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Chapter five:
A/N: Okay, guys. This is JUST FICTION. Do not make the mistake of arresting me. LOL.
It was three o’clock already.
It had been four hours and Vanessa was lounging on the sofa, stuffing popcorn in her mouth and eagerly waiting to see if the vampire manages to bite the girl. It was of those vampire-bite-person movie.
There were other shows on too, but mostly it was the sappy, mushy kind and Vanessa hated those.
“Who cares whether ‘true love’ dies out or not!?” she scoffed as she was switching to a channel, earlier.
Thankfully, Vanessa’s Boss hadn’t called all day on their ‘illegal’ phone.
Meaning, unregistered. All the Cosa Nostra had their own unregistered phones so, if, other people wanted to listen in on their conversation… they couldn’t. It had it’s own lines and not even the FBI knew about this. Vanessa had three in the house including her cell so if all of them went off at the same time, she would have probably shot herself to rid her ears of the screeching noises vibrating everywhere.
The lights around the house were not switched on and the sun had still yet to set, currently hiding behind the clouds. Naturally, it was rather dark since Vanessa had closed the curtains too.
There, in the house, one would see a lean, rather curvaceous, girl of seventeen with platinum blond hair reaching ‘till shoulders, plain green eyes and pretty features, sitting – no - crouching, with her knees clutched to her chest and clutching her packet of popcorn from which she was eating, eyes glued to the screen.
No wonder Mrs. Rivers doubted she wasn’t part of the Mafia, she certainly did not look like one – the thought must’ve even not crossed her old mind.
She stared as the vampire edged closer to the girl who was screaming, screaming, SCREAMING – suddenly, the phone rang.
Vanessa fell off the sofa.
***
Vanessa growled to herself as she swiftly gaited down the long hallway. She thanked god (though she didn’t believe in one – it was a word of saying you know?)that nobody was present when the scene occurred in her house. Who would have ever imagined that the telephone would ring right when the vampire bit his screeching prey?
Vanessa shook her head in annoyance, ignoring the few ‘hi’s sent her way when she passed the other members of the Cosa Nostra. They had nothing compared to her status with the Boss and she knew most of them would not mind if she didn’t show recognition.
She knocked on the door way quickly and when the Boss’s loud ‘come in’ was given, she entered. “Ah, Cherlie, yes, I think you received Midsar’s call?”, said the almost-balding man as he smiled enthusiastically… perhaps a little bit too enthusiastic.
Being in the annoyed phase, she resisted the urge to say, “Or I wouldn’t be here right now, would I, baldo?”. The consequences… well, she did not want to go there.
Instead she forced a polite tone on her voice and said, “Yes, sir”.
“Good, good, jolly good, well, now I want something else from the both of you”, guwaffed the Boss indicating her to sit down in a chair pulled up.
“Both?” thought Vanessa and her eyes settled upon a certain pale-haired man, who seemed to have pulled up the chair she was now forced to sit in. She tried not to narrow her eyes in his direction. She sat and so did Linkton and Framer (who were both standing up when she entered), Linkton smiled his steely smile, his hands behind his back.
Vanessa, somehow or the other knew the information she was about to receive would not be good… at least not good to her. Framer’s face was looking slightly unpleased too – perhaps, he had an awkward moment too when the phone rang at his place - but none, other than Vanessa, who was a skilled decipherer, would have figured that out.
Vanessa was very intelligent – having learnt most stuff at a very early age. Not only was she clever in all the martial arts taught to her – she was clever mentally, too.
In a subdued glee type of expression, Linkton leered at her, “I am going to send you two on a mission.”
Vanessa sat up a little straighter. She saw Framer do the same; it seemed he didn’t know of this ‘mission’ yet. Missions were very important – although she didn’t want one, right now.
Linkton continued in a breath, “I want to you to kidnap the President’s son”.
And Vanessa’s jaw fell open.
It just fell open.
For one moment her mind was completely blank.
And the next second, it was racing with thoughts.
She choked on her words and beside her, it seemed Framer was incapable of speech. “W-Wha-?”
Linkton looked blank all of a sudden, as if he didn’t understand why Vanessa was in a hyperventilating state and his piece of news was as normal as any other.
He said, with a frown, “Why, Cherlie, surely you’re not going to back out of this are you?”
Vanessa got control of the rush of shock inside her and replied hurriedly, “O-Of course not!”
She continued nervously, “I –um- I just didn’t understand what you said just now, S-Sir”
Linkton raised his eyebrows. “What’s there to understand, Cherlie? I want you to kidnap the U.S. President’s son. I have an account to settle with the President, I will not further dwell into the subject, but I need that First Son”.
Framer had recovered himself by now and he said, “And how do we do that, Sir?”
Vanessa gritted her teeth. Why couldn’t she be the one to ask that question first, instead of stammering and stuttering like a fool?
Why did Framer have to be sensible first?
Linkton smiled appreciatively at Framer (which made Cherlie clench her teeth more), and said, “Well, I want you to join the university he studies at. And you know, get closer to him. I want you to kidnap him in a subtle way – not our usual custom, I know.”
He grinned, showing rows of teeth again. Vanessa sat there, still not believing her ears.
She asked cautiously, “And where is this university, Sir?”
Linkton said in a hearty voice, “Well, now, it isn’t where the university is, but what’s it’s name, isn’t it?” he laughed and continued, “But since you asked Cherlie, it’s in Washington D.C., and just to let you know, it’s name is Albright University. It’s known for it’s choosing of very intelligent students.”
Vanessa digested all this quickly.
She realized she’d have to take a trip from here, Virginia.
To Washington D.C.
She still couldn’t believe what was happening.
Framer coughed quietly.
Linkton continued speaking, giving Cherlie and Framer each documents and papers of important stuff they needed to know of the President’s son and the layout of the university and so on.
Vanessa still, still couldn’t believe what was happening.
She glanced down at one sheet of paper in her hand, showing a picture of the First Son, Ian W. Bush.
A personable young man with dark hair, electric blue eyes and a sheepish smile wearing some sort of a tux stared back at her.
She looked up and groaned inwardly, half-listening to the Boss, who was lecturing them about the PPP’s -‘Prepare, Prearrange, Precaution’ - which he always spoke about before any important mission.
She sighed under her breath.
“So much for thinking it’d be a great day”.
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