Chapter 3 is on. I hope you enjoy this one.
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Chapter 3:
Thursday 19th 2012
Outskirts of Rosewood, PA
1359 Hours
Jameson was driving into Rosewood, at a slow speed, he had been driving for over 2 hours from Staten Island to Rosewood, PA. Jameson wore a dark grey suit, with a dark tie, grey slacks and a pair of black suits.
He looked to be impeccably dressed as he always was. As soon as he drove into Rosewood, he pulled out his phone and called Giuseppe who answered immediately, "I'm just starting my journey."
"Take the long way around, you should arrive by around 1720 hours, if not later." Jameson replied.
Giuseppe then asked, "This way, it doesn't arouse suspicion, I assume?" "Very astute. I see your brother did not exaggerate of your skill." Jameson replied.
"Glad to know I haven't disappointed." Giuseppe teased. Jameson chuckled, "See you in a few hours."
Giuseppe echoed the reply before ending the call. Jameson continued to drive into Rosewood. He stopped for a few minutes at a place called the Apple Rose Grille. He pulled on an overcoat and continued inside, he looked around the place noting its customers were mostly youngster age.
He took a seat at one of the tables before reading a menu that was on the table.
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Spencer Hastings, along with Aria Montgomery and Hanna Marin had walked in the door, Spencer was currently saddened by the fact Toby had dumped her and soon left town.
Aria asked concernedly, "Have you spoken to Toby since he left town?" "No, no word from him… I think he's called it quits."
"Maybe you need to take your mind off it… maybe just spend a meaningless night with someone to get it off your mind." Hanna suggested.
"I'm not doin' that Hanna. I just want to forget what has happened." Spencer replied. Hanna eyed somebody sitting at a table in front of them as she said, "How about him?"
Spencer stared over at the man who was reading over a menu, he wore a dark suit, with a white shirt and a dark tie. He wore a dark overcoat. Brown hair was neatly styled, he didn't have a beard, he was clean shaven, he was very handsome with dark brown eyes.
There was no indication that the man was married but noticed no ring on his fingers. Soon a waitress had walked over and took the man's order who just ordered a black coffee and some food.
The menu was taken from him and he looked around, he then nodded towards her as she nodded back.
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Jameson stared back at the beautiful brunette woman, he noticed the darkness in her eyes, she was quite young and had a slim figure. Jameson turned his attention to his phone and just looked at it.
But from the corner of his eye, he couldn't take his mind of the brunette. Noticing her classy style, she looked to be very successful and smart.
He then thought to himself, "Cute girl like her, she's obviously got plenty of boys vying for her attention anyway."
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Spencer stared at the man who sipped from his drink, he tapped his cup with some content. He looked lost in his own world. It looked like he was facing an inner-conflict in his own soul.
Hanna smirked as she noticed the man staring at Spencer with a smile on his face. Hanna groaned before saying, "I got to admit, he's your type. Smart, successful and intelligent. But wow… does he rock a suit?"
"He's definitely got charm and style… he could pass off for being a noble." Spencer said nonchalantly. Aria turns to stare at him as she then says, "He's definitely got the charm for it. He looks somewhat like that noble on The Vampire Diaries. You know… the hot, smooth and sexy original?"
Spencer makes a face and smacks Aria on the arm before saying, "How about you and Mr Fitz, how are things goin'?"
"They ended long ago, 2 months to be precise. It ended horribly… we had our secrets and it's what drove us apart." Aria replied looking down at her salad.
Spencer feels a little sympathetic saying, "I'm sorry, Aria. Things will get better. You'll find somebody again. Somebody will love you."
"Thanks Spence." Aria said.
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Jameson stares over at the brunette girl, noticing how compassionate she was towards her friend. That kind of kindness that he saw in his own siblings.
It had been a long while since he had seen such compassion, but it had helped to alleviate some of the weight he had felt on his own heart.
He saw the brunette walk over to him as he heard her say, "Forgive me, but is anyone… sitting here?"
Jameson looked up and said, "Nobody else is here. Please you can sit…"
The brunette nodded, "Thanks. I doubt you ever hear this… but are you new in town?"
"Only here on some business. Gotta help a fella with a job." Jameson said. The brunette nodded before leaning in to his ear, "Too bad you aren't here for pleasure."
"Not the kinda fella to go looking for pleasure. I'd like to know people better and see where it goes." Jameson whispered with a smirk on his face.
The brunette takes a seat before saying, "I'm Spencer Hastings."
"Jameson Bacciarelli. If you're wondering… I'm born and raised in the City of New York. Staten Island." Jameson introduced offering his hand.
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Spencer took the hand and felt the roughness of his palm. It was very calloused and hardened. It told her something about Jameson that he was a very determined hard-working man who came from a hard and honest background.
Spencer smiled deeply into his chestnut brown eyes. She noticed the scar on his hand wondering how he had gotten it.
Jameson looked down at his hand before saying, "Guess you're curious 'bout the scar?"
"How'd you get it?"
Jameson shrugged, "Got into a fight with a guy overseas. He didn't appreciate me in his homeland."
"You served?" Spencer asked. Jameson nodded, "Marines, 14 years. Joined in '98, now I'm in the reserves."
"Thank you for your service." Spencer replied. Jameson nodded, "It's a family duty. My grandpas did their part. My Dad did his part for years, me and my brother did ours."
Spencer then asked, "Your brother, what's he like?" "He was a pain in the ass. But he was one of the best Marines I had the privilege to fight alongside."
Spencer noticed his use of 'was' like he spoke in the past tense, she wondered if something had happened between Jameson and his brother as she asked, "Your use of past tense 'was', you say it like you don't speak to each other…"
Jameson looked into the distance, he flashed back to November 2010, he was alongside his brother Stefan in Afghanistan when he was killed in combat. Jameson and Stefan had cleared a potential village of hostiles, but a young Marine who was hopped on adrenaline and scared out of his mind, but had a criminal record, shot and killed Stefan.
Jameson in a fit of rage, killed the Marine in cold blood. It haunted him deeply knowing he couldn't bring his brother home alongside him.
Jameson then replied, "My brother died 2 years ago. Afghanistan. He was a good man; he was a good friend and he was a good Marine."
"I'm sorry for your loss. Do you have any other siblings?" Spencer asked.
Jameson nodded pulling a picture out of his pocket, he handed it to Spencer who stared at the picture of him and his siblings. Spencer noted that Stefan and Jameson were both twin brothers dressed in their Marine Blues, she also noticed two other brunettes standing with them, all with smiles on their face.
"Sisters?" Spencer asked. Jameson replied nodding, "My younger sisters, Lena and Natalia. Lena named after my mother. Natalia after our Polish Grandmother."
"So, you're of Polish and Italian ancestry." Spencer guessed. Jameson smiled, "Very astute. My mother's grandfather fought for the Polish Army in 1939-1940. After the Battle of Britain, he was a Soldier with the British Army, he joined because he was a fighter and he prayed for freedom constantly."
Spencer nodded for Jameson to continue his story, "During the war, he met a girl named Adrianna who was French, she was a baker in Paris. She hated Germany, but was overjoyed to see the city liberated. They fell in love and married quickly. Moved to the states in '47 and continued to fight for freedom."
"You fight for freedom too?" Spencer asked. Jameson nodded, "I fought for freedom and I fought to protect the one thing that I have dearly loved… it was my family that I fought for."
Spencer couldn't tell if what she felt was real, was she falling for this charming, handsome and noble US Marine or was she beginning to imagine something entirely different about him.
Jameson then asked, "Tell me a bit 'bout yourself, Spencer. I'd like to know you?"
"I was born and raised in Rosewood since I was born, I have an older sister named Melissa. My parents are lawyers." Spencer replied.
"I assume, you desire to follow in the same steps…" Jameson theorised. Spencer nodded, "I'm interested in it. Being a voice for the people instead of defending the criminal."
Jameson said laughing, "That'd make a lotta cops happy to hear." "You desire to be a cop?" Spencer asked.
"Family legacy. My grandfathers were cops, my Dad was a cop, I'm hopin' to get in the academy." Jameson replied. Spencer nodded, "That's a very honourable thing to do, wanting to be a cop."
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Spencer smiled as Jameson looked up to see a waitress who handed him the bill. He pulled out his wallet and paid for his food. After putting his wallet away, he then said, "Do you know of a motel or a hotel around town… I've been on the go since morning and I don't know where closest one is."
"There's a motel outside of Rosewood. I'm sorry."
"I actually don't mind. If you see a tall gentleman walk in, he has dusty-blonde hair, blue eyes and a brooding look on his face, as in always a deep thinker. Tell your friends not to flirt with him." Jameson answered.
Spencer laughed, "I'll try to tell 'em not to flirt."
"I'd appreciate it." Jameson looked at his watch before saying, "I better get a move on."
Spencer then pulled out a pen and paper as she wrote something down before saying, "Jameson."
Jameson turned and took the paper from Spencer that had her number and a little message saying 'Call me.'
Jameson laughed, "This is going to be fun."
After he collected the phone number Jameson handed his number to Spencer who nodded. Jameson then made his way out of the café and he got into his car, he then drove in the opposite direction and ended up at the Motel that was outside of town.
He immediately booked a room and entered the room he was assigned to.
Once he set his duffel bag on the bed, he pulled his M9 Beretta out and took out the clip inside. He cocked the weapon and put it on the bed.
He opened the duffel bag and pulled out his M16A4, he pulled out his ammunition, he clapped it against his hand before softly saying to himself, "1 M16 with 4 magazines of ammo, 5 clips for the Beretta. 195 bullets in total. Enough for a small skirmish. But not enough against an army. How many people does Harper have with him?"
He then pulled out his journal and began to write inside it.
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"Dear Diary,
Arrived in the town of Rosewood, PA today. Small nice suburban town in the middle of the Pennsylvanian State is very peaceful and unfazed by the horrors that have gone on in other parts of the world.
But like every state in the US, many of folks have often went to serve their country or protect the peace in their own way. I never understood quiet.
Firefights never scared me, but whenever the bullets stopped flying, it was like my radar was up constantly. It was like I became a different person instantly.
Meeting that girl Spencer Hastings has brought somethin' to me. Somethin' I haven't felt in a long time. I'll need to tread carefully around this new found companion."
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Jameson closed his journal after writing inside it.
He heard his phone bleep a message, he opened it to find an unknown number had texted him.
"You should have stayed away, now you and your friends have walked into the firin' line. I know everythin'. -A."
Jameson picks up his Beretta and loads it. He pulls out his phone and calls Giuseppe who answers quickly, "I'm in town, Brother."
"Good, find a place in town, stay alert. 'Seppe, stay strapped. I have a horrible feelin'… we've walked into a battlefield." Jameson says. Giuseppe asked, "Whaddya mean?"
Jameson rubs a hand over his face, "Unknown number popped up and text me, they know our fireteam's here."
"How'd they find out? Nobody shoulda known we were here." Giuseppe replied.
Emily's voice then says, "A. A knows everything."
Giuseppe's voice mutters, "Son of a bitch."
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Now that their presence in town is known, how does Jameson handle the heat knowing the only he can trust are his fellow veterans?
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