The Truth.
Bob parked the car around a blind corner from the Marble Docks. These were docks made strictly from marble. Massive statues of sea sirens stood against the end, over the icy water known as the ocean. Inside the statues, there was a special type of reinforcement. It was twice as strong as steel, but flexible, so statue repairs would be very easy. The statues were extremely heavy, nearly twenty thousand pounds apiece.
Bob refocused and opened the door. He took the object from under his shirt: A silver magnum with a wood handle. It had been a gift from his stepfather's will, as he was always a gun lover. He crouched behind a massive flower pot, where a tree rested. Nobody could see him when he hid behind it. Bob then crawled silently from hiding spot to hiding spot, looking for any sign of Frankie.
So far, his search was fruitless. Then he saw someone which filled him with fear and anger. He was a man with ebony hair, both on his head and face. He was insanely tall, with broad shoulders and pitch black sunglasses. He was clad in a white suit,and from his inside suit pocket, a gun butt hung out. The suit was designed this way, so he could pull out his gun and fire if he needed to.
But before Bob could keep sneaking, he heard the click of a hammer being pulled back.
"Drop it," barked a harsh voice.
Damn, thought Bob, letting the magnum clatter to the marble floor. His attacker grabbed him by his shirt collar.
"Someone wants to see you," he said, dragging him.
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Daniel Hielo stood and watched the waves crash against the marble docks. He loved the sound of them, and the smell of sea water. He took a drag from his cigar, when he heard a jumble of footsteps approaching on the marble stairs. He turned, and who should he see, but the man he'd been chasing for the past seventeen years.
"So it's you," said Daniel, "you finally put on your big boy pants and faced me like a man. I guess a kidnapping of a girl was all you needed. This is where I would kill you for being a nuisance for nearly two decades, but I think that someone owes someone an explanation. Men, take him to her."
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Frankie Foster sat with her back against the cold metal. What was going to become of her? Would they swing the door open and plant a bullet in her head? Frankie was unsure about the future, but all of a sudden, the door opened.
"Get in there, you!" There was the thud of a body landing on a metal floor, and the huge doors to the storage unit slammed shut, with some kind of lock activating with a KERCHUNK! By now, Frankie's eyes had adjusted to the darkness. The new prisoner was none other than Bob.
"Bob!" She cried, going to him. "Why are you here?"
"Why else?" he asked, "to rescue you. But I have something you need to hear. I am partially the reason why you're here." Even in the darkness, he could see her eyebrow raise.
"What do you mean?"
"You see," he said, "it's like this. My real name isn't Robert Williams. It's Steven Heartstrudder. I told you part of my back story when talking to her granny, but not the whole thing. With my mom in poverty, I wanted to find a way to put money on the table. I was eleven years old, young and naive. When I heard from a man I could make money to help mommy dearest, I naturally said yes. Little did I know, he was a mafia recruiter. They were looking for young boys to go in the begging business.
"It was all well and good at first, what little money I got to keep went to my mom. But as I got older, I was removed from begging, and into more serious stuff. I was taking part in the whacks the mafia did, and other heinous crimes. I didn't care about the money anymore, and I wanted out. Like I said, I was young and naive. You can't just walk out on the Mafia. I did everything to try and evade them. Eventually, the Witness Protection got involved, and changed my name to Robert Williams, and I decided to go by Bob.
"But trying to evade a mafia head honcho is like playing chess with a three year old: he likes to change the rules. So I thought that with my new name and history, that I could just forget about them. That is, until they found me again. I got away again, and got involved with you, hoping that the new job would trip them up. But it didn't." He bowed his head in shame.
As much as Frankie wanted to be angry, she knew she couldn't. He was just trying to help his family, and never intended it to get this bad. The pair huddled together to beat the cold, and somehow managed to drift into sleep, even though they knew they'd not be alive tomorrow.
Oh dear, how is this going to turn out? Will they really die or will something save them, if not themselves? Stay Tuned to find out.