Part 5
Scene 1
Setting: The Scenic Route!
Traffic was heavy as the limo made it's way toward the Nation's capital.
Amanda kept glancing back at the persistent man on the moped. She sensed he wasn't going to give up easily but what did she have to lose? She could fling herself out the limo door once they came to a spot where traffic was lighter. With enough tourists around, it was doubtful that her adversaries would kill her in broad daylight. She had to make a go of it.
The Russians continued to argue in the front seat of the limo and did not notice when Amanda checked the doors. They were unlocked. Amanda scooted closer to the right hand door.
As the driver sped down 15th street, past the White House and Washington Monument, cars next to them turned off toward the Mall and traffic began to lighten. With no one next to them or in the opposing lane, Amanda flung the door open and catipulted herself to the waiting pavement at a light near the Department of Engraving and Printing.
The limo screeched to a halt and Amanda sprang to her feet and sprinted, wedding dress and all, toward the Jefferson Memorial.
Tourists pointed and laughed to see a manic bride fleeing from what must be the wedding from hell!
Amanda's lungs burned as the moped followed her past the cherry trees, past the tidal basin, toward the steps of the memorial.
A voice behind her called out, "Wait!"
She ignored the voice and continued toward the steps of the Memorial. Amanda was panting and her feet were killing her! "High heels are way overrated!" She thought to herself.
As she paused to catch her breath, Amanda heard the moped engine cut off behind her. She didn't have any more breath or strength to go on. She could hear the man from the moped run up behind her. She said a desperate prayer to God and prepared herself to die.
Unexpectedly, the man from the moped took Amanda's hand and said "Come on Amanda! Those guys are still in hot pursuit!"
Amanda gripped Lee's firm and reassuring hand as thay raced together to the underbelly of the Jefferson Memorial, where the museum was located. Amanda now understood that Lee had been at her wedding and was there when she had been taken and Francine had been knocked out.
"Thank goodness it's after 10 a.m.", Amanda told Lee. "Otherwise the museum would be closed!"
Lee was amazed that Amanda could still be chatty at a time like this but he didn't have time to comment. The two Russians were right on their heels as they entered the museum.
Lee exhorted Amanda to stay hidden in the dimlit foyer.
The Russian who had kidnapped Lee and Amanda at the Opera House entered first. Lee hid in the shadows until this Russian was in reach. Lee kicked the gun from the assailant's outstretched hand and landed an effective right jab to his jaw. The gun flew out of the comrade's hands and slid across the room toward the shadows where Amanda hid. The two men struggled for several minutes until Lee landed a firm right uppercut and rendered the assailant unconscious.
Amanda shouted out "Lee!" as the second aggressor entered the room and snuck up behind Lee, throwing his hands around Lee's neck to initiate his lethal choke hold.
Lee struggled intensely with the man, who was at least two times his girth. Lee could feel the brutish Russian's thick hands constrict his throat. He was unable to break the attacker's grasp or gasp for air. Amanda watched in horror as Lee's face turned beet red then blue.
Amanda knew she had to act. She leaped over the first Russian, ready to overtake the second man with a choke hold of her own. As her feet cleared the attacker on the floor, he roused and gripped Amanda's ankle firmly. With a twist, he laughed as she yelped and fell to the hard marble floor.
Amanda's yelp startled Lee's brawny adversary. The distracted Russian loosened his grip on Lee's throat and was quickly caught off guard by an elbow to his gut. Lee silenced him a powerful roundhouse kick to the groin then knocked him out with a decisive head butt.
Without time to spare, Lee once again incapacitated Amanda's attacker with a firm strike to his less than desirable face.
Exhausted, Lee bent over and gasped for air. He soon glanced at Amanda, who had positioned herself on the cold floor, stiffling moans of pain. She feared her ankle could be broken but was glad Lee was released from his strangler.
As Lee handcuffed both men and bound their feet, Amanda clumsily attempted to stand up. Her ankle would defintely not bear her weight. She leaned against the wall and patiently waited for Lee to finish.
With both Russians still unconscious, Lee made his way toward Amanda and scooped up his wounded friend in his arms. Lee could feel Amanda's tense body instantly relax in his grip.
Amanda looked straight in Lee's hazel eyes. She had never seen him so concerned, so compassionate. She was comforted by the warmth of his body next to hers and she could feel his heart pounding next to her chest.
Lee's eyes penetrated Amanda's still frightened countenance, "Amanda, are you all right?"
Amanda could only nod her head. For probably the first time Lee had known her, Amanda King was speechless!
Their eyes remained locked as Lee carried Amanda out to safety, toward the bottom steps of Jefferson's Memorial overlooking the tranquil tidal basin.
Oblivious to the crowd of people now gathered at the site, Lee enfolded Amanda tenderly in his arms. With great care he began, "Amanda..."
From behind them, voices shouted "Lee!" Glenda, Francine and Billy came racing down the Memorial's steps toward Lee and Amanda.
Glenda met them first and shouted "Lee, you're alive!" and leaped in- between Lee and Amanda, ripping Amanda out of Lee's embrace and causing her to stumble to the ground.
Awed by Lee's return from the dead, Francine stood dumbstruck. Eventually she came to Amanda's side and helped her up off the ground.
Amanda and Francine both stared, speechless, as Glenda relentlessly kissed Lee.
Billy was close behind Francine and Glenda. Turning to look toward Lee, who remained locked in Glenda's ceaseless embrace, Billy nodded his head impatiently.
Amanda informed Billy that the offenders were inside the museum.
Billy took off to round up the criminals, but not before instructing Francine to take Amanda to the hospiatal and have that swollen ankle checked.
Francine and Amanda slowly peeled their eyes off Glenda as she continued to smother Lee with kisses.
With a compassionate look, Francine helped Amanda hobble away toward the Agency car. This would be an interesting ride to the hospital.
Scene 1
Setting: The Scenic Route!
Traffic was heavy as the limo made it's way toward the Nation's capital.
Amanda kept glancing back at the persistent man on the moped. She sensed he wasn't going to give up easily but what did she have to lose? She could fling herself out the limo door once they came to a spot where traffic was lighter. With enough tourists around, it was doubtful that her adversaries would kill her in broad daylight. She had to make a go of it.
The Russians continued to argue in the front seat of the limo and did not notice when Amanda checked the doors. They were unlocked. Amanda scooted closer to the right hand door.
As the driver sped down 15th street, past the White House and Washington Monument, cars next to them turned off toward the Mall and traffic began to lighten. With no one next to them or in the opposing lane, Amanda flung the door open and catipulted herself to the waiting pavement at a light near the Department of Engraving and Printing.
The limo screeched to a halt and Amanda sprang to her feet and sprinted, wedding dress and all, toward the Jefferson Memorial.
Tourists pointed and laughed to see a manic bride fleeing from what must be the wedding from hell!
Amanda's lungs burned as the moped followed her past the cherry trees, past the tidal basin, toward the steps of the memorial.
A voice behind her called out, "Wait!"
She ignored the voice and continued toward the steps of the Memorial. Amanda was panting and her feet were killing her! "High heels are way overrated!" She thought to herself.
As she paused to catch her breath, Amanda heard the moped engine cut off behind her. She didn't have any more breath or strength to go on. She could hear the man from the moped run up behind her. She said a desperate prayer to God and prepared herself to die.
Unexpectedly, the man from the moped took Amanda's hand and said "Come on Amanda! Those guys are still in hot pursuit!"
Amanda gripped Lee's firm and reassuring hand as thay raced together to the underbelly of the Jefferson Memorial, where the museum was located. Amanda now understood that Lee had been at her wedding and was there when she had been taken and Francine had been knocked out.
"Thank goodness it's after 10 a.m.", Amanda told Lee. "Otherwise the museum would be closed!"
Lee was amazed that Amanda could still be chatty at a time like this but he didn't have time to comment. The two Russians were right on their heels as they entered the museum.
Lee exhorted Amanda to stay hidden in the dimlit foyer.
The Russian who had kidnapped Lee and Amanda at the Opera House entered first. Lee hid in the shadows until this Russian was in reach. Lee kicked the gun from the assailant's outstretched hand and landed an effective right jab to his jaw. The gun flew out of the comrade's hands and slid across the room toward the shadows where Amanda hid. The two men struggled for several minutes until Lee landed a firm right uppercut and rendered the assailant unconscious.
Amanda shouted out "Lee!" as the second aggressor entered the room and snuck up behind Lee, throwing his hands around Lee's neck to initiate his lethal choke hold.
Lee struggled intensely with the man, who was at least two times his girth. Lee could feel the brutish Russian's thick hands constrict his throat. He was unable to break the attacker's grasp or gasp for air. Amanda watched in horror as Lee's face turned beet red then blue.
Amanda knew she had to act. She leaped over the first Russian, ready to overtake the second man with a choke hold of her own. As her feet cleared the attacker on the floor, he roused and gripped Amanda's ankle firmly. With a twist, he laughed as she yelped and fell to the hard marble floor.
Amanda's yelp startled Lee's brawny adversary. The distracted Russian loosened his grip on Lee's throat and was quickly caught off guard by an elbow to his gut. Lee silenced him a powerful roundhouse kick to the groin then knocked him out with a decisive head butt.
Without time to spare, Lee once again incapacitated Amanda's attacker with a firm strike to his less than desirable face.
Exhausted, Lee bent over and gasped for air. He soon glanced at Amanda, who had positioned herself on the cold floor, stiffling moans of pain. She feared her ankle could be broken but was glad Lee was released from his strangler.
As Lee handcuffed both men and bound their feet, Amanda clumsily attempted to stand up. Her ankle would defintely not bear her weight. She leaned against the wall and patiently waited for Lee to finish.
With both Russians still unconscious, Lee made his way toward Amanda and scooped up his wounded friend in his arms. Lee could feel Amanda's tense body instantly relax in his grip.
Amanda looked straight in Lee's hazel eyes. She had never seen him so concerned, so compassionate. She was comforted by the warmth of his body next to hers and she could feel his heart pounding next to her chest.
Lee's eyes penetrated Amanda's still frightened countenance, "Amanda, are you all right?"
Amanda could only nod her head. For probably the first time Lee had known her, Amanda King was speechless!
Their eyes remained locked as Lee carried Amanda out to safety, toward the bottom steps of Jefferson's Memorial overlooking the tranquil tidal basin.
Oblivious to the crowd of people now gathered at the site, Lee enfolded Amanda tenderly in his arms. With great care he began, "Amanda..."
From behind them, voices shouted "Lee!" Glenda, Francine and Billy came racing down the Memorial's steps toward Lee and Amanda.
Glenda met them first and shouted "Lee, you're alive!" and leaped in- between Lee and Amanda, ripping Amanda out of Lee's embrace and causing her to stumble to the ground.
Awed by Lee's return from the dead, Francine stood dumbstruck. Eventually she came to Amanda's side and helped her up off the ground.
Amanda and Francine both stared, speechless, as Glenda relentlessly kissed Lee.
Billy was close behind Francine and Glenda. Turning to look toward Lee, who remained locked in Glenda's ceaseless embrace, Billy nodded his head impatiently.
Amanda informed Billy that the offenders were inside the museum.
Billy took off to round up the criminals, but not before instructing Francine to take Amanda to the hospiatal and have that swollen ankle checked.
Francine and Amanda slowly peeled their eyes off Glenda as she continued to smother Lee with kisses.
With a compassionate look, Francine helped Amanda hobble away toward the Agency car. This would be an interesting ride to the hospital.
