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Disclaimer: see part one
Start of part six
12:00am
Tuesday noon
Sydney had the feeling of being watched at first he thought it was Angelo and he looked up at the air vents. When he saw no eyes he started to write, then stoped the invisible eyes were still there he slowly looked around the room, nothing. He looked at his watch it was lunch time he thought that this day he would change his routine and go out and buy his lunch then ask Miss Parker if he could take the rest of the day off. Just as he was packing up Parker walked in, Sydney groaned inside. 'There goes my plans of lunch,' he thought.
"Miss Parker, what can I do for you?" Sydney asked politely.
"Syd, do you ever get that feeling your being watched?" Parker said striding up to the older man's desk.
"This is the centre everyone is being watched." Sydney replied dismissing the thought he had earlier.
"No, non-centre watching."
"Today I had that feeling, but I thought it could have just been Angelo."
"Maybe." Parker noticed the tidy desk and how Sydney was standing, as if waiting.
"Planing on going some where?" Parker asked.
"I was thinking I might take the afternoon off." Sydney told her, hopeful.
"Not today, Syd. Something is not right here." Parker said walking right up to the desk. "Everyone is starting to get jumpy, we should all stick to our normal routines. We don't want to call attention to ourselves."
"Right." Sydney said sitting back down at his desk. "So, why did you come in here?"
Parker indicated that they should go outside his office, once outside she turned to him. "How is he doing?"
"His fever broke last night and he was asleep when I left this morning." Sydney told her after a slight hesitation.
"That's good news." Parker looked around her, making sure no one was listening then she leaned forwards. "You should move him to another hotel, when I was there I had the same feeling of being watched." Parker stepped back from him and walked away.
* * *
Green eyes watched Miss Parker walk passed him. The game was starting to get a life of it's own. All the players were now playing his game and by his rules. He headed towards the lifts and down to his car. He knew that Sydney would be calling Broots to tell him to move and he needed to be there when they did.
* * *
Jarod had pulled a chair over to the window and was watching the people pass on the street below. People fascinated him just when he thought he had them figured out they did something different. He watched the people below him for a while then raised his head slightly to scan the buildings on the other side of the street. He watched as a white car pulled up outside the building across the road and a man got out heading into the large building. It wasn't until then that it dawned on him, something wasn't right. He looked around the street again. Then he saw it, a flicker then it was gone. It had looked like sun off a mirror he looked around for the source and found it. On the second row of hotel rooms across the street, third balcony from the right. The flicker came again, it was a camera lens. Jarod looked at it for a minute more. Then he saw a man grab it and close the curtains.
"Broots." Jarod called, still looking at the other room's window.
"Jarod?" Broots came to stand behind the pretender looking out the window.
"We need to move to a new hotel." Jarod told him.
"Whawhy?" Just then his cell phone rang. "Hello"
Jarod watched the man on the phone. He walked out of the room and Jarod could hear noises next door. Broots appeared a few minutes later carrying his bag.
"Sydney called he told us to move." Broots told him.
Jarod looked once more across the street and then slowly followed Broots out the door.
* * *
He had seen him, he knew. Green eyes slightly started to panic. He had seen brown eyes watching him. He had seen the eyes see the camera, he had set up. He picked up his cell phone and dialled a number from memory.
"We have been spotted by Jarod." Green eyes said into the phone. He listened to the other person on the line.
"I don't think he knows what he's seeing." Green eyes looked out the window to watch for Broots' car. "Okay, I will take care of it."
The man then disconnected the line and then dialled another number.
"James, I have good news for you that pray of yours has decided to poke his head up." He listened for a few minutes. "What do I get in return, you ask. That's easy, the end."
* * *
"Broots, I need to pick up a few things at one of my hide outs." Jarod told the man sitting next to him.
"Where is it?" Broots asked driving the car.
"About three streets away." Jarod said, "go left at the next round about."
Broots guided the car down the street indicated to him. Jarod lead him down street after street until Jarod told him to spot. They had arrived outside an old apartment building. Broots and Jarod walked through the front doors, Broots headed towards the lifts.
"No, it's this way." Jarod told him, they walked towards the stairwell. Jarod waited as Broots closed the door. The stairs only went up however unseen by any passer-byes there was a hidden door, which Jarod opened on the wall straight in front of him. Broots was fascinated as Jarod lead him down a flight of steps, which lead to the sub level of the building. The room looked just like a normal apartment, excepted for one noticeable difference, no windows. The room was covered in dust that carried through the ventilation system.
"Wow, I would have never have thought of looking at the back of a stairwell." Broots exclaimed, envious.
Jarod smiled a true smile that had not touched his lips for along time. "It comes in handy when you are being chased."
Jarod made his way to a closest, while Broots looked around the apartment. There was a kitchen, living room, bathroom and a bedroom. He also noticed that the room had electric lights, a telephone and a television. He came back into the living room, Jarod had changed his clothes and the orange shirt and grey pants lay lifeless a few feet away from him.
Jarod turned around and Broots saw the gun he held in his hand before it was stuffed into the bag he held.
"You have the same feeling of being watched?" Broots asked.
"Yes, and for good reason we are being watched and I can tell you this, it's not the centre." Jarod told him swinging the bag onto one shoulder.
"If its not the centre then who?" Broots asked.
Jarod looked at him for a long minute then said softly. "If someone kidnapped your daughter what would you do to get her back?"
"What ever it took and if they hurt her in any way, I would hunt them down." Broots proclaimed protectiveness could clearly be heard in his voice.
"Kahlia is a very special girl for one she has a father that can become anyone he wants to be and a mother that knows everything there is to learn in this lifenot to mention beautiful." Jarod said with a far away look in his eyes. "Kahlia has been hidden from the people that could harm her, which included me." Jarod sadly said, mourning the loss of the child he never knew.
"Last year I was contacted and told about Kahlia, I was stunned I didn't know want to say." Jarod looked at the floor.
"What happened?" Broots asked.
"The Triumvirate found her. Her mother is a business woman and I don't mean the office type. Kahlia was quickly hidden and I distracted their line of fire. That however backfired the Triumvirate ignored me and some how grabbed Kahlia." Jarod looked up at Broots sadness and remembered pain in his eyes. Broots knew immediately what happened next in this story.
"You rescued her and they caught you." Broots stated. Jarod slowly nodded his head.
"I'm of no use to them any more, I have seen the evil they have done. They also know that I would not do any more Sims for them. My daughter on the other hand is a different story, she is young and has the pretender gene." Jarod was trying hard to keep back tears. "When I arrived she was screaming and yelling the sound was like someone had stabbed me in the heart."
"So the men chasing us at the Swallow's Nest were Triumvirate men?"
"Yes. Before I could tell them were she was, you and Sydney saved me." Jarod shook his head and looked back at the floor. "I don't know how long I could have kept my silence. They used a drug on me that intensified the pain. The only thing that kept me from going insane was Kahlia's screams when I found her, I knew that she would have been subjected to the same things that I was."
"What about the people watching us. Who are they?" Broots asked.
"That's the million dollar question and the answer is. I don't know." Jarod said looking Broots in the eyes, Broots could see the tears streaming down his face.
The end of Part six
