Sphere of Influence: Fatal Desire --**-- by JayVitolo
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights. I'm just writing for fun.
Author Notes: Ok, I never meant for Viktor to be the "star" of this series. He was supposed to be a balancing point for the rest of his "merry men" to form around. But authors can't argue when characters take a life of their own. My problem now is to keep him in check and hope Lyle returns to the "evil throne". One can never tell with these things . . .
Second Note: This one took FOREVER . . . sorry for the wait. I wanted this done by the time I started college again . . . that didn't happen, incase you couldn't tell. I'm just glad I FINALLY got this thing finished. I am not making promises of when chapter three will be done; just expect it when it is posted. Anyway . . . enjoy!
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Ben Miller casually walks through his Bed and Breakfast in Maine, remembering all of the good times he used to have. Ever since Catherine Parker stopped coming by, his days seem to be getting longer and more tedious. He looks at a picture of her hanging on the wall and remembers how much love he had for that woman. Those same feelings came back to him when he first met her daughter, Miss Parker. When she showed up, his life seemed to have meaning again; he wanted to speak to her as if she was Catherine. Unfortunately, the words never made it to the surface.
He carefully pulls the picture off the wall and notes the square of healthy wood it hid. With a heavy sigh, Ben walks back to the main "living room" of his small house slash business and sits in a plush red lounge chair. A smile creeps across his ancient face as he runs his palm over the picture's glass, trying to feel Catherine's features one last time. The old man is startled by the sudden ringing of the service bell on his desk. Looking across his chest, he can see a man in a dark over coat wearing an old fedora.
"Can I help you sir?" Ben slowly walks to the counter, making his way behind it. He sets the picture on the countertop once he gets behind it.
The man removes a pair of sunglasses, but refuses to look at Ben's face. "My name is Wilhelm Fenmore. I would like a room please."
Ben's face twists into a frown as he flips through his reservation book. "I'm sorry Mr. Fenmore. We don't have any rooms available."
Wilhelm looks up to Ben with a grin on his face. He pulls his left hand from his coat pocket to reveal a dart gun. "Then I guess we have a problem."
"Wha, what are you doing?" The sudden appearance of a gun startles Ben, causing the older man jumps backwards with his hands up.
"You're going to come with me. Whether you want to or not." The grin doesn't leave Wilhelm's face as he pulls the trigger on the gun. The dart manages to imbed itself in Ben's neck, causing the older man to slump forward on the desk. As Ben falls, his right hand knocks the picture to the floor, causing a spider-web design to form in the glass. The eerie pattern begins directly over Catherine's face and spreads to the frame.
With a heavy sigh, Wilhelm puts the gun back in his pocket before adjusting his coat. He reaches into his pants pockets to remove a pair of gloves and puts them on. Before walking around the desk to pick up Ben's unconscious body, he notices the broken picture. He carefully picks it up and looks at the woman. "Such a pretty face. Almost a shame to waste it on a man like this." He tosses the picture over his left shoulder before lifting Ben's body.
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Miss Parker quietly struggles to keep herself awake, but half a bottle of Scotch can knock almost anybody out. Ever since her adopted father has been abducted, she's been a shell of her former self. The man just walked back into her life and now he's gone again. She never even got the chance to talk with him again. Even though her hands are shaking, most likely due to the mass amounts of alcohol pumping through her, she pours herself another drink. Through intense concentration, she brings the cup to her lips. She goes through all this effort only to drop it when the phone rings.
Marie looks at the puddle of alcohol quietly resting on her hardwood floor before she fumbles for the phone. After securing her grasp of it, she answers. "What?"
"Are you okay Miss P?"
"I'm fine . . . Broots." She blinks her eyes rapidly, trying to keep the room from spinning out of control.
"You don't sound fine. Do you want somebody over there?" Broots' voice shows a hint of concern.
"Damn it Broots. I said I'm fine." Marie combs her hair back with a free hand and tightens her grip on the phone. "Now, what did you want?"
"Oh, um. Somebody sent a video tape." The technician sighs, still not convinced that she is feeling good. "You sure you're okay?"
"Stop it already. I'm fine. Never better. OKAY?" Marie manages to speak, even though she's having problems keeping things in focus. "Now what about this tape?"
"Well, we haven't seen it yet. But it came from a town in New Jersey."
"I'll be there as soon as possible."
"What's that mean?"
"I'll spell it out for you." Marie inhales deeply before continuing. "When I see the door, I'll be there. In other words, tomorrow morning."
"Okay. I'll just, um, have this ready then."
A heavy sigh escapes Marie's throat as she tries to continue. "You do that." It takes every ounce of strength she has left to turn the phone off; and then darkness takes her.
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A black van pulls into a loading dock in a dark building. The driver jumps out of the front of the vehicle and walks around back while pulling his gloves off. He swings the rear doors open after pushing the latch upwards and grabs the body inside. As quickly as possible, he pulls the body over his shoulders and walks towards the building behind him. The door swings open before he reaches it, allowing him to see a familiar face.
"Another successful mission, Wilhelm?" Viktor smiles at his cohort, noting the body he's carrying.
"When are you going to start doing this yourself?" Wilhelm sets the body onto a metal cart before turning to look at his "boss".
Viktor looks at the body before answering Wilhelm. "When I damn well please."
"Yeah. Thanks what I thought. Don't want you to break a nail." Wilhelm grabs the cart's handles as he wheels it to the same place where Mr. Parker is begin held.
"Did Mr. Miller give you any troubles?"
"This guy? Look at him. He's so old."
Viktor smiles as he opens the doors leading to the room containing Mr. Parker. "Always the egomaniac."
"Where's Lyle?" The doors slowly close behind the men as Mr. Parker looks up.
"Washing up." Viktor's eyes lock onto Mr. Parker's as a smile crosses his face. He just loves to see other people when they're tied up.
"From what?" Wilhelm lifts the body of Ben Miller off the cart and places him in an empty chair. Ben's wrists are bound together behind the seat before Wilhelm steps back to stop beside Viktor.
"Dinner." Viktor winks to Wilhelm before turning to the doors and walking away.
"Dinner?" Wilhelm ponders this remark before he walks in the same direction Viktor just traveled.
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Marie slowly opens her eyes as the sunlight greets her. She rolls over and looks at her alarm clock, noting it's now one o'clock in the afternoon. She quickly sits up; realizing she didn't fall asleep in her bedroom, she passed out in her living room. What the hell is going on? She throws the covers off her body and sees that she's still wearing the same clothes as last night. Still confused, she reaches under her pillow for the gun she stores there and checks the clip. It takes her a few seconds, but she finally gets to her feet and steadies herself. She head to the kitchen after hearing a noise, but all fear is quickly removed as she sees Jarod moving dishes around.
Jarod quickly spins around at the sound of the creaking floor to see a gun pointed at him. "Ah, you're awake." The smile on his face causes Miss Parker to laugh.
"When the hell did you get here?" Marie lowers the gun and walks towards him.
"About 3 this morning. I called you about 2am, but you didn't answer. I panicked, so I got here as fast as possible." The pretender grabs her in a hug before he continues. "You didn't look too comfortable on the couch, so I moved you to the bed."
"I was beginning to worry." After a quick kiss, Jarod lets her go before turning back to the counter behind him. Miss Parker brushes some hair from her face as she looks at her kitchen counter. "What are you making?"
Jarod smiles as he looks back at the bowls. He quickly grabs the box sitting next to him and shows her. "It's called Rice Krispies."
Marie laughs aloud as she takes the box from him. "You're eating Rice Krispies?!"
"Yeah. They're neat. When you pour milk on them, they make this strange noise." Jarod looks confused as he tries to recall what the sound is like. "It's kind of like a popping noise."
"You never cease to amaze me lab rat." Miss Parker winks at him as she sets the box back down. "So which bowl is mine?"
"Neither." Jarod walks to the refrigerator and pulls out a gallon of milk.
"Excuse me? Jarod, I'm hurt." Marie playfully punches Jarod in the shoulder as she looks like a child that didn't get her way.
"I'm running an experiment. I want to see if two bowls make the same noise." Jarod doesn't even look at her while talking, but he continues to move the bowls around for the best environment.
"Not with my milk you aren't." She walks around Jarod to prevent him from grabbing the milk off the opposite counter. The smile are Marie's face is borderline seductive, but the pretender is unfazed.
A smile finally breaks the look of concentration on Jarod's face as he cups her chin in his hands. "I'm only kidding." He looks into her eyes before continuing. "Besides, I already did that experiment while you were sleeping."
Jarod hands her a bowl as he walks to the table beside them. She looks at the cereal and back at Jarod. "Why does that not surprise me?" She takes her seat across from Jarod and looks at him. "Pass the milk."
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"You wanted to see me boss?" Wilhelm walks though the doors of Viktor's office and stops in the middle of the room. The sounds of coins hitting a desk are the only response Wilhelm receives for nearly two minutes. Viktor finally turns to look at the other man in the room.
He walks to where Wilhelm is standing before responding. "I have found a new disciple. Her name is Madeline and she will play an integral part in our mission."
"Unless she plans on helping me capture family members, I don't see how she can be much help." Wilhelm's reply is both confident and arrogant, causing Viktor to smile.
The smile fades as Viktor steps to his right, allowing Wilhelm to see the other side of the room. Madeline steps out of the shadows as Viktor begins to speak again. "No Wilhelm, she will not be carrying bodies. However, she will be playing an important role." Madeline steps into the light of the room to reveal her features. "You see, she looks exactly like Jarod's mother."
Wilhelm smiles as he begins to figure out how this woman will benefit them. "I see. You plan on having her fool Jarod into a false sense of security."
Viktor runs his hands through his hair before looking at Wilhelm. "No." He wraps his arm around Madeline and turns to face her before continuing. "I plan to have her isolate Jarod from his friends. It's the old 'divide and conquer' strategy that has work so well in the past."
Madeline smiles, baring her teeth, before she talks. "With Jarod isolated, he will become easy prey." The grin fades as she lifts Viktor's phone off the hock and dials a number. As the phone rings, she looks from Viktor to Wilhelm and grins. "And it begins."
Viktor cups Madeline's chin and kisses her before turning back to Wilhelm. "And mother knows best."
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As Jarod is busy cleaning the bowls from the breakfast he shared with Marie, his cellphone starts to ring. He drops the towel beside the sink before reaching into the pocket of his pants to retrieve the phone. He quickly answers it, not expecting the voice on the other end.
"Hello?" Jarod's curiosity is evident. Maybe Sydney found something Jarod would need to know. No such luck.
"Oh my god, you're still alive!" The emotion in the other person's voice is apparent and Jarod can't believe who's talking to him.
"M, m, mom?" Jarod can't believe it, he finally found his mother.
"It is you. Jarod, I missed you." It sounds like she's crying now; tears start to form in Jarod's eyes.
Jarod has trouble getting to a seat on the other side of the kitchen; the shock of talking to his mother for the first time in years is too overwhelming. He finally manages to sit down as Marie walks back into the kitchen. Without even looking at her, he continues speaking with his mother.
"I thought I'd never get a chance to talk with you again." Jarod holds the phone close to his ear as the tears start to fall down his cheek. "I love you."
"I love you to Jarod. I want to see you again." She sighs into the phone as she sounds like she's crying.
"Where and when?" Jarod looks up to Marie, who is standing in front of him with a confused look on her face.
"Tomorrow at 8 pm. Meet me at the Holiday in on Main Street in Baltimore, Maryland. I love you Jarod." She turns the phone off before Jarod has a chance to respond.
"Mom? Mom!" Jarod's eyes fall to the floor as the dial tone answers him. "I love you."
Marie sits beside him and holds his head close to her. "It's okay Jarod. You're family is finally coming together." She kisses him on the forehead before pulling him close in a tight embrace. "And I'm always here for you."
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Madeline hooks her arms around Viktor before kissing him on the cheek. "It's done. He's meeting me tomorrow and I will begin to pull him away from Miss Parker, Sydney, and Broots." A grin passes her face as she looks into Viktor's eyes. "Jarod has no idea I'm posing as his mother. He's putty in our hands."
Viktor laughs as he looks at Wilhelm. "Looks like this plan will not fail. We may not need Mr. Parker and Mr. Miller after all." He winks at Madeline before continuing. "I guess we just have to kill them. Sorry for wasting your time Wilhelm."
Wilhelm grins as he pulls a handgun out of his pocket. "Not a problem."
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"My god." A figure stands in front of the door with a worried expression on his face. He pulls out his phone and dials a number he never had before. The phone continues to ring until the voice mail answers. He sighs before the beep and clears his throat before leaving the message.
"Hi sis. Long time no see. Listen closely. We NEED to talk, it a matter of life and death. Call me back soon." He closes his phone before turning back to the door to see Wilhelm staring at him.
Wilhelm has a curious expression on his face but doesn't stop looking at Lyle. "Mister Lyle. It's so nice to see you again." He stands face to face with Lyle and stares deeply into his eyes before continuing. "I hope you and your sister are still getting along. I trust you'll keep us informed." He pats Lyle on the side of the head before walking away.
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TBC. Please read and rate.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights. I'm just writing for fun.
Author Notes: Ok, I never meant for Viktor to be the "star" of this series. He was supposed to be a balancing point for the rest of his "merry men" to form around. But authors can't argue when characters take a life of their own. My problem now is to keep him in check and hope Lyle returns to the "evil throne". One can never tell with these things . . .
Second Note: This one took FOREVER . . . sorry for the wait. I wanted this done by the time I started college again . . . that didn't happen, incase you couldn't tell. I'm just glad I FINALLY got this thing finished. I am not making promises of when chapter three will be done; just expect it when it is posted. Anyway . . . enjoy!
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Ben Miller casually walks through his Bed and Breakfast in Maine, remembering all of the good times he used to have. Ever since Catherine Parker stopped coming by, his days seem to be getting longer and more tedious. He looks at a picture of her hanging on the wall and remembers how much love he had for that woman. Those same feelings came back to him when he first met her daughter, Miss Parker. When she showed up, his life seemed to have meaning again; he wanted to speak to her as if she was Catherine. Unfortunately, the words never made it to the surface.
He carefully pulls the picture off the wall and notes the square of healthy wood it hid. With a heavy sigh, Ben walks back to the main "living room" of his small house slash business and sits in a plush red lounge chair. A smile creeps across his ancient face as he runs his palm over the picture's glass, trying to feel Catherine's features one last time. The old man is startled by the sudden ringing of the service bell on his desk. Looking across his chest, he can see a man in a dark over coat wearing an old fedora.
"Can I help you sir?" Ben slowly walks to the counter, making his way behind it. He sets the picture on the countertop once he gets behind it.
The man removes a pair of sunglasses, but refuses to look at Ben's face. "My name is Wilhelm Fenmore. I would like a room please."
Ben's face twists into a frown as he flips through his reservation book. "I'm sorry Mr. Fenmore. We don't have any rooms available."
Wilhelm looks up to Ben with a grin on his face. He pulls his left hand from his coat pocket to reveal a dart gun. "Then I guess we have a problem."
"Wha, what are you doing?" The sudden appearance of a gun startles Ben, causing the older man jumps backwards with his hands up.
"You're going to come with me. Whether you want to or not." The grin doesn't leave Wilhelm's face as he pulls the trigger on the gun. The dart manages to imbed itself in Ben's neck, causing the older man to slump forward on the desk. As Ben falls, his right hand knocks the picture to the floor, causing a spider-web design to form in the glass. The eerie pattern begins directly over Catherine's face and spreads to the frame.
With a heavy sigh, Wilhelm puts the gun back in his pocket before adjusting his coat. He reaches into his pants pockets to remove a pair of gloves and puts them on. Before walking around the desk to pick up Ben's unconscious body, he notices the broken picture. He carefully picks it up and looks at the woman. "Such a pretty face. Almost a shame to waste it on a man like this." He tosses the picture over his left shoulder before lifting Ben's body.
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Miss Parker quietly struggles to keep herself awake, but half a bottle of Scotch can knock almost anybody out. Ever since her adopted father has been abducted, she's been a shell of her former self. The man just walked back into her life and now he's gone again. She never even got the chance to talk with him again. Even though her hands are shaking, most likely due to the mass amounts of alcohol pumping through her, she pours herself another drink. Through intense concentration, she brings the cup to her lips. She goes through all this effort only to drop it when the phone rings.
Marie looks at the puddle of alcohol quietly resting on her hardwood floor before she fumbles for the phone. After securing her grasp of it, she answers. "What?"
"Are you okay Miss P?"
"I'm fine . . . Broots." She blinks her eyes rapidly, trying to keep the room from spinning out of control.
"You don't sound fine. Do you want somebody over there?" Broots' voice shows a hint of concern.
"Damn it Broots. I said I'm fine." Marie combs her hair back with a free hand and tightens her grip on the phone. "Now, what did you want?"
"Oh, um. Somebody sent a video tape." The technician sighs, still not convinced that she is feeling good. "You sure you're okay?"
"Stop it already. I'm fine. Never better. OKAY?" Marie manages to speak, even though she's having problems keeping things in focus. "Now what about this tape?"
"Well, we haven't seen it yet. But it came from a town in New Jersey."
"I'll be there as soon as possible."
"What's that mean?"
"I'll spell it out for you." Marie inhales deeply before continuing. "When I see the door, I'll be there. In other words, tomorrow morning."
"Okay. I'll just, um, have this ready then."
A heavy sigh escapes Marie's throat as she tries to continue. "You do that." It takes every ounce of strength she has left to turn the phone off; and then darkness takes her.
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A black van pulls into a loading dock in a dark building. The driver jumps out of the front of the vehicle and walks around back while pulling his gloves off. He swings the rear doors open after pushing the latch upwards and grabs the body inside. As quickly as possible, he pulls the body over his shoulders and walks towards the building behind him. The door swings open before he reaches it, allowing him to see a familiar face.
"Another successful mission, Wilhelm?" Viktor smiles at his cohort, noting the body he's carrying.
"When are you going to start doing this yourself?" Wilhelm sets the body onto a metal cart before turning to look at his "boss".
Viktor looks at the body before answering Wilhelm. "When I damn well please."
"Yeah. Thanks what I thought. Don't want you to break a nail." Wilhelm grabs the cart's handles as he wheels it to the same place where Mr. Parker is begin held.
"Did Mr. Miller give you any troubles?"
"This guy? Look at him. He's so old."
Viktor smiles as he opens the doors leading to the room containing Mr. Parker. "Always the egomaniac."
"Where's Lyle?" The doors slowly close behind the men as Mr. Parker looks up.
"Washing up." Viktor's eyes lock onto Mr. Parker's as a smile crosses his face. He just loves to see other people when they're tied up.
"From what?" Wilhelm lifts the body of Ben Miller off the cart and places him in an empty chair. Ben's wrists are bound together behind the seat before Wilhelm steps back to stop beside Viktor.
"Dinner." Viktor winks to Wilhelm before turning to the doors and walking away.
"Dinner?" Wilhelm ponders this remark before he walks in the same direction Viktor just traveled.
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Marie slowly opens her eyes as the sunlight greets her. She rolls over and looks at her alarm clock, noting it's now one o'clock in the afternoon. She quickly sits up; realizing she didn't fall asleep in her bedroom, she passed out in her living room. What the hell is going on? She throws the covers off her body and sees that she's still wearing the same clothes as last night. Still confused, she reaches under her pillow for the gun she stores there and checks the clip. It takes her a few seconds, but she finally gets to her feet and steadies herself. She head to the kitchen after hearing a noise, but all fear is quickly removed as she sees Jarod moving dishes around.
Jarod quickly spins around at the sound of the creaking floor to see a gun pointed at him. "Ah, you're awake." The smile on his face causes Miss Parker to laugh.
"When the hell did you get here?" Marie lowers the gun and walks towards him.
"About 3 this morning. I called you about 2am, but you didn't answer. I panicked, so I got here as fast as possible." The pretender grabs her in a hug before he continues. "You didn't look too comfortable on the couch, so I moved you to the bed."
"I was beginning to worry." After a quick kiss, Jarod lets her go before turning back to the counter behind him. Miss Parker brushes some hair from her face as she looks at her kitchen counter. "What are you making?"
Jarod smiles as he looks back at the bowls. He quickly grabs the box sitting next to him and shows her. "It's called Rice Krispies."
Marie laughs aloud as she takes the box from him. "You're eating Rice Krispies?!"
"Yeah. They're neat. When you pour milk on them, they make this strange noise." Jarod looks confused as he tries to recall what the sound is like. "It's kind of like a popping noise."
"You never cease to amaze me lab rat." Miss Parker winks at him as she sets the box back down. "So which bowl is mine?"
"Neither." Jarod walks to the refrigerator and pulls out a gallon of milk.
"Excuse me? Jarod, I'm hurt." Marie playfully punches Jarod in the shoulder as she looks like a child that didn't get her way.
"I'm running an experiment. I want to see if two bowls make the same noise." Jarod doesn't even look at her while talking, but he continues to move the bowls around for the best environment.
"Not with my milk you aren't." She walks around Jarod to prevent him from grabbing the milk off the opposite counter. The smile are Marie's face is borderline seductive, but the pretender is unfazed.
A smile finally breaks the look of concentration on Jarod's face as he cups her chin in his hands. "I'm only kidding." He looks into her eyes before continuing. "Besides, I already did that experiment while you were sleeping."
Jarod hands her a bowl as he walks to the table beside them. She looks at the cereal and back at Jarod. "Why does that not surprise me?" She takes her seat across from Jarod and looks at him. "Pass the milk."
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"You wanted to see me boss?" Wilhelm walks though the doors of Viktor's office and stops in the middle of the room. The sounds of coins hitting a desk are the only response Wilhelm receives for nearly two minutes. Viktor finally turns to look at the other man in the room.
He walks to where Wilhelm is standing before responding. "I have found a new disciple. Her name is Madeline and she will play an integral part in our mission."
"Unless she plans on helping me capture family members, I don't see how she can be much help." Wilhelm's reply is both confident and arrogant, causing Viktor to smile.
The smile fades as Viktor steps to his right, allowing Wilhelm to see the other side of the room. Madeline steps out of the shadows as Viktor begins to speak again. "No Wilhelm, she will not be carrying bodies. However, she will be playing an important role." Madeline steps into the light of the room to reveal her features. "You see, she looks exactly like Jarod's mother."
Wilhelm smiles as he begins to figure out how this woman will benefit them. "I see. You plan on having her fool Jarod into a false sense of security."
Viktor runs his hands through his hair before looking at Wilhelm. "No." He wraps his arm around Madeline and turns to face her before continuing. "I plan to have her isolate Jarod from his friends. It's the old 'divide and conquer' strategy that has work so well in the past."
Madeline smiles, baring her teeth, before she talks. "With Jarod isolated, he will become easy prey." The grin fades as she lifts Viktor's phone off the hock and dials a number. As the phone rings, she looks from Viktor to Wilhelm and grins. "And it begins."
Viktor cups Madeline's chin and kisses her before turning back to Wilhelm. "And mother knows best."
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As Jarod is busy cleaning the bowls from the breakfast he shared with Marie, his cellphone starts to ring. He drops the towel beside the sink before reaching into the pocket of his pants to retrieve the phone. He quickly answers it, not expecting the voice on the other end.
"Hello?" Jarod's curiosity is evident. Maybe Sydney found something Jarod would need to know. No such luck.
"Oh my god, you're still alive!" The emotion in the other person's voice is apparent and Jarod can't believe who's talking to him.
"M, m, mom?" Jarod can't believe it, he finally found his mother.
"It is you. Jarod, I missed you." It sounds like she's crying now; tears start to form in Jarod's eyes.
Jarod has trouble getting to a seat on the other side of the kitchen; the shock of talking to his mother for the first time in years is too overwhelming. He finally manages to sit down as Marie walks back into the kitchen. Without even looking at her, he continues speaking with his mother.
"I thought I'd never get a chance to talk with you again." Jarod holds the phone close to his ear as the tears start to fall down his cheek. "I love you."
"I love you to Jarod. I want to see you again." She sighs into the phone as she sounds like she's crying.
"Where and when?" Jarod looks up to Marie, who is standing in front of him with a confused look on her face.
"Tomorrow at 8 pm. Meet me at the Holiday in on Main Street in Baltimore, Maryland. I love you Jarod." She turns the phone off before Jarod has a chance to respond.
"Mom? Mom!" Jarod's eyes fall to the floor as the dial tone answers him. "I love you."
Marie sits beside him and holds his head close to her. "It's okay Jarod. You're family is finally coming together." She kisses him on the forehead before pulling him close in a tight embrace. "And I'm always here for you."
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Madeline hooks her arms around Viktor before kissing him on the cheek. "It's done. He's meeting me tomorrow and I will begin to pull him away from Miss Parker, Sydney, and Broots." A grin passes her face as she looks into Viktor's eyes. "Jarod has no idea I'm posing as his mother. He's putty in our hands."
Viktor laughs as he looks at Wilhelm. "Looks like this plan will not fail. We may not need Mr. Parker and Mr. Miller after all." He winks at Madeline before continuing. "I guess we just have to kill them. Sorry for wasting your time Wilhelm."
Wilhelm grins as he pulls a handgun out of his pocket. "Not a problem."
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"My god." A figure stands in front of the door with a worried expression on his face. He pulls out his phone and dials a number he never had before. The phone continues to ring until the voice mail answers. He sighs before the beep and clears his throat before leaving the message.
"Hi sis. Long time no see. Listen closely. We NEED to talk, it a matter of life and death. Call me back soon." He closes his phone before turning back to the door to see Wilhelm staring at him.
Wilhelm has a curious expression on his face but doesn't stop looking at Lyle. "Mister Lyle. It's so nice to see you again." He stands face to face with Lyle and stares deeply into his eyes before continuing. "I hope you and your sister are still getting along. I trust you'll keep us informed." He pats Lyle on the side of the head before walking away.
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TBC. Please read and rate.