Ok here is Chapter 10. I think it's boring but I felt I had to clear a few things up. I hope I still have your attention and no one is drooling on their keyboard.

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"Okay here is the plan," said Alex in her take charge way. "We can stop them before they get there. Dylan didn't call that long ago and so I think we should assume that they are still at the Chief's house near King's Canyon. Natalie and I will go there get her and arrest the Chief, the Creepy Thin Man and whoever else is involved. If we move fast they will never have a chance to get to Chicago."

Natalie nodded along in agreement as Alex stated her plan. Mitchum sat quietly waiting until she was done and then said, "I think we are better off heading to Chicago. Maybe Dylan made the call on her way out the door. We need to work on that assumption; not where they were or are because they will probably be gone before we get there, but where they will be. We go to Chicago and set a trap for them there. What do you think, Daniels?" There was no answer from Daniels who had long been gone on his way to the house of the Chief near the national park. "Daniels," asked Mitchum again looking around. "Shit where did he go?"

Max walked into the room stuffing his face with a Twinkie. "Have you seen Daniels," Mitchum asked the teen.

"Yeah he left like ten, fifteen minutes ago. Said there was something he needed to take care of," replied the boy.

Mitchum sat on the couch and put his head in his hands rubbing the heels of them against his eyes. "Damn! Damn! And double Damn," they could hear him mutter. He then stood and started pacing. He looked up and noticed the angels, Bosley, and Max staring at him. He cleared his throat and began, "Alright, there is something else you need to know. You aren't going to like it any better than I do. Somehow all of this has gotten out of control and I am to blame I know that. I should have trusted that Charlie would only have had the best working for him. How could I have been so stupid?" The last sentence he said more to himself than the group in the office.

"What are you talking about," asked Natalie. "Is Dylan in some kind of trouble? Why is Daniels leaving a problem?"

"Let me start from the beginning. I got word of the need for two assassins. It wasn't a source, just an ad on the internet. The Director didn't want to waste FBI resources on this ad and said that we were wasting valuable bureau time and resources pursuing it. I didn't think so. I had tried to catch the Chief before and failed so I knew how his mind works; when it works. The man is insane. The ad was just like other ads he had left in the past the director just didn't want to see it. I went ahead and recruited Daniels to help me. I told him how it wasn't official bureau business and he accepted." He paused, looked at the faces of his audience to see if he should go on. Alex nodded at him to continue so he did.

"The qualifications for getting in to this contest were tough so we created a persona; a woman, someone who was different enough to catch the Chief's eye. We created Lucrezia. At the time she didn't have a last name and we didn't have an actual person. Sure there were women in the FBI but I knew that we could lose our jobs for investigating this without bureau support so I didn't want to bring another colleague in on this. I went to Charlie, who is an old friend of mine and told him what I needed. He and I discussed all of you and agreed that Dylan would be perfect for the job. Danress is just an anagram of her last name."

"Wait," interrupted Natalie. "So what does this have to do with Daniels?"

"I am getting to that," replied Mitchum. "Matthews came to me the same day. Said that she knew that Chief was looking for assassins and she was out to arrest the 'criminal master mind' that the Chief was recruiting for. She said she couldn't say because it was her case and very hush hush. She said that she knew the director had nixed my investigation but she was willing to give me a hand because it tied into her case. I later found out that she was in on it. That she had family connections to the person who was going through the Chief. I also found out she had another accomplice within the bureau, but who that was I didn't know."

"Until now," said Alex. "The other person is Daniels isn't it?"

Sadly Mitchum nodded. "I don't know how I could have missed it. The problem now is he has a head start on us. He knows what we know."

"That means he knows we are expecting something tomorrow in Chicago and we know where the Chief is located," said Natalie. "Will be blow Dylan's cover?"

"I think it has already been blown," he responded. "Matthews told me she was headed to the bureau to help another agent with a case. I doubt that is true. Plus she helped Dylan get ready for the fight. She already knew who Dylan was."

"If she knew all along then." said Natalie.

"She knew all along but I don't think she realized that Dylan would win the competition. She thought her own agent, who was also fighting in the match would get the job."

"Okay," said Alex. "Here is what we are going to do."

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Dylan stopped the barrel of the gun in her face. "Daniels," she said sighing with relief.

"Dylan," he said coolly.

"We have to get out of here. Get back up. Or do you have backup," she asked excitedly.

"I think you need to back up," he said looking at the red-headed angel in front of him. He waved the gun signaling she should head back into the house.

"Where is Mitchum," she asked.

"He's in LA with the angels. Oh and back up is already here."

Suddenly an icy voice came from behind her, "Mike, I am so glad you could make it. It looks like Dylan was a naughty angel."

Dylan turned to see Gloria Matthews standing behind her. She looked from one FBI agent to the other. "You're in on this two," she asked Daniels disbelieving.

"Of course I am. How else did you think that you and the Thin Man were going to get close enough to my father to kill him?"

"Donald Getty is your father? I heard he had no children."

"Oh he had two Dylan. He never owned up to either of them. Of course I have always known he was my father. My mother used to try to get money from him when I was a kid. We would stand outside the Getty building in Chicago in the freezing cold in our thin cloth coats waiting for him to come out of that tower of marble and glass. Sometimes we were lucky and he would give her a hundred dollar bill, but most of the time he would ignore us or pat me on the head and say 'cute kid' and move on. My half sister wasn't that lucky. She never knew who her father was; I think that once she knows she would be happy to kill him as well."

"I see why you are angry. I never knew my father either but I don't think Getty deserves to die. What do Matthews and Vivian Wood have to do with this? Why do they want to kill Getty?"

"That, Dylan, you will find out when you need to," said Vivian rolling up behind her Jorge at her side. "Jorge, be a dear and take Dylan back upstairs. Jorge has orders to kill you if you try to get away so please don't fight I would like you in top form for tomorrow."

Jorge grabbed Dylan roughly by the arm and led her up the stairs passing Anthony on the way down. She tried to meet his eyes but he didn't look at her. If he was her ally before she doubted if he was now. In fact he was probably more than willing to work for Vivian.

"We have a problem Viv," said Daniels to the woman in the wheelchair. "Dylan managed to make a call and tell the angels about Chicago."

"I knew the call got out I just didn't think they would be so quick. Knowing them Dylan will be their first priority so they will come here. We leave for Chicago in an hour. Gloria," she said to the woman in the doorway behind her, "tell the pilot to get the plane ready."

Anthony stood soberly by and watched Gloria do as she was told. Vivian turned to him and looked him up and down. I'm sure you were a pretty sight tied up on the bedroom floor. Good thing the Chief decided to check on you. Don't worry. You will have your chance to get revenge on her as well. She thinks she is doing the actual killing but you are. I want to see the look on her face when the man she loves kills her father."

Anthony's eyes gave away his surprise. "Oh I saw how she looked at you in the office. That is a woman whose body language gives everything away. I also noticed your medallion around her neck. I remember when I wore it instead. Do you remember?"

Anthony did remember but he didn't want to. Sleeping with Vivian Woods was once of the few things in his life he regretted. She had been looking for someone to assist Eric Knox aka John McCadden in killing Charles Townsend. He had been introduced to her by a former client, Neville Rutherford at a party that the man threw. She had been so sophisticated and elegant that night she took his breath away. Before he had known it he had gone to her room with her, under the pretense of talking business, but things changed quickly to that of pleasure.

As she dressed the next morning she found his medallion laying on the dresser and put it on. They spent the week together. The days were spent discussing, as much as he discussed anything, the plans McCadden had and the night having sex. He couldn't think of it as anything else since there was no passion to it and other than the first night he held no desire for her. It didn't take him long to realize that she had been McCadden's from the start and was just playing with him. He was glad that his heart had never been involved and resented the fact that she now pretended hers was.

Now she was telling him that he would kill Dylan's father and break her heart. "As long as I get paid I don't really care," he told himself as he lit another cigarette. "As long as I get paid."

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