It Takes A Nub

Chapter 9

Let It Snow, Let It Snow

The doctor left the bedroom that Freddie was in and walked up to the Countess, "He'll be just fine," the doctor told her in German, "He just needs some rest. He should be as good as new in the morning.

"Thank you Dr. Kress, and thank you for keeping this quiet," The Countess patted the older man on the back as she lead him to the door.

"Anytime Countess," he smiled at her, 'If I were twenty years younger I might give that young man a run for his money for you my dear."

"Dr. Kress, If I were twenty years older you'd be spending the night tonight, in my room," she warmly smiled back at the older man.

"I'll swing 'round in the morning and check up on the lad and change that dressing for him, goodnight Countess," the doctor got into his car and took off down the long driveway to the front gate. The Countess went back inside and closed the door. If she had stayed just a few seconds longer she would have seen the brake lights come on and two small flashes of light. The air was still and silent the entire time.

As Carly entered his room, Freddie woke up with a start and began looking around, "How long have I been out?" he asked her.

"You passed out while you were talking to Sam about four or five hours ago, Carly told him as she sat down on the bed beside him, "How do you feel?"

"I've felt better," he grinned at her, "I barely remember meeting with Rene at all. Is she still here?"

"Yes, she just walked the doctor out," Carly smiled at him and moved some of his hair back, "He said you'd be fine, just rest tonight and he would be back to check on you tomorrow."

"What, a doctor?" Freddie sat straight up and found himself woozy for the effort, "Shit, Carly get Rene and get her in here right away. Chuck is psychotic, he'll have every doctor in town watched and follow them till he finds us!"

"But Freddie the …," Carly tried to say.

"Go, NOW, we have to get the hell out of here," Freddie

Carly ran out of the room as Freddie tried to get up. He made it to his feet, but found that he couldn't keep his balance and fell back onto the bed. As he fell he felt something in his shoulder tear and knew he'd just ripped his stitches out. He forced himself up again and found his cloths on the dresser and began to gingerly get himself dressed. As he slipped his pants on he saw something move out the window along the tree line of the chalet. He carefully pulled on his shirt and noticed that blood was showing through the bandage, and then caught sight of a dark shadow move up along the bushes near the tree line.

"Freddie lover," the Countess started to say as Freddie motioned for her to be quiet and slipped up beside her.

"I need my gun, and we need a way out of here, NOW! " Freddie whispered to her.

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"I don't give a shit what happens to Benson, but I want that bitches head so I can have it mounted on my wall," Chuck ranted at the group of men, "Mr. Willies will take care of the woman."

Chuck had spent hours in the police station and about as much time at the hospital after the incident at the airport and he was pissed. He wanted that whore Carly to pay and he just wanted Benson and the woman dead. He was too close to his vision to have it yanked out of his hands by Benson and his little bitch. Carly however was a different story. She was his and had the nerve to run away from him that shit wasn't going to stand at all. His private parts were still not back to normal yet. This was all just one more reason why he hated everyone and everything. The world had shit on him for far too long and it was time for it to pay.

Chuck had killed for the first time when he was eleven. He didn't know the kid, he just hated the way the kid looked so happy. So he gave him a permanent smile, from ear to ear. That was when Chuck had discovered that he liked causing others pain. He had rubbed the blood over his hands and face. It excited him, made him feel like a God to have the power to end life when HE chose. He had done a very good job of getting rid of the body and no one ever found it. He had been very careful after that to never let anyone see the "true" Chuck. He had taken great pains to hide his new found status as a God from everyone. No one could understand what kind of power he had and they would only try to say he was "crazy" or something, and no one should sit in judgment of a God. People would finally begin to see and understand his true power and his gifts, once his plan was in motion. The World would be a better place when most of these thankless idiots were rotting in hell. He didn't want to rule the world, just kill most of it.

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"Willies," Chuck pulled him aside, "Bring that bitch back to me alive, I want to see her die, do you understand me?"

"Yes sir," Willies said without a trace of any emotion.

Gordon Willies was never very emotional about anything. He had been detached from feeling for as long as he could remember. By the time he was twelve he was already six feet tall and was far stronger than most adults. He also had a very high tolerance for pain that would eventually cost him his right arm.

Other children had tried to make fun of him, but the concept was beyond him. He had never loved anyone or anything really. His father was a drunk who like to take out his anger on the "Freak" anytime he could. He took the abuse till he was thirteen, and then he decided that he really didn't like it anymore. He crushed his father's skull with his bare hands. He felt nothing about the event. No rage, no fear, no joy, he just did it and then dismembered the body and disposed of it, and that was the end of it in his mind.

After that, he decided to try his new found strength out in all kinds of ways. He first chose the children who tried to torment him. He found them to be very unchallenging, they broke too easy. He then went after strangers. At fifteen he was forced to kill his mother when she found out about his afterschool past time. He simply snapped her spine by breaking her over his knee. This was the one time he didn't get away with it. He was seen and because of the nature of the crime and his total lack of remorse about it, he was sent to prison for the rest of his life. He stood six feet six inches tall when he walked into the prison and reached seven feet tall by the age of eighteen. He was king of the prison, he got what he wanted and NO ONE dared to stand against him. Gordon also found that his lack of feeling left him with no sex drive at all. He was glad for this because it didn't give him a weakness that could bring him harm.

At the age of twenty-one he decided to leave prison and broke out one night. As he went over the wall his right hand caught on the electric fence and for the first and only time in his life he felt something, PAIN! A deep burning pain that he didn't know how to deal with and he knew if it didn't stop he would die. He took the homemade shank that he had brought with him and removed his hand with it. He spent most of the next few years working for the New York mob. They had helped him acquire his new hand. It ran off an internal battery that was charged by the electricity that was made by the human body. The hand and all its deadly attachments were the closest he had or ever would come to love. He loved and admired the deadly beauty that shined off of them and he loved the many interesting ways they gave him to kill. He even had a pistol that would attach to the stump, but he used it very little. His favorite attachment was the saw, he loved the quiet whine that it made and the way it sliced into human flesh with such ease. By the age of forty -two he had become so feared in the mob that they tried to "remove" him. In the span of four days he wiped out half of the "family's" in New York and found himself thrust onto the world stage as an assassin of the highest order. He had been hired seven years ago by Chuck Chambers and while the idea of a friend was beyond his concept, he found that Chuck was like him in the understanding that blood was power and so they worked well together.

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The Countess helped Freddie on with a coat and then got Carly and herself one and lead them to the bottom floor of the chalet and over to the fireplace. She pushed one of the bricks along the side and a panel opened up.

"This was once the chalet of an old Nazi war criminal," she explained as they entered the small narrow tunnel, "he had this built into the place in case the Mossad ever came for him. It runs about two kilometers out from underneath the chalet towards the forest. I've used it to get away from the paparazzi many times."

"Freddie, how did they know that you would need a doctor?" Carly asked him as they walked.

"If they looked at the car and at the men that I took out they must have seen the blood trail I left behind," Freddie whispered as the approached a ladder that lead up to the surface.

Freddie began to climb the ladder first. He felt something running down his right arm and knew he was bleeding again. Each time he extended his right up he felt a small wave of pain course threw his right shoulder and arm. He pulled the gun and holding it in his left hand, looked down at the Rene and Carly, "Be ready," he whispered to them both, "after I get up and check things out, I'll motion for both of you and we'll make a run for it."

Both women nodded and Freddie began to push the hatch up using his good shoulder. The hatch gave way very easily and he peered out. The hatched opened just inside of the first ring of trees at the edge of the property. After satisfying himself that there were no goons near, he scrambled up to the surface and began to look more closely at his surroundings. He quietly made his way to the edge of the trees and saw nine men in white snow suits approaching the chalet. Just as he started to wonder why there were an odd number of men, he heard the snow crunch behind him and a voice say in German, "Don't move."

Freddie stayed in the crouched position that he was in and waited.

"Throw the gun down and turn around, SLOWLY!" the man told him.

Freddie did as he was told and turned around slowly. The man looked about six feet tall and had the build of a soldier. The man reached for his radio and took his eyes off Freddie for just a second. That was all he needed. Freddie lunged at the man and tackled him just above the knees. They both fell with a wet thump into the snow. The man lost his own gun and his radio when he fell. Freddie began to deliver a series of vicious blows to the mans face and body. The man countered with three sharp blows to Freddie's right shoulder that sent Freddie rolling back off of him. The man tried to regain his footing and reach his gun, but slipped and fell again. Freddie fought off the wave of pain from the shoulder and got to his feet and dived on top of the man again, driving his knee into the man's spine. Freddie took both hands and placed them on the sides of the man's neck and gave a sharp twist till he heard the neck snap and the man stopped struggling.

Freddie fell backwards into the snow and tried to catch his breath. His shoulder was screaming in pain and he could tell that blood had begun to seep through his coat. He heard the radio crackle to life and a voice in German asking where Karl was. Freddie knew they had to get going now! He glanced around and grabbed his gun and then reached for the radio. He secured the items and forced himself up on his feet and returned to the hatch and pulled it open with his good arm, "Ladies, we need to get the hell out of here."

After the two women reached the surface, they saw the dead man and the blood coming out Freddie's jacket.

"Oh Freddie," Carly said, "You're bleeding again."

"I'll be fine," Freddie told her, "as long as we get the hell out of here now. They are going to miss this guy and then they'll know we're out and running, so let's get going."

"Freddie," Rene spoke up, "about 8 or nine kilometers to the east is a storage shed. It has a snow cat and three snowmobiles that are in great condition. If we can get there we could use them and get back to Zurich."

"You two get going," Freddie ordered, "I'll be right behind you. I just need to make sure that they don't follow us too closely. Now get moving!"

The two women looked at him and he motioned with his for them to go. They nodded at him and began to trudge through the snow toward the shack. Freddie watched the chalet for about four minutes and made sure that none of the men moved toward the line of trees and then stood very unsteadily and noticed that he had left a blood trail in the snow. With his good arm he pulled a branch off one of the trees and used it to cover the blood and tracks they had made and took off after the women.

He caught up to them about four minutes later. Carly was tired and needed to rest, so they were about to rest when the radio came to life. The person at the other end announced that he had found Karl dead. Another voice chimed in and asked if he still had his radio. When the first voice replied no, the second voice said that radio plan "b" was in effect and nothing else was heard.

"Shit," Freddie cursed and threw the radio against a tree, where it broke into several pieces, "They found the dead guy and know I have his radio. Everybody up, we've got to get moving now! They'll be come for us now. He pulled one of his devices out and switched it on and pressed a green button. He knew that it would scramble radio waves for at least two miles and hopefully keep the team of men following them from talking to each other.

After a few more minutes they reached the shed and found the snowmobiles and the snow cat. Freddie checked them for gas and then began the process of removing his coat to check the shoulder out. With help from Carly, he got the coat off and found that the cold had helped the blood clot. The wound still looked bad, but not near as bad as it could have been. He spotted some snowsuits in the corner and they tried them on. The women found that theirs fit, but Freddie found that his six foot three frame was too large for the other one. He once again with help donned his coat and opened the doors of the shed. Bullets peppered the doors as they swung open. Freddie dove behind the snow cat and pulled his gun and his phone out. He knew the jamming signal he was sending out would make his cel not work, but the GPS would. He punched the information in and was rewarded with the course they needed to take.

"When we get outside, veer to the left and gun that thing for all it's worth Rene. Carly you ride with her and I'll keep them off of you two long enough for you to escape," Freddie shouted over the gun fire, "Rene, we meet at the same bar we "made out" in three years ago. When I start shooting blast out of here, got it?"

"Be careful darling," the Countess said, "Sam would be very mad at me if she were to arrive and you had died under my care."

"Please be careful Freddie," Carly begged him.

Freddie flashed his trademark grin and said, "I'm always careful, and I wouldn't do anything to piss Sam off."

He then stood and squeezed off about seven shots as Rene raced the snowmobile out of the shed and along the trail Freddie had told her to take. The shots that Freddie had fired had caused the men to duck so they didn't have time to fire on the women, besides they had orders not to kill Carly and no one wanted to make Chuck mad.

Freddie got on the snowmobile and started it. He revved the engine twice and shot out of the door fast, firing his gun as he raced out the doors and turned to the right. He fired till the gun jammed and then put it back in his coat pocket. Bullets whizzed by him and struck the trees and even the back of the snowmobile. He then heard the sound of engines behind him and turned to see how many of the goons were following him. As he turned he grabbed his gun and ejected the spent clip. He counted nine snowmobiles. He thought to himself 'Well that worked out a little to well' they all followed him. He reached for the other clip and slipped it into the gun and chambered a round. He leaned down and gunned the engine and began to zigzag across the snow covered ground. The machine gun fire erupted all around him, spraying the trees and the snow on either side of him with lead. He felt wood chips splinter into his face and saw the snow puff up from the strikes. Freddie turned around and fired twice behind, but the zigzag that he was doing was causing him to miss just as bad as it was causing them to miss. He put the gun back into his pocket and looked for anything in the terrain that might be helpful to him. He hit a small rise about then and the snowmobile jumped into the air and landed with a bone shaking force some six feet away. He knew intensely that this was his big chance. The speeds they were traveling were going to make any jump a long one and he knew exactly what to do. He looked out ahead of him and saw some rolling little hills and headed for them. He gave up the zigzag pattern and when straight and hard for the hills. He hit the first rise and really caught air and flew almost twenty feet, missing the second hill altogether, and landing in the small ditch behind it. He cut the snowmobile hard to the right and raced along the ditch and then stopped and turned around and pulled his pistol and got ready.

The snowmobiles came leaping over the hill into the ditch and raced up the other side. He let the first seven go by and did nothing. As the eighth and ninth snowmobiles appeared, he fired five quick shots and brought the two riders down. He quickly placed the pistol back in his pocket and gunned the engine and began to head back toward the trail that Rene and Carly had taken.

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Some four hours later, Freddie walked into the "Ole Towne Pub" and saw Rene and Carly sitting at a table with coffee in hand. They both smiled at him and Carly ran up and gave him a kiss on the cheek and a hug. Freddie sat down and asked the waitress for and "Irish coffee" and looked at the women.

"We need to find a place to hold up till Sam and her team get here," he told the women, "We can't be out in the open like this, they will be looking for us all over town pretty soon. Rene, you got any ideas on some place to hide for about six or seven hours?"

"I talked to Klaus and he said we could stay upstairs," Rene smiled at him, "as long as we were quiet. He doesn't want a repeat of our last "stay" upstairs."

"Well darling," he grinned at her, "Now that Sam is back in my life that won't be a problem. She would kill us both, and me twice."

Carly laughed and said, "More like three times and then wear your balls as a necklace for the rest of her life."

The small group laughed as they went upstairs to await Sam and her team's arrival.

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Sorry for the long delay. I've been dealing with some personal and health issues, but I'm back! Thanks for the kind reviews. I know this one is long but I thought it was time to explain Chuck and Willies a little better and maybe see why they work so well together.

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