Part 2: The Party
Frank stood in front of the mirror in his quarters humming happily to himself as he adjusted the bow tie on his tuxedo. Then walking over to his desk he opened the center drawer and pulled out a small rectangular box that was wrapped in shiny silver paper and shoved it into his pocket. Then with one last check of his cufflinks he walked out the door and down the hallway. He moved cautiously trying to avoid being seen. Just when he thought he was home free he rounded a corner and ran head on into Ramsey.
"Going somewhere Parker." Before Frank could answer he was grabbed by to of Ramsey's guard dogs and Hauled into the briefing room. Where Talmadge was talking with Olga.
"Bradley," gloated Ramsey, "I caught our delinquent trying to sneak out again."
"A tuxedo Frank," said Donovan, "Hot date tonight?"
"Very funny," retorted Frank noticing that Olga wasn't amused by that joke.
"Where were you trying to go, Parker?" said Talmadge looking Irritated.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Replied Frank Just then Ramsey grabbed something out of Frank's suit coat it was the silver wrapped package and a white envelope.
"What have we here?" he sneered, he opened the envelope inside was an elegant invitation that read simply.
Papa Frank,
They are celebrating my birthday in Las Vegas. At 7pm in the
Palace Hotel ballroom, Please, please come if at all possible but if you can't I'll understand.
Your Loving goddaughter,
Bridgett.
"Mr. Parker," snapped Olga shaking her head in disgust, "that is lowest stunt you have ever pulled, pretending to be this girls long-lost godfather just to get off the base for awhile. Did you really think a forged invitation and fake present would fool us?"
"Take Parker back to his quarters and keep him there." Snapped Talmadge.
Frank didn't say anything he just scowled as he was led out the door.
Frank paced angrily in his room trying to think of something it was nearly 6:15pm and he was locked in his quarters with two guards outside the door. It wasn't until he had flung himself down in his bed in exasperation that he saw it, the large air vent in the ceiling. Smiling to himself he slipped up next to the security camera while staying out of the line of sight. Then he switched on a little device that he had put on the camera sometime ago it would feed the camera a continuous loop of him fuming and pacing. Then standing on his desk he pulled himself up into the air vent. Once he was in the ventilation shaft he pulled himself along until he emerged onto the roof. Looking around he saw the scaffold that the men working on the roof had left there. Quick as a wink he climbed down the scaffolding and jimmied the lock on the door of the nearest car, which happened to be Olga's. Slipping into the drivers seat he hotwired it.
"Olga's going to regret working late tonight," one half of his brain snickered while the other half of his brain said,
"You do realize that Olga is going to nail your hide to the wall when she finds out!" Frank mentally told both halves to shut up.
A battery of reporters from every paper you could think of crowded around the young countess as she sat cross- legged on a tall bar stool in the ballroom sipping pink lemonade. Though young in age and quite the tomboy she was a pro and handling the press. That skill came from the time she had inherited her grandfather's estate and been in the news for being the richest and youngest Countess in the world. Her Grandfather had left his fortune to her when he died in honor of her dead mother, his only daughter.
"Countess O'Mearin," said one of the reporters, "Tell us more about this mysterious godfather of yours." Bridgett put down her lemonade and smiled,
"Well," she said in a voice that had a soft Irish lilt, "He's your typical tall dark and handsome and like I told you before the work he does really secret agent type stuff he was a prisoner for a while after his last mission but they finally found him brought him home, but I still don't know exactly where he is."
"Sounds like he leads and exciting life." Said one of the reporters.
"Yes," said Bridgett, "I once told him that he should right an autobiography or memoirs or something like that, you know make a book out of it, but then I realized that wouldn't be such a good idea because he'd have to kill anyone who actually read the book." A ripple of laugher went through the reporters.
Suddenly the interview was interrupted by the sound of someone singing.
"Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Bridgett, Happy Birthday to you."
Bridgett jumped to her feet at the sound of the voice and looked around excitedly. Frank appeared from around behind the reporters as he finished his song.
"You made it!!" Squealed Bridgett as she launched her self into Frank's arms and smothered him with kisses. Frank spun her around before sitting her on the ground.
"I told you I be here by hook or crook," replied Frank with a grin. Just then to security guards came running in and spoke with agent Weston the chief of security. He motioned to two of his guards and all at once they grabbed Frank on both-sides.
"Hey!" said Bridgett, "What the Heck is going on here."
"This man doesn't have and invitation, Countess," said Agent Weston, "he punched out the doorman to get in here."
"I don't care if he punched out the bloody prime minister," snapped Bridgett, "you better take you hands off my godfather or I'll have you three busted so low you'll be saying yes sir to the janitor!!"
"Your godfather?" said Weston,
"Yes," said Bridgett holding up a picture of her sitting on Franks lap when she was several years younger. Immediately the guards let go of Frank's arms and began to dust of his jacket.
"Terribly sorry about that Mr. Parker," they said.
"Get outta here!" snapped Frank and the guards scurried away.
MEANWHILE BACK AT N.N.L..."Ramsey walked up to Frank's quarters carrying a tray of food and motioned for the to guards to stand aside.
"Parker," he said, "Here's you din-," He stopped short when realized the room was empty.
"PARKER!!!" the thundered. Then he spotted a note lying on the table he picked it up and read:
Q: what carry's a tray of food, yells at the ceiling and is dumb as a doorknob?"
A: Nathan Ramsey.
Ramsey threw down the note and stormed out telling the guards to search the base from top to bottom 5 min later he stormed into Talmadge's office Just as Talmadge was handing some papers to Olga.
"Parker's gone again." Talmadge groaned and Olga rolled her eyes, but before she realized a chuckle escaped from her pursed lips.
"I'm glad you think this is funny," snapped Ramsey, "because he stole your car and your I.D. number to get out the emergency exit in the back gate." Olga went from amused to furious in a split second.
"When I get my hands on him!" she fumed
"Ramsey," said Talmadge use the Sat -com to track Olga's car.
Frank and Bridgett collapsed into their seats after their third dance.
"How about a drink?" said Frank,
"Sounds good," said Bridgett, "I'll take a lemonade, and make it a double."
Frank smiled and walked toward the Bar. Just as he was returning from the bar with their drinks he heard,
"Hold it right there, Parker."
"Shove it, Ramsey," He snapped with out even turning around. He continued toward Bridgett. Suddenly there was a gunshot. And Bridgett screamed as frank went down with a bullet hole in his leg. Ramsey walk up to Frank Holstering his gun, but just as he grabbed Frank Bridgett ran up and shoved both of her hands palm up into Ramsey's chest. There was a flash like white electricity and Ramsey was blown back against the wall. He slammed into the wall and dropped to the floor shuddering like a man who had been hit by lightning!
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