(Companion to After Prom)
She ordered some ice-cream from room services. About six hours later her parents arrived. I led them to the floor and to her room. All the way up and to the room her mother kept telling me how to do my job. She finally shut up when she saw the door. Every floor has a vault door with a keypad entry system. No handle or key lock. You must know the code and let the door open itself. I also noticed the father had a revolver on him. Agent Eagle Eye somehow didn’t see the gun on him. I left them at the door to their daughter’s room.
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I took a room down the hall from the family. That night I called Christina and we had a little Skype sex. It’s like phone sex with less imagination needed. Afterward I went to sleep. Just like a guy. About 7am I woke up to find Agent Sampson in my room. He was in a panic. He said that some Russians in prison got a message in the form of a shiv to his brother. He was alive, but they also had told him they knew where Christina was. They gave him my address. I stormed out the door to the security door. He said, “wait they may be coming here.” I said, “may or are?” In turned and unlocked the door. He said, “just go get my niece and bring her here.” At the corner of my eye I could see Jennifer watching us. Sampson stopped the door closing and said, “and don’t fuck this up.”
I made it home to find the place almost empty. There was two men inside with baseball bats and cheap automatic handguns. Christina’s car was gone. She left a note in a place we set aside for emergencies. Agent dipshit gave her instructions on how to find the hotel. I wanted to introduce myself to our guests but I needed to know she was safe. So, I left them for the FBI team that rolled up behind me. I showed them my ID and gave them a key to the apartment. With that I was back to the hotel.
I made my way back to the hotel. Christina was not there. Also, Jennifer somehow slipped the leash. A quick review of the footage showed that the two were connected. Her father said his revolver was gone. He had a nickel plated 38 with no ammo. He said, “I didn’t want to accidentally shoot someone buy mistake.” So now his daughter is out there with a gun and no bullets. He said, “I don’t think she even knows how to check to see if it has bullets or not.” I wanted to scream at him that he should have shown her how to use a gun with one in the house but he already feels horrible.
We had one glimmer of hope. Christina’s car had a Wi-Fi hot-spot built in. We could track it. That is when we saw the black SUV move after Christina’s car pulled away. The tech at the computer slipped and maximized a window. It was a video of Jennifer in the doorway tossing her clothing out butt-ass naked. I missed the back-up copies. As I left I think her father was about to use his fists to explain why that needed to be deleted.
It took some time but we finally found the signal. It led us to a high-school. It was Jennifer’s school. We made it inside to find her in her wet and just in her underwear. Near her was a gorilla of a man with a gaping bullet wound to the head and a woman with her head nearly twisted off. Another girl was in labor. She was the one wanted for the massacre. The Russian’s looking for Christina found the Nazi cult about to rape and kill Jennifer. Russians don’t like Nazis. She told me that Christina and another woman named Cindy went into the tunnel to surprise them but they never came. I went into the tunnel to find them at a locked gate.
The school was surrounded so they couldn’t have escaped. I went looking for the security office. Inside I found the security camera system. I found them in a classroom in a part of the school the FBI were not searching. They were talking and drinking. One of them said, “I just wish we could have had a little more time with the little girl.” Another one said, “show her what a real man feels like.” Right now, Jennifer is most likely thinking they saved her when they had just tried to save her for themselves. I made sure to record all this for later use. I directed the FBI to the classroom and the arrest of the Russians.
After this I had to reevaluate what we were doing. In a few days Cindy was moving to Vancouver Canada to shoot the rest of her show. I guess it’s cheaper to film up there. The Russians know about me and us. They will never stop looking for Christina. If I try and keep her here she will never be safe. Agent Sampson said, “we can’t put you with her in the relocation program unless.” He hesitated then said, “we relocate married couples.” We never talked about such things. We weren’t the conventional type. Sampson said, “if you let her go then you will regret it. Maybe not now but soon and for the rest of your life.” I thought “play it again Sampson.” I had to think about that. I said to Sampson, “this could be.” He stopped me and said, “no not really. I hope she says no.” I left to find Christina.
These are short stories I wrote. Some are connected to the larger books I am working on others are just for the fun of story telling.
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