He had an earpiece on now, and he was pacing rapidly back and forth
across the floor. He looked like a caged beast.
"You know you can wear a hole in the floor if you do that long enough?" I informed him.
He threw me a very sour look. Back and forth, back and forth, the floor boards creaking under him.
"Alright that's enough!" I said impatiently, I got up and grabbed the arm of his shirt to stop his pacing, "You're starting to make me dizzy!"
"Deal with it!" He snarled.
"My aren't we testy?"
He threw me another look that said, "Another word and you'll be worse than dead."
"Ok..ok I'll shut up now."
Silence.
"Uh could someone show me to the powder room?"
"Huh? What the hell is that?!" B asked turning in his chair to look at me.
"She means the bathroom." The blue eyed man said sighing.
"Well damn, why didn't she just say that?! Damn princess..damn fancy words..." He continued damning my vocabulary terms.
"It's down that hallway, last door on the right. Don't open any other doors." Blue eyed one said, going back to his pacing.
I nodded, turning around and stumbling over a chair. It tipped over, spilling a black leather jacket on the floor. I set the chair back up and put the leather jacket back on it and walked to the bathroom. I followed the directions exactly and found myself in a nicely painted bathroom. I closed the door with a sharp click. I nearly gasped when I saw the door had a lock on it. Quietly, I turned it all the way so that it locked.
With a breath of relief, I turned to inspect my reflection in the mirror above the sink. My hair was a dignified mess. I made a noise in the back of my throat, which sounded like disgust. I spotted a brush on the sink countertop and began to brush my hair out. In a few moments I had managed to tame my wild hair somewhat. I also washed my face and took my once in a lifetime opportunity to use the bathroom, before I took a look at the wallet I had snatched from the black leather jacket when I had purposefully spilled it to the floor.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. The bangs sounded on the door. I quickly stashed the wallet in the makeup cabinet.
I cleared my throat ( don't sound too guilty!)
"Uh yeah... Trying to use the loo here!" I yelled trying to sound annoyed.
I heard a groan on the other side of the door, I could almost imagine whoever it was, rolling their eyes.
"The Boss said you might want your bag."
My brow furrowed, "What bag?"
"The one you packed to stay overnight at a friends in a week."
Holy shit! I had forgotten it! I opened the bathroom door fast as lightning. Mikes stood in the hallway holding my black backpack.
"Oh my god! Thank you soooo much!" I squealed, jumping forward and hugging him. I think I scared him off because he mumbled something and made a quick getaway. I shrugged and closed the door again.
I thanked the Lord in all the languages I knew (including Elvish) as I pulled out a pair of Paris Blue jeans and a long close fitting long sleeved black shirt, along with my makeup bag. I gave out a girlish giggle and got to work. When I was done beautifying myself, I retrieved the wallet from the cabinet. It was brown leather. Nice, whoever owned it had style. I opened it to reveal a BlockBuster card and...
"HOLY SHIT!" I whispered. One one hundred bill, five fifties, and some twenties, fives and ones. I took the hundred, two twenties and a dollar and put them in my pockets, ya know just in case we went shopping....yeah right.
I was about to close the wallet when another card caught my eyes. I pulled it out and nearly dropped it in shock. A driver's license. Not just anyone's license, it was the Blue eyed one's. So...we meet at last. I made a mental note of his name and then pocketed it along with the hundred. I then put on my leather jacket and put on my black boots (thank god once again for my black bag) and made my way back to my captors.
The blue eyed one was back to his pacing, he was saying something like, "Oh and Nathan, don't lose the phone."
"Damn!"
I turned to see B looking wide eyed at me. His gaze was followed by everyone else's. Whoa, some entrance.
"How do I look?" I said trying to sound like Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's.
"Stunning..surprisingly enough." Blue eyed one said frowning slightly, as he took a sip of some gold liquid from a fine crystal glass next to him.
"I'll take that as a compliment, Patrick Koster." I said dryly, plopping down into an armchair, putting my feet up on a coffee table.
"What?!" He choked on his drink. I smiled.
"What? That is your name, isn't it?" Oh this was too much fun!
"Who told you?" He threw a menacing glance at Mikes.
"Whoa down there, tiger! Who said anyone had to tell me?"
"How?" He asked coldly.
"I'm phsychic," I whispered raising my eyebrows, "Oh plus..." I whipped out his driver's license, holding it between my pointer and middle finger, "I believe it does mention your name on this somewhere."
Patrick's eyes widened, in two strides he had snatched it from me.
"Where's the wallet?" He demanded of me.
I removed it from my pocket and handed it to him. "You know, for someone in your line of work and HQ set in New York City, you should be more careful with making sure a thief isn't in your midsts."
"Thanks for the advise.' He replied sarcastically, looking through the wallet.
"No problem."
He slammed it shut and turned to me, "I had a hundred in here."
I sighed and handed him the money.
"And the twenties.."
"Damn!"
"And the one."
"Jesus Christ! What do you do?! Count your money?!"
"Yes." He said shortly.
"Figures." I mumbled, sliding down into the chair, sulking.
He pocketed his wallet and smirked.
"What?" I asked annoyed.
"It's been a while since I've been pick pocketed."
"Expect the Unexpected, Koster."
"Yes," he whispered, "I had forgotten. That's one of the basic rules of the game." He walked over to the screens where B was.
"Goddamnit B," He muttered, "Keep your eyes on the screens and not on our lovely hostage."
I chose to ignore the latter statement and said instead, " Um thanks for the bag. I would call you all my saviors if, um we weren't in this..uncomfortable predicatment. Hell, I might even hug you! Well I already did hug one of ya so.." I tapered off.
"Who?" Patrick asked. Mikes hung his head.
"Damn Mikes, you being a ladies man," B exclaimed laughing, " You need to stop that shit!"
"Shut up B," Patrick mumbled, "and watch the damn computers."
"You know you can wear a hole in the floor if you do that long enough?" I informed him.
He threw me a very sour look. Back and forth, back and forth, the floor boards creaking under him.
"Alright that's enough!" I said impatiently, I got up and grabbed the arm of his shirt to stop his pacing, "You're starting to make me dizzy!"
"Deal with it!" He snarled.
"My aren't we testy?"
He threw me another look that said, "Another word and you'll be worse than dead."
"Ok..ok I'll shut up now."
Silence.
"Uh could someone show me to the powder room?"
"Huh? What the hell is that?!" B asked turning in his chair to look at me.
"She means the bathroom." The blue eyed man said sighing.
"Well damn, why didn't she just say that?! Damn princess..damn fancy words..." He continued damning my vocabulary terms.
"It's down that hallway, last door on the right. Don't open any other doors." Blue eyed one said, going back to his pacing.
I nodded, turning around and stumbling over a chair. It tipped over, spilling a black leather jacket on the floor. I set the chair back up and put the leather jacket back on it and walked to the bathroom. I followed the directions exactly and found myself in a nicely painted bathroom. I closed the door with a sharp click. I nearly gasped when I saw the door had a lock on it. Quietly, I turned it all the way so that it locked.
With a breath of relief, I turned to inspect my reflection in the mirror above the sink. My hair was a dignified mess. I made a noise in the back of my throat, which sounded like disgust. I spotted a brush on the sink countertop and began to brush my hair out. In a few moments I had managed to tame my wild hair somewhat. I also washed my face and took my once in a lifetime opportunity to use the bathroom, before I took a look at the wallet I had snatched from the black leather jacket when I had purposefully spilled it to the floor.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. The bangs sounded on the door. I quickly stashed the wallet in the makeup cabinet.
I cleared my throat ( don't sound too guilty!)
"Uh yeah... Trying to use the loo here!" I yelled trying to sound annoyed.
I heard a groan on the other side of the door, I could almost imagine whoever it was, rolling their eyes.
"The Boss said you might want your bag."
My brow furrowed, "What bag?"
"The one you packed to stay overnight at a friends in a week."
Holy shit! I had forgotten it! I opened the bathroom door fast as lightning. Mikes stood in the hallway holding my black backpack.
"Oh my god! Thank you soooo much!" I squealed, jumping forward and hugging him. I think I scared him off because he mumbled something and made a quick getaway. I shrugged and closed the door again.
I thanked the Lord in all the languages I knew (including Elvish) as I pulled out a pair of Paris Blue jeans and a long close fitting long sleeved black shirt, along with my makeup bag. I gave out a girlish giggle and got to work. When I was done beautifying myself, I retrieved the wallet from the cabinet. It was brown leather. Nice, whoever owned it had style. I opened it to reveal a BlockBuster card and...
"HOLY SHIT!" I whispered. One one hundred bill, five fifties, and some twenties, fives and ones. I took the hundred, two twenties and a dollar and put them in my pockets, ya know just in case we went shopping....yeah right.
I was about to close the wallet when another card caught my eyes. I pulled it out and nearly dropped it in shock. A driver's license. Not just anyone's license, it was the Blue eyed one's. So...we meet at last. I made a mental note of his name and then pocketed it along with the hundred. I then put on my leather jacket and put on my black boots (thank god once again for my black bag) and made my way back to my captors.
The blue eyed one was back to his pacing, he was saying something like, "Oh and Nathan, don't lose the phone."
"Damn!"
I turned to see B looking wide eyed at me. His gaze was followed by everyone else's. Whoa, some entrance.
"How do I look?" I said trying to sound like Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's.
"Stunning..surprisingly enough." Blue eyed one said frowning slightly, as he took a sip of some gold liquid from a fine crystal glass next to him.
"I'll take that as a compliment, Patrick Koster." I said dryly, plopping down into an armchair, putting my feet up on a coffee table.
"What?!" He choked on his drink. I smiled.
"What? That is your name, isn't it?" Oh this was too much fun!
"Who told you?" He threw a menacing glance at Mikes.
"Whoa down there, tiger! Who said anyone had to tell me?"
"How?" He asked coldly.
"I'm phsychic," I whispered raising my eyebrows, "Oh plus..." I whipped out his driver's license, holding it between my pointer and middle finger, "I believe it does mention your name on this somewhere."
Patrick's eyes widened, in two strides he had snatched it from me.
"Where's the wallet?" He demanded of me.
I removed it from my pocket and handed it to him. "You know, for someone in your line of work and HQ set in New York City, you should be more careful with making sure a thief isn't in your midsts."
"Thanks for the advise.' He replied sarcastically, looking through the wallet.
"No problem."
He slammed it shut and turned to me, "I had a hundred in here."
I sighed and handed him the money.
"And the twenties.."
"Damn!"
"And the one."
"Jesus Christ! What do you do?! Count your money?!"
"Yes." He said shortly.
"Figures." I mumbled, sliding down into the chair, sulking.
He pocketed his wallet and smirked.
"What?" I asked annoyed.
"It's been a while since I've been pick pocketed."
"Expect the Unexpected, Koster."
"Yes," he whispered, "I had forgotten. That's one of the basic rules of the game." He walked over to the screens where B was.
"Goddamnit B," He muttered, "Keep your eyes on the screens and not on our lovely hostage."
I chose to ignore the latter statement and said instead, " Um thanks for the bag. I would call you all my saviors if, um we weren't in this..uncomfortable predicatment. Hell, I might even hug you! Well I already did hug one of ya so.." I tapered off.
"Who?" Patrick asked. Mikes hung his head.
"Damn Mikes, you being a ladies man," B exclaimed laughing, " You need to stop that shit!"
"Shut up B," Patrick mumbled, "and watch the damn computers."