Magic Bullet
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Ch. 11: Authority
RPOV
Bella filled me in about the Thule and why we were headed for Olympia. I was still pretty shocked about the morning's events. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought that the Supernatural World was as large as it is, or that there was shadow organizations bent on either saving humanity or conquering it. Now I co-starred in my own personal James Bond film. More like Jane Bond, and I was a like a Bond Girl.
Hold on, if this was a Jane Bond movie, and Bella is Jane, does this mean there were going to be Bond Boys? Oh, Hell no! As much as Edward would've loved the job, no Bond Boys; if I so much as heard of guys with idiotic names like Hung Lo Wang that got anywhere near my Kitten, they were dead. Bella smirked at me as if she had read my mind.
"Don't worry Sparkles, I have no need for any Bond Boys when I have my own Pussy Galore to satisfy my every desire," she purred. I had noticed that since this morning her native British accent was more pronounced. Combined with that purr and all I wanted was to have her tongue roam my body.
"How…," I stammered.
Her laughter filled the Hummer's interior. "Right after the first James Bond movie came out; I had a similar thought about Bond Boys. Eventually, I wanted to be like Derek Flint and be surrounded by beautiful women; when the first Flint movie debuted," she explained with a small smile.
We were closer to Olympia and I needed to focus. My mind had to be redirected from all the indecent thoughts that had just filtered through it. There was only one way I knew how to do that. "Why do you think the attacks in Port Angeles were a smokescreen for the break in at the Olympia Synagogue, again," I asked sheepishly.
Bella gave me an understanding look and put her game face on. "First, my attackers were all pros. Second, one of them wore a necklace with the symbol for a Thule Initiate. Third, Initiates were used to run low level operations like distractions to keep people's attention diverted from the true goal. Fourth, outside of the OSS, Jewish Kabalists were the biggest thorn in the Thule's side. Finally, of all the crimes that happened during the time period of the attacks, this one just jumped out at me," she explained.
I nodded and was about to ask about the Kabalistic thing when we pulled up in front of the Olympic Peninsula Synagogue. She had explained to me that there were not enough Jewish families in the outlying areas to warrant individual Temples, so the faithful pooled their resourced and built a regional Temple in Olympia. Seattle had enough of a Jewish population to support a few Temples on its own.
The Synagogue itself was a large ornate structure on the East side of the city. It had been built to resemble the descriptions of King Solomon's Temple; only on a smaller scale. Several cars were parked in the adjacent lot, one of which was a piece of shit Crown Victoria that practically screamed "COP CAR." Bella had her phone out and placed a call as soon as we had noticed it.
"Blackmore. Local colour at Olympia scene. Do the usual," she clipped coolly.
A man in his mid-fifties stormed out of the Synagogue and stormed over to us. He wore a cheap, off the rack, suit and looked like a reject from some '70's cop show. Red faced, he yelled, "Get the Hell away from my car! Who do you think you are?" I had no idea why he was so pissed off, but as an Agent in Training, I stepped back a pace and watched as Bella dealt with it.
The air around us started to thrum with power. Bella's body straightened almost imperceptibly, even for vampire sight, her five feet four inch frame suddenly seemed gargantuan; like it had taken up all of the available space. Her right eyebrow arched then she took two deliberate steps forward. With each step, the ground quaked under her Authority. She directed the full brunt of that power toward the enraged police officer.
Jasper had once told me that any good leader of men could pull an aura of power that was almost divine. It could be used to awe and inspire their subordinates; making them more than willing to obey orders, or used against an enemy to cower them. That power was a double edged sword, if a leader abused it, his men would mutiny. I had never really understood what he had meant until now.
The older cop staggered under the weight of it and stopped abruptly. The rage drained from his face while his expression became apologetic. "Sorry, didn't mean to be so gruff, its just punk kids like to mess with Police cars," he choked out.
"Do we look like punk kids to you? On second thought, do not answer that. I am Agent Blackmore and that is my partner Agent Hale, we are with Interpol. For the past two weeks there has been a rash of Synagogue vandalisms throughout Europe and North America. The Israeli Government has taken an interest and requested Interpol lead the investigation. Now, remove yourself from MY crime scene," she seethed. Her voice had taken on a cold, knife like, edge and the older cop looked as if each word had physically cut him.
The older man just stood there and refused to move. He called his Captain on his cell phone and was shocked when the other man confirmed everything that Bella had just said. She brushed past him with a sneer of contempt and we made our way into the Synagogue. The fool stammered out another apology then climbed into his car and left.