CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
The Lincoln parked near a large house, the driver waiting until three cars and a van drove in the driveway. The driver recognized the man in the first car, heavy set with reddish brown hair, bullet shaped head, and a goatee. He stopped the car, got out, went out to the van where he and three other men, one, tall man with dark long brown hair, the other, a Navy officer, and the third, a Marine got out the second car and went over to the van. They opened the back door and helped another man out. This one had dark brown hair, blue eyes, was in his thirties. He looked dazed as if recovering from drugs. There was a woman with him, about the same age. She was quite good looking
The man in the third car, young with light brown hair, took a medical kit from his trunk and walked over.
The driver in the Lincoln recognized the drugged man. "Tom, the Chosen." He started the engine of his car. "Let's see where they're going."
"What do you plan to do?" she asked. She was in her fifties, a still beautiful Mexican woman of Castilian birth, dark wavy hair with an auburn tinge. She wore a simple blouse and skirt, no jewelry except for a crucifix around her neck. Someone had welded the clasp shut and if one turned it around, they could read her name followed by that of the man besides her and the words "Official Joining." She wore no nylons or panty hose on her sandaled feet. .
"Find my daughter," he said, "just because she looks like that human Mexican actress, she thinks she can get a part playing in their movies."
It soon became apparent that this was just a temporary stop. Attwood's group went inside, stayed for about an hour, and then went out again, this time followed by an older man of obvious military bearing.
"The Commander," said Paul, "he might be useful."
"What are you going to do now?"
"You're going to get out and find someone who'll get you close to Anna. There should be a lawyer, an accountant, a music studio. These movie people love to use local talent, Makes them feel good." He shoved her out the car.
By this time, Attwood's group had returned to their vehicles and left for where they were going. Paul took an estimate in what direction they were heading. He did not need to worry. He would find them later.
He got out of his car and knocked on the Commander's door.
"Buenos diás," he said to the maid. "Could I speak to Colonel—"
The information he received was very helpful. In less than half an hour, he found out the names of the businesses and individuals in town that supplied the film company, the restaurant where they got half price in meals, the lawyer who drew up the contract, and the accountant who the Colonel said, :"is the best Navy training pilot he saw in a long time. What did you say the nature of your visit is?" He looked over the identification, Paul showed him.
Paul considered who would be most interesting, narrowing them down to the lawyer and the accountant. The former could easily investigate him as to character and background. The latter would investigate him just as surely, but it would be in regard to his income tax. Paul, being a Mexican citizen, and having a source of money acquired by removing from this earth, the original owners, did not want to have the accountant look into his background and find him guilty of tax evasion. Paul, however, had invested this money in certain banks, making sure that the original spent on perishable items. You could not trace $200 taken from a dead man's pocket if, for instance, you treated everyone to hamburgers and fries at MacDonalds (because of their heightened electrical brainpower, Dominants have a fast metabolism). He decided on a story that would get the Colonel to direct him to either the lawyer or the accountant. e "We hope to adapt some of your experimental airplanes for commercial use, especially for businessmen who are going into hostile territories. Our company has had quite a few close calls."
"I see." The Colonel handed him back his card. "Mr. Sedona. The name seems familiar. I believe a certain Anna Sedona is an actress playing on location near here. A relative?"
"Daughter. Yes, I don't look young enough. Excellent health and good genes. What I'm interested is in the cost to convert the said engine to accommodate someone of non military background. Of course, I can supply a background check just in case there are questions as to his veracity." He paused. "You wouldn't have the phone number of the movie company? I'd like to arrange a visit on the set."
"I can get it for you right now." He walked into the next room, giving Paul enough time to go through the phonebook, and with his brilliant memory, gather information on anyone who would have connections to the movie company, as well as any that Attwood's group would contact.
"Thank you," said Paul when the Colonel returned with several addresses. . "We don't approve of turning our military aircraft to civilians. However as to the other matter, these are the firms and the individuals that may be able to help."
Paul thanked him and left. He checked the addresses, and then put them in the glove compartment. Right now, he was interested in following Attwood's group and getting the Chosen away from them. His senses picked up what no human could. He picked up Lupe's smell and the odor of the gasoline from Attwood's car. They were very close.. His car screeched to a stop just as he saw his prey disappear into the upper class district. 8/20/2003
The Lincoln parked near a large house, the driver waiting until three cars and a van drove in the driveway. The driver recognized the man in the first car, heavy set with reddish brown hair, bullet shaped head, and a goatee. He stopped the car, got out, went out to the van where he and three other men, one, tall man with dark long brown hair, the other, a Navy officer, and the third, a Marine got out the second car and went over to the van. They opened the back door and helped another man out. This one had dark brown hair, blue eyes, was in his thirties. He looked dazed as if recovering from drugs. There was a woman with him, about the same age. She was quite good looking
The man in the third car, young with light brown hair, took a medical kit from his trunk and walked over.
The driver in the Lincoln recognized the drugged man. "Tom, the Chosen." He started the engine of his car. "Let's see where they're going."
"What do you plan to do?" she asked. She was in her fifties, a still beautiful Mexican woman of Castilian birth, dark wavy hair with an auburn tinge. She wore a simple blouse and skirt, no jewelry except for a crucifix around her neck. Someone had welded the clasp shut and if one turned it around, they could read her name followed by that of the man besides her and the words "Official Joining." She wore no nylons or panty hose on her sandaled feet. .
"Find my daughter," he said, "just because she looks like that human Mexican actress, she thinks she can get a part playing in their movies."
It soon became apparent that this was just a temporary stop. Attwood's group went inside, stayed for about an hour, and then went out again, this time followed by an older man of obvious military bearing.
"The Commander," said Paul, "he might be useful."
"What are you going to do now?"
"You're going to get out and find someone who'll get you close to Anna. There should be a lawyer, an accountant, a music studio. These movie people love to use local talent, Makes them feel good." He shoved her out the car.
By this time, Attwood's group had returned to their vehicles and left for where they were going. Paul took an estimate in what direction they were heading. He did not need to worry. He would find them later.
He got out of his car and knocked on the Commander's door.
"Buenos diás," he said to the maid. "Could I speak to Colonel—"
The information he received was very helpful. In less than half an hour, he found out the names of the businesses and individuals in town that supplied the film company, the restaurant where they got half price in meals, the lawyer who drew up the contract, and the accountant who the Colonel said, :"is the best Navy training pilot he saw in a long time. What did you say the nature of your visit is?" He looked over the identification, Paul showed him.
Paul considered who would be most interesting, narrowing them down to the lawyer and the accountant. The former could easily investigate him as to character and background. The latter would investigate him just as surely, but it would be in regard to his income tax. Paul, being a Mexican citizen, and having a source of money acquired by removing from this earth, the original owners, did not want to have the accountant look into his background and find him guilty of tax evasion. Paul, however, had invested this money in certain banks, making sure that the original spent on perishable items. You could not trace $200 taken from a dead man's pocket if, for instance, you treated everyone to hamburgers and fries at MacDonalds (because of their heightened electrical brainpower, Dominants have a fast metabolism). He decided on a story that would get the Colonel to direct him to either the lawyer or the accountant. e "We hope to adapt some of your experimental airplanes for commercial use, especially for businessmen who are going into hostile territories. Our company has had quite a few close calls."
"I see." The Colonel handed him back his card. "Mr. Sedona. The name seems familiar. I believe a certain Anna Sedona is an actress playing on location near here. A relative?"
"Daughter. Yes, I don't look young enough. Excellent health and good genes. What I'm interested is in the cost to convert the said engine to accommodate someone of non military background. Of course, I can supply a background check just in case there are questions as to his veracity." He paused. "You wouldn't have the phone number of the movie company? I'd like to arrange a visit on the set."
"I can get it for you right now." He walked into the next room, giving Paul enough time to go through the phonebook, and with his brilliant memory, gather information on anyone who would have connections to the movie company, as well as any that Attwood's group would contact.
"Thank you," said Paul when the Colonel returned with several addresses. . "We don't approve of turning our military aircraft to civilians. However as to the other matter, these are the firms and the individuals that may be able to help."
Paul thanked him and left. He checked the addresses, and then put them in the glove compartment. Right now, he was interested in following Attwood's group and getting the Chosen away from them. His senses picked up what no human could. He picked up Lupe's smell and the odor of the gasoline from Attwood's car. They were very close.. His car screeched to a stop just as he saw his prey disappear into the upper class district. 8/20/2003