I don't know what chapter this is. And I can't be bothered checking. Deal.
Disclaimer: Let me see... Eurrm. No, I don't own it. And let me see... No, I never said I did. It was you who were making all these assumptions. Just calm yourself.
Day Seven
The double doors of the main entrance of the Centre swung open and the worst nightmares of the chairman strode through the doors. Jarod's long leather coat streamed out behind him, snapping and cracking in time to his resounding footsteps. Easily keeping pace was a gun toting Parker, wearing tight leather and a dangerously impassive expression behind dark glasses that masked her eyes. Behind them came a swarm of equally well armed thugs that spread out to cover the two in the lead, taking positions that covered all angles of attack.
Jarod surveyed the massive marble lobby, occupied by only a few shocked secretaries and other insignificant underlings. A sheet of paper slid off a desk and zigzagged slowly to the floor. Jarod's sharp eyes picked out the one he was looking for. He was simply a secretary but he had been repeatedly simmed, as had every one present in the foyer, to provide diamond clear foreknowledge of how the scene would play out. Ted Riley was the one who had been the most likely to obey an order from this new power.
'You' commanded Jarod, in a voice that was quiet and loud at the same time. 'y-yes sssssir.' Riley was stuttering so hard he could barely talk.
'Get me a line up to Mr Parker's office. Speakerphone.'
The secretary frantically punched the number in then pressed the speakerphone button. Every one in the large lobby silently listened to it ring once, twice...
'Who is this?' demanded a slightly grumpy voice.
'Mr Parker,' Jarod's voice was loud and certain as he spoke to the air. 'It seems you have misplaced your daughter. I've just come to return her.'
There was a click and they all heard the dial tone. Jarod smiled grimly behind the dark glasses he wore. Parker cocked her gun. 'Right, the lot of you, in the corner,' she commanded them, idly waving her gun at the stunned employees. They rapidly complied, clearing the foyer. This part of the plan had been at Jarod's demand, minimising the risk of innocents getting hurt.
There was a loud noise behind them as a metal cover slid down over the exit, preventing escape. Neither Parker nor Jarod batted and eyelid but if Parker had ever doubted the existence of telepathy, she seriously rethought it in that moment as she felt Jarod's anxiety skyrocket. He hated being imprisoned in any way.
They only had to wait a few moments before sweepers burst out the lift, followed by Mr Parker. Raines wasn't there. The Centre sweepers pulled up short upon realising that they each had at least gun trained on each of them but Mr Parker did not acknowledge Jarod and Parker's small army. He only had eyes for his daughter.
'Angel. Thank god you're safe. Lyle has been punished of course.'
A faint smile graced Parker's face. 'Daddy, I know there was a time when I would have fallen for that, but do you really have to continue insulting my intelligence?'
'B...but Ang-' he was cut of by Jarod's raised hand. 'Hmm. It seems that she doesn't want returning.' Said Jarod casually.
'What can I say' said Parker, 'Jarod has showed me the error of my ways.'
'Angel, everything he tells you is lies. He will say you anything to get information about his family.'
'Sorry Daddy.' She hefted her gun. Mr Parker went white. Parker couldn't help a small sardonic chuckle. 'If you love me that much, why is it you believe that I'd actually shoot you?' she asked. She didn't give him a chance to answer, but indicated to a pair of the thugs that guarded her and Jarod. They had been briefed thoroughly on what to do and stepped forward to relieve the sweepers of their weapons. Mr Parker was patted down, and a small pistol was extracted from an ankle holster.
Once they had all been rendered harmless, they were sent to sit in the corner with the secretaries. Jarod, Parker, and all but two of their guards then got in the elevator. The other two were left to keep a very alert eye, and two high powered guns trained on the chairman and his cronies.
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TBC...
Disclaimer: Let me see... Eurrm. No, I don't own it. And let me see... No, I never said I did. It was you who were making all these assumptions. Just calm yourself.
Day Seven
The double doors of the main entrance of the Centre swung open and the worst nightmares of the chairman strode through the doors. Jarod's long leather coat streamed out behind him, snapping and cracking in time to his resounding footsteps. Easily keeping pace was a gun toting Parker, wearing tight leather and a dangerously impassive expression behind dark glasses that masked her eyes. Behind them came a swarm of equally well armed thugs that spread out to cover the two in the lead, taking positions that covered all angles of attack.
Jarod surveyed the massive marble lobby, occupied by only a few shocked secretaries and other insignificant underlings. A sheet of paper slid off a desk and zigzagged slowly to the floor. Jarod's sharp eyes picked out the one he was looking for. He was simply a secretary but he had been repeatedly simmed, as had every one present in the foyer, to provide diamond clear foreknowledge of how the scene would play out. Ted Riley was the one who had been the most likely to obey an order from this new power.
'You' commanded Jarod, in a voice that was quiet and loud at the same time. 'y-yes sssssir.' Riley was stuttering so hard he could barely talk.
'Get me a line up to Mr Parker's office. Speakerphone.'
The secretary frantically punched the number in then pressed the speakerphone button. Every one in the large lobby silently listened to it ring once, twice...
'Who is this?' demanded a slightly grumpy voice.
'Mr Parker,' Jarod's voice was loud and certain as he spoke to the air. 'It seems you have misplaced your daughter. I've just come to return her.'
There was a click and they all heard the dial tone. Jarod smiled grimly behind the dark glasses he wore. Parker cocked her gun. 'Right, the lot of you, in the corner,' she commanded them, idly waving her gun at the stunned employees. They rapidly complied, clearing the foyer. This part of the plan had been at Jarod's demand, minimising the risk of innocents getting hurt.
There was a loud noise behind them as a metal cover slid down over the exit, preventing escape. Neither Parker nor Jarod batted and eyelid but if Parker had ever doubted the existence of telepathy, she seriously rethought it in that moment as she felt Jarod's anxiety skyrocket. He hated being imprisoned in any way.
They only had to wait a few moments before sweepers burst out the lift, followed by Mr Parker. Raines wasn't there. The Centre sweepers pulled up short upon realising that they each had at least gun trained on each of them but Mr Parker did not acknowledge Jarod and Parker's small army. He only had eyes for his daughter.
'Angel. Thank god you're safe. Lyle has been punished of course.'
A faint smile graced Parker's face. 'Daddy, I know there was a time when I would have fallen for that, but do you really have to continue insulting my intelligence?'
'B...but Ang-' he was cut of by Jarod's raised hand. 'Hmm. It seems that she doesn't want returning.' Said Jarod casually.
'What can I say' said Parker, 'Jarod has showed me the error of my ways.'
'Angel, everything he tells you is lies. He will say you anything to get information about his family.'
'Sorry Daddy.' She hefted her gun. Mr Parker went white. Parker couldn't help a small sardonic chuckle. 'If you love me that much, why is it you believe that I'd actually shoot you?' she asked. She didn't give him a chance to answer, but indicated to a pair of the thugs that guarded her and Jarod. They had been briefed thoroughly on what to do and stepped forward to relieve the sweepers of their weapons. Mr Parker was patted down, and a small pistol was extracted from an ankle holster.
Once they had all been rendered harmless, they were sent to sit in the corner with the secretaries. Jarod, Parker, and all but two of their guards then got in the elevator. The other two were left to keep a very alert eye, and two high powered guns trained on the chairman and his cronies.
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TBC...