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*-*-*-*-* Donald Getty was surprised when a police officer called him at his hotel and asked him to come down to the police station. The officer said it had to do with the attack on Dylan in her hospital room. Now he stood outside the cell where Anthony sat. "So you turned yourself in." It wasn't a question but a statement.
Anthony turned his head and looked at the man and but didn't move from the bunk on which he sat. After he left the hospital he had wandered around aimlessly wondering how everything had become so difficult. Killing had always been easy for him. He was quick and focused. When he killed he used every ounce of anger he had at the world, at the death of his parents, at the way the other children had treated him. He felt no remorse for killing the people who he learned to think of as nothing more but assignments. Most of the people he killed anyway would have killed someone innocent in the long run so many times he just though of ending their lives as a preventative measure, nothing to feel remorseful or guilty about; until he met her and she became his conscience.
"So," said Getty. "They let me read your statement. You admitted to killing the man in the hospital room." Anthony didn't respond. "They said that your statement matches what your friend Dr. Wilson and Dylan said to the officers at the scene."
At that Anthony looked up. "Surprised? You shouldn't be. What you should be surprised about is that they aren't pressing any charges against you for killing that woman Vivian Wood. They seem to think that you saved a lot of people that evening and with that I happen to agree. Mr. Bell, my secretary on the other hand you didn't have any reason to kill."
Still sitting on the bunk looking at Getty with his pale blue eyes, the Thin Man wondered what they point of the man's visit was. If it was to tell him he would be going to jail for life and possibly put to death, he already knew that. He was ready.
"Still Anthony, I told them it was an accident." At that his eyes widened and his eyebrow went up. "Considering you don't talk you certainly are expressive. Yes, I told them it was an accident and the charges were dropped. Money is power- that and Dylan asked me to. Now I know you obviously aren't the type to go wild and thank me but I do have one request in return for your release. I want you to give Dylan time and space. I want her to think and make sure if you are really what she wants. If she chooses and contacts you that is fine and well but after today I sincerely doubt she will be rushing after you. So," said Getty stepping closer towards the bars, "do we have a deal?" He held his hand through waiting for the agreement to be closed with a shake.
Anthony nodded. After today he didn't plan on having any contact with her anyway. He stood and shook Getty's hand. "Guard!" yelled Getty. A young officer came into the holding area. "The man agreed." The officer nodded and unlocked Anthony's cell.
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It was a week later. Dylan had mostly recovered, her feet had almost completely healed, and her ribs luckily weren't broken from Clarke's punches only bruised. The one thing that she hadn't recovered from yet was her broken heart. Now she sat on the couch of the office waiting for the other angels to arrive. She absently reached for the medallion around her neck only to remember it wasn't there anymore. She had taken it off and it now stayed in the small jewelry box on her dresser. She had since forgiven him for killing Clarke, but he had never returned after she yelled at him. She assumed that he didn't want anything to do with her and thus the necklace was removed and stored.
Natalie was the first to arrive. "Dylan, you're on time."
Dylan smiled. She could understand Natalie's surprise it was after all a Monday. "Yeah, I guess I am on time."
"So did you like your week off," she asked.
"It was quiet. Just what I needed," said Dylan. "How did the case about the missing diamonds go?"
"Mrs. Hardy stole them herself she apparently had huge debts due to betting on the horses that she couldn't cover. It was pretty open and shut once we got on it," said Alex closing the main door to the office behind her. "So how are you feeling Dylan? I brought muffins."
Dylan and Natalie exchanged a look and burst out laughing. "Hey! Okay I admit my first few batches were a bit on the heavy side. I found out the problem was too much baking powder but Jason says these one are great," she said holding the basket out first to Natalie. She took one and got ready for the impact of her teeth against the "Chinese fighting muffin" as she bit into it. To her surprise they were really good.
"Wow! Alex these are good," said Natalie as she licked the crumbs from her lips.
Dylan looked at Natalie trying to ascertain if she was joking and Alex was looking at Dylan expectantly. "Oh okay," said Dylan as she reached into the basket and plucked out a muffin. She took a bite. "Wow is right. These are actually good Alex. What bakery did you stop at on the way here?"
Alex normally would have been mad but she had visited Dylan while she was recovering the past week and any jokes from her were a good sign that things were getting back to normal. "Very funny," she said. "I'll take the fact that you can suggest that they are from a bakery as a compliment." Just then Bosley came in. "Hey Bos, want a muffin?"
"Uh, I just have a dentist appointment later today. I don't think it's a good idea," he said pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"They are good Bos," said Dylan. Reluctantly he took one from the basket and took a bit also amazed that they WERE just plain blueberry for once and not the fighting ones.
"Oh look at the time," said Bosley and went to the desk just as the phone rang.
"Good Morning Angels"
"Good Morning Charlie," replied the Angels together.
"Dylan it's good to have you back."
"It's good to be back," she said smiling at her friends.
"First off I have some things to discuss. Dylan you may or may not wish to listen. The choice is yours," said Charlie gently. Dylan firmly insisted on staying. "First a man came forwards last week and confessed to the murder of Dimitri Aleskandrov." The angels looked at each other. The name meant nothing to them.
"Who is Dimitri Aleskandrov?" asked Alex.
"He was a Russian microbiologist during the Cold War and the man responsible for creating the cure for Dylan. The man who killed him, Robert Kellner confessed to being hired by Reynold Clarke to try to kill Anthony. He said that during the attack on Anthony his group accidentally killed the scientist."
"What about the rest of this group of his," asked Natalie, "what do they say?"
"Apparently he was the only one who got away." replied Charlie. "Anthony defeated the others." The angels were entirely sure how the others had been defeated but they had a pretty good idea. The funeral for Mr. Aleksandrov is this afternoon at three. Since you said you wanted to thank him, Dylan, I thought you might be interested in attending."
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Anthony walked through his apartment which was filled with cardboard boxes. Some were labeled to go to the orphanage others were marked for a shipping company. Everything was packed. He had decided to at least partial obey Dimitri's last wish, he was getting out of the business, however he had no desire to find a woman and settle down. He had that chance and ruined it so he decided to move to his family's homeland of Romania. He had occasionally been back over the years and even bought an apartment in Bucharest. Tomorrow he would be on a plane that would take him home. He checked his pocket for the plane ticket, it was there. He reached in and pulled it out and as he did so he also took out a lock of red-gold hair that had become trapped in the ticket envelope. He took the hair and looked at it. He wanted to throw it away but decided it was better to keep it as a reminder of his past mistakes so he took the hair and placed it back in his pocket.
Air France Flight 69 Los Angeles to Paris to Bucharest. "Los Angeles" he thought, "It sounds a lot like Lost Angels," and smiled sadly to himself. "It will be good to get away. To start over." Today however he had the funeral of his friend Dimitri to attend. He looked out the window and watched the dark clouds begin to form a gray blanket over the city. Anthony though about how fitting it was.
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The meeting with Charlie was soon over. "You're not going to the funeral are you?" asked Natalie her voice full of concern.
"I think I am," replied Dylan. "I think it would give me some closure on the whole mess to thank the man for the cure. It apparently cost him his life. Then I think I'm headed to Ikea I need to neutralize the white. I still can't believe that that woman Alantra won't give me back my apartment."
"Charlie said there was a mistake in the lease she signed," said Alex.
"I know, I know. I just thought that I could go home and now I have to live in Lucy's place. I know I am Lucy or was Lucy but I'm not I am Dylan and I want my place. So what if the other is nicer. It's not me."
"I think you should make the best of it. It really is a great condo." said Natalie. "Think of all the sexy guys you can look at on the beach from your window." Natalie's comment on sexy guys on the beach made her think of Emmers which in turn made her think of Anthony and in Dylan's mind that wasn't a good thing it just made her heart ache. She had to move on and she planned on turning over a new leaf, one that involved her falling for good guys who didn't kill people.
"Do you want us to come with you to the funeral?" asked Alex.
"No, I think this is something I want to do by myself," said Dylan picking up her purse. "But if you guys want to you can come with me later to buy furniture. I really need a new mattress for that bed. I'll meet you here about five?"
"Sounds good," said Natalie. "It is great to have you back."
*-*-*-*-* Donald Getty was surprised when a police officer called him at his hotel and asked him to come down to the police station. The officer said it had to do with the attack on Dylan in her hospital room. Now he stood outside the cell where Anthony sat. "So you turned yourself in." It wasn't a question but a statement.
Anthony turned his head and looked at the man and but didn't move from the bunk on which he sat. After he left the hospital he had wandered around aimlessly wondering how everything had become so difficult. Killing had always been easy for him. He was quick and focused. When he killed he used every ounce of anger he had at the world, at the death of his parents, at the way the other children had treated him. He felt no remorse for killing the people who he learned to think of as nothing more but assignments. Most of the people he killed anyway would have killed someone innocent in the long run so many times he just though of ending their lives as a preventative measure, nothing to feel remorseful or guilty about; until he met her and she became his conscience.
"So," said Getty. "They let me read your statement. You admitted to killing the man in the hospital room." Anthony didn't respond. "They said that your statement matches what your friend Dr. Wilson and Dylan said to the officers at the scene."
At that Anthony looked up. "Surprised? You shouldn't be. What you should be surprised about is that they aren't pressing any charges against you for killing that woman Vivian Wood. They seem to think that you saved a lot of people that evening and with that I happen to agree. Mr. Bell, my secretary on the other hand you didn't have any reason to kill."
Still sitting on the bunk looking at Getty with his pale blue eyes, the Thin Man wondered what they point of the man's visit was. If it was to tell him he would be going to jail for life and possibly put to death, he already knew that. He was ready.
"Still Anthony, I told them it was an accident." At that his eyes widened and his eyebrow went up. "Considering you don't talk you certainly are expressive. Yes, I told them it was an accident and the charges were dropped. Money is power- that and Dylan asked me to. Now I know you obviously aren't the type to go wild and thank me but I do have one request in return for your release. I want you to give Dylan time and space. I want her to think and make sure if you are really what she wants. If she chooses and contacts you that is fine and well but after today I sincerely doubt she will be rushing after you. So," said Getty stepping closer towards the bars, "do we have a deal?" He held his hand through waiting for the agreement to be closed with a shake.
Anthony nodded. After today he didn't plan on having any contact with her anyway. He stood and shook Getty's hand. "Guard!" yelled Getty. A young officer came into the holding area. "The man agreed." The officer nodded and unlocked Anthony's cell.
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It was a week later. Dylan had mostly recovered, her feet had almost completely healed, and her ribs luckily weren't broken from Clarke's punches only bruised. The one thing that she hadn't recovered from yet was her broken heart. Now she sat on the couch of the office waiting for the other angels to arrive. She absently reached for the medallion around her neck only to remember it wasn't there anymore. She had taken it off and it now stayed in the small jewelry box on her dresser. She had since forgiven him for killing Clarke, but he had never returned after she yelled at him. She assumed that he didn't want anything to do with her and thus the necklace was removed and stored.
Natalie was the first to arrive. "Dylan, you're on time."
Dylan smiled. She could understand Natalie's surprise it was after all a Monday. "Yeah, I guess I am on time."
"So did you like your week off," she asked.
"It was quiet. Just what I needed," said Dylan. "How did the case about the missing diamonds go?"
"Mrs. Hardy stole them herself she apparently had huge debts due to betting on the horses that she couldn't cover. It was pretty open and shut once we got on it," said Alex closing the main door to the office behind her. "So how are you feeling Dylan? I brought muffins."
Dylan and Natalie exchanged a look and burst out laughing. "Hey! Okay I admit my first few batches were a bit on the heavy side. I found out the problem was too much baking powder but Jason says these one are great," she said holding the basket out first to Natalie. She took one and got ready for the impact of her teeth against the "Chinese fighting muffin" as she bit into it. To her surprise they were really good.
"Wow! Alex these are good," said Natalie as she licked the crumbs from her lips.
Dylan looked at Natalie trying to ascertain if she was joking and Alex was looking at Dylan expectantly. "Oh okay," said Dylan as she reached into the basket and plucked out a muffin. She took a bite. "Wow is right. These are actually good Alex. What bakery did you stop at on the way here?"
Alex normally would have been mad but she had visited Dylan while she was recovering the past week and any jokes from her were a good sign that things were getting back to normal. "Very funny," she said. "I'll take the fact that you can suggest that they are from a bakery as a compliment." Just then Bosley came in. "Hey Bos, want a muffin?"
"Uh, I just have a dentist appointment later today. I don't think it's a good idea," he said pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"They are good Bos," said Dylan. Reluctantly he took one from the basket and took a bit also amazed that they WERE just plain blueberry for once and not the fighting ones.
"Oh look at the time," said Bosley and went to the desk just as the phone rang.
"Good Morning Angels"
"Good Morning Charlie," replied the Angels together.
"Dylan it's good to have you back."
"It's good to be back," she said smiling at her friends.
"First off I have some things to discuss. Dylan you may or may not wish to listen. The choice is yours," said Charlie gently. Dylan firmly insisted on staying. "First a man came forwards last week and confessed to the murder of Dimitri Aleskandrov." The angels looked at each other. The name meant nothing to them.
"Who is Dimitri Aleskandrov?" asked Alex.
"He was a Russian microbiologist during the Cold War and the man responsible for creating the cure for Dylan. The man who killed him, Robert Kellner confessed to being hired by Reynold Clarke to try to kill Anthony. He said that during the attack on Anthony his group accidentally killed the scientist."
"What about the rest of this group of his," asked Natalie, "what do they say?"
"Apparently he was the only one who got away." replied Charlie. "Anthony defeated the others." The angels were entirely sure how the others had been defeated but they had a pretty good idea. The funeral for Mr. Aleksandrov is this afternoon at three. Since you said you wanted to thank him, Dylan, I thought you might be interested in attending."
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Anthony walked through his apartment which was filled with cardboard boxes. Some were labeled to go to the orphanage others were marked for a shipping company. Everything was packed. He had decided to at least partial obey Dimitri's last wish, he was getting out of the business, however he had no desire to find a woman and settle down. He had that chance and ruined it so he decided to move to his family's homeland of Romania. He had occasionally been back over the years and even bought an apartment in Bucharest. Tomorrow he would be on a plane that would take him home. He checked his pocket for the plane ticket, it was there. He reached in and pulled it out and as he did so he also took out a lock of red-gold hair that had become trapped in the ticket envelope. He took the hair and looked at it. He wanted to throw it away but decided it was better to keep it as a reminder of his past mistakes so he took the hair and placed it back in his pocket.
Air France Flight 69 Los Angeles to Paris to Bucharest. "Los Angeles" he thought, "It sounds a lot like Lost Angels," and smiled sadly to himself. "It will be good to get away. To start over." Today however he had the funeral of his friend Dimitri to attend. He looked out the window and watched the dark clouds begin to form a gray blanket over the city. Anthony though about how fitting it was.
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The meeting with Charlie was soon over. "You're not going to the funeral are you?" asked Natalie her voice full of concern.
"I think I am," replied Dylan. "I think it would give me some closure on the whole mess to thank the man for the cure. It apparently cost him his life. Then I think I'm headed to Ikea I need to neutralize the white. I still can't believe that that woman Alantra won't give me back my apartment."
"Charlie said there was a mistake in the lease she signed," said Alex.
"I know, I know. I just thought that I could go home and now I have to live in Lucy's place. I know I am Lucy or was Lucy but I'm not I am Dylan and I want my place. So what if the other is nicer. It's not me."
"I think you should make the best of it. It really is a great condo." said Natalie. "Think of all the sexy guys you can look at on the beach from your window." Natalie's comment on sexy guys on the beach made her think of Emmers which in turn made her think of Anthony and in Dylan's mind that wasn't a good thing it just made her heart ache. She had to move on and she planned on turning over a new leaf, one that involved her falling for good guys who didn't kill people.
"Do you want us to come with you to the funeral?" asked Alex.
"No, I think this is something I want to do by myself," said Dylan picking up her purse. "But if you guys want to you can come with me later to buy furniture. I really need a new mattress for that bed. I'll meet you here about five?"
"Sounds good," said Natalie. "It is great to have you back."