Chapter 6:
Friday 20th January 2012
Outside Rosewood, PA
1130 hours
"All de people down Kingston Town y'know
All de people go Jump up! Waving arms about weaving in and out
It's so easy to Jump up! Take a pretty girl make her whirl
And then both begin again Jump up!
Hold her very tight, then for all de night
You'll be doin' the Jump up!Jump up! Jump up!
Jamaica
Jump up! Jump up!
Jamaica
Jump up music
I'll make yer never want to stop
Jump up
Together!"
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The sounds of Bryon Lee and the Dragonaires had rang out through the motel room, Jameson was exercising intensely since he had awoken.
He had enjoyed the old songs that he had heard from the James Bond films. He was a great fan of the Sean Connery era noting the classic songs like Underneath the Mango Tree, Thunderball and You Only Live Twice. He held no favourites of the James Bond films but he was interested in the fashion style and based it upon the 40s, 50s and early 60s.
His parents understood Jameson's idea in fashion, they had often encouraged him to follow his grandfather Jameson Bacciarelli who had served valiantly in the US Marine Corps from June 1941 to September 1945 with the 1st Marine Division. Jameson Sr then went onto the NYPD in 1946 and served until 1949. He returned to the 1st Marine Division and served a further 10 years before returning to the police department in 1959.
Jameson Jr had always been close with his grandfather, he and his grandfather had always been noblemen, they had an air about them that often said they were proud of their family and had always honoured an agreement.
But they were violently protective of their families, they often had to throw a punch that would make someone think twice about taking them on.
Jameson only wore a black vest with a pair of sweatpants. He had been keeping in shape by doing press ups, sit ups and standing on his head for periods of time. Jameson always concentrated on his exercises, he had the perfect focus ability, nobody could match it.
After 5 minutes Jameson got off his head and stood up on horizontal ground, he stood against the wall so that he could stay steady.
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1245 Hours
After about an hour, Jameson put on a sports shirt, his half-zip fleece and his running shoes. He pocketed his phone, wallet and the room key.
He walked out of the room, he did some stretches against the wall, he then set off at a jogging pace.
He had been jogging for 30 minutes when he had reached town, he stopped to take a breather as he pushed the strands of hair away, he walked at a steady pace for a few moments, he then changed his pace and turned it into a jogging pace once again.
Soon he heard a voice alongside him that said, "Afternoon Jameson."
Spencer was alongside him she wore a white shirt with a green fleece and a pair of sweats.
Jameson had said, "Afternoon, how'd you sleep?" "Pretty good. How about you?" Spencer asked.
Jameson had thought about his answer as he said, "Sounds of Underneath the Mango Tree lulled me to sleep. It's my favourite song."
"Why?" Spencer asked.
Jameson laughed, "I like Mangos." Spencer laughed, "That's all?" "It's a great song." Jameson said.
"You're very cryptic about what you love." Spencer said. Jameson laughed, "A little mystery never hurt anybody."
Spencer got an idea on her face as she said, "Race you down to my house." "While that sounds intriguing, I do have an advantage…" Jameson replied.
"What's that?" Spencer asked.
Jameson got a teasing smile on his face as he took off. Spencer gaped as she shouted, "Hey!"
Jameson laughed as he ran along the path towards Spencer's house, as he stopped just near the garden. He put his hands on his hips as Spencer caught up, she looked out of breath before saying, "That's cheating!"
"Why Miss Hastings, I simply got you to lower your defences and I took the lead. First rule: Never lower your guard down." Jameson replied cheekily.
Spencer laughed as she said, "That's not funny. Obviously kept in shape. Never leaves you."
"I always beat my brother by a close chase… but you kept up well." Jameson replied. Spencer looked up with a smirk, "A way of sparing my feelings."
"And keeping your pride intact." Jameson finished.
"Would you like something to eat?" Spencer asked. Jameson replied, "I'm afraid, I hafta decline… I don't have a spare of clothes."
"I can drive you back after you eat." Spencer said.
Jameson sighed, "Sure, I guess."
"After 2 years, I thought you'd want to sample a bit of my breakfast." Spencer said. Jameson nodded, "Well you did say that it was quite good."
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Spencer nodded as the pair walked into the house, Spencer had said, "Mom and Dad aren't in, but they won't be back till later. Much later anyway."
Jameson nodded, "I remember my Ma worked all day in a bakery wouldn't come home till 8. My Dad till about 9 in the evening."
"You cooked for your siblings…?" Spencer asked. Jameson nodded, "I was only 14 when I had to start cooking after my siblings. I looked after them since I was 5 years old. Promised myself I'd keep 'em all safe."
"You never speak about your mother… where's she?" Spencer said.
Jameson looked out at the window as he said, "My Ma died when I was in the Marines. She was killed March 2002, illnesses from the disaster. Dad was torn up about her death, Lena and Natalia mourned her. My brother and I… well we did some things that we just couldn't think about."
"Sorry about your Mom. From what you'd said about her, she definitely was the best mom in your eyes." Spencer said. Jameson nodded, "She worked the hardest to make sure we'd have food and clothing. She always made time to be there for us."
Spencer smiled softly, "Every parent does what they can to make sure that their child is well enough, making sure they have food and clothing. That's all that a family need." "It is, isn't it?" Jameson said.
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The pair of them eat something for lunch, Spencer had showered as she dressed in a blue dress, yellow cardigan and a pair of boots.
She came down the stairs as Spencer said, "Ready?" "When you are…" Jameson said.
The pair walk to the front door as it opens, Spencer's sister Melissa appears as she says, "Spencer… hey, sorry I came to pick up something, are Mom and Dad around?"
"They went to work early, but I've got something to do and I'll come and help you." Spencer said.
Melissa notices Jameson as she says, "Who's this?"
"This is Jameson… my…" Spencer stutters.
Jameson jumps in smiling, "Her boyfriend! I'm Spencer's boyfriend." "A pleasure Jameson. Spencer never told me about you or said you were visiting…" Melissa said flirting with him.
"It was a surprise visit… I just got back from overseas. I'm just on business in town." Jameson said quickly.
Melissa licked her lips before saying, "Are you always travelling overseas?" "They call, I go. I occasionally solve problems." Jameson said a little nervous, he knew Melissa was flirting with him.
Spencer's brown eyes flared in anger as she said in a sincere tone, "Can we go, Melissa please? And Jameson may I talk to you… darling?" she said the 'darling' bit with a bite in her voice.
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Spencer and Jameson hurried to her car as they got in, Jameson turned back to the door as he saw Melissa flirtatiously waving bye to him.
He didn't respond as Spencer said, "That bitch. Thinks she can flirt with you." "If it makes you feel better, I didn't flirt with her." Jameson said.
"That makes me feel better. But did you have to call yourself my boyfriend?" Spencer asked. Jameson then said, "I admit, I had to say something that wouldn't cause your 'sister' to call the cops on me for trespassing."
Spencer nodded, "That's fair, I'm sorry about Melissa." "Don't apologise. I've known it's better to ignore anything that could compromise a relationship."
Spencer looked at him with wonder as he elaborated, "A relationship is based on honesty. Everyone wants to have the same thing, an open, loving, and compassionate relationship where they are free to express themselves and fall in love… the right way."
"I remember you said something like that." Spencer said.
Jameson nods, "I did. I once said it in a letter I corresponded to you last year."
"What made you wait to fall in love…?"
"All the girls that I knew from high school, they only wanted one thing from me… they wanted to be with me because of my family name. they wanted the benefits that came with it… I didn't want my family to be used as pawns."
"How'd your family take it?" Spencer asked. Jameson then said, "I never told them why I never had a girlfriend… I made them all guess… you can imagine it gets tiring."
Spencer chuckled as she said, "Sounds difficult…" "You've no idea." Jameson laughed.
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They had arrived at the motel where Jameson stayed at, they walked into the room as Jameson got into the shower. While he was in the shower, Spencer asked, "So where is it, you've got to go to get Alison out?"
"Somewhere upstate." Jameson called out through the door as he got ready. He had slipped on a pair of black slacks, he had put on a white dress shirt, dark tie. He had a pair of suspenders already on over his shirt.
He walked out of the bathroom as Spencer saw him.
She felt desire rush through her looking at Jameson as she actually drooled.
Jameson smirked as he said, "Something you like?" "You look… handsome." Spencer smirked.
"I appreciate the compliment, Spencer." Jameson said.
The pair bid each other goodbye as Jameson kissed Spencer on the cheek. He checked his watch, noticing the time was 1605 hours.
Jameson slipped his gun holster on making sure his Beretta was secure. He then put his suit jacket making sure his shirt sleeve was just in view. He walked out of the motel room and locked it.
He clutched the bag in his hand as he got in the car. He equipped himself with a earpiece as he said, "Testing, testing. Bravo-1, you copy?"
"Bravo-1 here. Reading you loud and clear Jameson. You getting on the move?" Michael asked.
Jameson then replied, "Copy Bravo-1. Getting on the move now, is Bravo-2 at the site?"
A new voice appears saying, "This is Bravo-2, get on the move Jameson! Freezing my ass out here."
Jameson smirked, he then got on the move heading out to the oilfield a few towns up the road.
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An hour on the road, he then called John Harper and said, "I'm on the way to the oilfield. How far are you?"
"1 hour away. See you soon." Harper said.
Jameson ended the call as he continued to drive all the way to Midway Oilfield.
It was now night time over the scrapyard, Jameson and Harper's cars pulled in, Harper's car was in front as Jameson's was behind.
The pair exited their vehicles, Jameson shrugged his jacket off as he pulled out his M16A4, he cocked it back as Harper said, "Never leave home without an M16." "Doubt I'll need it, but you never know."
Harper nodded as he checked his watch.
Jameson looked at him before saying, "Nervous?" "No, just thinkin'. I'm doin' a good thin' here."
"You're risking the lives of others. But whoever gets killed, blood is on our hands as it always is." Jameson said.
Harper nodded, "Just like the war… we always had blood on our hands."
Jameson just stayed silent as John asked, "Do you ever think we're home or do you think we've swapped the Middle East for another battleground?"
"I don't like thinkin' about it." Jameson said before continuing, "But I do know that wherever we are… we'll never leave the war behind."
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Soon the sound of motors rumbles ahead as Jameson said, "This them?" "Convoy of 2 vehicles. This is them."
1 black BMW is in view as Jameson said, "They make a move… go right… steer clear my line of fire."
The exchange began as one man opened the door for the leader, he had a clean-shaven head, he wore an expensive suit dark suit with a red tie.
Jameson watched from his spot standing by for any quick movements, he then whispered softly, "You gettin' all of this?"
"Loud and clear. They've exchanged the money, 50,000 bucks." Michael said.
Jameson nodded, "Days like this make me wonder how they can do it and sleep easy at night." "It's a mystery." Michael said.
The exchange concluded as the suit asked, "Where's the girl?"
"Warehouse in Philadelphia, over on Fox St. My people are watching over her." Harper said.
The suit nodded, "Pleasure doin' business."
"It's just like Christmas morning." Harper said.
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Suddenly, a boom was heard.
The suit and Harper were on the ground with a hole in them.
Jameson ducked behind Harper's car as the suit's bodyguards were killed. Jameson called out, "Where'd those shots come from?!"
"Didn't come from me. Searchin' for the shooter."
Jameson took a peek as he said, "Shots were far, they were dead before they heard the shot."
He saw a glimpse of a light as he ducked when the shot hit the vehicle, he took cover by.
He then said, "Thomas, he's on the apartment building, across from our location. Top floor. You got a shot?"
"Got him." Thomas said. A shot was fired and Thomas soon said, "Target dead."
"Michael, tell me you got the location of Alison?" Jameson said as he walked towards the bodies.
"Fox Street, in Philadelphia. Giuseppe's enroute now." Michael said.
Thomas then said, "Let's hope he gets there quick." "Let's get ready to cover his ass when he gets back to Rosewood." Jameson said.