Ch. 2
Disclaimer: Same as before
"I have an assignment for you," said the boss of the Viands. She eyed the boss suspiciously. "I want you to go stateside and eliminate two of the CIA's top agents."
"I don't do assaninations," she said in a cold tone. "I am a bounty hunter. I find objects of value and people of importance."
"Yet you have no problem eliminating those who interfere with plans," said the Boss, staring her down. Fighting the urge to look away she answered in a firm voice,
"I only eliminate those who interfere when it is absolutely necessary."
"These people are interfering with my plans," said the Boss.
"I'm not interested," she said rising from her chair and striding for the door. "Get one of your other flunkies to do it."
"These people are the ones who separated you from your parents, and abandoned you as a babe," said the Boss lyrically. She was on him in three strides and had him by the lapels.
"Don't you dare bring my parents into play!" she roared. "I will kill you if you do."
"Juliet, my dear," said the Boss in a desperate voice.
"Don't call me that," she said slamming him into the wall. "Juliet is dead." She stormed out of the office and onto the busy office of the outskirts of Vienna.
She bumped into a couple walking down the streets.
"Oh, sorry please es escuse me I did not look and see what was in front of me," she said as she inadvertently lifted the man's wallet and hurried down the street. The man turned and watched her hurry away.
"Vaughn don't," said the woman who was with him.
"But that was her," said Vaughn. "She's here in Vienna..."
"I know," said the woman rising up on her toes and kissing him. "I know, but know is not the time."
She sat on the stairs of a flat and opened the wallet and read the identification card; Michael C. Vaughn and it gave his address in the States. Examining the contents of the wallet she found a mix of Austrian and American money, as well as two pictures: one was of the woman he was with; and the second was a computer print out of a picture of herself with the word's mine and Syd's daughter scrawled across the base in ink. She dropped the wallet like it was hot. Then carefully picking it up again, she entered the nearby convince store and made photocopies of his id and the two pictures. Finishing she walked down the street to the U.S. Embassy and walking to the receptionists desk said,
"I found this wallet on the street. The owner is American, I wonder if you could return it to him."
"Of course dear," said the receptionist placing a slip of paper on the desk in front of her. "If you could just sign this slip, we'll call it square." Without thinking she wrote Juliet V.B. Donahue on the line provided, leaving the wallet she left and headed to her own flat.