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AWSOME ALLI!
Alli,
I have I told you that you are a great writer?
OK Alli I will try to go back to being patient ... but my goodness it's going to be real hard ... because Sasha is back ...so I can try ..lol
Sat Sep 16, 2006 9:38 pm
Allison
Joined: 12 Oct 2005
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Location: Florida
LOL Thanks for your kind words Ladie. I am glad you are so happy Sasha is back and I hope to be able to post on this story regularly to keep it flowing for you. Thanks again for your continued posts and words of encouragement.
Alli _________________ Alli
Sat Sep 16, 2006 10:26 pm
Allison
Joined: 12 Oct 2005
Posts: 4216
Location: Florida
Part Four
PART FOUR
Curtis and Ray Bellfontaine met with their attorney to review the discovery evidence the State had against them. When they reviewed the video taped confession of Bo Logan, the attorney told them they had no chance of escaping jail time and their best course of action would be to try to plea out their case to a lesser offense and attempt to prevent jail time at all. The attorney wasn’t confident of the latter, but he threw the information in on a lark.
After they left the attorney’s office Curtis looked to Ray. “We have no choice now,” he said. “Have the Attorney abducted as a diversion and with luck, the cops will panic and begin moving that rat Logan to prevent detection,” he said. Curtis looked at Ray with a determined gleam in his eyes. “Have everyone notified that their will be a million dollar price tag for anyone who brings me Logan’s head.” Curtis stepped into a waiting black limo headed back to his home while Ray opened his cell phone and began making calls. Within minutes, the plan to abduct the young Assistant District Attorney was set into motion and the bounty on Logan’s head spread like wildfire through a forest of dry timber.
By four, Kara was exhausted and ready to head for home. She and her assistant Ted had spent the afternoon with Bo Logan, their star witness in the case against the Bellfontaines rehearsing for the beginning of his testimony which was scheduled for the following morning. Kara had drilled him with questions until he answered them with the same ease as taking a breath and her confidence grew. Kara knew she had developed a strong case against the Bellfontaines and with the damning testimony from Logan she should be able to send them away for many years.
The security detail assigned to Logan was ushered into the room and four men escorted Logan out the back entrance to return to the safe house. Kara had worried at first that the Bellfontaines would be able to infiltrate the security detail with some of their dirty police officers and take out her witness, but the Chief of Police assured her that he had deployed the best officers on the force to protect Logan, and no one outside the detail and the Chief knew the location of the safe house. After tomorrow’s testimony she could relax once Logan’s story was part of the official court records.
Ted packed up and left the office leaving Kara behind to review the script for tomorrow’s testimony and to plan for countering the cross examination that was sure to come from the clever defense attorney she was facing. When she felt comfortable with her game plan, Kara packed her briefcase with the case files and notes. Her fingers brushed against the envelope containing the threatening letters and she shivered as she remembered the contents of the letters. She had intentionally kept the letters a secret from her boss and from the authorities a decision she would later regret. Kara felt that with her heightened senses she would be able to detect a threat against her and would take action to defend her if necessary.
Kara snapped the catch on her brief case and headed out of the office. She stopped at the guard’s desk to sign out and after a brief conversation with Roger, she left the building. Kara walked down the steps quickly and unlocked her car from a distance using her remote device. She opened her door and placed her brief case on the passenger’s seat and placed the keys in the ignition. She was anxious to get home to Sasha and had let her guard down momentarily and that was enough time for her attackers to strike. As Kara leaned over to close the driver’s door her she saw a flash of movement and felt a cloth being pressed across her face. The sickening sweet smell of ether rushed into her nostrils and Kara felt her world turn black.
Kara’s attackers quietly guided her into the back of a cargo van and disappeared into the early evening completely undetected. Kara’s mind was flooded with confusion and she was unable to move her body. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, her feet bound with tape and there was a blindfold covering her eyes and ears. She could hear her attackers, but their voices were muted by the blindfold and the effect of the ether on her senses. She felt the sting of a needle as it was pushed into her arm and then nothing but blackness.
Her captors drove for several hours, out of the city and deep in the heart of the bayou. When the drug began to wear off, Kara found herself restrained on a small cot by metal cuffs and her body ached with from the effects of the drugs. One of her captors heard her stirring and she felt a blood pressure cuff inflate as someone was closely monitoring her vital signs. If they had intentions of killing her, Kara felt they would not be taking the precautions to prevent over sedation.
“Put her back out,” Kara heard a gruff male voice instruct and she felt the sting of the needle as she was administered another dose of the unknown drug. Kara attempted to project a thought to Sasha but was unable to formulate a coherent message. She drifted in and out of consciousness and had no idea how much time had passed when she awoke again.
This time she could hear her captors talking across the room. Kara determined there were at least two males and one female in the room from the voices she could make out. “I am sure by now they have discovered that the attorney has been taken captive,” one of the men said.
“That should delay the trial and allow the boss to track down Logan and have him eliminated,” another male voice said.
Kara knew the two men were correct. When they found out that she was missing, the trial would be delayed and the authorities would take extra precautions to keep Logan safe. He would assuredly be moved to a new location and Kara prayed that the security detail would keep him safe until the DA’s office decided to proceed with the trial with substitute counsel. Ted was more than prepared enough to step into her shoes and finish the trial and Kara hoped they would be expedient in resuming the trial.
“I think she is waking again,” Kara heard a female voice say. “She probably needs a bathroom break and some food,” the woman said. “It has been almost sixteen hours and I can’t dose her again until she has some food in her system.”
“Alright, but she will still be cuffed so you will have to assist her in tending to her needs,” the man with the gruff voice said.
Kara heard a cell phone ring and heard one of the men answer the call. “We will be right outside,” the other man said to the woman as he followed the first man out the door.
Kara felt the tension relax on her hands and though still cuffed, she could move her arms from above her head allowing the circulation to be restored. She also felt the restraints on her legs being removed. “I know you probably need a bathroom break by now,” the woman’s voice said as she helped Kara sir up on the bed. “Take it slow at first,” the woman said. “You have been heavily sedated for awhile and you may still feel groggy when you try to stand,” she warned.
“How long have I been out?” Kara asked.
“Close to sixteen hours,” the woman said.
Kara did the math and figured it was near nine in the morning by her calculations. The trial was scheduled to start at eight that morning and now that she had been abducted, the trail would be postponed at least temporarily, until the DA’s office could regroup and continue with the prosecution.
With the woman’s assistance, Kara stood and followed her guidance into a small bathroom. Kara was left in private to attend to her needs and when the woman heard her flush, she opened the door and guided Kara to a small table.
“You will be safe as long as you don’t try anything foolish,” the woman told Kara. “They are using your disappearance as a diversion while the assassins hunt down your witness,” the woman said in barely more than a whisper. “As far as I can tell, you will be released once he is taken out of the picture and no harm will come to you as long as you relax and don’t learn any of our identities.”
“You appear to be an educated woman in the medical field,” Kara said. “So why are you involved in this?” she asked.
“Some of the Bellfontaines henchmen have my husband and will hold him until your safe release,” the woman answered. “They are taking precautions to insure you are safely sedated and protected to prevent the possibility of further charges.” The woman sighed audibly. “So as long as I keep you safely sedated for a few days and prevent you gaining additional information that may lead to your harm, then my husband will be returned.”
Kara heard the woman open a small cooler. “I am sorry to have to treat you like this and I hope you understand I have no other options,” the woman said.
“I can understand being in your shoes,” Kara said. “The Bellfontaines wouldn’t hesitate to harm any innocent bystander to insure their freedom,” she said.
“I hope you like bologna and cheese,” the woman said. “Our options are fairly limited.”
“Bologna would taste like steak right now,” Kara said trying to put the woman at ease. She felt for the woman’s plight and would assuredly do whatever necessary to make sure Sasha were safe if she were in a similar situation.
The woman placed a sandwich on a paper plate in front of Kara and opened a bottle of water for her. Kara used her cuffed hands to pick up half the sandwich and took a large bite, letting out a soft moan as she savored the taste.
“I wish I could tell you more, but that is all the information I have,” the woman whispered as she heard the men returning from outside.
“Thank you,” Kara said quietly before they returned.
When Kara finished her meal, the woman returned Kara to the cot and replaced the restraints around her legs and secured the cuffs above her head again.
“Give her another shot,” the gruff voice said.
The woman prepared another injection and Kara felt the prick of the needle as it pierced her skin and the warm sensation as she felt the drug penetrate her system. She reached out with her mind and tried to locate Sasha.
Sasha can you hear me? She projected. Kara waited patiently for a reply from Sasha. She could feel Sasha presence in her mind, but she could not hear any response as she drifted into drug induced sleep. The next time she awoke, she would try again to contact Sasha to let her lover know she was safe and was being cared for.
Sasha was sitting in the parlor reading the morning paper when she felt a faint tingling in her mind. Kara was trying to project to her but for some reason, her thought was blocked and when Sasha tried to return her projections, she reached only the blackness that surrounded Kara.
The newspaper was riddled with headlines of Kara’s abduction and the affect it suppositions of what would occur with the Bellfontaine case during her absence. The more she read, the more irate she became and disgusted with the media coverage, Sasha picked up the telephone and dialed the DA’s office. She asked to speak to Ted, knowing that he would share whatever information with her that he could.
When he answered his extension, Sasha said, “Ted, this is Sasha, have you heard any new information?”
“Very little, Sasha,” Ted said. “With Kara’s abduction, the Fed’s are threatening to take over the case, now that they have kidnapped a state employee, which plays right into the Bellfontaine’s plan,” he said in disgust. “As far as I know, Logan is still alive and being moved almost hourly to prevent detection and only the Chief of Detectives know where he is scheduled to be housed.”
“Do they have any information on where Kara is being held or by whom?” she asked.
“They haven’t received any ransom calls or anything like that to my knowledge,” Ted said. “I am not sure they would share that information with me if they had though,” Ted said with a sigh.
“Thanks Ted,” she said. “Please give me a call if you hear anything,” Sasha said.
“I sure will,” Ted said then hung up the telephone.
Sasha had not heard the front door open while she was on the telephone, but when she had replaced the telephone on the receiver, she turned to find Milly sitting beside her on the loveseat. The child was looking up at her with her deep-blue eyes searching Sasha for signs of emotion.
Sasha smiled at Milly and took her in her arms for a hug. “Good morning, Sasha,” Milly said.
“Good morning, Milly,” Sasha returned.
“You look sad,” Milly said her intuition far beyond her young years.
“I am fine,” Sasha said not sure if Milly was convinced. “What are you doing today?” she asked.
“Mother sent me over to tell you that we are going to town and to ask if you need anything,” Milly said as she snuggled into Sasha.
Milly looked up to find Sasha gazing at the portrait of Milly hanging on the wall. “Hera was such a beautiful horse,” Milly stated.
“I am sorry Milly, what did you say?” Sasha asked.
“I said, Hera was a beautiful horse,” Milly repeated as she pointed to the portrait.
“Yes, she was Milly and she was Milly’s favorite horse, even though she had others after Hera,” Sasha said.
“Do you want anything from town?” Milly repeated her question.
“No, I think I have everything I need,” Sasha said. “Stop back by when you get back from town though,” Sasha said to the young child who worshipped her.
Milly kissed Sasha on the cheek. “I sure will,” Milly said and then bounced down from Sasha’s lap and out the front door.
Sasha found her eyes drifting back to the portrait of Milly. Often when she found herself stressed she looked at the portrait to give her peace of mind and to help relax her. Milly had been her first and greatest love and though Sasha loved Kara dearly, Milly would always hold a special place in her heart. As she gazed once again at Milly on the handsome horse, a realization struck Sasha like a bolt of lightning.
Milly had called Hera’s name and to her knowledge, Sasha had never spoken the name of the horse in front of Milly or her parents for that matter. There should have been no way for her to know the name of the horse and Sasha wash shocked by Milly’s knowledge. The child seemed to know information that she found remarkable for someone of her tender age and her maturity never ceased to amaze Sasha. _________________ Alli
Tue Sep 19, 2006 1:25 am
ladielove
Joined: 22 May 2006
Posts: 157
Location: Tennessee
very strong write Alli ...
I felt the adrenaline reading .... keep it comeing please .
Tue Sep 19, 2006 4:33 am
Allison
Joined: 12 Oct 2005
Posts: 4216
Location: Florida
Will do Ladie. Thanks for the post!
Alli _________________ Alli
Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:57 am
Allison
Joined: 12 Oct 2005
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Location: Florida
Part Five
PART FIVE
Bo Logan slumped in his chair as he watched the morning news that reported Kara’s abduction and he knew the ending of his life had begun in earnest. The three cops that were currently assigned to his protection detail had been busy on their cell phones since the news of Kara’s abduction had hit the news. They would be ending their twelve hour shift within the hour and handing Logan over to a new set of protector’s. The tension in the room hung like a thick curtain as the men watched the final minutes of their shift approach and they handed Logan a hooded sweatshirt to wear and placed the hood over his head in an effort to prevent detection as they headed to the pre-arranged meeting spot where they would turn over Logan and the bullet proof vehicle to the on coming shift. Up until now they had been safe staying in one location for several days, but now that the Bellfontaines had posted a bounty on Logan’s life, he would be moved much more frequently and the Chief of Detectives would be the only person who knew where Logan would be at all times.
Logan hunched underneath the hood and walked quickly between his guardians as they ushered him into the black SUV. The driver and front passenger monitored to see if they were being followed as they pulled away from the curb and they began a circuitous route through the city to deter anyone from tracking their route.
When they arrived at the back entrance at one of the local hospitals and saw their replacements step from a similar black vehicle, Logan’s current protectors put the SUV in park and quickly departed the vehicle as the new shift climbed inside. The total exchange took less than thirty seconds and Logan was again securely on his way to the next safe house.
As luck would have it, a small time drug dealer was dropping his sister off at the hospital to begin her shift at work and noticed the exchange of men between the two relatively unremarkable vehicles. He cleverly wrote down the tag number and description of the two vehicles being used to transport Logan and knew this information would be rewarded handsomely by the Bellfontaines. He tried to track the vehicle, but was soon caught up in the snarl of traffic in the downtown district and lost sight of the vehicle.
In the next half hour, the Bellfontaines had the information on the vehicles used to transport Logan and the word spread quickly on the streets to be on the look out for both vehicles. Every local thug and Bellfontaine employee joined the hunt for the vehicles, eager to collect on the reward money placed on Logan’s life.
Events were spinning wildly out of control as the smell of the blood money attracted every shark on the streets of New Orleans. The police had placed two undercover agents inside the small apartment of the Logan’s and they managed to take into custody two henchmen who had come to remove Logan’s wife and child to use as leverage against the witness.
The Chief of Detectives smiled to himself when he learned of the arrest of the two hit men knowing that they had beat the Bellfontaines on one account at least by removing Logan’s family and relocating them far away out West, hopefully beyond the reach of them. Everyone involved in the case understood that Logan’s life was forfeit the moment he got himself arrested, but at least he took care of his family the best that a man of his circumstance could hope for.
The shift of cops that were going off duty failed to notice a nondescript Crown Victoria that tailed them back to the precinct house and then circled the block as they pulled into the police garage and headed into the precinct house before retiring for the day. They would reassemble back at the station at nine-thirty that evening and await rendezvous instructions from the Chief of Detectives once they had all arrived and were ready for duty.
The dark, sullen man behind the wheel of the Crown Victoria was known only as Wilson and he pulled gently next to the curb. Fortune had smiled on him when the black SUV pulled out in front of him, making it so effortless for him to begin his hunt. It would be simple for him to sneak inside the police garage and pack a load of explosives under the SUV the now off-duty cops had left behind, but the Bellfontaines wanted undeniable proof that Logan was dead and an explosion would always leave a small amount of doubt that his mission had been accomplished. Instead, he would wait and watch to see if the same men that had left the vehicle returned to retrieve it and then he would carefully follow them to their destination. If his luck would hold, he would be able to track them directly to the next rendezvous point and would follow Logan to the next safe house.
Earlier in his life Wilson had been one of New York’s finest police detectives, but his love of the finer things in life led him down a path of corruption and he found himself far beyond the point of no return. He had frequently performed various jobs for the Bellfontaines and the many other crime families which enabled him to live a life in South Beach with all the amenities a man of his tastes could enjoy. Having knowledge of how the police department operated gave him an edge in many cases, this being one of those occasions. He knew the protection detail would be working twelve hour shifts which would allow him to return to his hotel on the River Walk for several hours of sleep before he returned to the station to pick up Logan’s trail. Checking the time on his watch, he felt certain he would have at least until eight that evening to rest and continue making his plans.
He returned to the hotel and ordered a nice steak dinner from room service before taking a shower and slipping between the fresh, clean sheets of the king-sized bed. He was not concerned about the success of his plan, but was worried that one of the lesser skilled local yokels would hit a lucky streak and bumble his way into the secreted location of the next rendezvous, placing the protection detail on a higher level of alert. That scenario always held potential when a handsome bounty had been placed on the life of someone and every thug with a weapon wannabe hits the streets chasing the allure of big money.
He set his bedside alarm just as a precaution. In his line of work, sleep came less frequently and he would be lucky to sleep for four hours before his internal clock awoke him. He pulled the sheets up over his body and reached under his pillow to touch the cool metal of a nine millimeter and feeling completely secure he closed his eyes to welcome much needed sleep.
As Logan’s nemesis drifted off to sleep, Kara began to wake from her drugged slumber. She remained quiet and still and as her mind began to clear she attempted to focus on Sasha. She had no clue if it was day or night time, but she knew that Sasha would remain vigilant in her search for her. She focused on a visual of Sasha in her mind and had to desperately fight off a smile that threatened to cross her face. Sasha my love, are you there? She projected.
Yes, Kara, how are you? Sasha responded.
I am safe and being cared for, Kara answered.
Do you have any idea where you are? Sasha asked.
I think I am far away from New Orleans. I can hear the breakers as they crash on the shore and smell sea spray in the air, but the sound is not close. I think I am being kept in some sort of equipment storage area. I can smell oil and diesel fumes, but they are not overwhelming, so this place may have been vacant for some time.
What have you learned of your abductor’s? Sasha asked.
They are two men and one woman, Kara answered. The woman is a nurse or someone in the medical field that they are forcing as an accomplice, using her husband as ransom for her skills. She is keeping me drugged to keep me quiet and to prevent me from learning too much information. She has told me that they are using my abduction as a diversionary tactic to allow the Bellfontaines hired guns to locate and dispense of Logan and once that is complete, I will be released unharmed.
Drugged, no wonder we have not been able to communicate, Sasha said.
The woman cares for me and administers the injections to keep me sedated, but there has not been any act of violence against me, Kara stated. The two men I know only by their gruff voices and I have had no contact with them since my arrival here. Other than being restrained to a cot except for meal times and restroom breaks, I am doing well she promised. If the Bellfontaines are successful, I should be home very soon.
The newspapers claim that the FBI has picked up the case and is handling your abduction, Sasha said. From the sounds of it though, you will be out of harm’s way before they can assemble their troops. Do you want me to see if I can locate you or take any other course of action? Sasha asked.
I really do think I am safe here Sasha, so there is no need to take any unnecessary risks, Kara said. I am more concerned for Logan’s safety at this point than my own. Without his testimony, the Bellfontaines will be free to continue their activities and future prosecution will become even more difficult.
Would you rather I track down Logan and give him whatever protection I can? Sasha asked.
I know that is a lot to ask of you and it may delay my return, but yes, Sasha I would love to hear that Logan makes it to the witness stand tomorrow. Once he testifies, the Bellfontaines would have no need to continue to hold me captive, she added.
Very well, I will do my best to track Logan down and see if I can keep him alive for one night, Sasha said.
I think they realize that I am awake, Kara said. I will try to contact you again later my love, Kara said and then she disappeared from Sasha’s mind.
As Kara lay on the cot she silently cursed herself for not following the Detectives orders and notifying them when she had gotten the first of the threatening letters. Maybe if she had, she would not be in this predicament she thought, but there was little use in following that train of thought any further. What was done was done, and now she had to suffer the consequences of whatever may come from her arrogance.
Sasha showered and dressed in black jeans and a long sleeved black pullover shirt, in hopes that the dark clothing would help conceal her in the deep shadows of the night. She had no clue where Logan was being held and her only hope was to try and find out as much information on the streets as possible. Just after nightfall, she climbed behind the wheel of her truck and headed into New Orleans.
Her first route was to drive passed the homes of the Bellfontaine brothers to see if they were at home and to determine if she could get any information from their thoughts without directly having to confront them placing Kara in danger. As she rode passed Ray’s large home, she once again found the house dark and empty. Ray had apparently never married and spent a great deal of his nights out on the town, enjoying the pleasures his wealth could afford. She continued down the avenue and parked outside Curtis’s home. Unlike Ray’s, Curtis’s home buzzed with activity. Sasha could detect the two security guards stationed near the front door and she was certain they would patrol the grounds throughout the night. Sasha also located two children in their bedrooms as they finished up their schoolwork and prepared for bed. Curtis’s wife was watching television in the large den in the front of the house and Curtis himself was in the back of the home in his home office.
Sasha turned off the dome light and slipped quietly from her truck and through the front yard of Curtis Bellfontaine. She carefully climbed over a small balcony and stood outside a pair of sliding glass doors leading into the home office. Sasha could see Curtis sitting behind an immense mahogany desk drinking a cocktail. She was preparing to enter his mind when his cell phone rang. Ray was calling in to give Curtis an update and told him that they had information on the two vehicles that were being used to transport Logan and that Wilson had made it into town and would take care of their problem tonight.
Sasha had no idea who Wilson was but she quickly deduced that he would be a hired gunman employed by the Bellfontaines to kill Logan. Sasha listened further, but gleaned no additional information she thought would be of help to locate Logan. As quietly as she arrived, Sasha slipped back into the now dark night and climbed back inside her truck. She knew that the Bellfontaines had the vehicle information and by now it would be common knowledge on the mean streets of New Orleans as every small time crook would be on the lookout for the vehicles to claim the bounty for themselves or to improve their status with the Bellfontaines by obtaining and passing on valuable information to help out their cause.
Sasha drove toward the East side of town, passed she and Milly’s first home, her parents home and passed Theo’s shipping business that had changed hands several times, but remained a thriving business. The street lights became fewer as she entered the lower Ninth Ward and the less than prosperous side of New Orleans. It was here that the small time drug dealers prowled the streets to take advantage of the less fortunate residents of the Crescent City. Sasha parked her truck deep in the shadows of an alley and prayed it would still be there when she returned. She took a left turn at the end of the alley and walked down a sidewalk, her mind searching the thoughts of those she encountered for news of the Bellfontaines or of Logan himself.
Having little luck on the streets, Sasha entered a small bar and ordered a beer trying to blend in with the rough crowd, but having little success. She had barely sat at the bar and begun drinking her beer when a young man sat down next to her and asked if he could buy her a drink.
“No thanks, I am good,” Sasha said trying her best to be polite to the man who had from the smell of his breath had already exceeded his limit. She was more interested in the two men shooting pool across the room and tried to concentrate on them.
“Woody said that he saw one of them SUV’s the Bellfontaines was looking for out by the Battlefield,” one of them said to the other.
“Woody stays so stoned I don’t think he could recognize his own mama most of the time,” the other said with a laugh.
“Maybe so, but don’t you think it would be worth a million bucks to at least check it out?” the first man said.
“Well hell yeah, we aint got nothing better to do tonight anyhow,” the second man replied. “You packing heat?” he asked.
“Always,” the other man said with a smile.
“Let’s go hunting then,” the second man said as he slapped his friend on the back. They finished their beers and walked from the bar followed closely by Sasha.
She was only a few blocks away from her truck and she knew where they were headed so as they walked toward a beat up Ford truck she walked quickly back to the alley to reclaim her truck from the dark shadows. She breathed a sigh of relief when she found her truck just as she had left it and drove calmly out to the Chalmette Battlefield, the site of a Civil War battle. Sasha had been to the battlefield many times in her life and know remembered a small house behind the museum. It was secluded from most traffic passing by and it was surrounded by dense woods that could easily hide a vehicle. Not a bad place at all for a safe house, she thought as she drove across one of many sets of railroad tracks onto a smaller side road.
Had she known what type of vehicle to be looking for, Sasha may have noticed the sleek black SUV that she passed at the old train depot, but her concentration was focused on the action she would need to take once she reached the battle field. She looked down at the clock on the trucks console and saw that it was eight forty-five. _________________ Alli
Wed Sep 20, 2006 8:01 pm
ladielove
Joined: 22 May 2006
Posts: 157
Location: Tennessee
I just love sasha....
Alli the datails are awsome...
i'll be waitting in front of my computer for the next part .
Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:48 pm
Allison
Joined: 12 Oct 2005
Posts: 4216
Location: Florida
Soon I hope Ladie. Thanks for the post sweety!
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Wed Sep 20, 2006 11:50 pm
joanie
Joined: 26 Aug 2006
Posts: 123
Location: Florida
Alli
Another great story! Waiting anxiously for the story to continue to unfold. I do so enjoy your stories!
J
Thu Sep 21, 2006 12:26 am
Allison
Joined: 12 Oct 2005
Posts: 4216
Location: Florida
Awww thank you Joanie for the post. Will try to keep the story rolling
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Thu Sep 21, 2006 12:33 am
Allison
Joined: 12 Oct 2005
Posts: 4216
Location: Florida
Part Six
PART SIX
Wilson crushed out a butt of a Marlboro red and then pulled a light black jacket over his shoulders. It was eight-thirty and time for him to take up his watching position near the precinct house. He had called the front desk and the valet attendant had his Crown Victoria waiting for him at the front entrance to the hotel. He tipped the driver and then placed a slim, long package on the passenger seat next to him. Not the most romantic of weapons, he thought as he drove, but the razor honed cane blade would be sufficient to do the job he had planned for the night. Earlier he had placed a silencer on the barrel of the nine millimeter and now had it tucked securely in the back waistband of his jeans.
He drove to the precinct house parked next to the curb and killed the engine as he began his wait. He smiled to himself as he watched each of the three cops assigned to the protection detail pull into the garage in their personal vehicles and walk quickly into the precinct house.
In the small house behind the Battle Field museum, a cell phone rang promptly at eight-thirty. The officer that answered it took down an address and after ending the call told his companions, “Time to move.”
One of the officers quietly slipped from the house and surveyed the surrounding distance between the safe house and the SUV and then quickly ran to unlock it and drive it next to the house. Logan had become used to being rapidly ushered from house to vehicle and allowed the remaining two men to surround him and thrust him quickly into the back seat.
Logan had a growing knot in the pit of his stomach all evening long. His testimony at the trial was barely twelve hours away and for a short time, he felt like he was going to make it to the witness stand after all. Then as night fell, so did his hopes of remaining alive until the next morning. He did not say anything to the cops that were working diligently to keep him alive, but he knew they felt they same feeling of impending doom. They would only feel relief once they had passed Logan off to the next shift, their job complete for the evening and if all went as planned, that would occur within the half hour.
The black SUV barreled down the side road leading from the Battle Field and was nearly side swiped by an old beat up ford as it raced in the opposite direction, followed closely by a dark truck. They circled around the Ninth Ward, giving it a wide berth, leery of prying eyes and headed north to Interstate Ten, before heading west toward downtown New Orleans.
Wilson watched as the black SUV pulled out from the police garage and headed west. He followed them through the busy streets and mimicked each of their turns until they flashed their lights and were giving entry to a locked gate at the Superdome. Wilson pulled his car under the elevated interstate underpass and using the silenced nine millimeter took out the remaining street light, leaving him concealed in total darkness. He watched as the second black SUV pulled into the lot and the exchange took a total of thirty seconds and then the vehicle carrying Logan made a U-turn and headed for the exit gate. Turning right, they pulled out onto the one way avenue followed closely by the off duty cops. At the next intersection, the off duty vehicle took a left as they headed into the precinct and Logan’s vehicle went right and headed out toward the Zoo. Ironically, they passed by the homes of the Bellfontaines on their route and Logan felt a shiver run down his spine as if icy fingers traced his backbone.
At the Battlefield, Sasha parked behind one corner of the museum and hugged the shadows of the building as she stalked toward the small hidden house. The two men from the bar had pulled their truck into a small copse of woods two hundred yards away from the house and were sneaking up the driveway when Sasha caught up with them. Sasha snapped the neck of the larger man then dragged the smaller of the two into the woods. The man had pissed his jeans when Sasha pressed him against a large oak and fixed him with her rage filled eyes. These bumbling idiots could put Kara in jeopardy and she would not allow that to happen. Sasha’s large hand encircled the terrified mans throat and with ease she slipped inside his mind. The information she had learned at the bar was all she could gain from him. They were coming out to look around on a lark that Logan and his protector’s would be hidden in the small house. Useless for any additional information, Sasha snapped his neck and removed her grip allowing his body to slump to the ground.
She then quickly approached the dark house and searched with her mind to find it empty. Her acute olfactory senses could still smell the fumes of gasoline and she knew that a vehicle had left the premises a short time ago. The door was locked, but a quick elbow to a small glass pane gave Sasha’s hand access to the lock and she quietly slipped inside the house. She could smell the sweat of fear masked by unknown hours of cigarette smoke. Sasha looked around the rooms for signs that Logan and his protector’s had been housed there. One of the beds had been occupied, but from the looks of the tangled sheets, Sasha doubted that sleep came to the man lying there. Again she could smell the fear as it enveloped the bed linens and Sasha knew that Logan had lain here not long ago. In the living room a newspaper was folded open to the coverage given to the Bellefontaine trial as one of the cops had undoubtedly been reading before they left the house. A can of soda had been left on the coffee table and the condensation still dripped from the chilled can.
Sasha had been too late in arriving to track Logan and his protector’s and would have to drive around the city in hopes that she could again pick up the trail. She closed the door behind her and slowly jogged back to her truck. When she passed by the larger of the two men lying beside the road, Sasha sarcastically thought, you should have trusted Woody’s comment earlier. As she drove back toward the city Sasha could feel Kara reaching her mind out to hers.
Hello Darling, how are you? Sasha asked.
I am missing you, but I am fine, Kara said. I just had a sandwich and restroom break while my mind cleared. Have you any luck in finding Logan? She asked.
I just missed him by minutes when they left their last safe house, Sasha reported. I followed two local thugs who were attempting to cash in on the bounty, but they also were too late. Now I am headed back into the city to see if I can pick up on their trail so wish me luck, Sasha said.
Good luck, Kara replied. Finding them will be like finding a needle in the proverbial haystack but I know you will try your best.
Yes My Love, I will, Sasha said as she felt Kara slipping away. I love you she said.
I love you too, Kara said and then her mind went blank.
Sasha’s mind boiled with rage at the Bellfontaines abduction of Kara and the drugged state she had been kept in. If the State could not find a way to make them pay for their crimes, Sasha would certainly take matters into her own hands. They had crossed a boundary when they abducted Kara and they would be punished for their treatment of her lover. Their actions were now personal and Sasha had an eternity to exact her revenge.
Sasha tried to clear her mind of the rage to allow her to focus on finding Logan. The hours were ticking by rapidly and Sasha knew there would be an attempt on his life tonight and whether it was successful or not would be determined by her ability to locate them and the officer’s skill at keeping their witness alive.
She drove down endless streets without detecting any sign of Logan and she knew her time was running out. She passed many vehicles with passengers looking intently out of the windows and Sasha knew she was not the only one looking for signs of Logan.
Wilson sat in the rented Crown Victoria a smoked a Marlboro that he kept hooded by his hand to prevent the bright orange glow of the cigarette from being detected by anyone who happened to look his way. It was almost three in the morning and he had not seen anyone pass by for the last two hours. He would strike soon, to prevent being seen by any early birds who had to be at work before the sun would rise. The inside of the small apartment only had one light burning and he hoped that he would catch the officers off guard as he stormed through the door. He smiled to himself as he saw a storm approaching from the west. The rumbling of thunder would do well to mask his crashing through the door and Wilson knew he was only moments away from being a million dollars richer.
As the first raindrops pelted the glass window of the apartment, two of the three cops were dozing lightly on the couch while the third remained alert to any movement outside the apartment. Wilson watched as a curtain wavered as the cop peered out the window in search of possible assassins.
In the bedroom, Logan had broken out in a cold sweat as he knew death was coming for him. He listened to the soft purrs of the cops asleep on the couch and he felt even less confident that they would be prepared to protect him when the time came. Logan felt he might as well gamble on his own skills for survival as his eyes came to rest on the small window. He looked out into the darkness and when the next bolt of lightning flashed he could see that the window led out onto a small private deck and then a small copse of woods. With the approaching storm, Logan knew his protectors would be worried about losing power and a breach of the apartment and that is when Logan would make his break.
He timed the bursts of lightning and the cracks of thunder to gauge the nearness of the storm. When the flash of light and the rumble of thunder came almost simultaneously, Logan acted. He had already pulled on the dark hooded sweatshirt and had unlocked the window. The next bolt of lightning made the light in the living room dim and then flicker and the thunderous boom that followed masked the sound of Logan opening the worn window and pushing out the screen and without another thought he jumped through into the dark, wet night.
Wilson had moved quickly from the car and ran across the street to the apartment. His minutes were ticking away and as a precaution he moved to the back of the apartment to scope out the back yard as a secondary means of escape, should the front entrance be cut off for some reason. Wilson stepped around the corner of the apartment as a flash of lightning landed close enough to make the ground tremble. When his eyes adjusted from the bright light, Wilson looked directly into the terrified eyes of Bo Logan.
Wilson brought his right hand up and pistol whipped Logan across the face and then lifted the smaller man over his shoulder. He ran across the street and popped the trunk with the remote, tossing Logan deep inside the voluminous trunk before sliding behind the wheel of the Crown Victoria.
Wilson chuckled as he reached down to turn the key to start the engine. “This is fucking unbelievable,” he said aloud to himself. Wilson had suffered a brief pang of guilt regarding killing a fellow officer, but he would not hesitate in killing them to get to Logan. Fortune had indeed smiled broadly on him as Wilson pulled the Crown Victoria away from the apartment with his prey safely tucked away in the trunk without having to fire a single shot.
Wilson drove south and in minutes had crossed the river as the rain lashed against his windshield. He had made it safely out of the city before the protection team had realized that Logan had flown the coop and the city roiled in uproar as every available policeman searched for Logan, presuming that he would be on foot and desperate for a safe hiding spot. Little did they know that death had found Logan and he was safely headed into the bayou with him to collect his victim.
They traveled south in the pouring rain for nearly half an hour before Wilson found a small clearing and he pulled the car off the road onto soft gravel. He dared not drive any further and risk becoming stuck as the ground continued to weaken with the soaking rain. He looked over at the package resting on the seat and decided to leave it there for the moment. Logan’s luck had turned bad enough already and Wilson would not torment him by showing him what was to become of his body. Instead, he left the car and popped the lid to find a terrified Logan huddling in the far corner of the trunk.
“You really should not have crossed the Bellfontaines,” he said to Logan as he motioned him out of the trunk. Wilson held the nine millimeter firmly in his right hand as he pointed to a spot on the ground and Logan boldly knelt there in his final act of submission in his short lived life. He felt the cold butt of the silencer press against the back of his head and when he heard the sharp click of the trigger he knew nothing more of this world. The shot had exited through the crown of Logan’s head having ripped through his brain killing him instantly. Wilson watched as Logan’s body fell forward in slow motion and the blood began to run from his wound mixing with the muddy storm water as it flowed downhill.
Wilson returned to the car and opened the package holding the cane knife. He preferred a quick silent kill, but the terms of this contract included the head of the cursed one and after swallowing hard to hold back his gorge, Wilson rained a single blow across Logan’s neck separating his head from his body in a clean cut. Logan’s blood flowed like tiny rivers from his neck and with grave caution, Wilson picked up the severed head and wrapped it in several thick plastic bags and placed it in the spare tire well in the trunk. With a final look back at Logan, his blood covering a large patch of ground, Wilson said, “Poor bastard,” and then drove silently back the way he came.
Wilson pulled the car over while still several miles from the river and returned the cane blade to its original wrapping and then took a side road parallel to the river. When he found a secluded spot, he pulled the car off the road again and heaved the package as far into the fast moving water as he could. He watched as the package slipped from view as it drifted under the waters of the Big Muddy. Wilson then pulled out a cell phone and dialed the number that had been given to him earlier by Ray Bellfontaine. After reporting his success and agreeing to meet at a previously designated spot, Wilson closed the cell phone and it joined the cane blade at the bottom of the river.
He was eager to make the exchange and head out of town. Driving around with a decapitated head in his trunk gave him the Willie’s and the sooner he was headed back to South Beach the better.
Ray called Curtis with the jubilant news and stopped by his brother’s home moments later to pick up a briefcase holding the million dollars promised to Wilson. “Money well spent,” Curtis said to Ray as he handed over the briefcase. “You know what to do afterwards correct?” Curtis asked.
“Yes, I do,” and with that confirmation Ray left the Garden District to meet Wilson.
The exchange went well and Wilson was on his way to Interstate Ten heading east toward home as the first rays of the rising sun crested the horizon. Eager to leave the state, Wilson stopped at the Mississippi Welcome Station to change out of his still wet clothes. He would later stop in Mobile, Alabama to change rental cars, unwilling to drive the vehicle that had memories of Logan’s head in the trunk. He glanced over at the briefcase and smiled, turning on the radio to an oldies station that would help the miles disappear more quickly.
After exchanging the briefcase for the soggy plastic bag, Ray Bellfontaine drove the few blocks to Jackson Square. He and Curtis agreed that Logan’s head would be placed atop one of the iron spiked fence tops there to serve notice to all who would dare to cross the brother’s in the future. Ray drove away with the head of Bo Logan smiling a macabre smile as his blood continued to trickle slowly forming a puddle in the drizzling rain.
An hour later a 911 call was placed by a city worker on her way to work. She reported the decapitated head hanging on the fence at Jackson Square and the police knew immediately that they had been defeated yet again by the Bellfontaines.
Sasha had driven around the city all night, but could not pick up Logan’s trail. She was making a final round of the Quarter when she heard the report of a siren screaming passed her and when she drove in front of Jackson Square she saw the Crime Scene staff removing Logan’s head from the iron fence spike.
She felt deflated with defeat as she knew that it was just a formality now and within hours the trial would begin and charges would be dismissed when the state could not present the star witness. Sasha drove for home and with the last ounce of her energy tried to contact Kara, but reached only blackness. Sasha entered the house and slipped from her rain soaked clothing and between crisp clean sheets in total exhaustion.
Deep in the heart of the bayou, Kara’s mind was still reeling from her latest injection, but she was coherent enough to realize that somewhere across the room a cell phone was ringing.
“Got it,” was the only response she heard from the man who answered on this end.
Kara drifted back into sleep and when she awoke hours later she found her arms and legs freed and her blindfold removed. She squinted as she looked around the room, seeing daylight for the first time in days to find the room empty of other occupants and only a cell phone sitting on the table where she had taken her meals.
Still suffering from the affects of the drug, Kara did the only thing she could think of to do, she dialed Sasha’s cell number and left a message to let her know she was all right and she would be home very soon. She then dialed 911 and kept the line open while the police traced the direction of the call and dispatched an ambulance to bring her home. It took nearly an hour for them to pinpoint her location and when Kara and the 911 operator heard the wail of the siren together Kara knew she was going home. _________________ Alli
Thu Sep 21, 2006 7:23 pm
ladielove
Joined: 22 May 2006
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Location: Tennessee
Fabalous Alli ...
this should be a HBO Mimi series ... lol
again your details are awesome... well I will be the same place I was when you posted the last add post and this one.. right here in front of the computer ....
thanks Alli..
Thu Sep 21, 2006 9:45 pm
Allison
Joined: 12 Oct 2005
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Location: Florida
Awww Ladie Your comments always leave me smiling. Thanks for the continued posts and encouragement.
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Thu Sep 21, 2006 10:04 pm
ladielove
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Well Alli ... i'm really glad to hear that .... and just so you know when i get my message from mels saying there's a new post ....
my smile has to be bigger than a watermelon ... lol ....
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