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Chapter six:
It was already the third week of February.
Only two weeks ago Vanessa got her shock in Linkton’s office.
And the day after tomorrow, Framer and she were leaving.
To Washington D.C.
The one word and two letters itself still shocked her to the core.
Packing was rather tiresome to do, of course.
Van always felt that way. Packing neatly is tiresome, because you can’t help thinking – some day you’re going to reopen everything again, aren’t you? So why bother putting stuff in, orderly?
Vanessa kept hunting her house for stuff she might want to bring. Ordinary stuff, of course.
All the other stuff, Mafia related, were already packed in a separate small luggage – the Boss handed the items and instruments to Framer and her in the office itself.
He had explained that these gadgets were only to be used in major situations.
Situations as in, when Cherl or Framer had to escape or attack.
Not that there was a chance that they’d be caught or anything.
It’s just that the President’s son had a bodyguard.
And President-looking-after-bodyguards were not only muscular, strong and skilled, but they also were mentally strong. And they were allowed to carry weapons with them.
Linkton warned them to stay low and not get suspected.
Even the Costa Nostran devices, now hidden in Vanessa’s bag, were made to look like normal everyday objects.
So if anyone happened to look inside the bag – they would only see day-to-day things… like a lipstick or something. Only Vanessa herself (or Framer – though I doubt if anyone would find lipstick inside his luggage…) would know that the lipstick had a projectile item twisted, hidden, inside it.
Framer and Cherlie were still hostile to each other, of course – but they barely talked to each other, and avoided it as much as possible – but that couldn’t be helped. Although Van wanted to do it (the mission) all by herself, she knew she wouldn’t be allowed to anyways.
For the last two weeks, the Boss had them memorize everything possible that was needed to fulfill this mission. He didn’t want any mishaps to occur. He even had them memorize the First Son’s favorite ice cream flavor!
Obviously, he got all his information from Mafians working with the Government undercover. Or he got them through a Mafian who was a friend of the President. Either way, Vanessa couldn’t help finding the whole thing ridiculous. Seriously, as if they needed to know what toppings the President’s son liked with his pizza.
Some stuff were blank though… like the First Son’s favorite book and his favorite actress, etc. It seems Linkton didn’t get information on those yet.
Vanessa glanced at the piece of paper containing the First Son’s information, as she stood up after kneeling so long on the floor, placing her clothes inside the suitcase. She had memorized it thoroughly, but Linkton had given Framer and her each that piece of paper that day to revise just once more, because he thought it’d really help them get closer to the First Son.
She picked it up off the table where it had been lying, and scanned it quickly with her darting green eyes.
The First Son’s Data
Favorite pizza topping: Macaroni and cheese
Favorite candy flavor: Blueberry
Favorite color: Orange
Favorite movie: Bend It Like Beckham (Parminder Nagra, Keira Knightly)
Favorite book: -
Favorite ice cream flavor: Plain vanilla
Favorite actress: -
Favorite actor: Orlando Bloom
The list continued and Van rolled her eyes.
Seriously, it was going to be an easy job.
She didn’t need all this.
How hard can befriending a President’s son be, anyways?
Van stooped down and continued packing, with a sigh.
Too bad Vanessa thought she knew how easy it was to be the First Son’s friend.
For it was going to be much harder then.
Much, much harder.
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