Love Made Her - Episode 6

 

"I wouldn't call  him if I were you" the man repeated.He had  grey  eyeballs with thick dark eyebrows and his teeth looked stained with over-smoking of tobacco. Will relaxed, resting his back on the chair while sitting and look at the man in the eyes with his head tilted a little.
"Listen old man, what do you want from me?!" Will shouted in frustration. "listen", the old man said, "what do you do to the box of Kelloggs cornflakes after you've finished  consuming the content?" he asked using a finger to draw a round circle  on the brown table then stopped and then raised an eyebrow as he waited for Will's reply . "Even a dumb-ass would know he is to garbage it!" Will said,raising his voice and then reduced it gradually as he noticed eyes where now on him from tables around. Will sat, his hand combing his chin, wondering how all that as to do with the reason why the plane crashed, why the old man was chasing him all around and  why they are currently having this discussion.
"I am Tom Clanks,the CEO of Woodstock community vigilante, and also a member of an undercover secret service in Ohio. First, you have to know that  John who hired you wasn't going to leave you after the police got a tail on you, and he prefers taking you out before the police does." The old man said and pulled out a box of cigar from his breast pocket picked one and  gave Will the lighter to put fire on for him then he returned the box to his pocket.

"Thank you", he said after exhaling some puffs of smoke into the air.", Listen, "John wanted to kill you on the plane before you get to Afghanistan, and am sure you know he doesn't care the number of people he has to kill to get one!" the old man said and killed the cigar fire in a glass bowl and left the remnant around ashes

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. "John has a reputation to protect and he wouldn't want any blemish on his garment, young spine-breaker", the old  man said  has he spinned  a finger in the hollows of his hat and looked into the eyes of Will intensely. William knew he was saying the truth.John told him to  book his flight  and  he filled in details that couldn't be ever traced to him. Even when John visited Will, he came in a Taxi to the hotel  instead of his luxurious flirt of Bugatti, Jeep or Lamborghini.

“beep beep" Will phone rang and it was John on the line. Will looked at his phone confused of what to do.”Now here is the problem" Will,Tom said. “opposite the  bartender is a man in ash turtle-neck and smooth shaved head he has been  watching you, studying  your every move. Look at your left, non of those guys arguing over there, looking so serious about their businesses are businessmen.They were all sent by John as a plan B in case you don’t board the plane. He want's to make sure you die here. ”Will looked slightly and noticed the men arguing at the opposite sit had stopped and were now pretending not to look at him as they sipped their drinks.Will ordered for a glass of Schnapps and watched the reflection of the man standing with the bartender. The man  picked his phone and muttered some words and ended it with,"it's gonna be taken care of".
“so what is your plan, or you gonna let me die here?” Will asked, just after he saw  a black pistol popping out of the pocket of a man at the entrance of the doorway, pretending to be fascinated  by the solo dancing of the Celts on the TV.
“the next move is…..” Tom was saying and paused to drink some more wine. He then added in a voice as low as whisper and he smiled scornfuly. "There is no next move young spin-breaker,start reciting your last prayers", He said laughing so intensely as he watched Will shiver in fear. They kept drinking and as every minute passed, Will's heart was beating heavily with fear. He had been a assassin for  six years now, not a trained one though  and had never held death on the horn like this. Tom raised the table a bit and his glass suddenly started slipping off the table, he pretended he wanted to catch it but Will was closer to it than he was. Will stretched his hands out, he caught the cup by the tip while it was about hitting the ground.Tom hit one of the table stands from underneath the table, making Will lost control of the glass.The glass broke, making loud shatter while one of the excaping broken glasses cut Will's thumb with blood gushing out of his thumb.
The bar man stopped mixing his wine  as his eyes turned to their table. Every other person stopped talking and looked at their table for a few seconds. Some continued looking while others continued their discussion.The music continued and everyone around became engrossed in their discussions some minutes after.”I could have caught  the glass, what were you thinking, you bastard!?” Will asked out of anger as he groaned in pain, blood still gusing out of his thumb.”you need to wash out that bleeding thumb, young Scot. I despise the sight of blood” Tom said, turning his eyes away, looking at an old woman crossing the road while the car's waited for her safe passage. He drank some more wine.He brought out a purple napkin from his breast-pocket which had the tag RUNT at the middle of it. Will stood up and was about heading for the toilet when Tom said “my grandfather gave me this, its special to me but I guess it would be of  best use to you now” Tom said, handing Will the napkin as they looked at each other in the eyes and noticed they were currently watched by the guys opposite them, Will then headed for the toilet.The Celt dancers on TV moved slowly to the tune of  the Oboe, flutes and drums and their unison  made Tom shout and clap loud ”Waow,aren’t they amazng?, so slow and steady!” he asked rhetorically from the guys opposite him, and they nodded back at him with smiles on their faces. Will heard Tom as he walked into the toilet and shut the door behind him. He washed off the bood on his thumb and wondered what sought of person Tom was.The incandescent light in the toilet made Will's golden hair glow and sweat made his hair glue to his forehead and the upper part of his shirt wet. As he washed his hands off, he remembered the event on The sea-king, the boat owned by a famous wealthy drug dealer called Sanchez Modriç. How he murdered Sanchez in cold-blood and watched him fall on the white floor of the boat. In no time, the white floor was covered in thick red blood.

Will washed his face immediately with the water from the running tap. He did that over and over again and finally brought out tom’s napkin to clean his face and hands dry. As he cleaned his hands he wondered why Tom handed him his napkin with no information in it ”seems am just gonna die here anyways”, he said as he angrily trew the wet napkin on the ground and his eyes got soaked in tears .He sat close to the toilet door since they were all vacant and no one seemed to be approaching, his heart was as heavy as a tank filled with water.The napkin spreaded out has he trew it on the ground and when he finally turned his gaze on it, he noticed on it, some words were written in black underneath every alphabet in RUNT and could only be seen because the napkin got wet. Underneath the RUNT was RUN UNTO THE NEARBY TAXI and in no time Will picked the napkin and ran out trough the back door of the pub unnoticed and a taxi cab awaited him.

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10 Minutes later inside the pub…..

Tom picked out another cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a match. He smiled as he watched he TV and puffed some smoke into the air. The air started getting stuffy, the men sitting around started to feel unconfortable and also  they hadn’t seen Will return in about twenty minutes. One of them stood up to check the toilet and hurried back, saying words hurriedly into one of them’s ear. They all stood up walking fast into the toilet.Tom immediately dropped some dollar notes under his wine cup and stood up. He wore his hat and whistled out of the pub as he left, filling the air with the smoke from his Cigar. He walked past a zebra crossing and a red telephone booth filled with lined-up customers waiting to place a call ,and  then he got to a Bus-stop. He whistled loudly and a taxi halted beside him painted in yellow and black stripe and an indicator at the top glowing the word "Vacant", he  then entered and  they drove off.
“they are gone!, I thought I told you to watch them idiot!", a white man with a broad chest and a flat-top hairstyle and thick full black beards screamed, he seemed to be the leader of the group. His tone of talking sounded more like an Algerian. He grabbed the man sitting close to the bartender by the collar of his shirt and pinned him to the wall, raising him a little bit  above the ground. ”How the hell are we gonna find them in this immerse city of Glasgow?, and what the hell do you want me to tell boss!?.” he asked furiously with a hard frown on his face.
"please sir, violent activities are not allowed here!” the bartender, a chubby man with a napkin tucked into his black trousers and white shirt said, pointing to an inscription on the wall.
“its fine chubby man, we were about leaving!” the leader replied,trowing the man he held into an empty space between chairs and tables filled with flowers with red petals stucked into vases filled halfway with loamy sand. Some tables also had unfininished glasses of drinks.

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Meanwhile at ABC Broadcasting Company...
She returned from work after having series of meeting with the investors from D and G designers, Ford motors, Hewlett parkard corporation and some other notable companies. ”Veronica you are to have a meeting with our board of directors by 8 and another one with our investors by 11, don't forget you are having a show on Earth degradation II with the Mayor of Aberdeen. I hope you wouldn’t disappoint me?” Mr John Rowlins, the manager of the firm said, walking around his office in his office furnished with a brown long table made from mahogany at the center. Behind the table was a swivel  chair which Mr Hawkins swived from his office table filled with books, documents, pencil sharpener and his black coffee jug to his work station  placed at an angle of the office to which a projector was connected facing a plane wall. Most workers loved Mr John for his delligence and hardworking nature. He was also a jester whrn he needed to calm pressure around.You would always know his presence anytime he is around in the company in the morning by his usual shouting of “good morning sunshines”showing a dimples on both cheeks, his brown eyes would glitter in the room like a spark and  would glow in the florescent light.He had black a hair of which he made in crew-cut making  him look so handsome no matter the wears he put on.There was one thing every one didn’t like about Hawkins. He delegated duties wrongly sometimes and doesn’t care whose nerves he steps on. He believes you are lazy if your department isn’t yielding desired result and would reduce your salary until a change occurs and  also for no reason did he want to find anyone talking to anyone during work hour excepts it was "extremely important”,as he always said.He loved Veronica because she could multi-task and she had the skill of convincing investors to promote and invests into the firm.this is the fouth time ABC broadcasting company was about falling into liquidation, having a ratio 1:1½ since the shares and stock bought are beginning to fall so John was trying to use all it takes to make sure the firm stabilize perfectly and Veronica was a perfect tool.

Veronica got home at 10pm.her house looks so dark since all lights were turned off by her before she left for work. She entered the living room,releasing her shirt from the thight grip of the belt that held it in her skirt. she turned on the light switch and all the lights in the house came on. The cream wall glowed by the reflection of the florescent light and the diamond chandelier droping down graciously above the black three sitter, double sitter and two single sitter palour chairs and a smooth glassy table. A Sofa stood at the a flat tv was placed on the opposide wall above a shelf where she kept movies, music of different genres and memorable video clips.She loved Beyounce –she got her hay-wire, lana del rey-the artiste that got her numb and enya-the artiste the rips her heart from her soul.
Veronica turned on the tv by pressing the red button on the rectangle remote, CNN popped up on the screen with a reporter reading the news about the………she loosened her white shirt and loose the botton down to her abdomen, her white brazier could be seen trough the loosened buttons in her white shirt, showing her popped round  cleavage.

Cooking was one exercise Veronica hated doing, she preferred eating at El Dorado restaurant, some blocks away from her street where snacks, drinks and light meal both local and international are packaged and sold. Due to the wavy thought swimming trough her mind and the stress of the day,she didn't know she had driven past the restaurant and now she was approaching home. It was after she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, that was when she remembered she had taken nothing other than her usual early morning coffee at her office.

She turned on the toaster and inserted two slices of bread and quickly mixed some raw eggs with some spice and put in between. She returned to the sitting room and  turned on the stereo bellow her video player and played Diamonds by Rihanna.She twisted to the song and danced to the music, singing the lyrics like she was Rihanna in a music concert. She was stopped by the noise made by Toaster after the bread was toasted. She turned to the Washing basin to wash out the used utensils she had used in turning the egg and making the toast bread as a whole. The water was cool and subtle as she turned on the tap and  the rushing water splashed into the basin and dashing out drops at Veronica and things around. She reduced the knob and looked through her kitchen window where her garden is with an Orange tree and Broccoli was planted by her gardener demarcated from the road with white pegs forming a fence all around the house.She then kept washing the utensils and deep in thoughts,she imagined if she would ever see Will again. Its been seven days since she saw him and she wondered why he hadn't even call or drop a text for her. She had sent several voice mails last night and he hadn't replied any. "Love at first sight are myths" a friend of hers said when she told her about Will but she knew she couldn't just spend a day without thinking about him.She even mistakenly called her boss John Rowlins Will. "Hope that's the name of one of our investors?", he asked. "Yes sir from Hewlett Packard corporation", she lied.

She squeezed the liquid soap container to add more soap to what she was washing, a golden fluid dropped and made the water more foamy, a shadow moved swiftly through the kitchen window. She initially assumed it was an illusion, probably a moving light caused probably by speeding Taxis. She kept washing, but as she washed she wasn't satisfied and she left what she was doing out of curiosity. She had a feeling she was spyed on.
She picked the napkin on the dinning table and dried her wet hands as she walked towards the main entrance at the front of the house. "Hello" she said and waited for a response. She heard no sound except from the screeches of  a bird in the garden and a long car blaring of it's horn, probably a taxi. She opened the door with a lamp on her second hand and saw no one. At a distance across the fence was a man and his young son, probably he is seven trying to get home in time."Son hurry!, mom's gonna be worried about us" the father said, and the boy ran up to his father and then his father carried him on his neck with a smile on his cheek.They both were dressed in pink pyjamas and seemed to have gone to purchase some few things from the mini-mart down the street. Veronica watched across the fence and adored the fatherly love. She felt she needed to have a baby also but quickly told herself  she need not to be in haste. She continued her search, she pointed the lamp forward and walked as quiet as she could and faster also when necessary. Especially when a creepy sound is made.

She entered the garage, turned round her ash Chevrolet Bolt EV.Veronica frowned, her faced squeezed when she caught the Smell of gasoline. It was the second smell she hated after decayed garbages. She ran out the garage and went round the house still couldn't find anyone.

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. The crickets in the garden made a lot of noise and the leaves on the garden tree made a noise,probably a nesting bird was busy making a home. She returned into the house, closing every door  with double locks and shutting every windows. She went into her room and changed into her nighties. A white pyjamas with pink doves forming dots all over the cloth with red bands on the the wrist of the top and the ankle of the trouser. She returned into the kitchen after making a heavy sigh, picking the two strands of the hair glued to her forehead and moving it to join the others. The kitchen light was turned off. She knew she hadn't turned if off and from the smell she was catching, it seemed the bulb got burnt some minutes ago. She turned on the flashlight on her mobile phone to pick her toast-bread. She turned towards the kitchen door and a heavy hard hit met her on the head, she noticed she suddenlystarted feeling drowsy, her eyes shutting and opening with images getting more blurry. A black cloack covered her eyes. That was the last thing she saw.

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