VOTING CLOSED!
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 this only gets worse.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 18 Dream
The Centre Same day 7:00 p.m.
Entering the Centre the group was informed that Miss Parker and Junior were to report to the tower for debriefing. Heading to the tower Miss Parkers shoulders automatically squared off.
Opening the glass doors Miss Parker and Junior saw Raines standing by the desk and a female representative of the triumvirate sitting in Mr. Parkers chair. You could tell she was a representative of the triumvirate by the black Armani clothes she was wearing and by the way Raines was acting submissive around her.
"Another failure I see." wheezes Raines. Stepping further into the room, Miss Parker glares at Raines.
"No, we had partial success," contradicts Miss Parker "Until .."
"NO! More of your excuses, Miss Parker." wheezes Raines.
"Mr. Raines. Shut up," snaps the female representative of the triumvirate "My name in Ms. Jones. Please continue Miss Parker."
"Well, Ms. Jones, we had partial success, we missed Jarod but caught Major Charles. Until there was an assassination attempt on my son, Junior here. Who was driving the car in which the Major Charles was in."
Wheezing "Excuses, Miss Parker."
"I will not tell you again, Shut Up!" hisses Ms. Jones. Squirming a little Raines, glares at Miss Parker. "So your telling me that you were able to catch Major Charles but not Jarod. Correct?"
"Yes."
"Who ordered the hit on Junior?" questions Ms. Jones.
"I don't know," answers Miss Parker. Ms. Jones stares at Raines, when he figures out that Ms. Jones is looking at him. Raines starts to scream that if he had anything to do with it Junior would have been dead. Working himself up to such a state that Ms. Jones order several sweeper to take Mr. Raines to the infirmary.
"Who was involved in this hunt?" questions Ms. Jones.
"Myself, Junior, Dr. Green, Broots, Sam my personal sweeper, Mr. Lyle..."
"Stop. Junior go to the infirmary and be checked over." issues Ms. Jones. Flicking on the intercom Ms. Jones orders the secretary to inform Mr. Broots to look into the computer system for hit orders on Junior. Also, to find Mr. Lyle and informed him that his presence is demand in the tower.
The intercom beeps; Ms. Jones and Miss Parker were informed that Mr. Lyle hasn't yet returned to the Centre. Ms. Jones orders the minute he steps in to have him brought to the tower at once.
Upon Lyle's arrival, he sees his sister sitting on the couch. Dropping his briefcase on the floor, he goes up to her places a comforting hand on her shoulder, "I'm so sorry about Junior. I know how important he was to you."
"Lyle, you.." hisses Miss Parker.
"Lyle." snaps Ms. Jones cutting off Miss Parker. "What do you know about Junior?"
Looking at the woman sitting in his dead fathers chair he could tell from her cloths that she was a representative of the triumvirate. Deciding to impresses the representative by telling what he knew instead of pretending to be an idiot.
"I know Junior was shot and killed along with Major Charles."
"How do you know this?" questions Ms. Jones.
"I heard the minute I came into the Centre," answers Lyle.
"You didn't drive by the accident site?"
"No, I went to visit a co-worker. I figured Miss Parker and her son had everything covered. I was no where near the accident site, my route back was a completely different way."
The interrogation went on for about a half hour before Ms. Jones smiled. "Very good, Mr. Lyle," Flicking on the intercom Ms. Jones orders Sam and Bruce, two of Miss Parker's most loyal sweepers to come to her office.
Both sweepers blocked the tower door preventing anyone from leaving.
"Sam and Bruce, Lyle desperately needs to be re-educated. Please escort him to the re-newal wing."
"What? Why?" screams Lyle.
"Simple, Lyle, Junior is not dead and neither is Major Charles. No, thanks to you. You tried twice to kill Major Charles and once to kill Junior. You also destroy Centre property. The triumvirate doesn't take to having it order contradicted."
"NO! You can't do this to me." Both Sam and Bruce roughly manhandle Lyle out of the room. Both women in the tower could hear Lyle screaming even as the elevator doors were closing.
"Excuse me, Ms. Jones."
"Yes."
"The infirmary just called. Junior's fine only cuts and bruises. Mr. Raines is a different case as he somehow contracted anthrax. Raines will need to spend the next two months in isolation. "
"Thank you, Marcy."
The Centre Miss Parker's office 7:00 p.m.
"Miss Parker, I couldn't find anything. But the funny thing was Ms. Jones didn't seem all that interested."
"It's alright Broots. She found out who placed the hit and did something about it."
"Oh, ok. Sorry about the Major and Jarod getting away. Hey, do you feel any better?" questions Broots.
"Fine. Broots, fine."
"Broots what are you doing tonight?" questions Miss Parker. 'Is she asking me out?
************************************************************** Voting closed. All I have to say is hang on to your seats. It's going to get interesting.
Dream
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 this only gets worse.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 18 Dream
The Centre Same day 7:00 p.m.
Entering the Centre the group was informed that Miss Parker and Junior were to report to the tower for debriefing. Heading to the tower Miss Parkers shoulders automatically squared off.
Opening the glass doors Miss Parker and Junior saw Raines standing by the desk and a female representative of the triumvirate sitting in Mr. Parkers chair. You could tell she was a representative of the triumvirate by the black Armani clothes she was wearing and by the way Raines was acting submissive around her.
"Another failure I see." wheezes Raines. Stepping further into the room, Miss Parker glares at Raines.
"No, we had partial success," contradicts Miss Parker "Until .."
"NO! More of your excuses, Miss Parker." wheezes Raines.
"Mr. Raines. Shut up," snaps the female representative of the triumvirate "My name in Ms. Jones. Please continue Miss Parker."
"Well, Ms. Jones, we had partial success, we missed Jarod but caught Major Charles. Until there was an assassination attempt on my son, Junior here. Who was driving the car in which the Major Charles was in."
Wheezing "Excuses, Miss Parker."
"I will not tell you again, Shut Up!" hisses Ms. Jones. Squirming a little Raines, glares at Miss Parker. "So your telling me that you were able to catch Major Charles but not Jarod. Correct?"
"Yes."
"Who ordered the hit on Junior?" questions Ms. Jones.
"I don't know," answers Miss Parker. Ms. Jones stares at Raines, when he figures out that Ms. Jones is looking at him. Raines starts to scream that if he had anything to do with it Junior would have been dead. Working himself up to such a state that Ms. Jones order several sweeper to take Mr. Raines to the infirmary.
"Who was involved in this hunt?" questions Ms. Jones.
"Myself, Junior, Dr. Green, Broots, Sam my personal sweeper, Mr. Lyle..."
"Stop. Junior go to the infirmary and be checked over." issues Ms. Jones. Flicking on the intercom Ms. Jones orders the secretary to inform Mr. Broots to look into the computer system for hit orders on Junior. Also, to find Mr. Lyle and informed him that his presence is demand in the tower.
The intercom beeps; Ms. Jones and Miss Parker were informed that Mr. Lyle hasn't yet returned to the Centre. Ms. Jones orders the minute he steps in to have him brought to the tower at once.
Upon Lyle's arrival, he sees his sister sitting on the couch. Dropping his briefcase on the floor, he goes up to her places a comforting hand on her shoulder, "I'm so sorry about Junior. I know how important he was to you."
"Lyle, you.." hisses Miss Parker.
"Lyle." snaps Ms. Jones cutting off Miss Parker. "What do you know about Junior?"
Looking at the woman sitting in his dead fathers chair he could tell from her cloths that she was a representative of the triumvirate. Deciding to impresses the representative by telling what he knew instead of pretending to be an idiot.
"I know Junior was shot and killed along with Major Charles."
"How do you know this?" questions Ms. Jones.
"I heard the minute I came into the Centre," answers Lyle.
"You didn't drive by the accident site?"
"No, I went to visit a co-worker. I figured Miss Parker and her son had everything covered. I was no where near the accident site, my route back was a completely different way."
The interrogation went on for about a half hour before Ms. Jones smiled. "Very good, Mr. Lyle," Flicking on the intercom Ms. Jones orders Sam and Bruce, two of Miss Parker's most loyal sweepers to come to her office.
Both sweepers blocked the tower door preventing anyone from leaving.
"Sam and Bruce, Lyle desperately needs to be re-educated. Please escort him to the re-newal wing."
"What? Why?" screams Lyle.
"Simple, Lyle, Junior is not dead and neither is Major Charles. No, thanks to you. You tried twice to kill Major Charles and once to kill Junior. You also destroy Centre property. The triumvirate doesn't take to having it order contradicted."
"NO! You can't do this to me." Both Sam and Bruce roughly manhandle Lyle out of the room. Both women in the tower could hear Lyle screaming even as the elevator doors were closing.
"Excuse me, Ms. Jones."
"Yes."
"The infirmary just called. Junior's fine only cuts and bruises. Mr. Raines is a different case as he somehow contracted anthrax. Raines will need to spend the next two months in isolation. "
"Thank you, Marcy."
The Centre Miss Parker's office 7:00 p.m.
"Miss Parker, I couldn't find anything. But the funny thing was Ms. Jones didn't seem all that interested."
"It's alright Broots. She found out who placed the hit and did something about it."
"Oh, ok. Sorry about the Major and Jarod getting away. Hey, do you feel any better?" questions Broots.
"Fine. Broots, fine."
"Broots what are you doing tonight?" questions Miss Parker. 'Is she asking me out?
************************************************************** Voting closed. All I have to say is hang on to your seats. It's going to get interesting.
Dream