Chp.48 the gunfight at the student Café
Anna pov.
Tuesday morning 0845 a.m. Seattle University student cafeteria:
I sit waiting for Mary to bring Elisa to me. The background check is still incomplete. I am worried about the information Christian told me Sunday at home. A threat is against us. Unknown person or persons what to harm us. The Plane was the first attack. Someone within the tight security is a traitor. I sip my tea.
Monday evening: Christian is stressed, business and now this threat has him manic. I tell Gail to hold dinner till eight. I take him by the hand to our room.
Entering, I take charge. "Christian Grey. Stipe naked and face down on the bed." I wait while he does what I say. "No, head at the foot." He is laid out. Looking at me. "close your eyes." I enter the closet emerging with my basket of massage tricks. He smiles. "Eyes Close. Mister Grey."
I enter the closet and change. I emerge from the closet wearing a soft leather bustier that half cups my breast letting the nipple free. An ankle length lace fronted black skirt. I walk toward him carrying a peacock feather. I run the feather along his body. Teasing the poor man. I work my fingers about the trace of his muscles. I watch him shift is pelvis to get comfortable. But I prevent that, by changing positions and pace. He is groaning like a man in desperate need.
I move the ottoman to the end of the bed. siting I pull him to me. placing his head in the flat of my skirt stretched between my leg. He moans loudly as he smells my wet sex just out of reach. I slowly begin to massage the neck, head, shoulders. Playing delicate circles and swirls while he tries to relax with his cock rock hard. I move my hips grinding my sex together. Raising the scent. He is close to exploding. I stand, walking around to the side. I slowly slip the bustier off.
He watches me, as I sway my hips to the soft music I put on earlier. I reach into my basket. Pulling the jeweled nipple clamps, he got me. the soft tips I lick and slowly hang on my nipples. He is panting. As I reach behind and drop the skirt. I slink on to his back. letting the jewel caress his back, stimulate his emotions. I straddled his ass. Rubbing and kneading his poor back muscles. While grind my sex on his ass, shifting my thigh to rub along his. I get very wet. He is moaning and panting. As I dismount. Working his arms.
I place his arm out from his body, palm up. I massage and work the arm muscles. I extend his first two finger. I slowly mount them. He slides them into my wet sex. He suddenly shifts. I hold him down. "Annaa?" I lean in letting the jewel tease his head. "YES, silver balls" he is shifting his hips trying to find a comfortable place to be. I move to the other arm and repeat. He is at the breaking point. Hell, I'm at the breaking point.
"Rollover" I mount his face. He licks and removes the wonderful silver ball. I scream in ecstasy. I slide down, mounting his cock. I ride like a madwoman. Gripping him, surging thru the waves of pleasure. He pulls the nipple clamps off as we reach the peak and detonate into oblivion. We lay simply spent. I cuddle to his chest. Loving the soft tender sound of his heart and the sweet sensation of his breath along my neck.
It's near midnight, before we sneak into the kitchen to eat. Gail has left a lite hardy dinner of mac and cheese with bacon and sausage. We escape back to our room, like mischief children. I hold his body close to mine. Letting the world escape to tomorrow.
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Tuesday 0847 Seattle university, cafeteria
"Mia, why aren't you at tryouts?" I ask a distracted Mia sits at the table.
"Linda frigging Moon." She says with a huff.
"Mia, why? aren't you at cheerleader tryout?" Kates ask as she seat herself leaning forward.
"Linda Moon, what why."
"I thought she was going to Alabama?"
"She was till she blew business math, can't qualify at Alabama for cheerleader. Now she's going here. And Linda James and Pat Van "HOOTERS" blacklisted me. I didn't even get to perform. The Coach is Pat cousin. The bitches" Mia says.
"I could ask Christian to help, you know level the field" I ask and Kate nods.
"Don't you dare. I am not going to get on a team because Christian bully or bribe the school. I am going to concentrate on my studies."
"What have you decided?" I ask
"Cooking, I want to cook. So I will change my classes from cheerleader too culinary. The professor already asked me to switch. He was judge at the county fair last year. When I won pies and brownies." Mia seem too lighted up. The spark is in her eye. I see Mary enter with Elisa. The battle begins.
"Sit Elisa." Pointing to a chair. "I'm very busy Anna, what do you need?"
"Sit Down Elisa!" she sits. "What is your problem with Mikey?" she seems taken aback. Angry even. "What do you mean?" I lean forward. "What happen Saturday night did not go unnoticed. What is your problem with Mikey?"
"Anna. It is none of your business!" "Mikey is our brother, it will always be our business, now answer the question, or else you will never get with a mile of Miley or anyone else. I watch her eyes dart to Mia. What the fuck. I am about to light her up when my sense spark red hot. I look at the CPO.
Where is Mia CPO Bradshaw? I sweep the front entrance. I can't remember seeing him. "Mia, where's Bradshaw?" she looks around "I don't know. Maybe the bathroom?" It makes sense. I Feel dread. I stand sweeping around the room in a full 360. By the back doors near the serving line are two men, out of place. Too old, wrong cloths. John has moved to me. suddenly Elisa stands.
"Sumter were in a kill box." He nods. Reaching for his cuff. "no radio, Bradshaw's missing."
"Girls purses only. We are moving towards the study rooms. Now. Quietly." Elisa orders. Do I trust her. I have to decide right now, right here. I have to go with my gut, yes I trust her. she hiding something, but right now I trust her. the girls look to me to lead. "let move." I grab my pack back. I empty my books and swing it on one shoulder. Elisa looks at me, as her hand disappears into her Louie Vuitton purse and doesn't emerge.
We move toward the study rooms, there near the bathrooms. So we could be going there. At the hallway Elisa lead left into an occupied study room, to a fire door. Her hand emerges with a set of keys. She uses the teachers key to disable the alarm. We exit outside. "No, to the Teachers lot".
Warren "the Cars are over there." "The cars are the next Kill box!" Elisa says as John agrees. We head left.
"What? We're outside heading for the" Warren says into his cuff. "NO WARREN DON'T" he looks at me. as Bradshaw and two men looking mean and evil rounds the building. They are reaching into gym bags.
My hand is already inside the hidden compartment of my pack around my Sig Sauer P250 compact 45 pistol. I draw as John sweep a Desert Eagle 357 out. Warren is flat footed as the fire fight erupts. Elisa didn't even draw her weapon. She shots thru her handbag. I aim and fire. John and Warren are taking the brunt of the hits.
"Anna, Action Left!" Elisa screams. I sweep left. The two guys from inside are exiting the fire door firing at us. I put both down. I turn to the remaining gunman, shit their getting up. Body Armor! I sweep back as Elisa put a round in each head. I swing back. the bad guys are down. O' God John. I rush to him.
Elisa check the bad guys and Warren. John is hit bad. I hold him to me. he smiles, that secret I know something smile. "Annie I love you, I always did. You were our parents light. I'm sorry I could save you." I kiss his forehead. He dies in my arms thinking I'm his sister Annie. Making peace with her. He died happy. I scream my anguish. How dare these animals take him from me. Elisa grabs my hair pulling me from my friend. She hugs me as we rush to join the girls.
"Remove the batteries from you cell phones, now. Kate keep your battery." We rush to her SUV. We load up the girls in the back. Elisa driving and me shotgun. Tear stream down are faces. We pull out a head south. "Kate! Ammo box is the back, get it. break the seal." Kate turns to get the box "Mary catch" throws her cell phone battery to her. The box holds a first aid kit USN, and two zip locked baggie cell phones. Mary grabs the first aid kit a starts to work on my arm.
I didn't realize I was shot. It doesn't hurt, isn't it supposed to hurt. Kate hands a cell phone to Elisa and me. I start to call Christian. "Don't call Chris." I look at her. "We need to evade and call Welch. We know security is breached. Christian could be running for his live. We need to see what's going on." She turns on the radio and pulls into McDonalds. What the fuck. She stopping for a happy meal.
"Four orange juice large, one coffee black four sugars." She drives forward. I look had her. "You guys are in adrenaline rush, shock, you need the juice to stabilize your blood sugar. We need time to think."
The radio blares with a shooting at Grey House. Two victims are rushed to the hospital. Witness say a middle-aged woman and young Hispanic boy were wounded. Elisa screams and punches the headliner. We stare at her. She reaches back and grabs Mia hand. "They will be alright. We have to pray." I am taken back. She doesn't say to the rest of us. Just Mia. What is going on?
We pull away, drinking our juice. I feel better. The adrenaline rush is coming down. I feel sleepy. Mary is holding Mia. They fade to sleep as I watch. Kate is a bundle of nerves looking out the rear window. I breath and call welch.
"Welch, Anna. What happened. Ok. Just minor wounds. Thank God. Everyone is converging on the hospital. Warren and John are dead. They ambushed at the student café. Bradshaw was the traitor. WHAT DO YOU MEAN! I will kill that asshole. We're heading to the hospital." "Anna nowhere not. Tell Welch were going to see Luke's Bird the one with doggie door he took Shawnee too see." I repeat to Welch. He answers "good idea. I will send back up there to this number. Code 4 Anna, code 4 remember." "Yes, I remember. Code 4" I hang up and removed the battery.
Minutes later we pull into the Boeing museum at Boeing field. Elisa hand me a lite jacket to cover my blood soaked blouse. We enter, pay and move to a small theater. I don't know what played, we just huddle together. I check Elisa phone we have thirty minutes till I put the battery in. I watch as Elisa hold Mia tight, whispering words of love and caring. Mia melts into her. she is so sensitive. Mary holds me and Kate. We wait.
We move to Luke's bird, the SR-71 black Bird. It's all he could talk about for a week. Shawnee got him the model. He builds it, hanging in their bedroom. His magical, mythical plane he wants to fly. Christian is a Jolly Green helicopter. The Big Bad Bird of Air Rescue.
"Welch, Anna? Yes. Elsinore Security five minutes at the doggie door. Yes. I remember. You're a cock sucking dog fucking asshole. Confirm. See you at the hospital."
I turn everyone is looking at me like I'm an alien. I blush red, at the speech I just said. "we need to move to the outside area, three SUV with Elsinore Security are waiting." We head out.
Elisa with her arm around Mia, "Hell of a security Check phrase." She smirks at me. my blush deepens. As Kate with Mary follow me out the door. Toward the former Air Force One. With a Doggie door in the Presidents flying office.
A small army wait us. I move forward my hand in my pack around my pistol. "You the Cock sucking Assholes." I turn a deep shade of red. I will be changing these security phrases. "Yes Ma'am, Chuck Elsinore, at your service. Here is my ID." I check its him. We load up. I relax for the first time.
"Ladies, I need the guns." We hand them over. "Elsinore, there's a Berretta 9mm under the back seat of my SUV, back in the parking lot at Boeing." Elisa says handing over her keys. He nods.
We cruise thru the city. I am slowly falling asleep. Mia is in Elisa arms. Mary and Kate are snoring in the back. I feel an arm. Elisa pulls me to her. I let sleep take me.
I wake, it hours later and were still driving in the SUV's. "What going on?" Your family has been transferred to the hospital in Portland." "Why" "Security and the press." They Helio out two hours ago. We should be at the new hospital in thirty minutes, unless anyone needs a restroom?" "I need one" Everyone needs one.
We pull into a motel. Chuck gets two rooms. We go in a use the restroom. We take time to wash up. Chuck hands me a tee shirt with the motel logo. I change out of John's blood. I wish I could take a shower. Kate, Locks the door. We strip and take a shower together. The three of us, we are afraid to be alone. I have never peed in front of anybody, not even Chris or Kate. But right here, right now, I can't close the door. As we dry off. A knock at the door. A hand sticks thru with two more tee shirts and three oversized male sweat pants. We change. It heaven to be out of those cloths.
Chuck apologizes for the sweats, that all the Motel had. I don't care. One of the guy's, individual bags each set of cloth for the police. We arrive at the Hospital, the press is still small, as we rush into the hospital.
The guys are waiting in the foyer. Christian sweeps me into a tight hug. I melt into him letting the stress and world disappear. Dad sweep us into a private set of suites. A doctor pulls me from Chris arms to exam my wound. Another one check Elisa, she took a gouge to the hip. My is a thru and thru to the outer arm. I cry suddenly remembering John. Chris cries with me. our friend is gone.
We are lead into a room with Grace and Carrick, Grace face is heavily bandaged. She does a mummy gag. We crack up, she mostly OK. The Glass from the windshield caused the damage. Mikey as a minor wound to his chest. A gouge to the torso, and one to the head. He is playing with Luke and Shawnee on the floor. A robotic Lego-storm set. He smiles at us. Elisa refuses to leave. She sits on the floor and hugs Mikey and Luke. Something is going on.
I turn to Dad, starting to ask a question, as Kaylee comes in with a food tray. I am suddenly hungry. The thick stew looks so good. As Chris pulls me onto his lap in a chair. I eat everything he puts in front on me. Kaylee keeps my bowl full till I fall asleep. I can find no strength to do anything but lay and dream of Christian in field of wildflowers, and copper hair children chasing about my legs.
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