A/N: Well, well, back after two weeks. I'm not going to lie and say I was soo busy with school work, because it's so easy I can finish most of it while the teacher is still explaining it. The real reason I haven't updated is because I had a small case of writer's block. And, unfortunately, I had no reviews to help me out of my horrible horrific horror. I'm still kind of suffering, and this one is not going to be as long, I think, because I really can't think of anything. So I'm doing kind of a criminal-ish thing instead of a big Joren-and-Jana-hug-and-everything-is-all-right kind of chapter, this one is about the evil people and their REAL motives. Dun dun dun. Well, the A/N is getting long, so I'll stop with one more comment: please review!
Orders of an Odd Man
After his death the men had found Frank Stone's "will" easily. It was where he loved to be. Yes, it was a little bit strange to leave your will in the compartment under the sink in your favorite bar, but Frank was an odd man.
Instead of how most people wrote their wills—in a room that seemed so starched that everyone was surprised they could move, with a lawyer perched stiffly on an over-stuffed chair from the Victorian era---Frank had written his on a bar napkin. Instead of using a gold fountain pen, or typing on a brand new computer, Frank had written his will in the most vulgar of substances—blood.
But it didn't really matter how he had written the will, because the words on the blood-stained bar napkin were much more important.
FIND HER AT 18.
And so they had. Of course, no one wondered who it was. They all knew that the only female in Frank's life other than his dead wife was his daughter. They had found out where she worked, and almost laughed at the coincidence. They could find the girl and bring harm to her while robbing the institution that seemed to have been created to oppose them.
But that was always what they called it—a coincidence. They never thought that Jana had known about her father and his henchmen, and they never thought that she had worked at Goddess Bless, not for the money to go shopping, or get her nails done, like other girls, but to make up for him. She gave all of the money she earned to Goddess Bless' charity, a separate part of the business.
They never knew. So when they crept into the salon that day, they never thought that Jana would be expecting them. They never knew that she was completely filled in on everything they said at all of their meetings because of her clever diguise.
How she learned when the meetings were was easy. Frank had made sure that when she was adopted, she went to a man who was in his group. Whenever he told his wife he was going bowling, with a less than discreet wink---the wife knew, they just didn't think Jana did---Jana followed him. Even she was surprised how little attention they paid to the small beggar huddled under a grimy blanket in a corner. The alley where they met was easy to get into. Since they all assumed the beggar was a man, they never did anything to her. By the time the meeting was over, Jana had always slipped out, left her blanket in her small grimy corner, and gotten home before the man. Sometimes it was so easy Jana herself wondered if the men were painfully stupid or if she was a genius.
Of course the men never knew any of this. They didn't know much of anything.
Once they had found Jana in the salon, they made their plans. The day after the main robberies, they went to the store where she worked. As she boredly discussed when the next appointment for highlights should be with a woman so plastic it looked like she was some little girl's life-sized doll, the men smiled. An hour later she locked up for the lunch break, and as Jana left, one man grabbed her and pulled her into a corner.
She rolled her eyes. There were three of them—versus her. Versus her and the four Own Riders who had been hiding in the hair salon an hour.
The fight was over quickly, though the men were good. They got away because of a moronic female officer who fumbled with the handcuffs.
The men felt as stupid as Jana did by the end of the day. Jana had let them get away---she blamed herself, not the blonde moron---and the men hadn't gotten who they had to get. All in all, the day was a tiring and frustrating one for the both of them.
A/N: You still don't find out what happens with Joren and Jana. Dun dun dun. I want one review for an update. Pleasie—just one. .