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My Sister's Keeper [Prologue]
« on: February 14, 2017, 12:46:28 PM »
The alarm clock beside his bed stares back at him, seeming to taunt him as each minute of sleplessness ticks past.  One too many espressos, the price one pays for late nights and early mornings.  Jet lag and fatigue are simply a necessity of the trade on occasion.  A trade that while less than reputable last year saw a gross of 6.4 million, however as there is no tax code for human trafficking, his day job as an independent business consultant would suffice.  Tossing and turning in an attempt to get comfortable, the silence was deafening.  His home was New York City, the crowds, the energy, the noise; it wrapped him like a warm blanked at night. His mind, with nothing but free time couldn’t help but think of his next job, his background in the medicine and engineering trades allowed for a wide birth of business expenses that could otherwise draw eyebrows. He went over his checklist of necessities repeatedly.

 

Edward Lorenz rubbed his eyes, 4:03 am, at this point he may as well just get up.  Swinging himself from his bed on the 38th floor of his luxury hotel he made his way from the comforts of the 1000 thread count sheets to the antique desk overlooking the rolling landscape that is Beverly Hills.  He unplugs his phone from its charging station and scrolls through the recent number of requests, another full booking.  It had crossed his mind that he could do with an assistant or an apprentice; but the thought of his success rate, and subsequent ability to remain undetected from law enforcement always held him at bay. However, that very same skill set also made him a rare commodity, the ability to extricate nearly anyone and deliver them anywhere in the world wasn’t exactly something you could go to school for, although…oddly enough, it seemed that he had.

 

His mind drifted back to his days at Columbia, changing majors nearly every semester and bouncing from interest to interest acquiring skill after skill until that fateful day…when he found his calling.  The light of his iphone was blinding as the screen came into focus, he aimlessly thumbs through the local offers on his phone until he sees a figure he would have a hard time passing up.  The sum of 2.1 million to locate, recover, and return a family’s runaway daughter.  These silver spoon jobs were always the best. He felt as though it was his way of giving back to the community considering all damage he’s done in his line of work. He forwards the job to his handler to arrange for payment and resigns himself to another day of coffee fueled grogginess as he sulks off the shower.

 

An hour, and two lattes later Eddie is actively going over the days plans his target a 16 yr old tennis star from Beverly Hills High School, she’d been hand picked by a businessman from Japan on his last trip to the states, she was to shipped from the Port of Long Beach tonight in a freight container. The map of his route both to and from his target was laid out, his itinerary was in place, his tablet fully charged, and bag packed with rope, tape, a knife, any and everything a handy grabber like himself would need.

 

He choose today as the girl’s parents would be attending a fund raiser for her father’s company until late in the evening by which time little Sofia Warren would be locked away and sailing towards her new life.

 

He finishes his espresso, and glances over his shoulder at the red digital numbers on the clock, it was high past time for him to be about his day, propelling himself from his chair he heads to the bathroom, flipping the lights on and is stopped by the voices from the hall.  There were at least 2 of them, one clearly an adult woman and the other…decidedly younger.  It was rare families could afford such luxury; in fact it was usually the main reason Eddie choose to stay in such haughty establishments far away from the prying eyes of curious youth.  Businessmen and women were too busy to snoop into the affairs of others, and the last thing he’d need would be some kid to bump into him while he was on an elevator and spill the contents of his grab bag onto the floor. He lets heavy sigh, as the voices dissipated moving down the hall towards the elevators.

 

“Not so fast girls.” Orianna and Michaela the daughters of the beloved Senator Carter Beal gingerly push each other back and forth as they scamper in front of their distracted mother towards the elevator. “Girls!” Alana, the well to do wife of the senator snaps at her two rambunctious girls.  Sighing heavily as she presses the button with the down arrow, cell phone in hand scrolling through emails, tapping her heels never looking back as she hears her two girls still slapping and shoving each other. “Mickie!” She snaps, as the 14 year old quickly straightens up. Orianna, flashes a quiet wry smile that only a 9 year old who constantly gets away with antagonizing her older sister can flash.

 

Without further incident the three step onto the elevator and into their busy day. An entire day campaigning, the girls had essentially grown up in the public eye of their father, the prosecuting attorney on California’s biggest cases over the last 10 years, and now the state’s humble public servant.  They were pretty much under watch most hours of the day, and after the most notorious of their father’s cases in which he sent a few high ranking mafia members away for quite some time, the family decided to beef up security. Armored cars, trackers in their shoes, and a whole cyber suite designed around guarding the daughters of a man who one day could be the leader of the free world.  As they reached the lobby men in black suits escort them through the ornate hall and into the bright and crisp morning air.  The lovely trio have been on the campaign trail making stop after stop for the better part of the month and the girls clearly growing restless with the daily grind of being trotted out in front of cameras each day.

 

Thus, a day of frivolities was in order, first the zoo, then a baseball game (with the obligatory photo op), followed up by dinner with dad at the girl’s favorite restaurant.  Alana had organized the day through the secret service detail and kept it a surprise, as she loaded the energetic girls into the back of a black SUV they whizzed off to their event filled days.

 

Eddie hadn’t anticipated the cool crisp morning he was greeted with as a black SUV flew by him on Santa Monica Blvd clearly not concerned with the safety of pedestrians. It’s probably just another millionaire millennial living off of daddy’s trust fund.  He scowls as he watches the car fly by.  Stepping onto the campus of Beverly Hills High he nearly blended in, a mass of people flooding the grassy corridor as he makes his way through the scores of students who are all so wrapped up in their cell phones that no one notices the late 30 something with a salt and pepper beard and backpack casually strolling through the campus.  Not so much in an attempt to blend in but simply a necessity of the profession, he swings his bag from over his shoulder and quickly retrieves his tablet.  Accessing the encrypted LoJack application he sees the little blue dot ahead of him about 500 feet.  He smiles, the conveniences of modern human trafficking, when he first got into this business the surveillance and tracking alone was enough to drive even the most patient kidnapper to an honest life.  But he stuck with it and evolved with the times, the micro tracker he placed on Sofia’s Bentley last night was still working perfectly.  He positioned himself with a good angle as she pulled her car to a stop a fair distance away from the other cars toward the back of the parking lot.  While most of the student’s here were of pretty exceptional means, Sofia’s family had amassed a rather sizeable fortune, and she wasn’t above being pretentious enough to park her car a few spots away from the plebes.

 

The terrible house music blasting from the car stopped as the motor died, two other girls exited the car with her, giggling the entire way into the school.  All of them little clones of each other.  Yoga pants (even on a day that was predicted to be hot), graphic t-shirt with a saying on it that I’m sure they thought was witty, Starbucks cups, Louis Vuitton bags, Gucci sunglasses and the infamous top knot.  That incessant hairstyle that should have died out in the 80’s has infected a new generation of idiots.  Suddenly, Eddie didn’t really feel all that bad about uprooting this suburban debutant from her position and replanting her somewhere a bit more inhospitable.

 

After the crowds dispersed the parking lot was vacant and Eddie wastes little time making his way to the luxury sedan.  Judgmentally shaking his head the whole way.  He pulls a key from his pocket and inserts it into the lock, the wire leading from the other side of the key is inserted into his tablet, he waits patiently as numbers roll across the screen.  Periodically looking up; they really should install security cameras at a school like this, surely they can afford it.  **CHIRP CHIRP** The tablet signals as the locks pop open, he slides into the car quickly and inserts the key into the ignition, again the numbers roll across the screen. **CHIRP CHIRP** Smiling, this really has gotten too easy, he thinks to himself.  

 

His attention is quickly pulled as he hears sirens from a street away, knowing better than to press his luck he quickly packs up his things and starts to walk away, stopping about 300 feet from the car looking down at his tablet one last time he opens up the same app used to access the car pressing the power icon, he smiles as the engine kicks on and…

 

 

“….roars…” Orianna shouts as she jumps from behind the tree startling her sister.

 “Ori!” Michaela shouts pushing her little sister ahead, watching as Ori quickly scurries ahead catching up with their mother.

“Mom!? Momma? MOM!?” Ori pleads, finally drawing her mother’s attention, “Can we go see the penguins?!”  A reluctant sigh is heard from Mickie who, thanks to the heat is now covered in a thin layer of sweat is decidedly over the zoo and being outside.  “Please momma please!”

Alana covering her cell phone smiles and nods, trying her best to keep her cool, knowing it’s only early in the day…too early for her patience to be tested already.  “Of course little angel,” she says, softly, snapping her fingers at Mickie who only returns an exacerbated look as Ori runs past grabbing her big sisters hand dragging her towards the penguin exhibit.

Alana watches despondently, she had considered having Ori tested for Asperger’s at an earlier age but her husband, who rarely had to deal with her at her worse refused to subject her, and more specifically the family to that type of exposure.  They were supposed to be the All-American success story; he assumed mental illness would somehow change that. The voice at the other end of the phone shouted snapping Alana back to reality.  “Yes, we need to move all the shares just to avoid the appearance of impropriety, and sooner rather than later.”

 

…Later (across town)

 

Eddie peered from the hotel room window, his monocular telescope gave him the perfect view of Sofia; she stood out in her (no doubt) designer all white tennis uniform.  Her body glistened with sweat, he could see why his client or for that matter anyone may want this little prize to themselves.  She was just beginning to develop but all early signs pointed to a clear-cut fact.  She would be a knockout. Standing already 5’6” tall, long athletic legs, bright blonde hair, she was quite picturesque, her hips had started to bow shaping her tight little rear that hid under her tennis skirt.  Two very defined mound stood pertly from her chest, B-cups by Eddie’s estimation, but with such potential. Eddie had to concede that they certainly didn’t build them like this when he was in high school.  Practice concludes and just as the previous 3 days the girls began to retrieve all the balls that had gone astray from around the court.  That gave Eddie 19 minutes to get into position.  Glancing down at his watch he sets the time for 16 minutes, hastily he leaves his spot viewing the flock of teens, grabs his bag and makes his way to the elevator.  Glancing again at his watch. 14 minutes and counting. 4 minutes later he’s across the street, another 3 and he is on campus. The tree line across from the schools parking lot was another faux pas that Eddie couldn’t help but smile at as he made his way to a small clearing he’d carved out days earlier.

 

The sun has dipped behind the school and the lights of the parking lot take over leaving wide swaths of poorly lit space.  Taking his place in the concealed brush Eddie pulls out his tablet, making sure he still has a good line of sight to Sofia’s car.  One by one the students file out after changing from their tennis attire, Sofia, usually one of the last students has done herself no favors today but being dead last.  Tennis bag slung over her shoulder she exits the school, black little spandex shorts hug her toned bum covering it just enough to constitute decency.  The school colors do look wonderful on that fit little body, her t-shirt emblazoned with BHHS tennis on the front, and tied into a knot on the side revealing her midriff.  Sure, it was a little warm out still, but honestly high school fashion was beginning to mimic porn fashion.

 

Prepping his tablet he watches as she climbs into the car starting it up.  Scrolling through his apps he first activates the signal jammer he places in her car. The cell that she normally would be texting and driving from suddenly shows no signal.  She thinks nothing of it as she throws it into her purse and starts up the car, shifting into drive and pulling torwards the exit, Eddie’s screen beeps and he taps it and looks up as the car’s engine dies and lights go out.  Sofia looked around in bewilderment, “what the hell?” she softly exclaims to herself.  She places her foot over the gas and presses it again turning her key. The V6 roars as she starts it, placing it back into drive this time she barely gets done shifting before the car dies again.

 

Eddie smiles from the bushes adjacent the parking lot before placing his tablet in his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, disappearing further into the darkness. She pulls out her phone, her dad would know what to do, “Fuck,” the ‘no service alert’ still bold across the screen. How was she going to get home? She couldn’t call her parents, couldn’t Uber, no car… She looks up to see someone walking through the parking lot.  She scrambles quickly getting from the car, her legs were tired as she started walking towards the figure in the distance.  “HEY!” She shouts, the figure kept moving away, holding up her arms “HEY!” she shouts again. Still nothing, she squints only to realize they have over the ear headphones on, exacerbated she sighs and begins to run the 40 yards toward the only help she can find. “Excuse me?” she says getting closer. Still nothing, “EXCUSE ME!” she shouts at the top of her lungs finally getting their attention.

 

Turning around she sees a black mask with a skull painted on it covering the persons face, sun glasses cover their eyes, as they turn there is no hesitation as he pulls something from his pocket taking a quick lunging step in her direction he plunges a needle into her bicep and press down on the plunger.  “Hello Sofia” a menacing voice says.

 

The pain is sharp, then numb, a cool chill rushes through her arm, and then precedes the numbness that creeps through her limbs as the drugs run through Sofia’s system. She takes in a deep breath determined to scream, nothing comes out. Her vision begins to fade, she felt like she was falling forever as her equilibrium fails.  Her legs cease bearing her weight as she collapses into Eddie’s arms, “how did you kno- know my-“ Her eyes closes as Eddie reaches into her hand taking her keys and scooping her into his arms.  Looking around, silence, aside from the nearby overpass, not another soul in sight.  Eddie makes his way back to her car, popping the trunk, as he gets close, he gingerly lowers her into the trunk filled with various sports equipment.  He glances at his watch, the dosage he measured out should give him 4 hours, more than enough time.  Slamming the trunk, he quickly pulls a spare license plate from his bag, popping it on her car, and starts it up remotely. He can only  flash a satisfied grin as he pulls away, “yup, they should definitely have cameras.”

...TBC...

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Re: Sisters of Grievous Fate [Prologue]
« Reply #1 on: February 14, 2017, 12:59:15 PM »
Great beginning. Waiting for more...

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« Reply #2 on: February 14, 2017, 01:01:18 PM »
Awesome! Can't wait to read more.
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« Reply #3 on: February 19, 2017, 11:10:39 AM »
Has definite potential  >:D
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« Reply #4 on: February 19, 2017, 02:24:47 PM »
Has definite potential  >:D

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Re: Sisters of Grievous Fate [Prologue]
« Reply #5 on: February 19, 2017, 02:57:59 PM »
Give them what they've got coming to them.  :emot_thedrool.gif:
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« Reply #6 on: February 20, 2017, 01:51:11 PM »
Give them what they've got coming to them.  :emot_thedrool.gif:

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« Reply #7 on: February 23, 2017, 06:18:13 PM »
Ch 2 Is up
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« Reply #8 on: August 28, 2020, 03:06:47 AM »
Great beginning. Waiting for more...

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