Hi Yes Kate is becoming quite evil I think she even managed to surpass the
Chief in this chapter. I'm still waiting for Natalie, Alex and Anthony to
put the pieces together. And I am sorry that I am not better at naming
chapters. Next story if there is a next story I will only use numbers.
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Kate paced back and forth in front of the Chief's throne. "What am I going to do now?" she asked stopping and turning towards him waking him from his thoughts. "Your man Francisco was supposed to help me replace the eggs." The Chief looked at Kate with her wild eyes. He liked her she was in the same mind as he was and because of that it didn't bother him that she had spoken out of turn. When he didn't answer she continued her pacing and wringing of her hands.
One of the Chief's bodyguards appeared in the door. "Sir?" he asked hoping he wouldn't be punished for the interruption. He Chief looked up and waved for him to come in. "Sir, I think we have a problem." The little man straightened up in his throne and looked at Kate and then the bodyguard. "What kind of problem?" he asked. "Uh Sir have you been monitoring the prisoner?"
"She!" yelled the Chief loudly then dropped his voice to a normal level, "is not a prisoner. She is a guest."
"Yes Sir, but have you monitored her?" asked the bodyguard timidly. The Chief glared at the man. Who did he think he was the Chief wondered to himself. First he accused him of having a prisoner, prisoners are for jails and his mansion certainly wasn't a jail. The he had the nerve to ask a question? He must have failed at training the young man properly and if so that was his own fault not that of the young man. "No I haven't I have been trying to get over Francisco's death. What is wrong with the prisoner?"
"Tell us she killed herself," chimed in Kate. The Chief looking at her yelled, "Silence! Now Ned, tell me what has she done."
"Nothing sir. We haven't seen her on the monitor in about an hour and we would have checked but you gave orders for us not to go in there. Plus we thought she might be taking a bath," he said a light blush coloring his cheeks. As the Chief stepped off the rise that his throne was on the young bodyguard, Ned knelt in a cowed position his hands above his head as though awaiting a blow. Timidly he peeked up and the Chief said, "Ill go check on her. You are dismissed." Ned hopped up and practically ran from the room. "Well Katie shall we go see what the girl is up to?" He held his arm out to her and she took it.
Upstairs Dylan had been trying to remove the insulation from the wires. It hadn't been easy the chief was right about one thing the room was escape proof and nothing sharp was in it. The plastic knife from the meal left for her broke when she attempted to use it but Kate had given her the perfect thing to remove the coating from the wires, the porcelain figurine she threw at Dylan's head had shattered leaving jagged pieces on the carpet. Dylan had taken the largest and sharpest and sliced through the wire. Then she had reached up into the wall and found the other wire she was looking for. She rigged the two together with the old fashioned alarm clock, the kind with bells on top. Now she just needed a way out of the room before the timer went off.
She heard voices coming down the hall and quickly crawled out from underneath the vanity hitting her already battered head as she did so, "Damn!" she yelped as she carefully rubbed the new lump that was forming. Quickly she shoved the shard of porcelain into the pocket of her jeans and lay down on the bed. Facing away from the door she closed her eyes hoping that they would think she was asleep and let her finish the job she started. The key turned in the lock and the door flew open causing her hair to blow in its breeze. Suddenly she was being grabbed by two small but strong hands. "What have you been doing?" demanded the Chief pressing his face to hers.
"Wh-What are you talking about?" she asked sleepily; reaching up and rubbing her eyes. The Chief threw her back on the bed. Dylan was surprised at the small man's strength. He then waved two large men into her room, one was the man who had carried her upstairs after the taser shock, Cristoph, the other she didn't recognize. Kate hovered in the door way watching the scene. "I thought you had eggs to return." said Dylan looking at her. "I suppose their return doesn't mean that much to you after all if you are still hanging out with him."
"Why you little." started Kate as she came up to attack her.
"Stop her!" commanded the Chief and Christoph grabbed Kate pulling her back. "Kate, wait out in the hallway." Kate reluctantly went back out in the hall.
"So Dylan, I will ask you again. Just this once what have you been doing?"
Dylan looked at him defiantly not saying a word. Too bad the unknown man of the Chief's went into the bathroom. "Sir, you should see this." "Don't move," said the Chief to her as he walked around the bed and joined the man with the Speedos. Christoph just stood blocking the bedroom door like a marble statue in case Dylan was to try to escape.
A cry of, "What the hell?" came from the Chief as he stood in the bathroom taking in the bathtub that was almost over flowing and filled with damp towels. He charged out of the bathroom like a bull, "What have you been doing?" he demanded. Still Dylan said nothing she would be damned if she told him that she was working on causing a fire inside the walls of the house to burn it down and in case she couldn't get out the bathtub was her protection; the old fashioned claw footed tub contained asbestos which would protect her the wet towel would help if the fire got to be too much. He smacked her, the room became quiet and she looked at the Chief her eyes blazing, "I wouldn't do that again if I were you."
"Oh wouldn't you?" He reached out slap her again and she kicked him sending him backwards into the vanity. Christoph attacked, "For my brother," he whispered as he grabbed her throat and began to choke her. She shoved her arms between his and pushed outward separating his hands from her neck. She stood on the bed and kicked hitting him in the chin and sending him on top of the Chief. The other bodyguard jumped on her back pulling both of them to the bed, his arm wrapped tightly around her throat. She could feel the oxygen being cut off and the world starting to swim, "No," she told herself, "you aren't going to fall to the evil version of the Chippendale dancers." She lifted her head and brought it back as hard as she could. She could hear the sharp crack as her skull collided with the man's nose. Suddenly he let go but she knew it wasn't to grab his nose but because he was dead. She rolled off of him and looked at the lifeless man on the bed. His nose had broken sending shards into his brain. "It was an accident," she told herself, "It was him or me." She wondered how Anthony managed to live with himself after killing especially since he had done it intentionally.
The Chief struggled to get up off of Christoph but wasn't having much success. Dylan wondered if the Chief even wanted to get up off of the man in the gold Speedos. It didn't seem that he was making much of an effort. "Ta-ta boys," she said throwing open the door only to be hit with another taser blast; it was Kate.
Kate stood there with two others of the bodyguards behind her taser in her hand smiling. "You weren't thinking of going anywhere were you Dylan?" she asked standing over Dylan's twitching body. One of the two men picked Dylan up and placed her on the bed. The other removed the man she had accidentally killed. Obviously the setting on the taser Kate used wasn't as high as the first blast by the front door since she was able to move seconds afterwards. "I do what I have to Dylan. No hard feelings. I'll tell Anthony how you fought valiantly. How your last thoughts were of him and then I will comfort him and we will live happily ever after. Don't worry I'll take good care of him, I'll make sure he doesn't miss you at all." With that Kate, the Chief and Christoph left her alone in the room twitching in the dark as they turned off the light shutting the door behind them.
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Anthony drove through the streets of LA glancing occasionally in his mirror to make sure the angels were still behind him. They seemed to be keeping up quiet well despite the speed he was driving then again it was Natalie driving. He knew that she was good. He remembered that from the race track. He turned, wheels screeching and passed the landmark "Beverly Hills" sign. He could hear the tires of the Masaratti screech behind him. He slowed down making a right then a left and pulled up into the drive way of Rutherford's manor. It wasn't long before the angels pulled up behind him.
He would have loved to take his suit and change into it but he had a feeling time was short he walked up to the front door and knocked. There was no answer, the house was dark the only illumination came from the porchlights. He knocked again. Still no answer. "Okay what now?" asked Natalie stepping back off the porch out into the yard and staring up at the house. Alex reached into her purse and pulled out a lock pick. Anthony placed his hand on hers as she grasped the doorknob so she could work on it. "What?" she asked looking up at the Thin Man. She had a hard time thinking of him that way with him dressed like a normal everyday guy but it helped her keep things in perspective, he was still a suspect in her book. "The alarm," he said. Alex smacked her forehead and wondered why she wasn't thinking.
Natalie started walking towards the house but her heel became stuck in the grass which was damp from the lawn sprinkler and she stumbled. She caught herself with her hands and stood wiping them on her pants. Too bad the small cry she let out alerted Rutherford's dogs that someone was there. Anthony had forgotten about the dogs. Neville only let them out at night and usually they were penned in the back, he was surprised as the two large Rottweilers charged out from behind the garage. "Shit!" yelled Alex as she and Natalie darted towards the cars. They hoped in and slammed the doors shut but Anthony was still on the porch.
Their heads lowered to the ground the Rottweilers growled as they approached the lone figure on the porch. Calmly Anthony knelt to their level. Alex looked around as she thought about throwing him is sword and realized that the sword was in the other car she hoped that Anthony would be alright. The dogs approached closer still growling a string of drool hung from the left dog's muzzle. Anthony lowered his head as well and met the eyes of the left dog. He took his first two fingers and touched them below his eyes to make sure the dog was looking. Pale blue and deep brown interlocked and the dog suddenly cocked its head to the left and it laid down on the damp grass, its nose between its paws. Anthony repeated the motions with the right dog that had advanced even further towards the porch. The right dog suddenly stood straight and gave a yipping bark. Like a puppy it jumped onto the porch and then onto Anthony licking his face. Once the dog calmed down Anthony stood up and brushed himself off. He stepped down and the dogs followed at his heal.
"Is it okay to come out?" asked Natalie. She loved animals but she wasn't sure about the dogs. Anthony nodded as he bent and petted each one in turn. "After all that noise," said Alex, "Obviously no one is home. So how do I turn off the alarm?" Anthony took her to the garage. On the back wall were a fuse box and the box for the alarm system. "For a man with Rutherford's money you would think he could buy a better alarm." She said as she turned the alarm off. "Okay. Let's go inside."
Standing in the darkened foyer they looked around. "So what was it that Rutherford said again? Across the street and down the block?" asked Natalie as she approached a large a painting of Rutherford that hung on the wall near the grand stairway.
"Across the street, next door he is watching you everywhere. Go to my home and you will see," said Anthony softly.
"He is watching us." said Alex I think it means that the Chief has his house bugged. "Anthony did Rutherford say how he became involved with the Chief? Maybe that would give us a few more clues."
"A body," said Anthony and headed towards the study where the meeting with Dylan had taken place. Natalie called, "Where are you going?" But he didn't answer, he kept walking. Alex shrugged and followed him. They found him in the cherry paneled office, the small bankers lamp with the green glass shade gave off a dim glow. Anthony was looking for the file that Rutherford had in his hand when he and Dylan were there. He sat in the swivel chair and moved closer to the desk. He pulled one drawer out after the other and all of them were empty. Anthony then reached under the kneehole of the desk and felt it a piece of paper and pulled at it but it wouldn't move. He got on his knees and saw that the manila folder was stapled to the desk. With a cautious rip he pulled it free.
"What did you find?" asked Natalie as he handed her the folder. She opened it and covered her mouth with one hand to smother the gasp. Inside were pictures of Rutherford with a young girl in various positions. In the last shot it was obvious that the girl was dead although Natalie could see no signs of foul play. "Alex, take a look." Alex looked over her shoulder and said, "She was defiantly under-aged."
"Yeah but how did she die?"
"Look," said Alex taking the picture and laying it on the desk so the light shone directly on it. Then she picked up a magnifying glass that was resting in the pen caddy. "See here?" she pointed to the girl's throat. "That bulge would be her tongue. Look at her eyes. She obviously had a seizure."
"But candid pictures like that? Someone would have had to have been in the bedroom or have planted a camera." Natalie snapped her fingers, "I have it. This whole place is under surveillance."
"Damn," said Alex, "that means he knows we are here."
"But where is he?"
"Call Bosley, if we can find one of the cameras he can trace where the signal is going. We will be able to find the Chief that way."
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Kate paced back and forth in front of the Chief's throne. "What am I going to do now?" she asked stopping and turning towards him waking him from his thoughts. "Your man Francisco was supposed to help me replace the eggs." The Chief looked at Kate with her wild eyes. He liked her she was in the same mind as he was and because of that it didn't bother him that she had spoken out of turn. When he didn't answer she continued her pacing and wringing of her hands.
One of the Chief's bodyguards appeared in the door. "Sir?" he asked hoping he wouldn't be punished for the interruption. He Chief looked up and waved for him to come in. "Sir, I think we have a problem." The little man straightened up in his throne and looked at Kate and then the bodyguard. "What kind of problem?" he asked. "Uh Sir have you been monitoring the prisoner?"
"She!" yelled the Chief loudly then dropped his voice to a normal level, "is not a prisoner. She is a guest."
"Yes Sir, but have you monitored her?" asked the bodyguard timidly. The Chief glared at the man. Who did he think he was the Chief wondered to himself. First he accused him of having a prisoner, prisoners are for jails and his mansion certainly wasn't a jail. The he had the nerve to ask a question? He must have failed at training the young man properly and if so that was his own fault not that of the young man. "No I haven't I have been trying to get over Francisco's death. What is wrong with the prisoner?"
"Tell us she killed herself," chimed in Kate. The Chief looking at her yelled, "Silence! Now Ned, tell me what has she done."
"Nothing sir. We haven't seen her on the monitor in about an hour and we would have checked but you gave orders for us not to go in there. Plus we thought she might be taking a bath," he said a light blush coloring his cheeks. As the Chief stepped off the rise that his throne was on the young bodyguard, Ned knelt in a cowed position his hands above his head as though awaiting a blow. Timidly he peeked up and the Chief said, "Ill go check on her. You are dismissed." Ned hopped up and practically ran from the room. "Well Katie shall we go see what the girl is up to?" He held his arm out to her and she took it.
Upstairs Dylan had been trying to remove the insulation from the wires. It hadn't been easy the chief was right about one thing the room was escape proof and nothing sharp was in it. The plastic knife from the meal left for her broke when she attempted to use it but Kate had given her the perfect thing to remove the coating from the wires, the porcelain figurine she threw at Dylan's head had shattered leaving jagged pieces on the carpet. Dylan had taken the largest and sharpest and sliced through the wire. Then she had reached up into the wall and found the other wire she was looking for. She rigged the two together with the old fashioned alarm clock, the kind with bells on top. Now she just needed a way out of the room before the timer went off.
She heard voices coming down the hall and quickly crawled out from underneath the vanity hitting her already battered head as she did so, "Damn!" she yelped as she carefully rubbed the new lump that was forming. Quickly she shoved the shard of porcelain into the pocket of her jeans and lay down on the bed. Facing away from the door she closed her eyes hoping that they would think she was asleep and let her finish the job she started. The key turned in the lock and the door flew open causing her hair to blow in its breeze. Suddenly she was being grabbed by two small but strong hands. "What have you been doing?" demanded the Chief pressing his face to hers.
"Wh-What are you talking about?" she asked sleepily; reaching up and rubbing her eyes. The Chief threw her back on the bed. Dylan was surprised at the small man's strength. He then waved two large men into her room, one was the man who had carried her upstairs after the taser shock, Cristoph, the other she didn't recognize. Kate hovered in the door way watching the scene. "I thought you had eggs to return." said Dylan looking at her. "I suppose their return doesn't mean that much to you after all if you are still hanging out with him."
"Why you little." started Kate as she came up to attack her.
"Stop her!" commanded the Chief and Christoph grabbed Kate pulling her back. "Kate, wait out in the hallway." Kate reluctantly went back out in the hall.
"So Dylan, I will ask you again. Just this once what have you been doing?"
Dylan looked at him defiantly not saying a word. Too bad the unknown man of the Chief's went into the bathroom. "Sir, you should see this." "Don't move," said the Chief to her as he walked around the bed and joined the man with the Speedos. Christoph just stood blocking the bedroom door like a marble statue in case Dylan was to try to escape.
A cry of, "What the hell?" came from the Chief as he stood in the bathroom taking in the bathtub that was almost over flowing and filled with damp towels. He charged out of the bathroom like a bull, "What have you been doing?" he demanded. Still Dylan said nothing she would be damned if she told him that she was working on causing a fire inside the walls of the house to burn it down and in case she couldn't get out the bathtub was her protection; the old fashioned claw footed tub contained asbestos which would protect her the wet towel would help if the fire got to be too much. He smacked her, the room became quiet and she looked at the Chief her eyes blazing, "I wouldn't do that again if I were you."
"Oh wouldn't you?" He reached out slap her again and she kicked him sending him backwards into the vanity. Christoph attacked, "For my brother," he whispered as he grabbed her throat and began to choke her. She shoved her arms between his and pushed outward separating his hands from her neck. She stood on the bed and kicked hitting him in the chin and sending him on top of the Chief. The other bodyguard jumped on her back pulling both of them to the bed, his arm wrapped tightly around her throat. She could feel the oxygen being cut off and the world starting to swim, "No," she told herself, "you aren't going to fall to the evil version of the Chippendale dancers." She lifted her head and brought it back as hard as she could. She could hear the sharp crack as her skull collided with the man's nose. Suddenly he let go but she knew it wasn't to grab his nose but because he was dead. She rolled off of him and looked at the lifeless man on the bed. His nose had broken sending shards into his brain. "It was an accident," she told herself, "It was him or me." She wondered how Anthony managed to live with himself after killing especially since he had done it intentionally.
The Chief struggled to get up off of Christoph but wasn't having much success. Dylan wondered if the Chief even wanted to get up off of the man in the gold Speedos. It didn't seem that he was making much of an effort. "Ta-ta boys," she said throwing open the door only to be hit with another taser blast; it was Kate.
Kate stood there with two others of the bodyguards behind her taser in her hand smiling. "You weren't thinking of going anywhere were you Dylan?" she asked standing over Dylan's twitching body. One of the two men picked Dylan up and placed her on the bed. The other removed the man she had accidentally killed. Obviously the setting on the taser Kate used wasn't as high as the first blast by the front door since she was able to move seconds afterwards. "I do what I have to Dylan. No hard feelings. I'll tell Anthony how you fought valiantly. How your last thoughts were of him and then I will comfort him and we will live happily ever after. Don't worry I'll take good care of him, I'll make sure he doesn't miss you at all." With that Kate, the Chief and Christoph left her alone in the room twitching in the dark as they turned off the light shutting the door behind them.
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Anthony drove through the streets of LA glancing occasionally in his mirror to make sure the angels were still behind him. They seemed to be keeping up quiet well despite the speed he was driving then again it was Natalie driving. He knew that she was good. He remembered that from the race track. He turned, wheels screeching and passed the landmark "Beverly Hills" sign. He could hear the tires of the Masaratti screech behind him. He slowed down making a right then a left and pulled up into the drive way of Rutherford's manor. It wasn't long before the angels pulled up behind him.
He would have loved to take his suit and change into it but he had a feeling time was short he walked up to the front door and knocked. There was no answer, the house was dark the only illumination came from the porchlights. He knocked again. Still no answer. "Okay what now?" asked Natalie stepping back off the porch out into the yard and staring up at the house. Alex reached into her purse and pulled out a lock pick. Anthony placed his hand on hers as she grasped the doorknob so she could work on it. "What?" she asked looking up at the Thin Man. She had a hard time thinking of him that way with him dressed like a normal everyday guy but it helped her keep things in perspective, he was still a suspect in her book. "The alarm," he said. Alex smacked her forehead and wondered why she wasn't thinking.
Natalie started walking towards the house but her heel became stuck in the grass which was damp from the lawn sprinkler and she stumbled. She caught herself with her hands and stood wiping them on her pants. Too bad the small cry she let out alerted Rutherford's dogs that someone was there. Anthony had forgotten about the dogs. Neville only let them out at night and usually they were penned in the back, he was surprised as the two large Rottweilers charged out from behind the garage. "Shit!" yelled Alex as she and Natalie darted towards the cars. They hoped in and slammed the doors shut but Anthony was still on the porch.
Their heads lowered to the ground the Rottweilers growled as they approached the lone figure on the porch. Calmly Anthony knelt to their level. Alex looked around as she thought about throwing him is sword and realized that the sword was in the other car she hoped that Anthony would be alright. The dogs approached closer still growling a string of drool hung from the left dog's muzzle. Anthony lowered his head as well and met the eyes of the left dog. He took his first two fingers and touched them below his eyes to make sure the dog was looking. Pale blue and deep brown interlocked and the dog suddenly cocked its head to the left and it laid down on the damp grass, its nose between its paws. Anthony repeated the motions with the right dog that had advanced even further towards the porch. The right dog suddenly stood straight and gave a yipping bark. Like a puppy it jumped onto the porch and then onto Anthony licking his face. Once the dog calmed down Anthony stood up and brushed himself off. He stepped down and the dogs followed at his heal.
"Is it okay to come out?" asked Natalie. She loved animals but she wasn't sure about the dogs. Anthony nodded as he bent and petted each one in turn. "After all that noise," said Alex, "Obviously no one is home. So how do I turn off the alarm?" Anthony took her to the garage. On the back wall were a fuse box and the box for the alarm system. "For a man with Rutherford's money you would think he could buy a better alarm." She said as she turned the alarm off. "Okay. Let's go inside."
Standing in the darkened foyer they looked around. "So what was it that Rutherford said again? Across the street and down the block?" asked Natalie as she approached a large a painting of Rutherford that hung on the wall near the grand stairway.
"Across the street, next door he is watching you everywhere. Go to my home and you will see," said Anthony softly.
"He is watching us." said Alex I think it means that the Chief has his house bugged. "Anthony did Rutherford say how he became involved with the Chief? Maybe that would give us a few more clues."
"A body," said Anthony and headed towards the study where the meeting with Dylan had taken place. Natalie called, "Where are you going?" But he didn't answer, he kept walking. Alex shrugged and followed him. They found him in the cherry paneled office, the small bankers lamp with the green glass shade gave off a dim glow. Anthony was looking for the file that Rutherford had in his hand when he and Dylan were there. He sat in the swivel chair and moved closer to the desk. He pulled one drawer out after the other and all of them were empty. Anthony then reached under the kneehole of the desk and felt it a piece of paper and pulled at it but it wouldn't move. He got on his knees and saw that the manila folder was stapled to the desk. With a cautious rip he pulled it free.
"What did you find?" asked Natalie as he handed her the folder. She opened it and covered her mouth with one hand to smother the gasp. Inside were pictures of Rutherford with a young girl in various positions. In the last shot it was obvious that the girl was dead although Natalie could see no signs of foul play. "Alex, take a look." Alex looked over her shoulder and said, "She was defiantly under-aged."
"Yeah but how did she die?"
"Look," said Alex taking the picture and laying it on the desk so the light shone directly on it. Then she picked up a magnifying glass that was resting in the pen caddy. "See here?" she pointed to the girl's throat. "That bulge would be her tongue. Look at her eyes. She obviously had a seizure."
"But candid pictures like that? Someone would have had to have been in the bedroom or have planted a camera." Natalie snapped her fingers, "I have it. This whole place is under surveillance."
"Damn," said Alex, "that means he knows we are here."
"But where is he?"
"Call Bosley, if we can find one of the cameras he can trace where the signal is going. We will be able to find the Chief that way."