2. Vigilante for Hire
By Author Antwan Floyd
Day Six
Standing on the balcony of the RIU Palace
Tropical Bay resort and hotel in Jamaica. Danielle
stared out on to the beautiful white sands through
her Bvlgari sunglasses, she exhaled admiring the
subtleties of the orange, red, and yellow hues of the
sun setting, casting a luminous sparkle off the
water. A chill tickled her spine as she took a sip
from her glass of Riesling White Wine. Standing at
4’9 weighing, 120 lbs., skin tone a golden brown,
hair cut into an inverted bob that revealed strong
cheekbones and dazzling brown eyes.
Setting the glass on the edge of the balcony she
picked up the Cohiba cigar filled with the greenest
lime Kush with orange speckles the country had to
offer placed it between her full sensual lips lit it and
pulled. Holding the potent smoke in for several
seconds she let it marinate in her lungs before
closing her eyes and slowly blowing it out. Setting
the Cohiba back into the ashtray she looked down at
her hands. The fresh manicure she had no longer
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looked fresh. On her left hand on her ring finger a
nail was chipped. On her right hand the fingernail
polish on several fingers was chipped. She rubbed
her right hand feverishly trying to remove the dried
up blood.
“Shit was supposed to be different this time Viv,
damn.” She said aloud as she stepped back into the
room stepping over the body that lay on the floor.
Vivian was her sister; second to oldest it was three
of them. Vivian had been the middle child, she was
the baby and Tracie was the oldest of the three. She
went into survivor mode that’s what she had been
trained for since a child.
Walking through the room and ridding the room
of any fingerprints she may have left she rummaged
through the dead man’s pockets and removed a
wallet and a switchblade. Opening the wallet she
found a phony drivers license said his name was
Dion Lefevre and he lived in Paris. Could of been
real for all she knew the man that she’d known as
Alanzo DeLuca could of been a fake name never
could tell in this business. The other items in the
wallet were $500.00 American all in small bills,
$500.00 in Euro, and a sim card. Dropping the items
into her Precious Rose Bag a designer purse made
in the shape of a perfect flower, the bag is made
with 1,016 diamonds totaling 42.56 carats, 1,169
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pink sapphires and 800 tourmaline’s retail $92,000
when she saw it she just knew she had to have it.
Standing erect she grabbed the handle to her Tumi
luggage and wheeled it towards the door. Stopping
at the door she ducked into the bathroom and closed
the door when she heard someone slide the
electronic room key in.
Forgetting all about the knife in her purse, she
clutched the same weapon she had used only hours
ago to kill Alanzo, a bloody shoelace from a
military boot. She held her breath as she thought
about the actions that had taken her to where she
was now from FBI agent to felon all in one week.
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Sitting at her desk in the San Francisco Field
Office Danielle scanned through emails, mostly
junk mail she paused and thought about the
accomplishments she’d made in such a short
amount of time. Only a 21 yr. old and 2nd in
command of the white-collar Crime Program,
National Foreign Intelligence Program and
Terrorism Program. She’d always been an over
achiever. Home schooled by her father since she
was 9 years old. She excelled in Math, Science, and
English Comprehension. At the age of 12 she
commuted back and forth from Shreveport, LA
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where she lived with her father and two sisters to
attend school at Massachusetts Institute of
Technology after testing out of high school with a
5.0. Her father had entrusted her with an Aunt
Nellie. No relation an old comrade of her father’s
during the war days back when he was an enlisted
man. Danielle smiled she missed Aunt Nellie.
Scrolling down further into her emails there was
an email that stuck out in her spam, it was an
advertising for the San Francisco Black Film
Festival sent by Auntie Nellie saying she was only
in town for a couple of days and wanted her to join
her. Said to wear something nice she was bringing a
man for her his name was Leroy Terrance Gregory.
Danielle deleted the message, logged off and
headed for the door.
Twenty minutes later she drove through
Nihonmachi, also known as Japan town, the Japan
Center, and Little Osaka, a neighborhood of the
Western Addition roughly within the confines of
Sutter Street to the north, Geary Street to the south,
Fillmore to the west, and Laguna to the east.
Heading down Geary Boulevard towards the
Fillmore Theater she parked checked her glock 23
and exited the vehicle.
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She didn’t know to feel excited or nervous she
hadn’t seen him in so long but for him to come out
in the open it had to be serious. Her father wanted to
meet her there Aunt Nellie wouldn’t be there and
there was no Leroy Terrance Gregory it was
military code the first initial of every name spelled
out the initials LTG short for Lieutenant General,
Danielle was going to see her father. Walking
forward head held high she made it to the front door
of the Fillmore and purchased a ticket. Making her
way to the bar she ordered a shot of Bombay
Sapphire.
“Drinking on the clock Special Agent Irvin?”
Trying not to appear surprised that she’d let him
get the drop on her she downed her drink ignoring
the remark and moved towards the theater. He
followed behind quickly stepping ahead of her
opening the door and holding it. He followed and
sat next to her and speaking in a whispered tone she
asked,
“What is it lieutenant?”
A bristly shaven man with dark eyes and a jagged
jaw bone in his early fifties sporting a posh dark
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colored Valentino suit leaned into her ear and
spoke,
“It’s your sister.”
He smelled of Clive Christian No. 1. She smiled she
loved that scent she’d gotten it as a Christmas gift
last year.
“Let me guess Vivian again.”
“I would’ve gone myself but.”
“What is it lieutenant she disappears all the time
prancing from one country to the next with another
get rich quick scheme I don’t have time…”
He cut her off mid-sentence. “It’s more to it this
time Danni.” That’s what he called her, what they
all called her since she was old enough to walk.
“Where is she this time lieutenant? Greece, Japan,
Seychelles?
Lieutenant General just growled from frustration,
the three sisters had been virtually nemesis their
whole lives and now was not the time although he
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knew Danielle wasn’t all-wrong. “She’s in
Cologne.”
“Germany?”
“Been there for a while now managing some girl
group out of New Zealand call themselves the Wet
Pussies, she’s been more stable.”
“Jeez lieutenant the wet who? That's kind of crass
isn't it?”
“Don't look at me it was your sister's idea.”
“Well if she's more stable what’s the issue then?”
“Hadn’t heard from her in a while so I contacted the
local hospitals and morgues.”
“Straight to the hospitals and morgues? No friends
or boyfriends? What about any of the band
members?”
“She was seeing a guy, can’t find him on the radar
through my usual connections no known Birth
Certificate, Social, or any signs of birth parents or
relatives.”
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“Off the grid, think he’s a sleeper?”
“Afraid so if he is Vivian has to know, she’s been
raised to detect em since she could crawl.”
“What do you want me to do lieutenant? I just
started with the bureau I have a lot on my plate.”
“Maybe use some of those bureau connections you
have or if worst comes to worst fly out and see for
your self what it is.”
“I don’t know it all seems a bit much so what if she
is seeing a player how bad can it be?”
“Maybe your right, I shouldn’t have asked you I
mean she is your sister and all but she’s not your
responsibility I’ll go. I’ll be in touch.” He stood to
leave. She grabbed his arm.
“Wait, I’ll check around.”
“You don’t have too.”
“Sure I do, she’s my sister...an irresponsible,
inconsiderate bitch at times but my sister all the
same. Besides its too risky for you.”
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“What? Fuck Interpol.”
The lieutenant had spent the better years of his
life hiding in plain view. On the run from the
United States Army for treason and murder Danielle
never questioned, he protests his innocence and that
was enough for her. He’d been on the run since she
was a child raising her and her two sisters. He was
on the FBI’s most wanted list and flagged in several
countries.
“Negative, why risk it if you don’t have too, I’ll go.
You talk to Tracie?”
“She hasn’t heard from her.”
“I find out anything I’ll get in touch through the
usual channels.”
“Affirmative, you be safe out there Danni.”
She placed her hand on the side of his face. “You
stay invisible lieutenant.”
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Awaking from her daydream back in the
bathroom she heard the assailant moving about the
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room. Danielle eased the door open and crept up
behind the woman, pouncing on her from behind
she wrapped the shoelace around the intruder’s
throat and began to pull. The intruder struggled a bit
but after regaining her footing grabbed Danielle by
her arm using her hips tossed Danielle over her
head sending her crashing down on top of the
corpse. Before she could regain her bearings the
intruder pulled her P-89 and had it trained on
Danielle.
“Don’t move.”
Danielle froze. Fists clenched holding on to the
bloody shoelace. Teeth clenched she spoke.
“Lower your weapon, I'm a Special Agent with the
United States FBI.”
Weapon still trained on Danielle the intruder
cocked back the hammer. “Being a bit overzealous
aren't we? Former Special Agent Irvin I doubt if
you'll get a heroes welcoming back to the bureau
being that your number 3 on their international
watch list now.”
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Danielle stood to her feet. Hearing herself being
referred to as a former special agent made her skin
crawl. “Who are you? Who sent you?”
The woman lowered her weapon and placed it back
into her holster. “Field Commander Ellsworth.”
Danielle stepped closer to the woman. “Aunt Nellie
sent you?”
“She has a team here said you may need some
help.”
“A team? What kind of team?” Danielle asked
never wavering eye contact from the woman.
“The Death Brigade.”
“You're kidding right?”
“Do I look like I'm kidding?"
Danielle smirked. She can't be serious she thought.
“Death Brigade? That's kind of comic bookish isn't
it?”
The woman smirked back. “I assure you former
Special Agent Irvin if a contract was being filled on
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you by any member of the Brigade you'd think it
was anything but comical.”
“Yeah I bet.”Danielle responded with skepticism.
"So who are you? The head Brigadier?” Danielle
asked sizing the woman up. She stood just as tall as
Danielle, same golden brown skin, strong cheek
bones, and brown eyes. She was a bit heavier than
Danielle, not fat more on the thick side. She had
more curves and breasts than Danielle had. In her
late forties, as Danielle's hair was short hers was
shoulder length, silver with blonde highlights.
“I'm the Lioness.”
Danielle laughed. “You've got to be kidding me?
Where the camera's at? Kutcher come out them
closets I got to be getting Punk'd! The Lioness?”
“Pay attention former Special Agent Irvin. The
Death Brigade was contracted by your aunt to get
you back state side safely.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“There's a contract on your head.”
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"No, buy who?"
"Alanzo's former business partner. Something about
a file. The bounty is five million dead, ten if your
brought in alive."
Danielle sat down on the bed. "Now I know this
isn't real, Aunt Nellie can't afford that why are you
doing this? Why not bring me in and collect the
bounty yourselves?"
"As you know former Special Agent Irvin, in this
business sometimes favors are more valuable than
money."
Danielle was becoming agitated. "Cut it with the
former Special Agent Irvin routine alright?"
"Well your no longer employed by the bureau what
should I call you?"
"How about Danielle, Lioness?"
"Danielle we have to move…hold on." Lioness
spoke through the two way radio in her sleeve,
listening through the ear piece connected. "What's
your ETA?"
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The Lioness moved towards the door motioning for
Danielle to follow. "Send the Cleaner, have the
Brigade meet us at rendezvous in 0-1800."
Danielle hesitated still unsure if she should trust the
stranger or not.
"Let's move it Irvin."
"I told you its Danielle. And how do I know your
not working with Alanzo's old team?"
"If I wanted you dead, you would be. I've been
watching you from the roof across the street with a
scope I could of taken you out when you were on
the balcony drinking your wine. Lets move part of
my team's down stairs waiting."
"Wait, I don't have a gun."
Lioness removed her firearm from the holster
spinning it in her hand so that the butt of the gun
was facing Danielle. Danielle took the weapon,
stuffed it in the front of her pants and quickly
followed behind Lioness.
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"I want that back Irvin it was a Christmas gift."
Lioness spat out never breaking stride as she made
her way to the hotel's elevator.
Stepping off the elevator and out of the hotel onto
the street Danielle's eyes scanned east and Lioness
scanned west. Walking half way down the block as
they turned the corner on A1 and headed towards
the Queen Drive. A white Toyota Hiace pulled up
and the back passenger door flew open. A man slid
over to the other side of the back seat. "Get in."
Before Danielle could react. Lioness snatched
open the passenger door of the front seat and
hopped in. As she closed the door Danielle hopped
in the back seat closing the door as the car jerked
off into traffic.
"This is Wretched he'll be your protector." Lioness
said turning in her seat motioning towards the man
seated next to Danielle. Wretched was bronze
colored with curly hair and dark eyes. A scar ran
from underneath his bottom lip down to his chin. If
Danielle had to guess she'd say he was Tunni.
"Nice to meet you Wretched, I'm Danielle." She
extended her hand to shake his. He ignored her
gesture.
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"I know who you are."
She lowered her hand. "So gentleman like."
He turned his head and looked out the window
scanning for suspicious vehicles. "أول نعمل مجانا وانها
فم الذكية. يجب أن تتحول الحمار في لفضله، وأتساءل كيف تفكر
" ”.مثلللرجل الذي سيكون؟First we work for free and
she has a smart mouth. Should turn her ass in for the
bounty, I wonder how gentleman like she thinks
that will be?" Wretched mumbled in Arabic.
The driver laughed. Lioness shook her head and
turned around in her seat. The sound of a hammer
being cocked back took Wretched by surprise as he
looked down and saw the barrel of the P89 pressed
against his balls. Danielle spoke in Arabic,
"،ليس مثل الرجل في كل شيء ، كيف كنت نوبة أنتقل إلى امرأة
" “ ونرى كيف هي أخلق الخاص بعد ذلك؟Not gentleman
like at all, how bout I turn you into a woman and
see how your manners are then?"
Wretched held his arms up as he turned and
looked at Danielle defiantly. The driver looking
through the rear view mirror into the backseat
laughed.
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"Told you, you should of read the file on her
Wretched, she's fluent in five languages that we
know of." Lioness said never turning in her seat.
"Put it way, Irvin."
Danielle cocked back the hammer into position of
safety and sat the pistol on her lap. "Who are you
Mr. Driver man?"
"Me? They call me John Crawfish ma'am. Please
forgive me if I don't shake your hand on the count
that I'm driving." John said laughing.
"Fuck you Crawfish." Wretched said laughing.
"Okay people stay alert." Lioness said looking
through her door's rear view mirror.
"What's the exit plan?" Danielle asked tapping the
butt of her gun with her thumb.
"Nervous Irvin?" Wretched asked. Looking at her
anxious movements.
"My nerves like a steel trap Wretched don't you
worry bout me none."
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"0-1800 we meet the rest of the team at rendezvous
they'll have the proper documents for us we'll
discuss the exit plan then." Lioness answered
cutting the two off before they got at it again.
"You say the rest of the team how many members
are there?"
"Including us three there's seven. Wretched here
was a bodyguard for Jacob Zuma when he was the
Deputy President of South Africa, Homer Valdez,
and a former assassin for the British government.
He knows how to get next to people with out
detection more importantly he knows how to keep
them from you. You don't move until he moves, he's
the best at what he does he'll get you state side
alive."
"Homer Valdez? The Mexican drug lord?"
"The very same." Wretched answered cracking a sly
smile.
Lioness continued. "John Crawfish former narcotics
detective for the Baton Rouge police department.
Busted back down to patrolman for a drug raid gone
bad. He quit did some freelance hits in Yonkers and
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Connecticut until he was recruited by the Death
Brigade."
"What's your specialty Lioness?"
"I'm the hunter, I feed the pride go out and get the
jobs for us to eat."
"The rest of the team?"
"We have the Cleaner, Sarafina, Vincent the
Pollack, and the Florist you'll find out what they do
when you meet them."
"What's the prick's name who put out the hit on
me?"
“Krv Merchant. What's on that file?”
“Krv? Blood Merchant, he's Croatian?”
The Lioness didn't respond.
Danielle sighed. “I don't know anything about a
file.”
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“You know something he's not going to shell out
ten million big ones unless its something pretty
damaging.”
Danielle reclined in the backseat and closed her
eyes. “I don't know anything.”
Lioness didn't respond. They all rode in silence.
Danielle thought about her first occurrence with
Alanzo.
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Day One
Danielle stepped off the plane at the
Cologne/Bonn Airport. After going through airport
security she made her way to baggage claim
grabbed her bags then went over to pick up the
rental car she had waiting.
She'd been here before had a former boyfriend
who lived here his name was Christof. He had a
Masters in criminal psychology and dealt in stolen
art. It had been some time since she'd seen him.
Luckily for her they ended on good terms. She
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wanted to move about the country with out using
any of her bureau connections he rented the car and
room for her.
After checking into the Dom Hotel located at
Domkloster 2a, she showered, changed and went for
drinks at the Kuppers Brauhas a night club not far
from the hotel. Standing at the bar wearing a black
spaghetti strap tank top with the words Daughter of
a Field Nigga and proud of it emblazoned across
the front in bold white letters, a pair of white shape
fitting Citizens of Humanity Jeans that hugged her
frame perfectly and a pair of beige and cream
Coach Oliana sandals showing off her French
pedicure. She ordered a shot of Rachmaninoff and
took a seat in the back of the bar.
The neo-soul sounds of Estelle came blaring
through the speakers as the crowd of twenty year
old patrons made their way to the dance floor.
Danielle sipped her drink and nodded her head as
the song went off and Lena Stranger's “Taken By A
Stranger” came on after the Estelle joint. The
crowd went wild.
"Excuse Me Miss Sie sind sehr attraktiv machen
Sie, wenn ich Sie mitmachen? "Excuse me miss you
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are quite attractive do you mind if I join you?" The
stranger asked in German.
"Leider bin ich auf jemanden warten."
"Sorry I'm waiting for some one." She replied back
in German.
"Er muß ein sehr guter Mann für eine Frau so
schön, wie Sie sich selbst allein zu warten er
erschossen werden sollte, um sein." "He must be a
very good man for a woman as beautiful as your
self to have to wait alone he should be shot."
"Das ist sehr schmeichelhaft, äh, was ist Ihr
Name?" "That is very flattering, uh what is your
name?"
"Verzeihen Sie meine Unhöflichkeit, mein Name ist
Fabian und du bist?” "Pardon my rudeness I am
Fabian and you are?"
"Francesca, sprechen Sie Englisch?“ "Francesca,
do you speak English?" she asked taking a sip from
her glass.
"Yes I do." Fabian answered in almost perfect
English.
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"Well Fabian perhaps some other time, I promise."
"I'll hold you to that Madame Francesca."
He bowed and made his way to a petite double D
brunette standing near the bar. Fabian was quite
handsome but that's not what she was there for.
Two drinks later just as she was prepared to give up
on waiting and leave Isabella showed up at the bar
looking lost. Danielle recognized the girl from her
myspace page she was one of the back up singers
for the Wet Pussies. Danielle waved the girl over as
Kanye West's “All of the Lights” came on. Isabella
bopped over singing. "That is my song." She sat
across from Danielle.
"Isabella, I'm Danielle."
"Nice to meet you Danni, oh I'm sorry that's just
what Vivian called you."
"Danni is fine, she spoke of me?"
"Yes quite often."
"When was the last time you saw her?"
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"Its been a week now, which is really weird because
this is so unlike her."
This little girl didn't know my sister at all, the
Vivian that I knew would drop everything and be on
a plane in a new continent at the drop of a dime.
Danielle thought to herself as she swallowed the
remainder of her drink. "I see. What about any of
the other band members?"
"No ones heard anything, I have the keys to her
apartment if you'd like to go by and look around."
"Lets go, are you driving?"
Isabella stood from her seat. "Yes you can follow
me."
They made their way from the bar out onto
Schönhauser Straße / Alteburger Straße. Climbing
into her car Danielle followed Isabella's solid black
BMW M3 convertible. It didn't take long to make it
to Belgisches Viertel (Belgian Quarter). They rode
pass the main rail way track which formed a ring.
The Belgian Quarter sat between the track and the
ring.
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It appeared to be a somewhat peaceful area.
Nestled amongst pubs, five minutes walk to the
nightlife. Danielle pulled behind Isabella and got
out. She followed her into the building and down
the hall, Vivian's apartment was on the first floor.
Isabella placed the key into the lock and unlocked
the door. As she pushed the door open and walked
in Danielle held her breath, her body tensed up.
Didn't know what to expect.
Looking around the apartment it was a mixture of
bohemian/hip-hop/contemporary as the décor. It
looked a mess. A picture of President and Michelle
Obama during his inauguration hung in the middle
of the wall and on one side of the picture was a
picture of Notorious B.I.G. sitting at a table playing
poker and on the other side was a picture of Tupac
Shakur standing in a cotton field surrounded by
slaves.
Walking around the apartment. A Black
Mahogany Ralph Lauren Mohair 100%, Belgium
Wyland Sofa, She thumbed through her record
collection. Surprised she still had them, from her DJ
days. She had a stint when all she wanted to do was
DJ she got a few gigs at house parties and
nightclubs but just like everything else in life right
when she was offered a job as an on air personality
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for Q93 in New Orleans she left them hanging and
quit, upped and moved to Hollywood said she
wanted to pursuit her dreams of being a
screenwriter. That was the last I'd heard from her.
Danielle thought to herself.
She made my way to her bedroom clothes and
shoes were all over the place, the bed was unmade,
a bottle of half drunken Sobieski Vodka sat on the
dresser. Stepping over the clothes and nearing her
lap top she accidentally stepped into a plate of
lasagna in white sauce she'd left on the floor.
“Shit” Looking down, she had white sauce on the
heel of her shoe. “What are you doing with the keys
to her place?”
“She gave them to me in case of an emergency.”
She made her way over to her desk and picked up
her laptop. Placing it underneath her arm and made
it back to the living room. “Tell me about her
boyfriend.”
“Alanzo Deluca a bit of a snob at times but you
could tell he was a gangster.
“Was?”
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“Well he came around every so often in the
beginning and he had this aura about himself.”
“Go on.”
“He didn't talk much about how he made his money
all we knew was that he had a lot of it and didn't
mind spending it on Vivian. Don't get me wrong he
was far from being a dumb man but he just didn't
strike me as the college/business type if you know
what I mean?”
She looked around the place one last time and made
her way to the door. “Can you get in touch with
him?”
“You don't think he had anything to do with her
disappearance do you?”
“I just want to meet him, that's all.”
Out on the street, Danielle gave her the name of the
hotel she was staying at and her cellular number.
“You get in touch with Alanzo and have him
contact me okay?”
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“I'll do my best Danni, he hasn't been around since
she disappeared, he has a cafe on Unter
Fettenhennen 11 over in the Altstadt-Nord
neighborhood that he owns I'll try there.”
“Do your best.”
“Take care.”
She didn't respond. She opened the drivers door
climbed in and threw the laptop on the passenger
seat. Starting the car she turned on the GPS and
entered the address to the hotel she was staying in.
She needed to get back to the room and see what
Viv had on her hard drive. She could of easily
broken the code that Viv more than likely had on
her laptop but she was guessing what ever was on
there little Miss Wet Pussy didn't need to see.
She pulled up to the light and stopped. A Cargo
Marketing Spedition truck pulls up to the light on
the opposite side of her, flashing his high beams he
swerves in front of her blocking her path. The doors
slide open and three men jump out and began firing.
She ducked as the bullets tore into the windshield.
She shifted into reverse and hit the gas. Driving at
80 mph in reverse she zig-zagged avoiding on
coming traffic. Glancing back ahead the men
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followed on foot chasing still firing. Slamming on
the brakes shifted back into drive and gunned it
head on towards the shooters hitting one knocking
him thirty-feet into the air. The other shooter
jumped out of the way and kept firing.
Doing a doughnut in the middle of the street and
was prepared to hit the second shooter when she
saw the truck approaching, the driver was hanging
from the window shooting. Smashing the gas and
taking a sharp turn going off road into the woods
she kept driving, turned off the lights and drove in
the dark hoping not to hit any deer or any other
animals didn't know what was out there. The left
back side of the car wobbled, it was a flat. She
looked back, saw the headlights of the truck still
following.
Riding on a rim she made a sharp right turn
splashing into a creek rode a few more feet and got
stuck. Smashed the gas, didn't budge. Anxiously
shifted to reverse, didn't budge. Back to drive, still
didn't move. Grabbed the laptop jumped out and
ran. Clutching the laptop she could hear the truck
screech to a stop and the doors open and close.
Judging by the sounds of the footsteps behind there
were three maybe four people after her, it was hard
to tell heart pounding , plus sticks, gravel and mud
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she sloshed through made it hard to distinguish.
Ducking behind a tree she listened. The sounds of
the night filled the air crickets, birds, and squirrels.
Footsteps crept through the woods. She held her
breath and listened,off to the distance the sound of
traffic, possibly a free way.
Clutching the lap top she eased towards the sound
of traffic. No longer able to hear the men after her,
she sped up as the sound of cars became louder. She
ducked through some brush separating the woods
from road.
“Hey, stop!” A voice from behind yelled out. She
never looked back, just took off through the bushes
running through traffic as cars swerved trying not to
hit her. Almost to the other side of the free way she
heard bullets piercing the sides of cars near her.
She crouched and continued running. Looking
back three men were dead on her heals firing
silenced weapons. A car window shattered in front
of her, she dropped the lap top as the woman
driving the car face ripped open. She paused and
ducked. Looking back at the lap top on the ground,
back at her pursuers, then back at the lap top. They
were gaining on her she left the laptop jumped up
and dashed towards a parked car, the driver watched
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in awe as she ran towards him. Just as she grabbed
the door prepared to snatch the man out and take his
car her body involuntarily spun and smacked the
ground.
She felt the burn in her shoulder as she scooted
back towards a parked car leaning her back against
it to gain leverage to get to her feet. Her eyes
watered as she glanced down at the blood seeping
from her shoulder. She braced herself to stand,
looked up into the eyes of one of her attackers....he
took aim and fired.
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She woke up to the sound of voices. She wasn't
bound to the bed. She had a bandage on her
shoulder from where she'd been shot and an I-V in
her arm. She tried to get up but couldn't move. She
attempted to speak but the words were barely
audible and sounded slurred.
“What's wrong with me?” She said to herself as she
fumbled with the I-V.
As far as she could see it wasn't a hospital.
Looking around the room it looked as if it was a
basement, or an abandoned building maybe, really
couldn't tell. The man and woman talking entered
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the room and stood near the door, she could hear
them more clearly now but could not focus her eyes
clearly.
“I told you to get her to me, that's it, that's all!” The
woman said.
“And we did.” The man retorted.
“Barely, this was a simple snatch and grab job and
you almost killed her.”
“From what you told me about her I wasn't taking
any chances so we went in hard.”
“You didn't have to shoot her with live ammunition,
you shot her with a tranquilizer to get her here, how
come you just didn't start out with tranqs?”
He ignored her question. Judging from the
accents of the voices the man speaking was
definitely German, the woman American. But what
did they want with me? She thought.
“Help!” She mumbled as she felt herself dosing
back to sleep.
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The man stepped near the bed and looked down
at her. With him being closer his face became clear.
He wore a tight fitting Amber Crombie and Fitch
shirt his muscular arms and chest filling the shirt
out. Black jeans, and sunglasses covering his face.
Shoulder length dirty blonde hair, cheap cologne
and cigarette smoke from his clothes filled her
nostrils.
“She's awake?” The woman asked as she stepped
closer.
“She's barely coherent, in and out.”
“Did you at least make the delivery, successfully?”
“Affirmative.”
“What medication do you have her on?”
“Rohypnol”
“You gave her a roofie?”
“Calm down it's an anesthetic, she'll be fine.”
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She stepped closer to the bed and looked down into
her face. She touched her hand. “You damn well
better hope so.”
Danielle squeezed her hand as she felt sleep falling
over her, she tried to speak. “Vivian?”
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Day Two
Jumping up from her sleep, she jumped from the
bed to her feet and looked around the room, her
head spun as she sat back down. Looking about the
room her sense of awareness hit her dead on like an
on coming train. She was back in her hotel room.
She closed her eyes inhaling and exhaling quickly,
pulled down the collar over the shoulder from
where she had been shot. She had to admit, it was
bandaged up nicely. The memories all came
flooding back. Isabella, the laptop, the car chase,
being shot, and Vivian!
Standing and pulling the shirt over her head and
dropping it in the waste basket, made her way to the
rest room. Looking at her reflection in the bathroom
mirror, She looked like hell. Face was dirty and
oily, hair matted and dirty. She removed the
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bandage and dropped it in the trash can. Staring
intently at the scar through the bath room mirror it
had been sealed with liquid stitches. She removed
her jeans and turned on the shower. It didn't take
long for the bathroom to fill with steam. She came
out of her panties and bra, closed the bathroom door
and climbed in. Letting the hot water rain down on
her tired body she couldn't help but to wonder what
she had gotten herself into, and if that really was
Vivian she saw or a hallucination from the drugs
they pumped into her arm.
Twenty minutes later she turned off the water
wrapped her hair in a towel and body in another
towel. Just as she grabbed the doorknob she heard
movement in her room. Stepping away from the
door she looked about the bathroom frantically for
something to protect herself. Tucking the towel
more tightly she pulled the towel from her hair and
laid it on top of the sink.
Picking up a fingernail file and moving quickly
she used it to pop the top cap from the sinks faucet
handles to reveal the screw she began unscrewing
the hot water handle, then the cold dropping them
both into the towel. Next making her way to the
shower and doing the same with the handles from
the shower. Once all of the handles were in the
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towel she wrapped the towel around her hand, crept
back to the door and continued listening. As far as
she could tell it was only one out there but she was
prepared for anything. Snatching the bathroom door
open she rushed out screaming and swinging
catching the intruder off guard, his back was to her
she came down hard and fast across the back of his
head. Blood shot into the air as he dropped to his
knees, rolled over and pulled his fire arm.
“Stop or I'll shoot!” He yelled.
They both paused.
“Christof?”
“Danni what the hell is wrong with you?”
Danielle dropped the towel, rushed to the bath
room and returned with a fresh towel. She dropped
to her knees and placed the towel to the wound on
the back of his head.
“Oh my God, I'm so sorry.”
“You should be, your lucky I didn't kill you.”
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“Wait a minute now, what the hell are you doing
creeping around my room uninvited?”
“I ain't seen you in I don't know how long just
wanted to surprise you, that's all.”
“You know I don't like surprises Christof.” She
said as she rose to her feet and began going through
her suitcase looking for something to wear.
He stood. “I remember now.” He said with a light
chuckle looking at the bloodstained towel.
“You should see a doctor.” She commented as
she grabbed her undergarments, a pair of baby phat
jeans, and a gray MIT sweat shirt and returned to
the bathroom.
He spoke through the door. “I'll be fine. You find
out anything about your sister?”
“Nothing pertinent yet.”
“What's nothing?”
“Met with one of the band members last night she
told me about Alanzo Deluca, a guy Vivian was
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seeing. Says he owns a cafe, think I might check it
out today see if anything turns up.”
“De Luca huh?”
She stepped out of the bathroom. “Yeah, heard of
em? Isabella says he's a gangster of some sort.”
“Heard of em yeah, gangster no.”
Walking over to her suitcase she grabbed her bag
with her hygienic items and removed a small bottle
of lotion. Squeezing the tube and applying lotion to
the palm of her hand she began to rub the lotion
together and oil her face. “So what about em?”
“Alanzo De Luca, he's the nephew of a foreign
diplomat from his native Monaco. Heard he's into a
lot of bad things but far from a gangster.”
“Can you get me a file on him?”
“Look Danni what is this all about? Why don't
you call the local authorities and let them handle
this?”
“Its not that simple anymore, I was attacked last
night.”
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“What, what happened? Are you alright?”
“Christof, I'm fine just get me another car, a gun,
and that file on De Luca.”
“Fine I'm going with you.”
“It's not necessary.” She pulled a matching gray
MIT baseball cap over her head. “Just get me what I
need and meet me back here in an hour, with the
stuff I asked for I'll fill you in then.”
Christof stood at six feet even, curly hair,
naturally dark olive colored skin, and piercing dark
eyes, a muscular build. He looked better than
Danielle had remembered. He grabbed her by her
arms and pulled her close. “I don't agree with what
your doing. Just because he's not a gangster doesn't
mean he's not dangerous.”
Danielle pulled away looking up into his eyes she
felt her knees get weak. “I can handle myself.”
Christof removed his fire arm and handed it to
Danielle. “It's a throw away.”
She took the weapon, removed the clip, checked
it, cocked it back and placed it in her waist in the
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small of her back. “Thanks Christof don't be angry
with me I appreciate everything your doing but I
need to handle this on my own it's family business.”
“Family huh?”
Danielle dropped her head, Christof placed his
hand underneath her chin, raising her face so that
their eyes met. She pulled away, turning her face
from his. She made her way to the door.
“We have to talk about this Danni.”
She paused at the door, with her back to him. “I
know Christof, just not now.” A tear dropped from
her eye as she opened the door and left.
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Twenty minutes later she pulled up to the
Altstadt-Nord neighborhood where De Luca's cafe
was located. She didn't know the name of the cafe
so she would have to check them all. She could of
waited for Isabella to get back with her but at this
point she didn't know if she could trust her or not,
she was the only person other than Christof that
knew she was in Germany. For all she knew she
could have been the one to set her up, then what
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about Vivian? Danielle still had that on her mind.
Her sensible side was telling her to get on a plane
and go home, but something else kept pushing her
on.
A half an hour, four cafes later she'd finally
found a cafe that said they actually heard of Alanzo
De Luca. The cafe wasn't too small, wasn't too big
had a warm homely feel to it. A group of college
students sat off to the back of the restaurant paired
off into couples boy-girl, boy-girl all talking and
laughing. A middle aged man sat at the counter
reading the days newspaper called Aktiv. Eiskaffee
and Apple deutschen Schokoladenkuchen sat on the
counter in front of him. She sat a few chairs down
from him at the counter.
Six feet, six inches, warm brown eyes, a golden
tan, with black hair cut neat and trim. He wore a
baby face handsome enough to wear it was as if he
silently invited you to touch his face, touch his lips,
chest and abs. Well not actually his abs, Danielle
thought to herself as she imagined what he may
look like naked. He flashed a million dollar smile
that made Danielle giddy, she smiled back letting
out a school girl laugh.
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“Hallo” He said sporting a black silk button down
shirt, matching slacks covered by an apron.
“Hallo” She replied.
“What can I get for you madam?”
Danielle glanced down at the end of the counter.
“I'll have what he's having.”
“One apple German chocolate cake and one Iced
coffee.”
“Danke” she replied. He left the counter and
quickly returned with her drink and desert. Setting
them both on the counter in front of her.
“Now what can I help you with?” He asked as he
began wiping the counter and removing the dirty
dishes the old man left behind.
Picking up the fork and cutting down into the
cake she looked up licking her lips before placing
the fork into her mouth. Chewing the small amount
of cake she spoke.
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“I'm looking for Alanzo De Luca he's supposed
to be coming out to meet me one of your co-
workers told him that I'm here.”
“And exactly who are you?”
“Why? What business is that of yours?”
“I'm Alanzo De Luca.”
Danielle had to stop herself from rolling her eyes.
She mustered a small smile as she extended her
hand.
“I'm Danielle Irvin, Vivian's sister.”
A look of surprise flashed across his face as he
came from around the counter hugging her and
kissing her on both cheeks.
“Well hello to you too.” Danielle said as she
stood.
“Oh I apologize its just that I've heard so much
about you.”
“Wish I could say the same.”
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“So tell me what are you doing in Germany?
How's Vivian?”
“You don't know?”
“Why would I?”
“You are her boyfriend aren't you?”
“Eh more or less.”
Danielle sat back down, sipped her iced coffee.
“More or less huh?”
Alanzo didn't respond.
“So I'm guessing right now would be less am I
correct?”
“Don't get me wrong I love Vivian but between
me and you she can be all over the place at times.”
Danielle wanted to agree but kept it to herself she
didn't know this man to sit around with him and
down her sister. “You haven't seen her?”
“Last I heard she was going to the States for
vacation.”
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“When was this?”
“Maybe a week ago.”
“Do you have a way to get in contact with her?”
“Have you tried her cell phone?”
Danielle ignored his question, of course she
dialed her cell phone.“You sure that was the last
you heard from her?”
“Wish I could do more.”
She sighed, reached into her pocket removed 13.8
euros and placed it on the counter. “Danke.” She
replied then exited the cafe.
“Where to now?” She said to herself as she began
walking. Nothing came to mind. She continued
strolling unable to enjoy the beautiful scenery mind
concentrating on the past 24 hrs. Nothing made
sense. There was no way she could determine if
Alanzo was lying or not. She hopped in a taxi and
returned to her hotel room. She'd made up her mind
that if Christof didn't have any thing pertinent on
Alanzo that she would leave and go back home. She
was almost hoping that he wasn't at the hotel then
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she would leave altogether and go home. She knew
he wanted to talk and she didn't want to. She leaned
back in her seat, closed her eyes, and rubbed her
belly. What was done was done she thought as she
opened her eyes to see the taxi pull up in front of
her hotel she paid her fare and climbed out.
Walking into the hotel, entering the elevator she
rode to the top floor and made her way to her room.
“Good he not here.” She said to herself as she
began throwing her belongings into her suitcase.
Fifth-teen minutes later she was down in the lobby.
When Christof walked in carrying a manila folder.
“You were going to leave with out saying good
bye?”
“Look Christof I'm sorry I just...”
“Can't talk about it right now, I know. Here's the
file you asked for.”
He placed the file in her hand and turned to leave.
She grabbed his arm and pulled him back. As he
turned to face her he was met with a passionate kiss.
He pushed her back.
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“Is this your answer for everything Danielle?”
“I'm sorry Christof, just forget about it. I'll call
you when I get home.”
“Don't bother Danielle, you don't want to talk to
me now like an adult when we're face to face why
in the world would I want to talk when your
thousands of miles away?”
She remained silent. He threw his hands in the
air. “Have a safe trip.” He began walking.
“I'm sorry.”
He didn't respond he kept walking as if she never
spoke.
“Christof, wait.”
He stopped mid stride and turned to face her. She
pulled her luggage to a near by sofa and sat. He
followed behind sitting next to her.
“Sorry about what Danielle?”
“Everything.”
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“Is that suppose to make it better?”
“It's a start, just tell me Christof what is it that
you want me to say?”
“Ughh I want you to stop walking around here
like it never affected you, I want you to act like you
got a heart in that damn icebox of yours.”
Danielle yelled back. “Ice box? Ice Box? You
know what fuck you Christof you have no right, I
mean no right to assume I don't feel anything.”
“You let that be perfectly known, about my rights
when you...”
“Say it...”
Christof lowered his head fighting back the tears.
“You can't can you?”
He remained silent. Danielle grabbed both his
arms. Looking into his face as the tears fell.
“Just leave it alone Christof there's nothing either
of us could do about it now. Just leave it alone, let it
heal don't pull the scab off this scar.”
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He pushed her back, she stumbled he grabbed her
by her neck. She swung and fought to break his grip
he squeezed tighter.
“YOU had no right!” He let go of his grip
pushing her to the couch.
“Damn you Christof it was my body, my
decision!”
“No damn you Danielle, your body our decision,
our baby. And you killed our child with out ever
asking me how I felt.”
“Because I knew you wouldn't think objectively.”
“Objectively? That's what our child was to you?
An objective to decide upon? Are those the words
of a warmhearted mother?”
Tears flowed from Danielle's face, salting her
lips. “You know what Christof maybe your right,
hearing you say that and what you really think of
me confirms it I'm not cut out to be any one's
mother....like it or not I made the right decision for
both of us. But you get to go on, but me.”
Christof turned his back to her. She screamed.
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“Look at me DAMN IT!”
He turned and faced her. I have to live with this
for the rest of my life gnawing at me in the pit of
my stomach, nagging me in my dreams and no
matter how much I drink....no matter how much
kush I smoke it's always there in the back of my
mind. So believe me I'm sorry for you but you will
never, I mean never know how I feel and what I go
through so don't you ever stand there and talk down
on me like you presume to know how the hell I
feel!”
He folded his arms staring down at her eyes
glossed over with frost.
“Are we done here?”
Danielle wiped her face, grabbed her luggage and
wheeled it towards the door. “You have no idea.”
As she stepped outside to flag down a taxi, she
spotted the same man from the hospital that shot her
and stitched up her shoulder. She froze in her tracks
as she sub-consciously rubbed her shoulder where
she'd been shot. Letting go of her luggage with fear
etched in her face she turned to look back at
Christof she had to warn him. She felt some one
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touch her back, just as she turned to look. Her eyes
widened as she looked up into the man's face. Only
it wasn't Christof it was Alanzo. She reached for the
piece Christof had given her as she turned back to
the man from the night before prepared to fire. She
was pushed to the ground just as the shots rang out.
“Get dooown!” Alanzo screamed out as he
ducked and began firing. They both scrambled
towards a nearby car that the valet driver was
getting into. Alanzo snatched the man from the car
and jumped in sliding over to the passenger's seat.
Danielle hopped in behind him and paused as the
bullets ripped into the side of the car.
“What the hell are you doing drive!” Alanzo
yelled out as he ducked from the on coming gunfire.
“Christof!”
“Who?”
“My friend Christof, I can't leave him!”
“We have to go!”
“I can't!” She yelled as she jumped out and
dashed towards the door. Two other men advanced
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upon her firing as she made her way to the hotel
entrance. Just as she was about to enter Christof
stepped out firing. One guy spun from a shot to the
shoulder. Danielle spun dropped to one knee and
fired hitting the second guy in the chest. Alanzo
pulled up with the passenger door open.
“Get in!” He yelled as the man from the night
before continued firing as he held his cover from
behind a parked car. Danielle leaps into the back
seat as Christof stood over the hood firing. He
stopped to get in quickly scanning Danielle to see if
she'd been shot.
“Come on get in!” Danielle yelled as she caught
eye contact with Christof for a brief second. She
blinked her eyes, as his brains and blood splashed
her face. Alanzo smashed the gas, Danielle jerked
and bounced around the back seat as Alanzo zigzag-
zagged through traffic. Leaving the armed gunman,
dead men in the streets, and on coming sirens
behind.
“What now? What now? What now?” Danielle
muttered over and over again as she clutched the
gun in the back seat.
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“We get in touch with my uncle he'll now what
to....do” Alanzo's head slumped to the side crashing
into the window as the car veered off to the right
smashing into a parked car. Danielle screamed as
her body jerked and bounced around the back seat.
Body feeling banged up and sore she searched for
her gun that slipped from her grasp on the floor.
Sirens rang out in the distance. She stopped and
looked out the back window. No authorities in sight
but they were close. She decided to leave the gun,
she climbed from the window of the passenger door
and made her way to Alanzo's door.
Pulling the door open she looked down and saw
that he was hit blood was pouring profusely.
“Oh my God your hit, we have to get you to a
hospital.”
“No, no hospitals get me to the airport.”
She began dragging him from the car as crowds
began to gather and stare.
“That's ridiculous you'll never make it with out
medical attention.”
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“Danielle just listen to me, if we don't get out of
this country now this scratch on my chest will be
the least of our worries.”
She pulled him a few feet from the car as he held
his chest from where he'd been shot coughing all the
while. Laying him down on the ground she ran back
to the car and grabbed the gun Alanzo left on the
seat. Checking the clip, she cocked it back
approached a woman sitting in a near by car gazing
shoved the gun into her face and forced her from the
car. Hopping in she pulled up to Alanzo helped him
into the backseat and sped off.
After driving for ten minutes she angled the rear
view mirror so that it faced down into the back seat
where she could see Alanzo. He was in and out.
“Hey!”
He didn't respond. “Hey De Luca!”
“What?” He answered groggily.
She pulled over.
“What...what are you doing?”
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“We aren't going any where until I get some
answers.”
Alanzo struggled to sit up. “We don't have time
for this I'm losing too much blood if we don't get
moving I'm going to....”
“Die? I know, so get to talking.”
“This is serious!”
“And I'm not?” She turned the engine to the car
off.
“Uhh....what....do....you want to know?” He
forced out in between breaths.
“Where is my sister?”
“I don't know.”
“Wrong answer.” Danielle removed the key from
the ignition and opened the car door.
“You, can't....leave me here!”
“Talk De Luca!”
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“It's the truth I don't know where she is but I
know some one who does.”
“Who?”
“That's all I say until...you get... me to the
airport.”
She put the key back into the ignition and turned
the car on. Turning and looking back at Alanzo's
sweat drenched face as he bled all over the back
seat.
“Even if I get you to the airport before you pass
out and die we'll never get pass airport security with
you in the shape your in.”
He laughed. She pulled off.
“What's so funny?”
“Silly girl, we won't bother with security I have a
Airbus 380 with full staff and a 24 hr. on-call
medical physician awaiting our arrival. All you
have to do is get us there in one piece.”
Twenty minutes later she sped onto the tarmac of
Paramount Business Jets. Jumping out and pulling
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Alanzo from the backseat armed men rushed her
with their guns drawn and pointing at her.
“Wait, wait, wait!”
“Stand down, stand down!” He yelled out as they
all began holstering their weapons.
“We have to get him on the plane!” Danielle
yelled as she stepped back and one man grabbed his
legs and the other his arms rushing him onto the
plane. She followed behind as the doors were
immediately closed and the aircraft took off.
Alanzo was rushed to rear room in the massive
aircraft. She was shown a room where she was
given a change of clothes and allowed to take a
shower. She asked where they were being flown to
but no one answered. She felt it had gone on long
enough she needed to contact her superiors and let
them know what had gone on in Germany.
But just as her questions about their destination was
held from her she was also denied access to a
phone. A hour had gone pass and she was told that
Alanzo would be out of surgery soon, he would
have all the answers she needed. She was told that
she could tour the jet, so that's what she did.
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Moving about the aircraft from room to room. If
this wasn't such a horrific experience she would
definitely be amazed. $400 million Well being
Room: The floor is a giant screen allowing guests to
see what they are flying over. As if in virutual
reality, they can crawl from the ‘magic carpet’
seating area to the floor, where scented breezes
including forests and sea air give the impression of
flying.
On board Garage for parking the Bentley. Turkish
bath in the spa, and twenty first class seats/beds for
the extra guests. Grand spiral staircase, four giant
full suites, concert hall, car garage with 3
motorcycles a Dodge Tomahawk V10 Super bike –
$555,000. The V10 super bike boasts an 8.3 liter
engine (505 cubic inch), and the 10 cylinders can
bring the bike to a maximum speed of almost 400
mph. The 1500lb bike has an independent 4-wheel
suspension and can reach 60 mph in around 2.5
seconds, an Ecosse Titanium Series RR Limited
Edition – $275,000. This luxury motorbike features
a titanium chassis with clear coated carbon fiber
bodywork and wheels. It features a fuel injected,
inter-cooled, supercharged 2,150cc billet motor and
is capable of over 200 hp. Its saddle is ergonomic
and adjustable. The bike also comes with a
timepiece, designed by French watchmakers BRM,
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which is made to match the bike and is engraved
with the same serial number as the handlebar clamp
and VIN plate. This bike is limited to only 10 units,
and an Icon Sheene – $160,000.Only 52 of these
250 hp, turbocharged 1400cc motorcycles were
created. The air craft also was equipped with a
space-age lift that shuttles between all 3 floors and
drops into the tarmac.
She stood admiring the beautiful bikes.
“Nice huh?”
Startled she turned and faced Alanzo. “I need a
phone.”
“I'm fine thanks for asking.”
“I have to call my superiors and...”
He turned and exited the garage. “Follow me.”
She followed behind. “Where are we going?”
“Paris.”
“What? I can't go to Paris, I have to get back to the
states.”
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“Soon enough.”
They walked into the Well Being room, he pressed
a button on a remote and the flat screen came down.
It was tuned to CNN, her face was plastered across
the screen. Her mouth fell open as Alanzo turned up
the voulme.
“What is this? What are they talking about?”
Alanzo skipped through the channels. “Its on every
channel. CNN, Deutsche Welle in Germany, BBC
news, NHK World in Japan and so on and so forth
all saying the same thing.”
“I'm wanted for murder in Germany?”
“What? This can't be real?”
“They say you killed your those men in front of that
hotel, they found the gun with your fingerprints in
the back seat of that car we left.”
“Oh my GOD!”
“Danielle.”
“What? I'm having a moment over here.”
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“Their blaming you for Christof's death as well.”
“Christof? I would never I.....”
Alanzo stepped behind her and touched her
shoulder. She jumped from his touch.
“I'm sorry.” He said as he took a step back.
“All I wanted to do was find my sister and go home,
I didn't ask for all this.”
Alanzo sighed. “Never the less you have it, what are
you going to do about it?”
“What can I do? Turn myself in to the authorities
explain my side of the story.”
“Sorry to say, they need someone to take the fall
and its you going to the authorities won't get you
anything but locked up.”
“What do you suggest Alanzo? Go on the run?”
“No go with me to Paris, we'll get the answers you
need there, trust me.”
“Trust you? I don't even know you.”
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