A big thank you to Riff: That was one of the nicest reviews I have
received. Ch. 6 is coming but slowly. I'm a bit busy this weekend. I
promise it will be here Tuesday at the latest.
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After Kate left Dylan and the angels worked out sparing with each other in the gym. As she arrived back at her apartment she was exhausted and she still had Anthony to deal with. She didn't understand his reaction as they left Rutherford's mansion. She did what she had to do so Rutherford would trust her. He had obviously been a man that was used to woman fawning over him so that is what she did. She didn't understand why Anthony had given her the silent treatment for it. He was always silent but he didn't even write her a note. She knew she hadn't acted much more mature. In response to his bad attitude she adopted her own. Dylan knew it was dysfunctional and intended to apologize to him if he was there. He had dropped her off at the apartment and drove off and part of her worried that he might not return.
She placed her key in the lock and opened the door to be greeted with a scrumptious smell. A small smile crossed her lips; pizza. "Anthony," she called out making sure she hung her jacket up and put her shoes away. It was the least she could do since he was always, in his own way complaining about it. He didn't answer but as she entered the living room she could hear him moving about in the kitchen so that is where she went. "Hi," she said softly. He turned from the oven holding out a pepperoni, mushroom, and anchovy pizza, her favorite. "What is this for?" she asked.
"I'm sorry," he said.
After Rutherford's Anthony wasn't happy with the way the meeting had gone and wasn't happy about his reaction to Dylan's behaviour. He had honestly thought that Rutherford would know who had the eggs. It wasn't like Neville being out of the loop when a theft of that magnitude occurred. Usually he was behind it or knew who was. Anthony realized he had to learn to accept what Dylan did and part of that was associating with men like Neville Rutherford, she had done it before him and knew she would do it after him as well. It was who she was and part of why he loved her.
Dylan looked at him and she had never seen him look more sincere. "I'm sorry too." He cocked his eyebrow at her. "I'm sorry about flirting with Rutherford but you know it was an act right." He nodded never losing eye contact with her. "Good. By the way what do you plan on eating for dinner?" Again his eyebrow went up. "Hey I'm starving and this doesn't look like enough for two plus you don't like pizza."
"I didn't think about it," he said. She smiled his accent was strong tonight and she found it exceptionally sexy.
"Why don't we go out?" she asked.
"But.the pizza." He was confused.
"It makes great breakfast," she said. "That way we can eat together. You know we never have gone out to eat." Dylan looked at Anthony expectantly. He didn't know what to say. He had learned to be a gourmet cook because he didn't like going out and dealing with waiters; having to talk to them. Still he didn't want to disappoint her so he nodded that it was okay.
"How about McDonald's?" Dylan asked jokingly knowing that he didn't eat fast food or eat anything he had to use his hands for. Anthony rolled his eyes. She walked close to him and put her arms around his waist, resting her face against his crisp white cotton shirt just enjoying his presence. He deeply inhaled the fresh scent of her hair and rubbed his chin gently across the top of her head. Looking up at him she said, "You pick the place."
Looking back at her he whispered, "The bedroom."
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Neville Rutherford couldn't get his new client out of his head. "How on earth did Anthony meet a woman like that?" he wondered out loud. Neville had always been a ladies man but no woman had an affect on him like Lillian Blaine did. He knew that despite Anthony's strange habits women also seemed to like him. He recalled the instant attraction between the Thin Man and Eric Knox's associate. What was her name? Oh yes, Vivian Wood. He heard that she met a tragic demise in Chicago a few weeks back although he didn't know the details. He was always sad to hear of a lovely woman's death.
Sitting at his mahogany desk, Neville opened up his laptop and pulled up the email program. It wouldn't take long to find out who had the eggs and do a brief background check on Ms. Blaine. It wasn't that he doubted her; it was just a precaution he took with all his new clients.
He opened as dial in program that a hacker friend had created for him that helped him get into the Interpol criminal data base. He typed in Lillian Blaine, Lily Blaine and several other possible derivations of her name and found nothing. Then he did a search for her on the internet- "Bingo!" he exclaimed as he found several news paper article on Ms. Lillian Blaine a young socialite orphan who was the sole benefactress of a multi-million dollar fortune. "I can't believe I never met her before," he said out loud to no one but himself.
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Alex and Jason curled up on the couch to watch a video. She was glad that she worked out with the angels after Kate left. There was something about that woman that was nagging at her, maybe too many questions that she wouldn't answer. Or maybe she was just over reacting. "Jason," she said sweetly.
Jason went on alert. He knew that tone it was a signal that he should be careful about what he answered. "Uh huh," he answered waiting for the next shoe to drop.
"Do you think I over react?" she asked.
Jason was relieved; that was an easy yes or no question. Now to wait the appropriate amount of time so she didn't think he hadn't thought about it enough or had to think about it too long. "No."
"Are you sure? I think I might have today." She said lifting herself off of him and sitting upright.
"Positive," he said trying to sound confident in his answer. "You are the most level headed person I know."
"Thank you." She said and returned to her previous position. Jason breathed a sigh of relief that he had passed that test. One thing he learned about women is when they use that tone watch out it is usually a trick question like, "Does this dress make me look fat?" His curiosity got the better of him and he asked, "Why?"
"Oh, there is a new client and some of the things she said just don't add up. I think I might have gotten a little." she paused looking for the right word.
"Out of control?" he suggested.
"I was going to say rude," replied Alex sitting up quickly. "Why would you say out of control? Do I get out of control?" she asked. Jason sighed it was going to be a long night. He had done so well too.
"If you did I am sure you had a good reason to but I know you Alex and you are cool and calm." He watched her for a reaction and the one he saw appeared to be a good one.
"You are right. I think she is the one who over reacted I just asked her a few simple questions. I think that Ms Dunayevskaya needs to be checked out a little more thoroughly." With that she stood and went to the other room where her lap top was and left Jason alone to watch the movie. Sometimes he wished he had a normal girl, a real bikini waxer. Then he thought, "Nah, wouldn't trade Alex for the world."
Alex logged on to her connection to the data base that Charlie had. As Rutherford searched for Lillian Blaine Alex searched for Ekaterina Dunayevskaya. Much like Rutherford she found little incriminating information during her search. Everything about Kate seemed to be on the up and up. What she had told Natalie, who later passed the information on to the angels during their work out, checked out as well. The one thing that she wasn't able to locate was the mysterious uncle and that bothered her, nagging at her angel instinct.
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Kate moved around her apartment still fuming over what she considered to be Alex's inquisition. Her life depended on those eggs. If they weren't returned to Russia in two months time she would more than likely be arrested and sent to a gulag in the Siberian tundra for the rest of her days. Ok she had to admit that she made a few mistakes when she picked up the eggs. Maybe she should have let one of the guards in the room with her but she didn't for fear that one of the egg could end up broken or stolen. "The road to Hell is paved with good intentions," she thought to herself sitting on the floor next to the couch and picking up the telephone.
She dialed her uncle's number but still no one answered. She thought of all the places he could be and couldn't think of anywhere. It was possible he was in his precious basement. Every time she had been there he refused to let her see what was so important. It had piqued her curiosity since she her first visit. She had told him also every time he should get a phone installed down there. He was such a recluse she worried about him.
Since there was no answer she decided to watch television and get her mind off everything for awhile. She would worry in the morning.
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In a large ornate estate across town a burly man knocked on the front door. A maid answered and permitted him to enter. He knew where he was going after all he had been there many times before. He stopped outside of a door and cautiously knocked. "Come," said a thin voice from the other side. The burly man stepped inside. "So report to me what is going on?"
The burly man gave a wild looking grin. "They are on it just as you hoped they would be. One," he looked at a piece of paper in his hand, "Alex was sniffing around at the port. The other, Natalie, was at the museum."
"The third? Dylan?" asked the other man.
"I haven't seen her still with her boy-toy I guess. It is a shame at one point he was the best assassin out there. Anyway their client didn't look to happy when she left tonight," Burly man replied shifting his wait from foot to foot waiting for the other man's wrath because he didn't know what the red-head had been doing.
"Then she doesn't know yet?" Burley man nodded. "Good. Very good. And Ms. Dunayevskaya, I feel sort of bad for her but victims aren't made they are born and I haven't seen a better one than her in years. That is too bad too but fate throws us together sometimes," he said more to himself than his associate. He shook himself and continued, "I want another report the same time tomorrow. I am looking forward to the progress report." Then the other man shooed the burly man out of the room. The burly man went with no protest closing the door behind him and retracing his steps to the front door and into the night.
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After Kate left Dylan and the angels worked out sparing with each other in the gym. As she arrived back at her apartment she was exhausted and she still had Anthony to deal with. She didn't understand his reaction as they left Rutherford's mansion. She did what she had to do so Rutherford would trust her. He had obviously been a man that was used to woman fawning over him so that is what she did. She didn't understand why Anthony had given her the silent treatment for it. He was always silent but he didn't even write her a note. She knew she hadn't acted much more mature. In response to his bad attitude she adopted her own. Dylan knew it was dysfunctional and intended to apologize to him if he was there. He had dropped her off at the apartment and drove off and part of her worried that he might not return.
She placed her key in the lock and opened the door to be greeted with a scrumptious smell. A small smile crossed her lips; pizza. "Anthony," she called out making sure she hung her jacket up and put her shoes away. It was the least she could do since he was always, in his own way complaining about it. He didn't answer but as she entered the living room she could hear him moving about in the kitchen so that is where she went. "Hi," she said softly. He turned from the oven holding out a pepperoni, mushroom, and anchovy pizza, her favorite. "What is this for?" she asked.
"I'm sorry," he said.
After Rutherford's Anthony wasn't happy with the way the meeting had gone and wasn't happy about his reaction to Dylan's behaviour. He had honestly thought that Rutherford would know who had the eggs. It wasn't like Neville being out of the loop when a theft of that magnitude occurred. Usually he was behind it or knew who was. Anthony realized he had to learn to accept what Dylan did and part of that was associating with men like Neville Rutherford, she had done it before him and knew she would do it after him as well. It was who she was and part of why he loved her.
Dylan looked at him and she had never seen him look more sincere. "I'm sorry too." He cocked his eyebrow at her. "I'm sorry about flirting with Rutherford but you know it was an act right." He nodded never losing eye contact with her. "Good. By the way what do you plan on eating for dinner?" Again his eyebrow went up. "Hey I'm starving and this doesn't look like enough for two plus you don't like pizza."
"I didn't think about it," he said. She smiled his accent was strong tonight and she found it exceptionally sexy.
"Why don't we go out?" she asked.
"But.the pizza." He was confused.
"It makes great breakfast," she said. "That way we can eat together. You know we never have gone out to eat." Dylan looked at Anthony expectantly. He didn't know what to say. He had learned to be a gourmet cook because he didn't like going out and dealing with waiters; having to talk to them. Still he didn't want to disappoint her so he nodded that it was okay.
"How about McDonald's?" Dylan asked jokingly knowing that he didn't eat fast food or eat anything he had to use his hands for. Anthony rolled his eyes. She walked close to him and put her arms around his waist, resting her face against his crisp white cotton shirt just enjoying his presence. He deeply inhaled the fresh scent of her hair and rubbed his chin gently across the top of her head. Looking up at him she said, "You pick the place."
Looking back at her he whispered, "The bedroom."
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Neville Rutherford couldn't get his new client out of his head. "How on earth did Anthony meet a woman like that?" he wondered out loud. Neville had always been a ladies man but no woman had an affect on him like Lillian Blaine did. He knew that despite Anthony's strange habits women also seemed to like him. He recalled the instant attraction between the Thin Man and Eric Knox's associate. What was her name? Oh yes, Vivian Wood. He heard that she met a tragic demise in Chicago a few weeks back although he didn't know the details. He was always sad to hear of a lovely woman's death.
Sitting at his mahogany desk, Neville opened up his laptop and pulled up the email program. It wouldn't take long to find out who had the eggs and do a brief background check on Ms. Blaine. It wasn't that he doubted her; it was just a precaution he took with all his new clients.
He opened as dial in program that a hacker friend had created for him that helped him get into the Interpol criminal data base. He typed in Lillian Blaine, Lily Blaine and several other possible derivations of her name and found nothing. Then he did a search for her on the internet- "Bingo!" he exclaimed as he found several news paper article on Ms. Lillian Blaine a young socialite orphan who was the sole benefactress of a multi-million dollar fortune. "I can't believe I never met her before," he said out loud to no one but himself.
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Alex and Jason curled up on the couch to watch a video. She was glad that she worked out with the angels after Kate left. There was something about that woman that was nagging at her, maybe too many questions that she wouldn't answer. Or maybe she was just over reacting. "Jason," she said sweetly.
Jason went on alert. He knew that tone it was a signal that he should be careful about what he answered. "Uh huh," he answered waiting for the next shoe to drop.
"Do you think I over react?" she asked.
Jason was relieved; that was an easy yes or no question. Now to wait the appropriate amount of time so she didn't think he hadn't thought about it enough or had to think about it too long. "No."
"Are you sure? I think I might have today." She said lifting herself off of him and sitting upright.
"Positive," he said trying to sound confident in his answer. "You are the most level headed person I know."
"Thank you." She said and returned to her previous position. Jason breathed a sigh of relief that he had passed that test. One thing he learned about women is when they use that tone watch out it is usually a trick question like, "Does this dress make me look fat?" His curiosity got the better of him and he asked, "Why?"
"Oh, there is a new client and some of the things she said just don't add up. I think I might have gotten a little." she paused looking for the right word.
"Out of control?" he suggested.
"I was going to say rude," replied Alex sitting up quickly. "Why would you say out of control? Do I get out of control?" she asked. Jason sighed it was going to be a long night. He had done so well too.
"If you did I am sure you had a good reason to but I know you Alex and you are cool and calm." He watched her for a reaction and the one he saw appeared to be a good one.
"You are right. I think she is the one who over reacted I just asked her a few simple questions. I think that Ms Dunayevskaya needs to be checked out a little more thoroughly." With that she stood and went to the other room where her lap top was and left Jason alone to watch the movie. Sometimes he wished he had a normal girl, a real bikini waxer. Then he thought, "Nah, wouldn't trade Alex for the world."
Alex logged on to her connection to the data base that Charlie had. As Rutherford searched for Lillian Blaine Alex searched for Ekaterina Dunayevskaya. Much like Rutherford she found little incriminating information during her search. Everything about Kate seemed to be on the up and up. What she had told Natalie, who later passed the information on to the angels during their work out, checked out as well. The one thing that she wasn't able to locate was the mysterious uncle and that bothered her, nagging at her angel instinct.
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Kate moved around her apartment still fuming over what she considered to be Alex's inquisition. Her life depended on those eggs. If they weren't returned to Russia in two months time she would more than likely be arrested and sent to a gulag in the Siberian tundra for the rest of her days. Ok she had to admit that she made a few mistakes when she picked up the eggs. Maybe she should have let one of the guards in the room with her but she didn't for fear that one of the egg could end up broken or stolen. "The road to Hell is paved with good intentions," she thought to herself sitting on the floor next to the couch and picking up the telephone.
She dialed her uncle's number but still no one answered. She thought of all the places he could be and couldn't think of anywhere. It was possible he was in his precious basement. Every time she had been there he refused to let her see what was so important. It had piqued her curiosity since she her first visit. She had told him also every time he should get a phone installed down there. He was such a recluse she worried about him.
Since there was no answer she decided to watch television and get her mind off everything for awhile. She would worry in the morning.
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In a large ornate estate across town a burly man knocked on the front door. A maid answered and permitted him to enter. He knew where he was going after all he had been there many times before. He stopped outside of a door and cautiously knocked. "Come," said a thin voice from the other side. The burly man stepped inside. "So report to me what is going on?"
The burly man gave a wild looking grin. "They are on it just as you hoped they would be. One," he looked at a piece of paper in his hand, "Alex was sniffing around at the port. The other, Natalie, was at the museum."
"The third? Dylan?" asked the other man.
"I haven't seen her still with her boy-toy I guess. It is a shame at one point he was the best assassin out there. Anyway their client didn't look to happy when she left tonight," Burly man replied shifting his wait from foot to foot waiting for the other man's wrath because he didn't know what the red-head had been doing.
"Then she doesn't know yet?" Burley man nodded. "Good. Very good. And Ms. Dunayevskaya, I feel sort of bad for her but victims aren't made they are born and I haven't seen a better one than her in years. That is too bad too but fate throws us together sometimes," he said more to himself than his associate. He shook himself and continued, "I want another report the same time tomorrow. I am looking forward to the progress report." Then the other man shooed the burly man out of the room. The burly man went with no protest closing the door behind him and retracing his steps to the front door and into the night.