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Chapter 15: Plans

"Sorry to keep you waiting everyone," Derrick says, greeting his partners as he walks into the mansion's library, "I had to teach my son a little leason about obeying and talking back to his elders." Derrick took a seat in the armchair near the center of the room.

James and Austin smirked.

"Do you think he learned his leason?" James asked.

"I believe he did; if not, well then I can always teach it to him again," Derrick slyly grinned.

"Good," Austin stated, "A boy needs to learns the importance of respecting his elders. It's good to know that your's had finally learned his place."

"Very well, now that I have my boy under my thumb, let's talk business," Derrick said, leaning back in his chair, "Since the release of the images from yesterday's very successful photo shoot; how are we looking? Any calls for expansion yet?"

"Any calls?" Chief Marketing Officer, Laura Harper stated, "We've had at least a few dozen emails since they were released from countries begging us to expand to their territory."

Derrick grinned, "And of our site?"

"We sold at least 10 copies of each image uploaded to our site yesterday. Over 1000 images were uploaded. We are looking at a profit margin ranging in the tens of thousands! And the people are demanding more. They just can't seem to get enough of this kid," James, the Chief Financial Officer concluded.

"Also, more than a few people suggested that we should include videos on the site as well," Laura added.

Upon hearing this, Derrick connivingly chuckled.

"Very well then, what the people want, the people shall get. Ladies, gentlemen, this meeting is adjured," Derrick ended their meeting.

"What? What are they talking about? What site?" Claudia was listening in on their discussion in the hallway, through a glass pressed against the wall. She couldn't hear much, being that the library had double insulation in the walls and ceiling to keep the room extra quiet. But she had heard enough to where it made her raise an eyebrow.

"What on earth are they planning on doing?"

Claudia was left scratching her head. Other than a few faint words, she had no idea what they were talking about. The only word she could really make out was 'site'.

"The company's website doesn't have pictures on it. I wonder what site they could be talking about?" Claudia didn't know another site they could be talking about. Unless...

'Dave's pictures...No, no they couldn't possibly be talking about selling those online could they?'

The thought of Derrick actually selling pictures of his son over the internet sickened Claudia; but without solid proof, she couldn't prove anything.

"I don't know what they're planning to do or what's going on here; but what it is, I'm going to get to the bottom of it one way or another," Claudia stormed off to find some answers.

Dave stared into the foggy mirror in the now steamy bathroom after he got finished taking his shower. He wiped away the condensation that obstructed his view of his gleaming red eyes. He wished he had his beloved shades back. Of all the things his father could have taken from him, why did it have to be them?

'Control. He wants to control me any and every way he can,' Dave thought has he stared into the eyes in the mirror.

For a few minutes, he stared into the mirror. His fear filled rubies starring back at him.

Damn, he hated the way his eyes looked when he was scared. With his shades, he could hide behind them and face the world without so much as a flinch. Without them, he felt weak, vulnerable. No matter how big and bad he thought he was, or how well he wore his poker face, his eyes would tell it all.

And right now, his eyes were only saying one thing, fear. Dave Strider was now scared of his father. Never had he ever thought that his father would go this far as to striking him.

Not even Dirk had ever struck him before, outside of a strife that is.

"Bro," Dave thought back to his brother. It was always funny to Dave, how no matter how mad his bro was, even at him, that Dirk would never ever hit him.

Dave thought back to one incident when he was about 8 or something. Dave was being fussy, not wanting to go to bed; and Dirk was right in the middle of an XBox live tournament. Dirk begged Dave, pleaded with him to please go to bed. And Dave, of course, stead fast refused to do so. With his patience about to reach it's end, Dirk tells him that he can stay up and watch him play if he would just sit down and be quiet. Dave agrees to his brother's plea and goes to fix himself some apple juice while he watches his brother play. When he got back in the living room with a glass full of the sacred nectar, he tripped over a cord and dropped and spilled the whole glass on the Xbox and broke it. If there ever were a more truthful definition to the word 'mad', it was Dirk Strider at that moment. He was furious, Dave could literally see his brother's orange eyes glowing with anger behind his sunglasses. Dirk raise his fist back, and Dave braced for the devastating impact. But it never came. Instead, Dave heard a crashing sound right above his head. His brother had punched a whole in the wall to keep from punching Dave. Dave really didn't understand it at the time; but Dirk would rather cause physical harm to himself, than ever lay a hand on his baby brother. The memory ended with Dirk lifting Dave up and carrying him to his bedroom and read him a bed time story until they both fell asleep.

It was really one of Dave's favorite childhood memories of him and his bro. Because it let him know that no matter what, that his brother loved him and would never, ever, do anything to hurt him.

Dave felt his eyes becoming moist, but even without his classic shades, he quickly reminded himself that he WAS the cool kid and dried his eyes before any rebellious tears fell.

But, no matter how hard he tried to deny it, he wondered in his bro missed him, as much as he missed him.

"Maybe, maybe I should try and give him a call."

"Okay Dirk, do you have everything?" Jane said gathering up the last of everything that they would need to make it to Toronto. She had gathered put all her paper work, all the files and put them in her brief case.

"We can contact the US Embassy when we get there," Jane said, sending her partner Detective Baxter an email telling him that they were going to Toronto to look for Derrick themselves. She knew she'd probably get chewed out for it, but they couldn't wait any longer.

"Yes ma'am, I do believe I've got everything I need," Dirk said, dropping two duffle bags in the floor. One containing the necessities, and the other, containing all 8 of Dirk's swords. Which if you think about it is kinda a necessity. But it just made Jane give Dirk that 'are you serious?' look.

"What? I'm serious Jane. I'm not coming back until my little man is in my arms and I have that bastard's head on a silver platter."

Jane just shook her head, "Dirk you're either going to get yourself killed or arrested. Let us handle it!"

"I don't think so Janey. I got Dave into this mess, and I'm going to get him out. One way or another."

"How the hell are you even going to get that on the plane? TSA is going to have you detained."

"That's why it's not going on as carry on."

"You're crazy you know that?"

"I'm a man on a mission, Janey," Dirk said adjusting his sunglasses.

All Jane could do was shake her head at her friend's stubbornness.

"All well, we got to go, the plane leaves in an hour," Jane said looking at her watch.

"Alright, let's get going," Dirk said gathering up the bags.

'You can run you sick bastard, but you can't hide. We WILL find you. You better not have hurt my little man. If you laid so much as a finger on him, I will tear you limb from miserable limb.'