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The long rows of trees behind the dojo offered a clear view of the target, a washed out sports jacket and pants stuffed with mattress padding. The trees also threw pools of cool shade, precious in the midday heat of a sudden stroke of indian summer. The two Secret Service agents, a man and a women, were stringing English longbows, joking and laughing, just like they used to.
"The draw is heavier than I remember," Sean Claude commented, flexing his arm as he drew back the string experimentally.
"Nay, the man is lighter," The blond Tesla Samedir smirked, knocking an arrow. "He's been ill and off his supper." Out of the corner of his eye, she saw Sean's grin vanish. Tesla took in his profile, a slightly long face, high cheekbones, straight nose, unshaven stubble and even a scar under his left eye. Accompanied by a good six-feet plus strong, lean frame, olive skin, black-brown hair and aquamarine eyes that one can drown into, her partner was undoubtedly a helluva good-looking man. And migh
Alive with the sound of music
Suspicious minds lyrics and music by Zambon Francis.
"I'm not leaving you, sis," Pela said matter-of factly after having listened to what Enola and Amanda had been telling. "I'm not going to let you stick your head into that lion's gap, whilst just running back to Fresno, and pretend everything's all right, when it's very much not. Now, this has apparently grown far away from protecting our gold, or avenging Natasja, or what the object really was about, from the start. I can't believe, you let them hire you, for such a thing!"
"Pela," Enola tried, but her sister was having nothing of it.
"I'm staying. If you need my help, I'd come running on the double. You're not going to play hero here, trying to trap Nigel the mutant, and doing something equally stupid."
"Pela, the Secret Service will do most of the job, I'm just going to lift my finger and point along," Enola smirked.
"Make sure you still got it in one piece, when the venture is over, finger and all," Pela huffed, whi
Mind Reading Serum
Standing on the bottom of the staircase, Kylie was almost cheering out load. Congratulating herself silently instead, she took in the scene. No, this was no old man's doctor's reception she had discovered here, instead it was a complete laboratory. And an immense one at that, Kylie deduced, that this great room must take up more than half the basement to the Doctor's house, which wasn't exactly small to begin with. It was filled with so many various things, which she had no idea what use they served, save for being for some kind of medical purposes. And to her untrained eye, they all appeared to be state of the art and expensive stuff, shining chrome and mounted leds and small screens all over.
This sure was what she had been looking for! Dr. Sarkisi Kreuzberg's secret laboratory! It was here he had developed his Enhancement Serum, and what Angantyr's informer had believed were 'His Other Secrets'. Those, which were said to be even more valuable, than what Kylie had acquired, so
"Salem Anund, eh," Anthony said. "So he's the one who ordered this attack."
"Correct," Joan replied. "That was what this woman Jeyna Taylor said at least. Including providing with a way to contact him. An add under 'girl meets boy' on Tuesday. Sounds like an old-style spy novella, I admit. But the reason for these methods still being in swing, is that usually they work. Much safer than using phones, which may be tapped. No one bother with studying all those hundreds and hundreds of published ads every day, looking for what might be code words. Code words, they don't have a clue about, anyway."
"So you're setting up a little meeting with Anund and haul him in, right?" Anthony guessed, stapling his fingers in front of himself on the desk. Joan nodded.
"And the in-house crook."
"We cannot get her before we have Anund, because of the risk that this warns off Anund, making him running for the hills."
"Fair enough, but we do know who it is?"
"It's the chef," Joan said matter
While Jasper held the dagger to Fritz Chandler's neck, Bruce faced him for a second.
"No tricks now, because then you're a very dead man," he snarled, before putting his booted foot to the door, and kicking it open. It swayed upon its hinges, as the flimsy lock broke, and then the door almost fell inside the room. As a response, a dim light was lit to the right of them. Bruce was fast inside with his gun drawn, as a pale-looking couple was sitting up in their bed.
"Jeyna Taylor?" Bruce snarled, whilst recognizing the man next to the raven-haired woman, as the dark skinned one who had chased them off the compound the day before.
"What do you want? We got no money here," the athletic, almost burly and olive-skinned woman, who was obviously Jeyna Taylor, snapped, her eyes darting from her bed comrade to Fritz and then back to Bruce.
"We don't want your money, Mrs." Bruce said, whilst Jasper forced Fritz down on a chair and tied his hands behind his back with broad silver tape, finishing w
Code word SexySpider
"Replacement's here!" Stephanie Sands said as she put down her bright crimson handbag on the round little café table in the Lattebubble. Tesla craned her neck to face her colleague.
"Great, then I can go home and sleep," Tesla stood up, retrieved her cigarette package and grabbed her jacket hanging over a chair. "For a change, Sean managed to find us a spying-place with actually good coffee." Stephanie laughed at that and Tesla went on. "You've eaten?"
"Go for the turkey pie then, it's really good."
"So no action yet in that tattoo parlour?" Stephanie asked. "No runaway mutant slave to be more exact."
"No, just a motley clientéle streaming in and out that door. Not as many though, so I'm unsure, if they get the number of clients which you'd probably need, to keep a place like that up and running. Actually, the people owning this café, seem to have discovered that too. Because they believed, that when Sean came here first, he was with the tax department, wanting t
What happens in Vega stays in Vega
It was about a quarter past midnight, when the four of them left the restaurant. Matthew and Pela were walking ahead, whilst Enola and Sean lingered, regarding a fountain, gently sprouting water down in a basin, where small birds were bathing and drinking. This part of Vega was a bit off the beaten track, silent back streets winding themselves around old houses and fenced in gardens, where orange- and lemon trees could be glimpsed. This was mostly residential areas, slightly reminiscing of Versailles Heights, but the area was denser built and seemed older and slightly less well kept, almost run down in places. More genuine in a way.
Sean was familiar with this hard to find back street bistro, which was situated behind an anonymous blue door, if you didn't know the establishment was there, you'd never find it! But behind that sign less door hid a small place, with a nice and cozy atmosphere, and handsomely priced dishes, the food combinations and flavors unusual, but pleasantly surprisi
Two hours later, Bruce was on the road towards Salt Lake City, together with Jasper. Negotiating the Vega City ring road, took a good half an hour, but once Bruce hit the 15 heading north, they made the journey to Orange tree Valley in a little less than two hours. Bruce eased the vehicle through the gears, put on effortless bursts of speed, at times he tipped the meter at 160 kph. The road was mostly empty of other vehicles, and struck a solitary path through irrigated farmlands, interluded with patches of barren dessert plains.
There was a run-down settlement, just before the main village. Bruce slowed, whilst spotting a gas station, and just after it, an unmarked tarmac road, which seemed to disappear into the forest, that bordered the village. That forest had probably been an orange plant once, but left to its own devises, it had grown wild and unkempt.
"This should be it," he said, and Jasper grunted something in response. Turning down the road, which was littered with potholes, B
The Indigo Eye Tattoo Parlor
The Kasbah was truly a labyrinth. A crowded, messy, noisy, smelly and colourful labyrinth, tiring to all senses. Enola and Sean had been spending an hour searching for the addressee, which Sean's colleague Bruce Anasazi had given them. 'The Indigo Eye Tattoo Parlor'. Of course, they had found enough tattoo shops already, but the Indigo Eye was of a special kind, since they had specialized in removing undesired tattoos in a flattering way, as well as adding new ones. They, if anyone, should be able to know if it was possible to get rid of a Sang Rabot tattoo. And perhaps, they might even know, if someone had been trying to do so, recently.
"He still had the tattoo, during his two years with us," Enola said. "When Amanda told about it, I recalled having seen it too, but I never got around asking about it. Frankly, I've never cared that much for tattoos, I think they are ugly. And get uglier, the longer you wear them. Blurry and bleached. Besides, who would want a mark you cannot remove?
The Plot Thickens
The next morning, Jasper was back, dragging Clarys out of dreams, by her hair. She was towed out of the cell, and into the corridor, yelling at Jasper.
"Bastard, let go! Bastard!"
"As you wish!" He threw her down, and she collapsed against the wall. Matthew Logan was behind Jasper, eyeing the prisoner with disgust and anger, whilst he cracked his knuckles.
"Get up, little whore!" Jasper hissed. "Now!" Glaring at him, Clarys pushed herself up, using the wall for support.
"I'm unarmed!" she shouted. "You don't have to use such violence!" Clarys spat at him again, and earned a backhanded slap across the face. Jasper took her upper arm in a vice-like grip and stormed down the corridor, half-dragging her, followed closely by Matthew. He pushed her through a doorway, into the same tiled walled room as yesterday, where the Chief of the Secret Police was waiting, hands on her hips, and a self-satisfied look upon her face.
"Well now, Clarys, I'm under the impression that you're not happy to see