Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the television show "The
Pretender." They belong to Steve Long Mitchell, Craig W. Sickel, and TNT.
Warning: If you like Zoe or Thomas. Don't Read!! Because is only gets worse. Also I'm not done writing this story.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 13 Dream
The Centre Simm lab 1:00 p.m.
Heels clicking Miss Parker walks towards her son's office. Opening the door she can see Junior and Angelo talking.
"So, you have decided," states Junior. "Angelo was just telling me, we have a hit on Jarod."
"Yes." replies Miss Parker.
"You are *aware* that you could be opening a Pandora's box." With that said Junior picks up his jacket, and walks with his mother to the elevator joining her group.
"This box should have been opened a long time ago."
Jarod's Lair 2:30Pm
Major Charles and Jarod were getting ready to leave and meet up with the rest of the family when Major Charles hears three cars pull up. Not thinking much of it, because Centre employees usually slam of their brakes at the last minute, but years of precaution make the Major walk over to the window.
Looking out he sees a young man emerge for one car and what no-one can miss for anyone else Miss Parker getting out of the other.
"Ah, Jarod. I don't think Miss Parker was joking when she said she'll joining us *real soon.*" yells Major Charles.
"What makes you say that?" questions Jarod. 'As if.'
"Because she just pulled up along with a two sweeper teams," shouts Major Charles.
"Damn." swears Jarod. Grabbing everything that he can carry, he and the Major split up. Jarod goes down and around to the side of the building, while the Major takes the back entrance.
"Going somewhere?" hiss Lyle, pointing his gun at the Major clicking off the safety. Slowly the Major drops his stuff on the concrete raising his hands up into the air. "They say there is a time for all thing, a time to dance a time to sing, well Major your times up."
'Jarod will feel so guilty for this.' Lyles grins pure delight as he pictures a tormented Jarod howling in grief. Lyle points his gun directly at the Majors head...
********************************************************* Time for a helping hand but who will it be?
Warning: If you like Zoe or Thomas. Don't Read!! Because is only gets worse. Also I'm not done writing this story.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 13 Dream
The Centre Simm lab 1:00 p.m.
Heels clicking Miss Parker walks towards her son's office. Opening the door she can see Junior and Angelo talking.
"So, you have decided," states Junior. "Angelo was just telling me, we have a hit on Jarod."
"Yes." replies Miss Parker.
"You are *aware* that you could be opening a Pandora's box." With that said Junior picks up his jacket, and walks with his mother to the elevator joining her group.
"This box should have been opened a long time ago."
Jarod's Lair 2:30Pm
Major Charles and Jarod were getting ready to leave and meet up with the rest of the family when Major Charles hears three cars pull up. Not thinking much of it, because Centre employees usually slam of their brakes at the last minute, but years of precaution make the Major walk over to the window.
Looking out he sees a young man emerge for one car and what no-one can miss for anyone else Miss Parker getting out of the other.
"Ah, Jarod. I don't think Miss Parker was joking when she said she'll joining us *real soon.*" yells Major Charles.
"What makes you say that?" questions Jarod. 'As if.'
"Because she just pulled up along with a two sweeper teams," shouts Major Charles.
"Damn." swears Jarod. Grabbing everything that he can carry, he and the Major split up. Jarod goes down and around to the side of the building, while the Major takes the back entrance.
"Going somewhere?" hiss Lyle, pointing his gun at the Major clicking off the safety. Slowly the Major drops his stuff on the concrete raising his hands up into the air. "They say there is a time for all thing, a time to dance a time to sing, well Major your times up."
'Jarod will feel so guilty for this.' Lyles grins pure delight as he pictures a tormented Jarod howling in grief. Lyle points his gun directly at the Majors head...
********************************************************* Time for a helping hand but who will it be?