreed, he can't wear a wire, because of this mission, may require him to be searched. I am sorry, I can not give you anymore details then that." Grant replies. They step into the room, with Jack.
"Long, you are relieved for the day." Mr. Intenge says nervously to Jack.
"But, sir, two males have just entered Fraley's home with a key, don't..." Jack gets cut off. Jack frowns, they should never do that, they may end up like Long, who is hanging in the vents somewhere.
"We don't have time for that. This is dectective Grant, he will be taken over security on Fraley's house, you may go home." Intenge answers, pushing at his stationary glasses.
John's eyes turn to the screen, as the sound of keys are heard in the door, on one of the monitors.. "He can help me, if he wants, " John says noticing Rich in the living room, on the one where Jack was watching. Jack knows he can make his move now,he has been blessed with luck, he gets to kill the clown, before he kills the weasel.
Mr. Intenge frowns, "Okay." He scurries away.
Jack starts to pull out his gun, but John turns to him. "Why don't you continue watching the living room." Jack gives him a nod. Jack and John watch George into the hallway. He begins towards the living room.
Jack turns away from a second and pulls some duct tape off the floor, from a nylon bag. As he does this he hears, "Hi, Rich."
"Hi, Geo, I missed you." He hears as he pulls out some rope.
John doesn't see the ropes, but he is getting odd vibes from this security guard.Jack stands up, pretending to stretch. "What are you, doing?" John manages to say before Jack puts tape around his mouth. He laughs in John's face. "Idiot," He says as he begins to delicately tie the rope around the chair and John.
"I missed you, too, Rich, but..." Jack ties the rope tightly into a neat windsor knot.
"Come hear, sweetheart, we need to talk." Jack ties John's hands wth the tape.
"I don't know, Rich.How can I trust you, after..." Jack wraps John's ankles with the tape.
"Please." Jack pulls out a knife, and gently slides the knife across John's neck.John's eyes close. Jack takes some of the blood, from the wound, wishing he had more time, and writes across the monitor, "I miss you, Sam."
He pulls off his now bloodied blue jacket on top of John, who breathing seems to have stops and crawls out of the room through a vent on the ceiling.
(more to come)