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~Anya~
Chapter Four
Jondy tapped her foot impatiently. She wasn't used to being stood up. In fact she wasn't too used to going out on dates in the first place. Zack had continuously drilled that into her head since she was old enough to say the word "hormone". At first she had vigorously argued that going on just a date wouldn't automatically make her spill her whole life story to a guy. But her big brother had forcefully countered "rapid emotional attachments are extremely common for those who have a lack of them in the past". Jondy had asked him what exactly he meant. She had never received an answer.
Anyways, she was pissed off. And pissed off and X5 was not a good combination.
With an irritated groan, Jondy walked up to the front desk. She smiled sweetly at the young, pimple-faced clerk that stood there. He grinned back shyly, revealing a full set of braces.
"Hey there, do you think you could check up on a guest here for me?"
"Uh," he stammered uncomfortably, "Actually, we're not supposed to, um, we're not supposed to give out our, uh, guest information. It's, it's confidential."
Jondy, with a terrible urge to knock his lights out and go on a rampage of the hotel, pouted her lips.
"Really? I didn't know that," she said, taking on the stereotypical 'dumb blonde' persona.
The clerk nodded jerkily.
"Gee, I bet you could tell me an awful lot about hotels," Jondy continued, slowly making her way around the desk so she was standing next to the clerk. He gulped.
"Uh, probably, yeah. I guess."
"You know, you really should be more confident in yourself. Confidence makes guys really," she licked her lips, "attractive."
With those last words, Jondy positioned herself just close enough so her breasts were pressed slightly into the clerk's chest.
"You know what else attracts me to guys," she said seductively, "when they know how take control and make important decisions on their own."
"Uh... y-yeah," he replied, his eyes not on Jondy's face but fixed, mesmerized, on her chest.
"So how about that information?"
As soon as Jondy heard that there was no Philip anything staying at the hotel, she stormed angrily out the door, punching a sign as she went. She didn't even notice when it fell.
Jondy had only been walking a couple of minutes when her cell rang. Annoyed further at the irritating tune one of her friends had set it to; she fished it out of her pocket and picked up.
"Hello?!" she practically yelled.
"Whoa there, Nelly! I think someone needs to take a chill pill."
She smiled slightly at her roommate's voice. Molly could usually brighten her mood. Usually.
"Sorry," Jondy apologized, "I just got stood up by that guy I told you about earlier. He's not even staying at the hotel I dropped him off. Can you believe that?"
"Hmm," Molly said, "yep. Sounds like the story of my life."
Jondy laughed. Molly Diano was a great person but, especially nowadays, most guys were extremely intimidated when they found out she was a cop. Jondy found it rather ironic that she had hit off so well with Molly when she moved to San Diego about three months ago. A military rogue and a big city cop, who knew?
"So what's up?"
"Well, funny you ask, my friend. You see I had this terrible urge to eat a big Chinese dinner tonight and then veg out in front of the boob tube with my boyfriend. Then I realized, wait! I don't have a boyfriend. But I kept on thinking and decided, if you can't have a boyfriend, have a girlfriend! Not that I'm going lesbo or anything, mind you," she paused for effect before continuing, "Well, what I'm trying to ask you is, would you be my date, Joanna?"
"Yes, Molly, I'll be your date," Jondy replied laughing.
Philip was already dissipating from her mind.
Cole crouched, perched lightly atop the edge of the building. The security at the so-called police station was miserable at four in the morning. Only two cops stood guard outside the main doors and there was but three more inside. For a normal person five to one was far from a fare fight but, for Cole, it was about the opposite. He could easily take out the first two without being noticed and then that left only the three others left inside; two of which were sleeping.
"Piece of cake," he whispered to himself.
He dropped soundlessly to the ground. Cole then put his hands in his pockets, put the hood of his jacket up, and strolled drunkenly around the corner.
"Hey you, isn't it a little late to be out?" one of the cops asked, grabbing him by the arm.
Cole played dumb and made a grunting sound in response.
"You're drunk as a skunk, aren't you, bum?" number two accused, obviously annoyed at the disturbance to his peaceful watch. He pushed Cole into the wall roughly and grabbed his throat.
"How does a night in the slammer sound to you, huh? Think that would sober you up?"
"Let him go, Thompson. He's not worth waking the guys over."
"You sure about that?"
Both cops looked at the "drunk", surprised that he'd spoken; but neither of them had a chance to react. Cole had flipped the one called Thompson onto his back and knocked him out by the time the other could even move his arm for his gun. With a scowl, Cole kicked him in the gut and then the head, relaying him into the same state as his companion. Before opening the front doors he threw both of their guns back into the alley. He didn't like guns. Especially when they were used on him.
The policemen inside went down with about the same fight as the others except for the last one. He had a chance to fire one shot that would have hit it's target if not for the fact that he'd fired it at an X5. Cole sent him flying into the far wall where he would surely remain for several hours. He pitied him for the headache he'd have when he awoke.
"Okay, who are you?" Cole asked as he sat down at the main computer and started rapidly typing in information. The keyword "Manticore" got him immediately where he wanted to go. He read:
' CS-7509 MANTICORE
Manticore appears to be some type of military operation that began approximately thirty-five years ago. Although it is not yet known what their objective is, it is acknowledged that there have been extensive dealings with black-market companies over-seas. As of now, the information is inconclusive but it is assumed that some form of weapon is being secretly created. This case remains under investigation by Lieutenant Molly Diano.'
Cole leaned back. He looked up the name and found the address he needed.
"Well, Molly Diano, you are one unlucky girl."
~Anya~
Chapter Four
Jondy tapped her foot impatiently. She wasn't used to being stood up. In fact she wasn't too used to going out on dates in the first place. Zack had continuously drilled that into her head since she was old enough to say the word "hormone". At first she had vigorously argued that going on just a date wouldn't automatically make her spill her whole life story to a guy. But her big brother had forcefully countered "rapid emotional attachments are extremely common for those who have a lack of them in the past". Jondy had asked him what exactly he meant. She had never received an answer.
Anyways, she was pissed off. And pissed off and X5 was not a good combination.
With an irritated groan, Jondy walked up to the front desk. She smiled sweetly at the young, pimple-faced clerk that stood there. He grinned back shyly, revealing a full set of braces.
"Hey there, do you think you could check up on a guest here for me?"
"Uh," he stammered uncomfortably, "Actually, we're not supposed to, um, we're not supposed to give out our, uh, guest information. It's, it's confidential."
Jondy, with a terrible urge to knock his lights out and go on a rampage of the hotel, pouted her lips.
"Really? I didn't know that," she said, taking on the stereotypical 'dumb blonde' persona.
The clerk nodded jerkily.
"Gee, I bet you could tell me an awful lot about hotels," Jondy continued, slowly making her way around the desk so she was standing next to the clerk. He gulped.
"Uh, probably, yeah. I guess."
"You know, you really should be more confident in yourself. Confidence makes guys really," she licked her lips, "attractive."
With those last words, Jondy positioned herself just close enough so her breasts were pressed slightly into the clerk's chest.
"You know what else attracts me to guys," she said seductively, "when they know how take control and make important decisions on their own."
"Uh... y-yeah," he replied, his eyes not on Jondy's face but fixed, mesmerized, on her chest.
"So how about that information?"
As soon as Jondy heard that there was no Philip anything staying at the hotel, she stormed angrily out the door, punching a sign as she went. She didn't even notice when it fell.
Jondy had only been walking a couple of minutes when her cell rang. Annoyed further at the irritating tune one of her friends had set it to; she fished it out of her pocket and picked up.
"Hello?!" she practically yelled.
"Whoa there, Nelly! I think someone needs to take a chill pill."
She smiled slightly at her roommate's voice. Molly could usually brighten her mood. Usually.
"Sorry," Jondy apologized, "I just got stood up by that guy I told you about earlier. He's not even staying at the hotel I dropped him off. Can you believe that?"
"Hmm," Molly said, "yep. Sounds like the story of my life."
Jondy laughed. Molly Diano was a great person but, especially nowadays, most guys were extremely intimidated when they found out she was a cop. Jondy found it rather ironic that she had hit off so well with Molly when she moved to San Diego about three months ago. A military rogue and a big city cop, who knew?
"So what's up?"
"Well, funny you ask, my friend. You see I had this terrible urge to eat a big Chinese dinner tonight and then veg out in front of the boob tube with my boyfriend. Then I realized, wait! I don't have a boyfriend. But I kept on thinking and decided, if you can't have a boyfriend, have a girlfriend! Not that I'm going lesbo or anything, mind you," she paused for effect before continuing, "Well, what I'm trying to ask you is, would you be my date, Joanna?"
"Yes, Molly, I'll be your date," Jondy replied laughing.
Philip was already dissipating from her mind.
Cole crouched, perched lightly atop the edge of the building. The security at the so-called police station was miserable at four in the morning. Only two cops stood guard outside the main doors and there was but three more inside. For a normal person five to one was far from a fare fight but, for Cole, it was about the opposite. He could easily take out the first two without being noticed and then that left only the three others left inside; two of which were sleeping.
"Piece of cake," he whispered to himself.
He dropped soundlessly to the ground. Cole then put his hands in his pockets, put the hood of his jacket up, and strolled drunkenly around the corner.
"Hey you, isn't it a little late to be out?" one of the cops asked, grabbing him by the arm.
Cole played dumb and made a grunting sound in response.
"You're drunk as a skunk, aren't you, bum?" number two accused, obviously annoyed at the disturbance to his peaceful watch. He pushed Cole into the wall roughly and grabbed his throat.
"How does a night in the slammer sound to you, huh? Think that would sober you up?"
"Let him go, Thompson. He's not worth waking the guys over."
"You sure about that?"
Both cops looked at the "drunk", surprised that he'd spoken; but neither of them had a chance to react. Cole had flipped the one called Thompson onto his back and knocked him out by the time the other could even move his arm for his gun. With a scowl, Cole kicked him in the gut and then the head, relaying him into the same state as his companion. Before opening the front doors he threw both of their guns back into the alley. He didn't like guns. Especially when they were used on him.
The policemen inside went down with about the same fight as the others except for the last one. He had a chance to fire one shot that would have hit it's target if not for the fact that he'd fired it at an X5. Cole sent him flying into the far wall where he would surely remain for several hours. He pitied him for the headache he'd have when he awoke.
"Okay, who are you?" Cole asked as he sat down at the main computer and started rapidly typing in information. The keyword "Manticore" got him immediately where he wanted to go. He read:
' CS-7509 MANTICORE
Manticore appears to be some type of military operation that began approximately thirty-five years ago. Although it is not yet known what their objective is, it is acknowledged that there have been extensive dealings with black-market companies over-seas. As of now, the information is inconclusive but it is assumed that some form of weapon is being secretly created. This case remains under investigation by Lieutenant Molly Diano.'
Cole leaned back. He looked up the name and found the address he needed.
"Well, Molly Diano, you are one unlucky girl."