Chapter 28. The mercenary lover.
The large gate to the hanger opened up to allow the PT Cruiser in. Francesca drove the car to some containers which doors stood open after the Woohp search. She dragged Teddy out off the car and into one of the sound proof containers which were used for interrogations aka torturing. She hung him on a rack he and his brother had made so they could hit each part off the body if they wanted to. She closed the doors and sat down while she took a Panatela and lighted it. All she had to do was wait for Teddy to come by.
Teddy was slowly waking. His wrists hurt, but he couldn't move them. He opened his eyes and saw Francesca sitting at the table, smoking.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked.
"You didn't pay me. So you are going to give me your account number at the Cayman Isles Bank and its login password, so I can pay myself." Francesca smiled.
"As if, Fran! I don't even consider on giving you that information." Teddy replied.
"Oh you will Teddy, you will! You've instructed me well enough in the noble art of interrogating." Teddy went ash grey. He looked at the Panatela Francesca was smoking.
He gulped audibly.
"Last chance to talk without hurt, Teddy." She said standing up and walking towards him.
"You wouldn't!" Teddy tried to keep a brave face, but didn't succeed. Francesca took a puff from her cigar.
"Remember how that man screamed when you put your cigarette up his nose?" The red-hot tip of her cigar coming closer to his face. He couldn't move and felt the heat of the cigar. Sweat ran down his spine.
"It's 24576-78QR12-2007-2020, password is Cerberus, get that cigar out off my face." He rattled off.
"Now wasn't that easy Teddy?" Francesca said. She picked up Teddy's cell-phone and dialled the bank. She gave the account-number and password and inquired for the balance. She cleared the account and let the money transfer into her own account.
Teddy was in red hot rage, but kept silent. He still hoped she would untie him and he could take revenge. Francesca looked at him all smiles.
"I hope you don't expect me to let you go, because I'm not. But I will help you. I'm going to phone your boss, so he can come and free you."
He got that foul taste in his mouth once more. "You can't do that! He'll kill me!" Teddy pleaded. "I know. I will not have to do that dirty job myself." Her smile widened.
"Fran please reconsider. You've got your money. Why would you have me killed?"
Francesca laughed out. "Oh poor Teddy, you don't think I'm going to fall for such a cheap trick, now do you? I've worked too long with you. None of my co-mercenaries have survived your service, but I plan on living for quite a long while! I hope the conversation with your boss will be more fruitful."
She strode away, pocketing Teddy's cell phone. After closing the door of the container, she phoned Teddy's employer and gave a short description what had happened. After she had finished that conversation she made a short call, that would bring serious troubles for Teddy and his boss.
She dropped the cell-phone in front of the car and drove over it. The car disappeared in the night. Francesca's rich future started that day.