A/N I couldn't find out how many floors the real Chicago Hilton has we are
going for 20 in this story. I tried to estimate from the picture on the
website and I know I'm close but if I am wrong please don't complain. Also
my FBI agents move quickly apparently. So if they seem to get around and
not a lot of time has passed I am sorry.
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"Good thing you are all sitting because I don't think you'd believe me otherwise," said Dylan after she woke up from her dream.
"We'd believe Vivian is crazy," said Natalie, "look how she followed Knox."
"That was infatuation, maybe love," replied Dylan, "but with Vivian it's now more than that. She has a new obsession and is after anyone who might have had anything to do with it no matter how remote a connection." Dylan turned to Mitchum, "I am sure that Nat and Alex told you how we met Vivian Wood." Mitchum nodded. "And I am sure that they told you how we thought she had died, an exploding missile meant for us fired from Eric Knox.John McCadden's helicopter."
Mitchum nodded again, "It's hard to believe that she and the fellow you call 'the Thin Man' survived that. The chances of that are astronomical."
"Well," continued Dylan, "did they tell you how we finally defeated McCadden?" She looked between the angels and the FBI agent.
"No, the just told me how you angels tied them together with the chain and then you filled me.us in on the details of how they survived but not what happened with McCadden."
Dylan took a deep breath and began recounting how they had barely escaped the explosion, how John Bosley had come and picked them up in a jeep and how they followed the helicopter along the Pacific Coast Highway. "We managed to get on board, Alex rewired the second missile so it would return and destroy the helicopter while I fought with McCadden inside. There was something on the helicopter that imprinted itself in my mind. It was small and insignificant, well then it was, but now I'm not so sure."
"What was it," he asked curiously.
"I'm getting to that. We sat on the landing gear and as I pulled myself into the helicopter I noticed an engraving on the missile, it said 'made by Codyne Industries'," finished Dylan.
"Codyne Industries makes screws and fastening devices," said Mitchum.
"That's what they are best known for and it was the first thing I thought of when Vivian told me at the Chief's house, but I think if you look at the company history they also made small arms under a government contract for a few years in the mid-eighties," said Dylan.
Alex brought up an old newspaper article that she found on the sale of the Codyne Industries weapons manufacturing division being closed and the contract going to another firm dated 1985. "Looks like Dylan is right. So what you are saying Dylan, is that Vivian wants revenge on the manufacturer of the missile that nearly killed her? That IS insane."
"Okay but from what Gloria said it has to be something else," said Mitchum. "Listen Dylan, your theory is good but the logic is flawed, even if she wanted revenge I was told it was to change the course of the world. I don't see what killing the man who was remotely.very remotely connected with her disfigurement."
"How about this," asked Alex pulling up another article. "I found this today. Codyne Industries' CEO Donald Getty throws his hat into the ring for Presidential candidate," read Alex. "Donald Getty best known for his role as found and long time CEO of Codyne Industries is said to be announcing his run for President this week at the World Trade Show. Initial public opinion polls show that over seventy five percent favor his candidacy. Getty's platform consists of tax and welfare reform and extending the olive branch of peace to nations once considered enemies of the US. Getty said, 'I am a man of peace.' Yada Yada," said Alex. "Pretty much the jest of it is that he is against arms and for gun control and claims that his little 'nuts and bolts operation' is the most peaceful and least dangerous corporation in the US."
"So she plans on assassinating a presidential candidate whose corporation manufactured the missile that nearly killed her," said Natalie.
"One whose platform is peace. Nice," said Dylan. "If nothing else she will have him eliminated from the race even if she doesn't kill him by that fact alone. I wonder why no one else has brought up or thought to bring up the arms manufacturing of the 80's?"
"We will be landing in a few minutes," said Nat. "Once we get Vivian we can find out more."
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They had been in the hotel a few hours. Vivian, the woman that she was despite the burns from the explosion was still a woman, she had recruited Jorge and her sister to go shopping with her on Michigan Avenue, the Gold Coast. Anthony didn't know what Daniels was up to and didn't care either as long as the man stayed out of his way. He had a bad feeling about the FBI agent; then again he had a bad feeling about everyone involved in this case. Normally there was at least one person per job that seemed sane and he hated to admit this but he was the sanest one of them this time. He gave a small chuckle at that thought.
Anthony decided to scout the hotel. He had assumed it would be easier than the theater to kill the target. He took the elevator up to the floor below the top two levels which comprised the luxury towers and looked around. The ledge of the window at the end of the hall would provide him with the means to get up to the top floor undetected. He had no idea what the layout of the top floor of the luxury tower was like. He had done assignments like that before; they were usually all the more exciting. Just then he heard voices and ducked into the cleaning supply closet.
"Wow this place is nice," bubbled Natalie. "Oh here I am I have room 1830."
Anthony's eyes narrowed. He knew that voice. It took him a second and then he placed it, it was the blonde angel, Natalie. He opened the door a crack and looked out. "I've got 1825," said Alex. "What do you two gentlemen have," she asked.
"1840 and 1842," replied Bosley.
"It's nice how Charlie arranged rooms for us in the same hotel as Getty. I would have thought it was booked solid," said the blonde Angel struggling with the plastic card in the lock. "Too bad Dylan had to take a room on a different floor."
Anthony's shoulders sagged in relief. The angel had survived. That was good of course, he thought to himself, but not good for his job. Even though he thought that Vivian, Matthews and Daniels were mad they also paid well and he would do what he was hired to do.
The angels had entered their rooms and Anthony slowly opened the closet door and started to creep down to the elevator and back to his room. As he swung the door open he heard the elevator stop with a ding. He quickly ducked back inside leaving the door slightly ajar. Dylan exited the elevator wearing the same dress that had been given to her by Ruth Hudson. He quietly observed her knock on the dark haired angel's door. He would have loved to go to her but he held himself back. "I have a job to do I don't have time for her," he reminded himself. As she entered the room and the door closed behind her. He went on his way.
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Dylan plopped heavily on Alex's bed. "Nice," she said looking around the room and strolling over to the window. She had been placed on the eleventh floor and had a room with a lousy view, but Alex's had a nice one of Grant Park and Buckingham fountain. "Do you know when the clothes are arriving," she asked plucking the blue gingham dress away from her body. "It's not that I don't appreciate Mrs. Hudson's generous gift but I want my own stuff, something that is me and not Dorothy from the 'Wizard of Oz'."
Alex stepped out of the bathroom and smiled, "Charlie said that he would have an associate bring our stuff by three o'clock. That gives us enough time to get ready for the speech Getty is giving tonight at the WTC."
"If he is alive that long. Remember Vivian, Anthony and the rest have been here for hours now," stated Dylan.
There was a knock at the door. Alex looked through the peephole and opened the door to Natalie who looked anxious. "Have either of you seen Mitchum?"
"Not since we checked in ," said Dylan.
"Not since he went into his room," replied Alex. "Why?"
"I thought I heard his door so I went over to see if he wanted to go up to Getty's luxury tower so we could explain the situation. I thought it would be better if the FBI came, you guys know how men like Getty are, but there was no answer."
"That's weird," said Alex. "He wouldn't go anywhere without telling us. He is too by the book for that."
"I'm going to check around the hotel and see if I can find him. Maybe he just went to the lobby or restaurant," said Dylan going to the door.
"I'll check his room," said Alex
"Ok, I'll call the clothing man," said Natalie.
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Anthony went to the bar and ordered a brandy. There wasn't a lot to do except wait and he didn't want to wait in his room. He couldn't smoke there even though the receptionist had said that it was a smoking room it wasn't. As soon as he had lit up a neighbor with the nose of a bloodhound had yelled though the wall. He didn't want to draw attention. He hated watching TV which was nothing but court shows and Jerry Springer so he had come down to the bar and try to relax. He had just tossed back the last of what was in the glass and saw Daniels form leaving the hotel. Anthony walked over to the window and watched the man cross the street and puke on his shoes.
Alex knocked again on Mitchum's door. "Mitchum? Agent Mitchum," she called. Still there was no answer. "Fine," she said and took the card to her own room and unscrewed the electronic control box on the door. She then quickly rewired it. She pressed down on the lever shaped handle and the door opened. The room was dark inside. Mitchum had drawn the curtains. The only light was that of the television set on the dresser playing the theme song from "All My Children". "Mitchum," she called again. That is when she saw him laying on the bed, his shirt covered with blood from the single bullet wound to his chest.
Alex took the FBI agent' pulse but it was useless. She found the bullet stuck in the headboard of the bed and pried it out with the ice tongs that were in the ice bucket on the bedside table. She looked it over, and placed it in a shower cap she found in the bathroom. "That will keep it safe," she said, stuck the cap and bullet in her pocket, and then went back to her room to tell Natalie and wait for Dylan.
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"Good thing you are all sitting because I don't think you'd believe me otherwise," said Dylan after she woke up from her dream.
"We'd believe Vivian is crazy," said Natalie, "look how she followed Knox."
"That was infatuation, maybe love," replied Dylan, "but with Vivian it's now more than that. She has a new obsession and is after anyone who might have had anything to do with it no matter how remote a connection." Dylan turned to Mitchum, "I am sure that Nat and Alex told you how we met Vivian Wood." Mitchum nodded. "And I am sure that they told you how we thought she had died, an exploding missile meant for us fired from Eric Knox.John McCadden's helicopter."
Mitchum nodded again, "It's hard to believe that she and the fellow you call 'the Thin Man' survived that. The chances of that are astronomical."
"Well," continued Dylan, "did they tell you how we finally defeated McCadden?" She looked between the angels and the FBI agent.
"No, the just told me how you angels tied them together with the chain and then you filled me.us in on the details of how they survived but not what happened with McCadden."
Dylan took a deep breath and began recounting how they had barely escaped the explosion, how John Bosley had come and picked them up in a jeep and how they followed the helicopter along the Pacific Coast Highway. "We managed to get on board, Alex rewired the second missile so it would return and destroy the helicopter while I fought with McCadden inside. There was something on the helicopter that imprinted itself in my mind. It was small and insignificant, well then it was, but now I'm not so sure."
"What was it," he asked curiously.
"I'm getting to that. We sat on the landing gear and as I pulled myself into the helicopter I noticed an engraving on the missile, it said 'made by Codyne Industries'," finished Dylan.
"Codyne Industries makes screws and fastening devices," said Mitchum.
"That's what they are best known for and it was the first thing I thought of when Vivian told me at the Chief's house, but I think if you look at the company history they also made small arms under a government contract for a few years in the mid-eighties," said Dylan.
Alex brought up an old newspaper article that she found on the sale of the Codyne Industries weapons manufacturing division being closed and the contract going to another firm dated 1985. "Looks like Dylan is right. So what you are saying Dylan, is that Vivian wants revenge on the manufacturer of the missile that nearly killed her? That IS insane."
"Okay but from what Gloria said it has to be something else," said Mitchum. "Listen Dylan, your theory is good but the logic is flawed, even if she wanted revenge I was told it was to change the course of the world. I don't see what killing the man who was remotely.very remotely connected with her disfigurement."
"How about this," asked Alex pulling up another article. "I found this today. Codyne Industries' CEO Donald Getty throws his hat into the ring for Presidential candidate," read Alex. "Donald Getty best known for his role as found and long time CEO of Codyne Industries is said to be announcing his run for President this week at the World Trade Show. Initial public opinion polls show that over seventy five percent favor his candidacy. Getty's platform consists of tax and welfare reform and extending the olive branch of peace to nations once considered enemies of the US. Getty said, 'I am a man of peace.' Yada Yada," said Alex. "Pretty much the jest of it is that he is against arms and for gun control and claims that his little 'nuts and bolts operation' is the most peaceful and least dangerous corporation in the US."
"So she plans on assassinating a presidential candidate whose corporation manufactured the missile that nearly killed her," said Natalie.
"One whose platform is peace. Nice," said Dylan. "If nothing else she will have him eliminated from the race even if she doesn't kill him by that fact alone. I wonder why no one else has brought up or thought to bring up the arms manufacturing of the 80's?"
"We will be landing in a few minutes," said Nat. "Once we get Vivian we can find out more."
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They had been in the hotel a few hours. Vivian, the woman that she was despite the burns from the explosion was still a woman, she had recruited Jorge and her sister to go shopping with her on Michigan Avenue, the Gold Coast. Anthony didn't know what Daniels was up to and didn't care either as long as the man stayed out of his way. He had a bad feeling about the FBI agent; then again he had a bad feeling about everyone involved in this case. Normally there was at least one person per job that seemed sane and he hated to admit this but he was the sanest one of them this time. He gave a small chuckle at that thought.
Anthony decided to scout the hotel. He had assumed it would be easier than the theater to kill the target. He took the elevator up to the floor below the top two levels which comprised the luxury towers and looked around. The ledge of the window at the end of the hall would provide him with the means to get up to the top floor undetected. He had no idea what the layout of the top floor of the luxury tower was like. He had done assignments like that before; they were usually all the more exciting. Just then he heard voices and ducked into the cleaning supply closet.
"Wow this place is nice," bubbled Natalie. "Oh here I am I have room 1830."
Anthony's eyes narrowed. He knew that voice. It took him a second and then he placed it, it was the blonde angel, Natalie. He opened the door a crack and looked out. "I've got 1825," said Alex. "What do you two gentlemen have," she asked.
"1840 and 1842," replied Bosley.
"It's nice how Charlie arranged rooms for us in the same hotel as Getty. I would have thought it was booked solid," said the blonde Angel struggling with the plastic card in the lock. "Too bad Dylan had to take a room on a different floor."
Anthony's shoulders sagged in relief. The angel had survived. That was good of course, he thought to himself, but not good for his job. Even though he thought that Vivian, Matthews and Daniels were mad they also paid well and he would do what he was hired to do.
The angels had entered their rooms and Anthony slowly opened the closet door and started to creep down to the elevator and back to his room. As he swung the door open he heard the elevator stop with a ding. He quickly ducked back inside leaving the door slightly ajar. Dylan exited the elevator wearing the same dress that had been given to her by Ruth Hudson. He quietly observed her knock on the dark haired angel's door. He would have loved to go to her but he held himself back. "I have a job to do I don't have time for her," he reminded himself. As she entered the room and the door closed behind her. He went on his way.
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Dylan plopped heavily on Alex's bed. "Nice," she said looking around the room and strolling over to the window. She had been placed on the eleventh floor and had a room with a lousy view, but Alex's had a nice one of Grant Park and Buckingham fountain. "Do you know when the clothes are arriving," she asked plucking the blue gingham dress away from her body. "It's not that I don't appreciate Mrs. Hudson's generous gift but I want my own stuff, something that is me and not Dorothy from the 'Wizard of Oz'."
Alex stepped out of the bathroom and smiled, "Charlie said that he would have an associate bring our stuff by three o'clock. That gives us enough time to get ready for the speech Getty is giving tonight at the WTC."
"If he is alive that long. Remember Vivian, Anthony and the rest have been here for hours now," stated Dylan.
There was a knock at the door. Alex looked through the peephole and opened the door to Natalie who looked anxious. "Have either of you seen Mitchum?"
"Not since we checked in ," said Dylan.
"Not since he went into his room," replied Alex. "Why?"
"I thought I heard his door so I went over to see if he wanted to go up to Getty's luxury tower so we could explain the situation. I thought it would be better if the FBI came, you guys know how men like Getty are, but there was no answer."
"That's weird," said Alex. "He wouldn't go anywhere without telling us. He is too by the book for that."
"I'm going to check around the hotel and see if I can find him. Maybe he just went to the lobby or restaurant," said Dylan going to the door.
"I'll check his room," said Alex
"Ok, I'll call the clothing man," said Natalie.
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Anthony went to the bar and ordered a brandy. There wasn't a lot to do except wait and he didn't want to wait in his room. He couldn't smoke there even though the receptionist had said that it was a smoking room it wasn't. As soon as he had lit up a neighbor with the nose of a bloodhound had yelled though the wall. He didn't want to draw attention. He hated watching TV which was nothing but court shows and Jerry Springer so he had come down to the bar and try to relax. He had just tossed back the last of what was in the glass and saw Daniels form leaving the hotel. Anthony walked over to the window and watched the man cross the street and puke on his shoes.
Alex knocked again on Mitchum's door. "Mitchum? Agent Mitchum," she called. Still there was no answer. "Fine," she said and took the card to her own room and unscrewed the electronic control box on the door. She then quickly rewired it. She pressed down on the lever shaped handle and the door opened. The room was dark inside. Mitchum had drawn the curtains. The only light was that of the television set on the dresser playing the theme song from "All My Children". "Mitchum," she called again. That is when she saw him laying on the bed, his shirt covered with blood from the single bullet wound to his chest.
Alex took the FBI agent' pulse but it was useless. She found the bullet stuck in the headboard of the bed and pried it out with the ice tongs that were in the ice bucket on the bedside table. She looked it over, and placed it in a shower cap she found in the bathroom. "That will keep it safe," she said, stuck the cap and bullet in her pocket, and then went back to her room to tell Natalie and wait for Dylan.