Thieves of a feather: Chapter 8
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ONE IMPORTANT NOTE: A very graphic scene in Will Part in Paragraph three it will be separated by a line so please if you hate wither art or blood or women please skip it and do not report me because I have no back up copies of my stories. Let me know and I will take it off my self. I got the scene by the way from the movie The Shape of Things.
Boris Demitri was now sitting in a corner booth of the Club called The Red Clover, drinking a double vodka tonic. The club was mostly a sports bar, dimmed in red lights that served Irish and French food an odd combination but one that worked, the place was packed with native and foreign patronage. He would not be noticed. He had arrived an hour and three drinks ago, the bartender giving him an Escargot on the man he was meeting's tab and was informed that Mickey would join him soon.
Suddenly, a mousy man who was wearing a long brown trench coat, three sizes too big and dark brown sunglasses sat across from Boris.
"You do realize that you draw more attention to yourzelf drezzed that way, don't you?" Boris asked, reaching over and snatching the black Fedora hat from Mickey's head to throw it in the corner of the booth.
Mickey just hid his face in his coat a bit more, his eyes darting everywhere every few seconds. He responded in a low voice.
"Well I cannot be seen, it could be treason they would get me for." His eyes darted back and forth as the waitress dropped off another vodka tonic for Boris, who rolled his eyes.
"Well then juzt tell me what you know. I have zpent far too muzh time in this joke of a plaze." Boris finished the last of the Escargot and took a gulp of his drink.
"Well it turns out after you stole from the government, the British decided to hide the other part with the prime minister. And I found out he gave it to someone else- to whom I don't know."
Boris cut him off and slammed his drink on the table. He threw an envelope at Mickey and grabbing his coat he stomped out of the place. He knew who had it and he was so pissed he let the little bitch get kidnapped after he had done the kidnapping. But right now he needed to talk to Barbossa and come up with a new plan.
Driving up to a local McDonalds he stopped in front of the phone booth. Barbossa had now directed all calls be made from a payphone. He quickly pulled out a phone card since he was lacking in change and dialed Barbossa's home. It rang only once before it was answered.
"Yes," Barbossa answered, he was never one for pleasantries, if he was pleasant it could be taken as a warning of something very bad. Boris, having drunk four vodka tonics, was tipsy enough to forget his fear of Barbossa and gave him an order.
"This is Demitri, meet me at my house in three days, we have business to discuss, Hector." Boris hung up the phone, not giving Barbossa any time to respond and quickly got back in his car to drive home managing to bribe every cop that stopped him for speeding and driving on the wrong side of the road.
Lieutenant Will Turner, having made up his mind to follow up on the case and track Miss Swann alone, had called up Docks and gave him some more money in exchange for information to an Art Club that dealt in stolen goods. Docks would not say but when Will threatened a prostitution charge, Docks had told him to go an old converted church in east Paris called Ever Change and ask for Danny Jenkins.
The outside of this church had been painted with many things; different important moments in history, famous tyrants, and political figures. Inside it play noting but Indy and some mellow rock. Bunches of people dressed in an odd assortment clothes that spoke about space and dimension that Will could not keep up with. He took a seat at the bar and then came a very shocking moment for him. The curtains lifted.
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Will was in shock as he sat at a bar his eyes glued firmly to the stage behind the bar. What shocked him was a woman who was painting with another woman's menstrual blood on a white cloth. This new 'performance art' and as he sat watching was disturbing, yet he and others could not turn from it.
"What can I get for you, handsome?" Asked a tall, male, Bartender with black
hair in long dreadlocks and red contacts. Will was startled and gave a clumsy smile, but he was glad to have been distracted.
"I- I am looking for Danny Jenkins. Know who that is?" Asked Will, trying
hard to play a calm art collector and not a cop.
"Sorry, cutie, you just missed her. She left for the night but she'll be in tomorrow night, though. But what you could do is leave a description of what you want and she'll get back with an informal appraisal of it." The guy was so enthralled by Will's looks that he could not care less he was talking to an Interpol officer.
"No, that's okay I really needed to talk to her. I'll just stop by again." Will said defeated.
"Alright, I'll tell her to keep her appointment book open for you." The guy waved and gave Will a wink. Will smiled, unsure of what to do and left.
As soon as he arrived at his apartment, he got a call from a raging Norrington.
"Turner what is this I hear about you taking more funds to pay off Docks? Our business is concluded with him!" Norrington had not slept, was being eaten alive by misquotes and was stuck in a swampy humid area of Louisiana. Norrington had little tolerance for Will at the moment.
"I found a way we may be able to track Sparrow. There's this club called Ever Change." Will said determined not to let Norrington cut him off, his determination was in vain.
"Turner I have been gone a total of two days and since then none of the work I left you with is being done! I want you to get to the office and finish it! If it is not done you are fired and until those case files are finished you are off the Swann case." Norrington took a breath.
"Besides, I am handling it from over here and from what the analyst have figure out Miss Swann Is most likely still the country or dead. So the best thing we can do is get Sparrow and bring him down." The last sentence Norrington's voice had softened and his anger was over but Will still felt his heart hurting for even the possibility of Miss Swann being dead.
"I understand, Sir, good day." Will hung up the phone and sat down. Norrington was wrong, Sparrow had Miss Swann and he was going to get her back as soon as he finished the case files. After all, how could he help Miss Swann as a civilian?
He left the office to the laughter of both Drake and Calypso at his unhappy mood. But at least this draw back had good news to it. He would now get the time to have a friend analyze the doubloon he stole; get a price check and the date of the coin. With that in mind, he pulled out his cell phone and hit a preset number.
Jack got the machine. 'You know the drill and if you don't well figure it out.' Beep.
"Got a job for you Madman Currie and when you decide to get out of bed, give me a call as quick as you can. Ta." Jack shut his phone and placed it back in his jacket.
Jack made his way to the room that the twins had prepared for him and his guest. Things had certainly gotten more complicated than he wanted. For starters, he was now stuck here for two weeks instead of his initial four days because he had the Lovely Miss Swann with him, and he could go nowhere because he was high profile. Rubbing his temples to soothe the headache he now had, he reached the room and went inside.
Elizabeth was just out of the shower now placing her hair in a French braid and wearing black jeans, a silk peasant blouse of violet and black suede boots.. She ignored Jack as he took off his coat and flopped down on the bed where she was sitting. He then got up and started pacing. Elizabeth became annoyed after five minutes of his fidgetiness.
"Captain, can you please stop it?" She asked, getting up to get an apple from the mini bar.
"Can't help it, Luv, get all nervous when I'm locked up." He continued his pacing.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Stop calling me 'Luv', and tell me why we are here, you made the first of the drop offs, correct?" She sat back on the bed and began to munch on the apple.
"Well, certain un-opportunities have come about, forcing me to change the course I had set. So we'll be here for a while." Jack explained making his way to the mini fridge. To his dismay there was no rum, but he settled for some chocolate ice cream.
"Well then, how long is 'a while'?" asked Elizabeth, grabbing the remote to the television and started filliping through the channels, as Jack laid down next to her and started eating his own sugary treat.
"Originally I had only wanted to stay a week, then drop of another painting and drop you off, but now we are stuck here for two weeks. Which is fine, I hope to have some business taken care of while here." Elizabeth nodded and settled on watching The Lost Boys, an old eighties movie that was a favorite of hers. Jack had no objections he found the movie enjoyable.
"So while we're here, I figured if I play nice, you might help me figure out why Demitri wanted me?" She said eyes not leaving the television. She got up and threw her apple away before returning to her spot.
"Think, 'Lizbeth, what dealings did your father have with him?" He suggested and spooned up some ice cream.
"None that I would know about, Captain." Elizabeth sighed and her attention turned back to the television. A few minutes later, Elizabeth started to pace back and forth; her hand fingering the pendent her father had given her. Jack was getting annoyed because she was pacing in front of the T.V.
"Has anyone ever told you make a lousy window, Luv?" Jack ate another spoon of ice cream, trying to see around Elizabeth.
Elizabeth gave Jack a disapproving look but got out of his way. Jack knowing what she was thinking about decided to put her at ease a bit.
"Listen, Luv maybe he just kidnapped you for a ransom. After all, you were alive when I found you and you are worth a hefty reward so no worries. Just relax and think of this as a vacation with limits." He gave her a wolfish grin.
Elizabeth nodded and went back to watching the movie, hoping Jack's answer was true and that she would be home soon.
When the most exciting part of the movie came on, Jack's cell phone rang. Both jumped slightly they had been very engrossed in the movie. Jack got to his phone and went out to the balcony for better signal. Elizabeth stayed behind not wanting to miss the ending.
"'Bout time you got back, wench, where have you been?" Jack's tone was playful. The voice on the other end was sarcastic.
"Oh you know the normal sleeping with your dad and then killing him for his fortune. What'd you need C.J?"
"Well I can only assume my da' died with a smile on his face. But I need an appraisal and was hoping you come here and do it." Jack said as he pulled a pre-rolled cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
"Sure no problem, I can take some time off from the club. Where are you creating havoc at?" The voice asked, Jack could hear loud rock music playing in the background. It was typical of the girl- discussing business at a party.
"Amsterdam kid, at The Deepest Circle."
"Oh no, not that whore again, Jack. Trust me; the Calypso is trouble and a bitch." The voice spat.
"Well you hate her because she made her brother brake up with you but in general I agree a total bitch, but we're all human." Jack supplied.
"Whatever, I'll call you when I get there later C.J."
"Tata Danny girl see you soon." Jack hung up and hurried back inside, he was in time for the big fight scene.
Elizabeth did not ask about his call, and only assumed it was one of his crew. Jack let her think that. They sat in a surprisingly comfortable silence for the rest of the film.