It Takes A Nub
Chapter 10
Will The Gentleman Please Yield The Floor
The private jet set down in Zurich at almost twelve am local time and Sam and her team of eleven exited the plane and made their way through the airport. All the local authorities had already been alerted that they would arrive. They had been told they were an advance branch of the Secret Service, here to ready the place for the Vice-Presidents visit. Sam knew they had less than twenty-eight hours to find Freddie and then stop whatever Chuck Chambers had planned. Sam immediately placed a call to Freddie's phone and heard a woman with a slight German accent say, "Sam, Freddie is in the shower. Please come to the "Ole Towne Pub" on Koller Street and ask the bartender for the "Rene special" and he will bring you to us," the woman said, "and may I say it's nice to finally talk to you and I can't wait to meet you in person."
"Uh, yeah, same here," Sam gritted her teeth as she spoke and then ended the call. She told the team to meet her at the hotel and she walked as fast as she could to get a cab and head to the "Ole Towne Pub" and kick the shit out of some skank bitch and hang Freddie's nuts around her neck for the rest of his life. She hailed a cab and got lucky that the driver understood her and soon dropped her off at the bar. She stormed in ready to fight anyone who got in her way. She hissed at the bartender for a "Rene special" and he took her up some back steps to a door. He knocked twice and the door opened and Freddie smiled at her, "Oh baby, I'm glad to see you…" was all he got out.
Sam kneed him in the nuts and started in, "You fucking walking gonad, I've been worried sick about you and you're shacked up with some German whore,' she turned to the Countess now, "You prissy bitch, what's left of his nuts are mine and if you ever touch my low down piece of shit man again I'll…"
Carly stepped in front of Sam and wrapped her arms around her and shouted at Sam, "Have you lost fucking mind Sam, this woman saved us and probably kept Freddie from bleeding to death. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Sam looked Carly in the face and seemed confused, "I called his phone and that bitch answered and said he was in the shower," Sam yelled!
"Right," Carly told her nearly psycho friend, "He was washing the blood off of himself from the gunshot wound he had. He ripped the stitches out getting us away from Chuck's goons! He'd been asleep for about six hours and had just gotten up."
"Listen Sam," Rene spoke up, "my name is the Countess Rene Deville Romaine and despite what you think of me honey, you got nothing to worry about. Let's me and you talkdarling, alone!"
Rene led Sam back down to the bar and found a table. Rene then called the waiter over and ordered a bottle of "Makers Mark" whiskey and two glasses. He quickly brought the items back and left the ladies alone. Rene poured both of them a drink and began to talk.
"Sam, you don't mind if I call you that do you?"
Sam shook her head as she took a sip of the whiskey.
"Sam, you need to know a few things about that man upstairs," Rene began, "The first thing is, if you plan to beat the hell out of every ex-girlfriend of his, you need to quit work now and get started. I case you hadn't noticed, he could melt diamonds honey. With those looks and that smile of his, I know eighty year old ladies that would risk the broken hip just to wrap their legs around that man. He's all five names on my list of the men who I would drop anything for and gladly let him do ANYTHING he wanted to do to me. I know you know about the "pulse" thing, can you honestly tell me ANY man has ever made you feel that way? Darling I barked like a dog, I still don't know why I chose that as my response to him, but I barked and howled when we made love.
The second thing is well… for lack of a better phrase, the man is "hung"! He's got the jumbo "pencil" and he knows how to "write".
The third thing is that despite what he does for a living, he's the kindest, sweetest man who ever walked the earth. You know that, even as a lover, he makes sure you get "yours". He also never led any of "us" on. I know he comes of cocky most of the time, but deep down he's very shy. Hell honey, despite how he acts, he doesn't have a clue as to how hot he really is. Besides remaining friends with almost all of us himself, we ladies have become friends ourselves, and that's because of him.
And the last thing you need to know is that he was, is, and always will be deeply in love with YOU! Don't you ever wonder why every time you meet one of us, we all know who you are? He was always honest with us all, that the only true love of his life was you. Almost to a woman, we were all hurting or broken when we met him, and he gave us all something to help heal us and move on. Part of his charm was how much of a gentleman he was and how he made us feel special. But he stillnever led any of us on. You need to be proud of YOUR man, Sam, and take pride in the fact that he only LOVES you! There are thousands of women out there that want what you have, his heart. Now I also feel the need to tell you that you break his heart and I don't care who you work for or what you do, I'll hunt you down and break every bone in your body! Do we understand each other now?"
Sam smiled and blushed, "Thank you, I never had it explained to me that way before. He really said all that to you about me?"
"Yes darling, he did," Rene said, "Now what I need to know is, are you "loud"?
Sam blushed, "With him, yes I am. Why?"
"I'll take care of everything for you on that end, but I think you two need a few hours alone so you can "make amends" for a few things ," Rene smiled and winked at Sam.
Rene walked to the bar and whispered to the bartender and he turned around with a smile and turned the radio in the bar up. He then smiled at Sam and asked, "Is that loud enough or do you need it louder?"
Sam smiled at the two of them and said, "Blow the damn things out."
The two women climbed the stairs and opened the door to the room finding Freddie sitting on the bed with his back against the backboard.
"Please step carefully, and if you see something small and white rolling around on the floor, those are my nuts and I'd like them back," Freddie looked right at Sam.
Rene motioned for Carly to come with her, as Sam began to remove her coat, "now we both know they may be white, but they sure as hell aren't small."
Rene and Carly closed the door behind them and went downstairs.
Sam kicked off her shoes and began to unbutton her shirt, "I need you to fuck me silly for a very long time mister," she smiled at him as she removed her shirt and took off her bra and began to crawl up the bed toward him with a look of pure lust.
"You hurt me bad Sam," he said pulling the covers off his legs showing that he was nude underneath and quite aroused."
She reached him and removed his shirt and saw the gunshot wound. She looked at him and he just flexed his "muscle" at her and as she removed her pants and underwear she smiled at him and said, "Aw, poor baby, did I hurt mama's play toy?" She bent down, "Let momma kiss it and make it better."
For the next two hours, vague sounds of erotic moans and screams of passion filtered through the music in the bar. Carly and Rene laughed as the entire ceiling began to shake and the light fixtures began to sway.
Carly laughed and said, "Aw, they made up… and out!"
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When Sam and Freddie came down the stairs, the bar erupted in applause and catcalls for the two lovers. Sam was leaning on Freddie for support and had a "shit eating" grin from ear to ear. She plopped down in the chair beside Carly and just rolled her eyes at her and Rene as Freddie went to get them a cup of coffee.
Rene smiled at her and said, "Carly I do believe this lady has had her pulse taken by the master."
Sam just turned red, smiled and began to giggle like a teenage girl while stamping her feet with joy.
Freddie walked up to the table with the coffee and the three women grabbed menus and began to fan his crouch and bow as they laughed, "All hail the king and his "scepter", long is, we mean long live the king."
Freddie turned three shades of red and sat down quickly, "For the love of God, stop that."
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After a good laugh, the group settled down and turned to the business at hand.
"Chuck Chambers doesn't even show up as a blip on the radar," Sam informed Freddie, "he went to work for Nevel as a personal assistant and is still listed that way in the data on the company."
Carly spoke up, "Chuck said that he worked hard to stay out of the limelight, always using people like Ambrose and Harris as figureheads for himself. Did you find out anything about Spencer?"
Sam frowned at her and shook her head, "I'm sorry baby, but I couldn't even find much about him after we left for collage. It's like he just dropped off the face of the earth."
Carly then began to tell the story of what had happened to Spencer.
"It started that summer before junior year of college," Carly began, "I came home and Spencer was stranger than normal. He was just so wired all the time, and he was really hooked on smoothies. I mean three or four a day and if he didn't get them he turned vicious."
"About three weeks after I got home, he came in one day slamming things around and screaming that they had "cut him off" and he was furious," Carly continued, "It was around that time that I found out that Tee-Bo had died in a house fire and "The Groovy Smoothie" was under new management. Spencer had stopped making sculptures by then and I was worried enough about him that I went to the "Smoothie" to get some answers. I walked in and the man at the counter told me to go home and I would get all the answers I wanted. So I went home and found Spencer blasted out of his mind and Chuck and Willies standing in the living room. Chuck explained to me that he had Spencer strung out on some kind of heavy shit and if I didn't do what he wanted he'd let him die. Then, just to show that he meant it, he had Willies beat the shit out of Spencer right in front of me. He told me what he wanted and then sodomized me while Spencer was made to watch and then while he was still doped up, he made Spencer… made him… he didn't know what he was doing… he made him," Carly couldn't go on any farther and broke down into deep soulful sobs.
Freddie felt a new wave of blind hatred for Chuck as he moved to one side of his friend and wrapped her in his arms. She buried her head in his wide chest and fell to pieces. Sam had tears flowing down her face as she hugged her friend and planed the death of Chuck Chambers.
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Freddie, Sam, and Carly were in the hotel room with the team looking at the computer screen.
"This is the place where we've been going for the last couple of years," Carly pointed at the screen, "Under the chalet he's had this massive underground complex build. It houses some of his major stockpiles of weapons and also has a bio-hazarded room where the nasty stuff is stored. He has a large number of workers and security guards."
"Carly," Freddie asked, "Is there any other entrance or exit to this complex?"
"I don't know," she answered him, "I never saw any that I know of, but it's not like he ever really showed me much."
The phone rang and Sam answered. She talked to the person for about four minutes and then hung up.
"That's just great," Sam said as she hung up, "They won't cancel the summit, and they we were officially ordered to stand down by the Swiss government. They have also bumped up the start time to this morning at ten o'clock. Noah said that officially we're on or own and that the team is to return to Washington."
"What kind of horse shit is that? Freddie asked.
"It seems that many of the smaller nations think is a ploy by us to run rough shot over them," Sam hissed, "So they don't believe there is a threat."
"Jackasses," Freddie said, "So we just do nothing and let this freak pull this off?"
"No," Sam said, "It just means that we're stopping him without the use of the team or backup. We've got about four hours before the summit starts and we have to get into the Parliament building."
"That's the easy part," Freddie grinned at her, "Carly, you wait here for us, and when we get back maybe we can all take a drive to Chuck's chalet together and have a look."
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"Ladies and gentleman my name is Gilbert Gibson and as the Vice-President of the United States and its representative to this summit allows me to welcome you to today's first meeting."
The door in the back of the room blasted open and Chuck, Willies, and twenty armed me walked into the room.
"Will the Gentleman yield the floor," Chuck asked.
"Just who the hell are you and what do you want?" Gibby asked.
"Will the gentleman yield the floor?" Chuck asked again in a much slower tone.
"No I will not yield the floor."
Chuck raised a pistol and shot Gibby six times and then asked, "Will the gentleman yield the floor now?"
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Sam and Freddie made it through the duct work in time to see Chuck kill Gibby. Chuck began to walk to the front of the room as Freddie and Sam opened the vent and got ready to slide down.
"I think I have your attention now," Chuck smiled, "I have placed in twelve different countries several bio-weapons of my choice that will be released on my command and the scale of death that will result from this will beyond comprehension. It will take you years to produce enough vaccine to fight it, provided you even can. I on the other hand have a vast supply on hand and ready. In one week, after you all have time to see the devastation first hand, I will make my supply of vaccine available to interested parties at a very reasonable rate."
"Did you get that?" he asked the man with the camera in his group.
"Yes sir," the man replied to him.
"Good see that it gets out," Chuck smiled, "As for this esteemed body here, well you gentlemen and ladies, are going to serve as proof that I don't bluff, Kill'em all."
Freddie and Sam repelled down from the vent firing the uzi's that they had at the group of Chuck's men. With quick burst of fire they caught most off guard and dropped eight before they hit the ground and dived behind a desk. All of this gave most of the delegates a chance to find cover, but not all of them. Chuck's men cut four delegates down before they had to seek cover themselves from the shots that the couple was showering them with.
"Son-of –a –bitch Benson," Chuck yelled into the microphone, "You are seriously beginning to get on my last nerve."
Freddie stood and fired into the desks that that the goon's had hidden behind and Sam made a run for a table closer to the group of men. Once she had arrived she opened fire and Freddie ran and dived in next to her and placed a new clip in to replace the now empty one and as she dropped behind the table with him, Sam did the same.
"Willies," Chuck turned to the big man, "Benson has screwed this plan up. Get that blonde bitch of his and let's retire before this whole thing blows up. We'll take care of stage two from the chalet."
Willies turned and went down off the podium and headed for the tables near Sam and Freddie.
By now the security force had arrived and began to push the goon's back into the corner of the room. Freddie got ready to run and Sam stood and began to spray fire at the goons as Freddie ran and dived behind another table. He then stood and fired waiting for Sam to come join him. He had emptied his clip and still no Sam. He turned then saw that Willies had Sam by the neck holding the spinning saw blade near her throat. He watched as he carried her to the stage and then saw that another man stood on the stage with Chuck and Willies. This man had the unconscious form of Carly over his shoulder.
Chuck grinned at him and said into the microphone, "I told you Benson, I NEVER fucking lose. I'm going to have some fun with these two bitches before I kill them."
With that they left the podium and slipped out the back of the room. Freddie was up and running right behind them as the fire fight began to slow down.
When Freddie reached the door they had gone through, he remembered that the steps were here and that they led to the roof. He took the stairs two and three at a time as he raced to the doorway and burst onto the roof in time to see the group of fire enter a helicopter. Freddie ran toward the machine as it began to gun the engine and the blades began to spin faster.
"Mr. Willies, blow the building," Chuck smiled.
Freddie was almost to the chopper when it began to lift off. Freddie knew that he had to get to the chopper before it got away of Sam and Carly were both dead. It was just beginning to turn when Freddie leaped at it.
Willies pushed the button on the detonator.
Just as Freddie leaped the whole roof and building exploded. The force of the blast propelling him toward the landing skid much faster than he could control. His right shoulder slammed into the skid opening the shoulder wound yet again and he wrapped his arm around the skid and held on for dear life. He used his left hand to take a rope with a clip on it and hook onto a bracket under the old army transport chopper.
Chuck and the rest of the group missed seeing Freddie's leap.
"Well ladies," he turned to Sam and Carly, "so much for the knight in shining armor!"
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Well I hope you liked it. As you can see we're about to wrap this up. I've got the ending in my head, I just have to get it typed out. Thanks for the kind words and reviews. As always , let me know.