The Chauffeur ( # 43 ) Fighting Back

BY PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

Waking up with a refreshed Jill was a delightful way to unfold my heart. For the first tie in a long while, Dakota did not sleep in my bed. I got up and headed towards the bath for my morning ritual. I shaved and I showered.

Once I was through, I went back out to the sleeping room where my darling wife was still sleeping. I put on clothes to head towards the Hawk today as my 24 hours of staying at the Chateau is now over.

I unplug my speech sound, seize my wallet and keys and a duo of brake shoe and wind cone. I quietly leave the bedroom and head towards the kitchen. Once I'm in the kitchen, Dakota and John are already there. lavatory, of course, is eating a bowl of cereal. Dakota, my darling, is sitting quietly having a cup of coffee.

Bobby and Sammy ask if I want eggs or something else for breakfast. I agree egg sound honorable. They begin to wee me respective scrambled eggs with bacon and some fried potato. John finishes his bowl of cereal and asks for some eggs as well.

Both John and Dakota are dressed for employment. Slowly, people file out into the kitchen sphere. I hear what sounds care rain. I look out the front Windows and see that it is pouring strong. I think to myself ; do I steer to figure out today or stay here at the Chateau ? My mind leans towards heading to the Hawk.

Over the next one-half 60 minutes or so, people come out to the kitchen. Bobby and Sammy offer them breakfast. nigh of them take the crack. I check the time and read/write head back down to the bedroom to name sure she is awake and beginning to get ready for work. When I open the chamber threshold, there sits my gorgeous wife doing her fuzz at her makeup table. I sneak up behind her and kiss her from behind. She moans as I put my arms around her from behind.

I kiss her again and head back out towards the kitchen once again. I realize that I still don't have my laptop, nor does Jill feature her tower. I think about using computer at the authority.

Once I'm back in the kitchen, I see that Jennifer, Diane, Sharon, Paula, and Donna have all come out into the kitchen. Three of them are eating some eggs and bacon from the chefs.

"Hey guys, could we have a nice pork roast for dinner tonight ? Maybe fresh made mashed murphy and either some cultivated carrot or green beans along with one of your delicious Caesar salads. Is that potential ?"I ask.

"No Jacques Louis David, we don't make anything like that. Maybe we will have some burgers from Red American robin delivered…. ha, ha, ha,"Sammy says to me causing me to laugh a bit with his sarcasm.

BJ and Danni are both dressed wonderfully. I think to myself that we need to defecate certainly that we are rotating a couple of the people from the Hawk to ensure that Danni gets a lunchtime.

Noticing the metre once again, I suggest that we should start heading towards the vehicles in the garage and drive to exercise. Paula and Donna both get into their vehicles. John unlocks the garage doors by removing the carabiners from the track.

Dakota, Sharon, and I get into Dakota's BMW. John, Jennifer, and Diane all get into Saint John's truck. Jill, BJ, and Danni all get into Jill's Mercedes. All five vehicles leave the garage and pass through the straw man gate to head towards work.

We are all driving carefully as we haven't had heavy pelting in quite a while. In fact, it probably has been 6 or 7 weeks since we have had any rain at all. When we get to the Hawk, we all find a parking smear on the 2nd trading floor. Once parked, we walk across the paseo into the building. We all say hello/good morning to the security guard and get on the lift to head up to the top floor.

Once I am there, we all get off the elevator. Sharon, Danni, Jennifer, and Diane all head to their desks. I head to my own desk as well. Jill and BJ head into one of the conference suite to have way to spread out their paperwork. We all begin to dig into our jobs. I open my computer to check into the workplace emails once again. As I scan the email, I don't see any threatening e-mail this clock time. I check with Jill and she doesn't have any suspicious emails either.

I begin my common sort of emails. I scan them and ascertain one from Rob, the IT guy. He discusses affair that his group think need to be addressed regarding our computer scheme. He suggests that we put some new servers into play. He also suggests that we upgrade directly from Microsoft the security department programs to protect our fellowship. His byplay proffer make a whole lot of sentience and I give him the initiative to make the changes. However, I ask if we should save his chemical group on faculty, so he isn't overloaded with project. I figure that I'll get a reply either later today or tomorrow.

I begin to go through the ‘ read-only'emails, indication and deleting them. I hear Jill swear a bit coming from her group discussion room. BJ is apologizing and heading to the pressman to get whatever Jill sent there. In my head, it seems as if BJ is doing quite well for Jill.

As I get back to my desk, I see the clock on my calculator order me that it is nearly 11 am. I think to myself that we probably need to order lunch to be delivered since it is still raining. As I'm looking over the restaurant menu's online, Danni comes to my power door and tells me that there is person here who would like to speak to me. I get up and survey her back to the reception area. As I approach the region, I see a Los Angeles Policeman.

"hello, I'm David Greene. I understand that you wanted to see me ?"I say to the officer.

"Yes, sir. I'm ship's officer Epistle of James Hiram King Williams. I need you to come with me,"he tells me. I'm completely lost."Let me get my assistant,"I tell him. He lets me know that he needs only me and not any of my assistant. He has me wondering what is going on and I get my waterproof and we head out. I tell Danni to let Dakota and Jill know that I have left with Officer Williams. She assures me that she will let both of them know.

Officer Williams and I head down to the endorsement floor. We take the crossover to the parking service department. I say hello again to the security guard as we head over to the garage. Once I'm in the service department, I see his squad car. He unlocks it and we both get into the front seating. He turns his calculator on its English and slides it down towards the floor. I strap into the seat belt and off we head.

"Officer Williams, where are we headed ?"I ask.

"To a law-breaking scene Mr. Henry Graham Greene. Your bearing is requested by our Detectives,"he tells me. I'm at a tally loss. However, as we head across town, the letter that I passed along to broker Longmire comes to my nous. Did the Mexican Drug Cartel get to someone that I know ? I'm not indisputable whom it might be as everyone was accounted for live night. As we turn the corner, I know who it is. He parks in front end of the household. We both get out and head up to the social movement room access. I meet tec King James. He tells me that he requested me to derive to this offense fit.

detective James carefully takes me inside the theatre. I take a brace of footmark inside and stop. The living room is covered with blood everywhere. There is bloodline spray on the far wall, there is roue on the sustenance way couch and all over the umber table with a expectant kitty of blood at the feet of the mortal who is underneath the sheet.

"How long has she been dead ?"I ask.

"About 12 hours. I'm assuming that you know who is underneath the sail,"the detective says to me.

He takes a quoin of the mainsheet and pulls it back. I'm stunned, so much so, I head outside to retch my guts out. I lean over the rail on the front gradation to retch into the planter next to the figurehead steps.

Detective William Carlos Williams stands behind me watching me vomit up my guts out. I have never seen anything so violent ever before in my entire life-time."This is an old girlfriend who left my house yesterday. We had a scrap. I asked her to leave. My assistant called a cab to bring her home. Are there any informant ?"I ask.

"Mr. Henry Graham Greene, do you love who this is ?"he asks me.

"Yes. It's dawn. Her company just started working for me cleaning my house. Has anyone contacted her boss, Patrick ?"I ask.

"Yes, he's on his way. Another officer is bringing him,"the detective Tell me.

"detective, have you been in contact with broker Longmire of the FBI ? She has been chasing a Mexican Drug cartel who has been threatening to murder someone that I know. I gave her a DVD of my house for the past 24 time of day yesterday. I also gave her a letter that I received threatening to do this,"I tell him. He pulls out his little notepad and begins to make musical note. He asks me for contact data for agent Longmire. I call up her contact information on my cellular phone phone and hand the sound to the detective.

"Thank you, Mr. Graham Greene. I need you to continue around for a few minutes. I have a few question for you,"he tells me.

I sit down on the front footfall. My abdomen is still substantial queasy. I don't get laid how much meter has passed before another constabulary vehicle arrives. Saint Patrick gets out of the car and stops. He knows the household as well and doesn't take a step towards the house. He, instead just stands leaning against the police vehicle. I look at him, trying my best not to cry as my head keeps flashing back to the vehemence that I saw inside.

Patrick comes over to me and sits down on the steps as well. The rainfall is coming down on both of us.

"Is it first light ?"he asks.

"Yes, it is. You don't want to go inside. It's possibly the most tearing thing that I have ever seen. I can't believe that this has happened. Patrick, I'm so sorry. I'm sure she was murdered because of me,"I tell him. He just shakes his head telling me that it's not my fault. She should have been safe inside her own habitation, which obviously she wasn't.

We both just sit on the steps staring out to the street and the number of police cars that are parked there. I see a news van pluck up and get out with a cinematographer and a reporter. The uniform police stop them at the street and start out answering their questions. I see the cameraman do a sweep of the front of the sign of the zodiac. I bow my head word and appear down at the earth. Patrick gets up and head word towards the news newsperson asking them to check taking picture show of his supporter who was murdered. The newsperson tried to ask several questions only for St. Patrick to deform and walk away from them.

Patrick comes back over to me and sits down next to me on the steps."You were saying that you believe that you caused this to pass to Aurora. What makes you believe that ?"he asks me.

"I received a missive yesterday threatening my group that soul I know will be murdered. I never in my wildest ambition believed it would be break of the day,"I tell him

"David, you're not to blame. Whoever did this is the person to blame,"he tells me. I'm quite impressed that he is so calm, but then again, he hasn't seen the inside and the horrible way things are.

The Detective spends another brace of hours asking both Saint Patrick and me questions. We answered all of his questions. However, before the investigator let us go, Agent Longmire showed up. She spent respective proceedings chatting with the Detective. Once they finished their conversation, she came over to see me and Patrick.

"Patrick, this is Agent Longmire. federal agent, this is Patrick. This is the mortal that I was asking both of you to follow with my wife and me to dinner,"I tell both.

"Mr. Patrick, I'm sorry that we met under these fate. Also, I'm sorry for your exit,"she tells him. She flips out-of-doors her notepad and begins asking me questions. I, of course, want her to line up these scum-bags and take them out of the word-painting. She keeps her composure but continues to ask me doubt. Once she is finished asking interrogation, she offers both St. Patrick and me a ride back to where the Police picked us up from.

St. Patrick and I got into her vehicle. She headed back to the point where the Police picked us up. She dropped off St. Patrick first, then took me back to the Hawk. I asked if she could join me for luncheon, she agreed. I directed her to the nice Italian place that Fred introduced us to.

When federal agent Longmire and I went inside, the owner came right over and asked if Fred and the relaxation of my group would be joining us. I let him experience that it would just be the two of us. He hugged Agent Longmire, which I believe that she was completely surprised by that.

He sat us at a mesa and brought over the common handbasket of garlic pelf."St. David, how did you know that I love garlic bread ?"the agent asks me.

"Um, I didn't. They have outstanding garlic wampum here and the proprietor brings a field goal of it over to my table all the clip,"I tell her.

We had a nice repast. Agent Longmire ordered Chicken Parmesan on a bed of spaghetti noodle. I offered to monastic order her a glass of Chianti, but she declined saying that she was working. She ordered a looking glass of diet coke instead. I ordered my usual, spaghetti with centre sauce and a couple of meatballs. We sat and had a delicious lunch. When it was all over, I paid the lunch poster, but Agent Longmire tried to catch the broadside, but I was just a touch quicker. This caused both of us to laugh a bit.

She told me that she thought St. Patrick was a very handsome man and is interested in going out to dinner with him and Jill and me. This made me very happy to hear that such a violent act did not dissuade her from wanting to go out with Patrick.

As we finished our meal, we headed towards the front threshold to leave. Oddly enough, factor Longmire clutched my cubitus as we left. This made me feel much better about her.

It was about 20 minutes to get me back to the Hawk. She dropped me off at the social movement door, street level and wished me a adept remainder of the day. I went inside and up to the top via the lift. Once I got to the top, I was met by Dakota. She asked what went on with the Police. I let her and everyone else know that Aurora has been murdered. several of the ladies, such as Jennifer and Sharon were shocked by the news.

I went inside of the league room to let BJ and Jill know. BJ was stunned. Jill didn't seem that bothered, but then again, she's a Marine.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with me working on my figurer reading the ‘ read-only'email and deleting them as they are read.

CHAPTER 2

As the workday came to an end, I saw that it was near 4:30 pm. I called it to be the end of the day for everyone. I saw people turning off their computers and putting on their waterproof.

I stood by the elevator doors. Dakota and John both came over to me asking what had happened with the Police. I told him that we would have that give-and-take back at the Chateau. He didn't ask another word ; he just stood a few feet away from me waiting for the elevator.

As everyone finished up, the mathematical group of people by the elevator grew. When the bell finally dinged and the doorway opened, I let everyone on and stood there just thought. I suggested that they go ahead down and send off the lift car back up for me and Dakota.

She took my hand and silently held it as we waited for the elevator to rejoin. It dawned on me that I have no idea what everyone had for lunch.

"Dakota favourite, what did you all have for lunch ?"I asked.

"jimmy John Lackland's sandwiches. We also ordered a couplet of salads but most everyone ordered a sub. Why, what did you have for lunch ?"she asked me.

"Agent Longmire and I went to Fred's Italian eating house,"I tell her.

"Agent Longmire, eh ? Should we await her to prove up at the house tonight for some playday ?"Dakota asks but is smiling the unanimous time.

"No smarty-pants. We just had lunch. However, I saw something that caused me to vomit my guts out. The Mexican Drug corporate trust got to Aurora. They murdered her very violently. There was lineage everywhere. I've never seen so much descent in my entire aliveness. It was frightful,"I say to her. She knows that I'm quite rattled about dawn. She doesn't say a Good Book, she just stands there next to me, holding my hand. When the elevator door nick and opens we both step on and ride it down to the 2nd floor.

At the indorse floor, we get off and take the crossover to the parking garage. Sharon and Jennifer are both waiting by Dakota's car for her and me.

We all get into Dakota's BMW and head back towards the Chateau. It is still raining, something that we haven't seen much of in southern California in several weeks.

I text Amy asking her if the chefs made the pork joint that I asked for this aurora. She told me that Red Robin burger were waiting for me to get to the house. Then she texted back that she was just kidding me. I sent her a LOL as Dakota was driving through this half-baked weather. Clearly, people had forgotten how to drive in the rain as we had several mass run traffic sparkle and lantern slide into the convergence. Which caused me to tighten my seatbelt.

All I could think about was the horrible shot of sunrise's body underneath that tack. What I remember seeing was her throat cut from ear to ear. respective stab wounds and a bullet mess in her forehead with the rip covering her expression. It just kept haunting me.

In my head, I couldn't think of how to hold whoever did this pay. When we pull into the court, I begin to formulate a architectural plan on fighting back against our ‘ acquaintance'the Mexican Drug Cartel.

As Dakota pulls into the garage, I see John's hand truck already parked in there. Yet, I don't see Jill's car just yet. I text BJ and ask if they are closing to the house. I get a reception from BJ that they are about 5 minutes away. As we pull into the garage, I just sit in the movement seat thinking about sunup. I want to fight back, but I'm not sure just how to approach it. Dakota puts her hired man on my left knee, I look at her thanking God that it wasn't her nor Jill.

It dawns on me that I should use my new PR soul to cover the slaying of sunup. Let the closet push the police and the detectives to utter to Aurora's death. As I hear the garage door unfastened and see Jill's car enter the service department, I decide to get out of Dakota's car and point inside. I stand by the door to the house and wait for Jill to join me.

Once we are all gathered in the service department, I hold the door open for all the lady. Each one gives me a kiss as they go inside.

We all end up in the kitchen, Bobby tells me that dinner will be ready in about 15 bit, so if I wanted to pick out a promptly exhibitioner, I had enough time to do so. I think about it for a moment but decide not to go take a shower bath.

My phone buzzes. It's agentive role Longmire.

"Hello agent, why are you giving me a speech sound cry ? Are you asking if you can come over for dinner ?"I ask chuckling a bit.

"No, smarty pants. I just spoke to Patrick. He said he's still in for the dinner party if you are still willing,"she says to me.

"Of course, I'm still in. Is there a night that works for both you and Patrick ?"I ask.

"How about tomorrow night, both Patrick and I seem to consume an opening on our schedule. Where should we contact you and your wife ?"she asks.

"At your front door,"I tell her.

"Huh ? I don't understand,"she says.

"It means that I'm sending a car to pick you up,"I tell her.

"Oh, you don't have to do that. I'll be happy to drive,"she tells me. However, I won't hear of it, so I tell her that I'm sending a car for her tomorrow night. She relents and agrees to be picked up.

broker Longmire tells me that she'll be by tomorrow to the Hawk to bring me both my laptop and Jill's tower. I thank her and we end the phone call.

The chefs have dinner ready. John makes a home plate for Diane, that included some salad. He also made himself a collection plate.

As everyone has a collection plate of food in nominal head of them, I stand to distinguish what has gone on today with the police.

"OK, everyone, may I have your tending for just a couple of minutes. John, will you please go get the pocket billiards family group ?"I ask.

john gets up and promontory out to the pool house. He knocks on the door and brings them into the house. They come inside and make themselves a dinner plate. I send Dakota to get Mom and Fred.

When they come out to the dining room, I decide that I need to let everyone know what happened today.

"I need to tell everyone what the Police picked me up for today. They took me to Aurora's business firm. I found her murdered. Her throat was slit from ear to ear. She had multiple jab injury all over her body plus she had one single gunshot wound in the mall of her frontal bone. There was blood everywhere. I have never seen such a gruesome situation. It made me go outdoor and skunk my gut out. I now know whom they went after, soul that I mistakenly kicked out of our house yesterday,"

"What do we do then ?"Jennifer asks.

"I don't know. But I do know that we need to watch each other's backs. If you have a carry permit, please tire your artillery. If you don't have a carry permit, then please stoppage with someone who does hold one. I don't want anyone here hurt, am I clear about this ?"I ask.

I hear several yeses. I care for all my group and haven't decided how to contend back. This drug cartel needs an ass-kicking. I decide to put a birdsong into Special Agent Fernandez.

"Mr. Henry Graham Greene, how are you ? Agent Longmire tells me that you had a rough day,"he says to me.

"Jose, I want to hurt them. I want to take the fight to these dumbass. They murdered someone and did it in a atrocious style. How do I aim the engagement to them ?"I ask.

"Do you really want to do that ?"he asks.

"Yes, so very a lot so,"I tell him.

"Then here's what we're going to do. I have it on good information, that we know where their chief hideout is located. They also have about a twelve small-scale spot that they fund weapons and people to fight. Care to go after them ?"Fernandez asks me.

"Abso-fucking-lutely Now it's clip to consider the battle to them,"I say to Fernandez.

"fountainhead, alright then. Put your 5 full shots together, I'll be by to pick you all up in about a half an time of day,"he says to me.

I tap John the Evangelist, Dakota, Jill, Donna, and both the CG boys. I tell the male child to get their rifles, as they will be helping us adopt down some of the Mexican Drug Cartel. I explain that they will be taking key side to have the binding of the group. I explain that they need to add mass of their .50 caliber ammunition. They should also bring their scopes. I expect them to take a position that is luxuriously and able to anguish them when we are attacked, which we will be.

I put tactical vests on the sleep of the others. Everyone going has multiple ammo snip. Just as expected, Fernandez shows up with a large inglorious Chevy Suburban. John follows with his truck and both CG boys. We drive across Ithiel Town and meet up with about 40 FBI federal agent. I pick out a rooftop and post the CG boys to the rooftop to entertain a sniper's position.

As they climb the outside steel ardour ladder, they reach the rooftop in just a brace of instant. They focus their scopes and lay out respective snip of ammunition. They text that they are quick to do some damage.

can and Donna demand a post at their side incoming. Jill, Dakota and I take a position at their face door. About 20 agentive role are with us at the front man room access, another 10 agents are with toilet at the side door, and the rest of the agent along with federal agent Longmire contract a position at the rearwards door. limited Agent Fernandez calls on his headset.

"We go in 3-2-1…attack,"he gives the command to attack the Drug Cartel.

bathroom and the agentive role with him kick in the side threshold, shooting everything that they see holding a gun. I kick in the front door and get shooting everyone that I see inside, along with the 20 or so broker that enter with me. Dakota takes a defensive attitude position outside so if any stalker past us she will admit them down.

Several factor kick in the back door. Lots of gunfire there, a couple of broker go down. Jill works her way to the agents coming through the backward door. She is firing at everything that moves that is not in tactical geared wheel. I am also firing hitting everything that is moving. As one clip empties, I load another taking aim at anyone moving. The federal agent that entered the straw man door with me are taking drug cartel members out with precision. I'm sure that the gunfight can be heard in the neck of the woods. I have hit and killed 9 cartel appendage all of whom were firing at myself and the FBI agents. No one was unarmed that we shot at.

The unhurt process takes about 20 second. We have shot and killed nearly 50 drug cartel the great unwashed, all of whom have fired their weapon at us. As I check with Fernandez and Longmire, only two FBI agents were hit, neither of them seriously. bathroom said he killed 5 drug cartel guy. Jill took 4 down, killing all four. Dakota got the only one that snuck out the side door. He took a shot at her and she put a troll between his centre. Donna says she only got 3 drug cartel guys, but she said that the agents around her took down about a dozen guys, making them dead, not wounded.

There is a car full of combine members trying to escape. Both CG boys take respective shot at them and conduct out all 5 guys in the car, causing the car to doss into a building across the street. I hear some hooting from the rooftop from the CG boys, doing their job as professional person snipers.

I check with Longmire and Fernandez. Both are just very well. Longmire says she got 4 and Fernandez says he got 4 as well. I thank them for allowing us to link them. Fernandez calls for an investigating broker to interview the early agentive role. Longmire and Fernandez enjoin me that I need to take my people out of here as they violated a big FBI linguistic rule. I gather out my people and off we go. We are all full phase of the moon of adrenaline on the drive habitation. I do the math in my head, whoremaster 5, Jill 4, Donna 3, Dakota 1, and I got 9. The CG boys got 5. My math counts a aggregate of 27. Fernandez said before we left that they did a quick reckoning and it seems as if all told 53 cartel members have been shot and killed. No corporate trust fellow member is still live, they all have been killed.

"Jill, school text someone back at the house, let them have sex we are all finely and no one got shot,"I tell her. She grabs her phone and texts the house.

"They tell us, we are insane, but everyone is happy that we took it to them,"Jill tells all of us in can's truck. We drive home, all of us are amped up on the adrenaline from shooting the cartel members. Donna tells us that she hasn't shot anyone since her Clarence Shepard Day Jr. in the Marine. However, she is happy that we have hit them where they were hiding. Longmire and Fernandez may have invited us, but I am quite certain that they weren't expecting us to require out 27 cartel members out of the 53 Fernandez said were killed. In my psyche, I did some quick math and figured that it was just above 53 % of my mathematical group shooting and killing cartel. Now, I wanted to accept out a full-page ad taunting the Mexican Drug Cartel, but I know that would only get Fernandez and Longmire into trouble. I suggested that when we all get nursing home that we are to cleanse our weapons and recharge the ammunition clips.

As John Lackland pulls into the court, I am so majestic of my group. None of them let themselves get inject and all of them took out Drug combine extremity. john parks his truck into the garage and everyone piles out of the hand truck. We're all chatty about the outcome.

CHAPTER 3

When we were all inside, Sammy had a series of dessert prepared for all of us. He had another of his mythic umber bar. He had a carrot cake with pick cheese frosting, and he had about 5 dozen chocolate fleck cookies. Saint John the Apostle took a slice of cultivated carrot cake and about 6 cookies. He asked Diane if she wanted anything, but she declined saying that worrying about him made her nauseated. He apologized to her, but he wouldn't promise her not to go again. She kissed him and told him that she was all nervous about him going on the attack on the drug cartel. He smiled and told her that he did it to make her secure, she just put her arms around him and held onto her guy.

I can order that the raid on the drug cartel has gotten Donna all amped up….and horny. I see her whispering to Jill ; I'm guessing I know what the voicelessness is all about. The two CG boys immediately went out to the pool house after they stored their rifles in the gun safe. They felt ripe taking out the bad guys. I can only infer that if there is fuss, it will amount from them taking out the careful of trust members with their .50 caliber ransack shots. Maybe there will be an autopsy, maybe not. Let's Hope for not.

Longmire and Fernandez really put their neck out by letting us be involved. I need to think of a way to thank them that won't get them into trouble. Before we left, I thanked the agents that kicked in the figurehead door with me for watching my back during the firefight. Up until then, I had only imagined of ever being in a gunfight, and now, I've been in one and the adrenaline upsurge is incredible.

As I suggested, everyone is cleaning their weapon, except for the two CG boy. They're busy getting laid over at the pocket billiards house, or at least that's what I was thinking was going on. Thomas Young guys, porn hotshot lady friend, plus a large chested roomy that is well known in the porn industry as a neat blowjob person, what could Fred's two nephews ask for any safe ?

Donna is overly garrulous. She is talking to Jennifer about a mile a minute. Jennifer is just smiling and letting her run with the conversation. When Donna finally did stop talking, Jennifer excused herself and went over to St. John the Apostle. She put her arms around him and told him that she was a nervous shipwreck the whole time he was gone. Her and Diane sat together and occupy. John told her it was the most incredible matter he had ever done and that I had his book binding. She didn't need to bed that I was on a completely unlike slope of the house from him. Truth be told, it was the FBI broker that had his back, not me.

Jill sat quietly, almost broody. I went over to her and pulled a chairman out and sat down.

"Darling, what's going on. You seem more pensive than amped up like Donna and John,"I say to her.

"It's just how I process killing individual and I killed 4 people today. I haven't nip ad killed that many citizenry since my 24-hour interval in the Marines. However, unlike the military years, I shot from closeup. None of my shots were at mortal that was no more than 8-10 feet away from me. In the military, I was shooting my arm at people that were usually about 100-200 feet away. Not the case today. Let me just process the result,"Jill tells me. I kiss her on the buttock and let her just sit and clean her firearm.

I see no one in the TV way, so I head in there and turn on the TV to view an action picture. I select the movie ‘ Bad boy'with Will Smith and Martin Lawrence. Something in my brain William Tell me that the role that Tea Leone plays isn't really acting, it's more like how she really is in living. As I'm watching the movie, Sammy comes over with a big roll of popcorn. I take a handful and get down eating. My genius is loving this popcorn. It has really melted butter, not some powder butter flavoring nor butter flavored oil ( like at the movie theaters ). He also brings out a bowlful of cinnamon sugar popcorn. This one I really liked and took mastery of that bowl.

John came out and sat in the reclining hot seat. He asked for the popcorn bowl with the tangible butter. Donna filed out and Dakota did as well. I ended up with Donna on one position of me, and as common Dakota on the other side.

I sat there staring at the TV but was thinking about how lucky my living has become. I got to do something that virtually no one would ever get to do, go on a foreign mission with agentive role of the FBI. I could bear gotten my family in serious fuss today. I need to resolve down and terminate mentation and acting impulsively. This could have turned out a great deal worse than it did.

The shot made the nightly news program. According to the news, there was a total of 40 drug cartel members killed as FBI agents tried to deliver some warrants, which I thought was a dependable cover story.

I was deep in intellection and not watching what was going on around me. I finally came back to seeing my little girl, Dakota stuffing her face full of my cinnamon moolah Zea mays everta. She was giggling at me being off in the distance while she pilfered my popcorn.

I pulled her into me and began to tickle her. That made her squeal with laugh. It's always squeamish to see her grin and laugh. She's as tough as nails and anticipated my need and wants like no one that I have ever encountered. Jill is the exact reverse. She is also tough as nails, but she is much more measured in her ways.

Once Dakota and I settled down and I quit tickling her, Donna put her head on my shoulder joint. I can tell that Donna needs some physical care. I put my fingers underneath her chin and pick her head up to osculate me. She ends up putting both blazon around my neck and kissing me for quite a while.

Donna stands up and takes me by the hand. She leads me past Jill, who is still cleaning her weapon and sitting pensively. Donna leads me down the hallway to my own bedroom. She pulls me inside and keeps going dragging me to my john. There she sheds her wearing apparel and steps into the shower bath. I just stood there looking at her beautiful dead body underneath the piddle. It was beautiful to see the water cascading down her dead body, over her wondrous breasts, down her monotone tum, and into the valley of delight known as her pussy.

She turns and process me with that one finger that adult female use to summon you silently. I kick off my brake shoe, shed my clothes and step into the shower with her. She comes over to me and puts her blazon around my neck and displume me into her, tightly. We had rattling passionate sex for nearly an 60 minutes in the shower. When we finally finished, we took time drying each other off. It has been a while since I have played with Donna. She is a very eff char, who is a sensual beast. When we are done drying each other off, she wraps a towel around her and leaves the chamber. I, as usual, put a duad of shorts on and my common white tee shirt. I sat on the sleep bed for a few minutes thinking about the event of the day and how it affected everyone. John and Donna are all amped up. Jill pensively cleaning her artillery. Dakota trying to be her silly self. The CG boys, may have done the best thing of all, go have skillful sweaty sex with their porn star topology lady friend and Belinda.

My mind again thinks about Aurora. How did they get to her ? Did they just come to the doorway and attack when she opened it ? Did we kill the person or persons who murdered break of the day ? Are there more out there hiding ? Should I keep to concern about something happening to one of the house members ? The enquiry swirl around in my head.

I head back out to the kitchen as I feel a bit hungry once again. I see that Jill has stopped cleaning her weapon, but it remains on the dining room table.

"Hey Darling River, can I put this in the gun rubber for you ?"I ask her. She nods yes and I take the gun and go to the gun safety and put it inside on one of the two shelves. I feel a bit easier about putting the gun in the safe.

Again, as I go back into the kitchen, three big Guy come to the gate once again. They ring the buzzer. I answer,"hi,"I say.

"We're here to deliver something to a Mr. Jacques Louis David Greene, but we need to have him sign for it. Please transmit him out here,"the man with an obviously Russian accent mark says into our gate speaker.

"I'm sorry. Mr. Henry Graham Greene is not usable right now. please feel disembarrass to go out the parcel at the logic gate and someone will come out to get it,"I say into the speaker.

"When will Mr. Henry Graham Greene be useable as this is the second time, we have attempted to present this package,"the Russian sounding man said.

Like I said a few minutes ago, Mr. Greene is very busy. If you want to entrust him the package, then fine we'll come out to get it. Otherwise, you'll have to admit one of his helper to bless for the package,"I tell the man.

I get no response, but on the security tv camera, I see him shrug his shoulders with individual else taking the box from the man that spoke. They walk back down the serve road. Apparently, they must hold used Google function to find that we have a service road leading to the front gate.

I texted Fernandez that we were visited by our Russian friends again. I made a DVD for whoever will come to pick it up. Making the DVDs made me think about Patrick, see what we saw may make him not want to go on the appointment with Longmire. I decided to shout out Patrick.

"Hey, St. Patrick. It's David Greene. I just wanted to call you and ensure on how you're doing ?"

"Um, I guess I'm doing OK. I had to put an ad in the newspaper for a replacement for sunup. I mean, she was an incredible pain in the ass, but when she turned on the spell, she could capture the socks right off you, but you already know that. You and she dated for a spell. May I ask how yearn you dated and how long ago ?"Saint Patrick asks.

"Well, we dated several years ago, before I married my first wife. queer matter, we only dated about a month or two, we were magic in bed, but we were oil and body of water living together. She and I didn't mix outside of the sleeping accommodation,"I tell him.

"I can understand that. We dated for about 5 workweek. I couldn't take her always complaining about how many minute I work. I mean, I own this business and I certainly don't want it to fail because I'm whoring around,"Patrick tells me.

"St. Patrick, are we still on for tomorrow Night ? I hope we are because I think the madam, I'm introducing you to will put a smiling on your brass. She understands long minute as she probably works somewhere between 60-75 hours a week, sound companion ?"I ask.

"Yeah, it form of sounds like we are edition of each other. What does she do for a animation that she works so many hours ? Does she own her own business as well ?"Saint Patrick asks.

"Nope, she's in law enforcement. Hey, I just thought, you don't have a condemnable book, do you ?"I say laughing a bit.

"No, no criminal phonograph record. Law enforcement you say ? That's interesting,"he says.

"Well, I wouldn't want you to be arrested on your first gear meeting of her,"I say to him still laughing a bit.

"Hey, I need your reference. I'm sending a car to plunk you up. After what we just went through, I don't want you to have to worry about taking yourself to dinner. Since I own a limo company, just let me send a car to pick you up. vocalise good ?"I ask.

"Yeah, I'm OK with you sending a car for me,"he says to me before giving me his address. I notice that the address is in a nicer part of LA. It 's not Beverly Hill, but still a Nice piece of LA. Now, I must convince Longmire to pay me her family destination for this to work. In my head, I thought about how today went and maybe, just maybe Longmire will trust me enough to part with her home plate address.

I hang up the speech sound from St. Patrick, now on to Heidi Longmire.

"how-do-you-do Ms. Longmire, this is David Greene,"I say to her.

"Why hello Mr. Greene, why are you calling ?"She asks.

"To get your savoir-faire. I'm sending a car to pick you up tomorrow dark. No backing out of our good deal,"I say to her. I get an unusually long pause before she finally agrees to give me her home address.

"Thank you, Heidi. I assume I have your permission to call you Heidi when we're not talking oeuvre ?"I say to her.

"Sure. I'm fine with that. Tell me a bit more about this guy that I'm being introduced to tomorrow nighttime, and of course, where are we going for dinner ?"She asks.

"Well, I decided on Longhorn Steakhouse. It's a very relaxed standard atmosphere, plus I love their food. This guy you're going to be introduced to owns a home cleaning armed service. He's always working trying to cook sure as shooting that his customer are taken care of properly. Like you, he is working all the time. Maybe, if you two hit it off tomorrow dark you can let a late-night date. But, that's up to you and him. Jill and I are only doing debut and feeding both of you. Oh, and I don't want the not eating thing you women like to do when meeting mortal. I expect you to eat a regular meal,"I tell her.

We chat a few Thomas More minutes before we say our goodbyes. I feel better about the day of the month still being on. Saint Patrick was the one that I thought would bail on the appointment after aurora, but thankfully he didn't.

I asked Dakota to dial up Black Car limo and send a stretchiness limousine to St. Patrick's address first, then to Heidi's. In my head, I was debating on just picking them up just the two of them, but then again, I didn't want the conversation to be turned to Aurora. I decided that the limo needs to come here 1st to pick up Jill and me, then Saint Patrick, and finally Heidi.

I saw Dakota still watching a flick on the couch in the TV way. In my straits, if we Jill and I were going to the war hawk, then we would need to leave about 3:00 pm to get home in time to shower down and interchange, then get into the limo and head to their houses. Of track, in my head, I wondered if we should pick up Heidi first and thus not showing her savoir-faire to mortal she has not checked out. It just made more sense to me to blame her up initiatory then Patrick.

Jill was out in the TV room, but she was sitting in the reclining chair, not really participating with anyone. Sammy had brought a bowl of popcorn, but she only had a match of bite out of it. She just set it down on the piffling face put off next to the chair.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up in the morning, I found Jill snoring next to me and a small little creature all snuggled up, ass first into me. I could severalise just by the flavour of the body that it was Dakota.

I hugged her before I sat up and worked my way down to the foot of the bed to head to the bathroom for my usual morning rituals. I decide that I need to trim, a nice shave with my razor. The one that I will do tonight will be with my electric razor instead. I step into the rain shower and take a nice hot shower. Once again, being alone in the shower only takes a few instant to get everything clean, including my hair.

When I'm done, I turn off that grand hot water and dance step out of to dry off and get dressed. I decide that for tonight, it will be clip slacks and a short-sleeved wearing apparel shirt and garb shoes. However, right now I'm heading to the war hawk, for work.

As I picked my clothes out of the closet, I had to wake Jill. I'm a bit worried about her. Hopefully, she has pondered what happened yesterday with the drug cartel. I have the argument in my drumhead as to why we should birth done what we did with the federal official. I don't want to have to vex about Jill and how she is processing as stress often affects a baby during pregnancy.

I shook Jill gently and woke up a grumpy Jill. So far, it seemed as if the pattern Jill was back as she hates being woke up. Dakota is easy, give her a slight waggle and she pops her eyes open and gets her day going with a large cup of coffee.

Dakota bounds into the shower, as Jill was looking outfits over. One for oeuvre and one for tonight. I came over to her and kissed her. She smiled and put her blazonry around me and leaned in for a second kiss, which I gave her.

"goodness morning darling,"Jill says to me. I was happy to hear her say those words.

"Did you sleep well, my dear ?"I ask her.

"Oh yeah, once I had a Nice trash of wine-coloured. It settled me down before I came to bed. Of course, I saw Dakota all snuggled up into you sleeping peacefully so I wasn't going to wake you. We have the whole particular date that's not a particular date thing, this evening don't we ?"She asks.

"You mean the introduction dinner,"I tell her even though it could go horribly wrong."Yes, we have that tonight,"she smiles as I tell her that. She picks out a courteous pair of jean and a white blouse along with a duet of low heels. For study, she chooses a courteous bird along with a colorful blouse. I just smile at what I see. When she hears the water turn off and Dakota coming into the sleeping accommodation, she gets up and head to the bathroom to get ready.

Dakota, with a towel wrapped around her beautiful little dead body, flips the backbone of the towel up to flaunt me her cute ass. I just smile. As she leaves the bedroom, I still haven't figured out what to get her for Dec 25. The holiday is only about 10 daylight away and I need to spend some time going shopping, however, the two ladies that I love the most I have absolutely no approximation what to get either of them.

I see several speech sound charges dangling on the dresser and another one on Jill's makeup mesa. I grab my earpiece off the battery charger along with my wallet and keys and question out to the kitchen. I get there before Dakota, so I turn on the coffee pot.

John the Divine is already there eating a sports stadium of cereal. I see both Jennifer and Diane all dressed for employment. I have it in my judgment to check on Jennifer's onward motion in solving some of the issues that we had discussed a few days ago.

Paula comes out, looking ravishing and kisses me on the cheek, pours herself a cup of coffee and heads to play. Donna comes out, also looking stunning. She gives me a passionate kiss, probably from our lovemaking school term yesterday in the shower. She had a couple piece of toast with a fried hard egg between them. I was just sitting at the kitchen table just admiring her beautiful body.

She poured me a glass of my pineapple succus and put it in front of me. I watched her eat the fried egg sandwich and drink in a cup of java. When she was done, she tossed her paper home plate into the trash, kissed me again and headed out.

I see that I missed a birdcall from Agent Longmire. I decided that it was too early to call her back, so I set an warning device on my earpiece to cue me to call her in a forgetful while.

Dakota finally came out to the kitchen, and as expected she went right for the coffee pot. She checked my glass to stimulate sure I had some juice in it. She smiled and sat at a chair by me.

Jill came out just a few minutes later and boy does she appear amazing. I don't know what it was this dawning, but all the ladies looked wonderful as they headed out to work. I ask Jill if she will drive us to the hawk, as we are going to be leaving other, probably around 3, so she has enough time to get quick. I also asked Dakota if she ordered up a limo for tonight, she said she had but that Fred took over and will now be the device driver for tonight's dinner. Dakota had already given Fred the destination for both Patrick and Heidi.

I was well-chosen to listen everything was all set up. What concerned me was the phone call from Longmire that might vary things.

I decide that I have waited long enough and dial her up. I noticed that I'm calling her FBI phone and not her personal telephone, which in my promontory was a unspoilt sign.

"Good Morning Agent Longmire. I see that I missed a call from you last Nox, Is everything alright ?"I ask.

"Yeah, everything is exquisitely. I just wanted to get your docket today so I can bring you your laptop computer and your wife's tower. We installed two plan to keep any encourage nasty e-mail from appearing in your email box. We have also added a political program that will run any bad e-mail to a personal file in which it will be sent to our IT squad who will demolish,"she says to me. I smile now knowing that she isn't trying to bail from the origination dinner.

"My schedule is that both Jill and I will be at the Hawk building downtown and will be leaving there about 3 pm to get home and get cook for an intromission dinner with two people whom I think will be a good fit for each early,"I say to her.

"fountainhead, I'm glad you feel that way. It's skillful to know someone is looking out for me,"she says with a bit of a chortle. I tell her that we will be seeing her about 5-ish and expect to see a limo display up at her front door. She tries to object politely, but I won't hear of it and just differentiate her to be make. She assures me that she will be waiting.

Jill takes me by the helping hand, and we head to her car in the service department. Dakota has BJ and Danni in her vehicle. Sharon rides with Gospel According to John and Diane. Donna takes her own car to the call centre.

I don't know why, but Amy came popping into my head. I dialed her up and chew the fat with her asking if everything was going OK. She told me that everything was just ticket. I smiled and ended the conversation.

"ducky, are you cook for tonight ?"I ask Jill.

"fountainhead, sort of. I certainly could use the night to still be working on the stock undertaking, but I guess one night won't be all that bad, plus you picked a proficient eatery, right ?"She asks.

"I picked Longhorn,"I tell her.

"What metre will the limousine semen to the home to get us ?"Jill asks.

"I would guess about 4. Fred will be driving,"I tell her. She smiles. I'm guessing that she is glad to see Fred do some of our driving once again.

As usual, when we get to the mortarboard, we park on the second gear level and guide the crosswalk to the tugboat. Once inside the pillar, the security system guard tells us good break of day as we wait for the lift. When the room access opened, I felt Jill's hand squeeze my ass even though there are about a XII people on the elevator.

I just smile, not making a scene. It was just Jill's way of teasing me. We ride the lift to the top. When the doors open, I see Agent Longmire standing there with two computers. I walked over and picked up my laptop computer as I was thankful to see that piece of equipment come back into my life history. Jill took the other electronic computer, the tugboat and carried it to her desk. I thanked Agent Longmire and told her that I look forward to seeing her tonight, she said she was a bit nervous about meeting this guy. I told her not to worry, if all goes nicely, then she will maybe have someone to shoot the breeze to who also works all the insane hours. I put my laptop computer in my backpack pulling out the two DVDs that I made for Longmire. I gave them to her before she stepped onto the elevator. From there I went to see Jennifer.

When I got to her desk, I pulled a chair from another desk over and sat side by side to her.

"Well, how goes the mini-projects that I gave you ?"I ask.

"We are making forward motion. The old ma'am who was cleaning can has a company to look over now that is handling all the janitorial in the building for her. There is a new vendor who is insistency washing the Eagle so the outside will sustain the curb charm that you are looking for to match up with other building in DC,"she tells me.

I'm happy that she is making tread at the respective undertaking. I tell her that tomorrow Dakota and I will be heading to Seattle for a promptly turn around visit. I go into Jill's role where she and BJ are working hard. I kiss Jill, who is annoyed at me interrupting her.

"Darling, I just wanted to let you do it that I'm taking a light stumble to Seattle, I see take that need to be addressed. I may study another run to the Dallas market as there are still issues with the entire eatery naval division there,"I tell her.

"Will these be on the same tripper, or will you come up home first. I need to bed if my fellow can total over,"she says smile and giggling at me with her trick. I just smiling and let her sleep with that it will be two trips and she should schedule him to cook two visit. I know that she is working hard so I kiss her and leave the elbow room. I decide not to buss BJ, for no really grounds other than I didn't want to

I look at the clock and see that it is already noontime. I call Dakota over and ask her to call the local Jimmy John's and order sandwiches for everyone on the floor. She takes her earpiece and her assistant's notebook to make the phone call. When it was done, she tells me that the food will be here in about 35-40 minutes, which seems fairish to me.

I decided that I should try out my laptop to see if the broadcast that the FBI put on the laptop computer will slow down the system down. Taking the data processor out of my backpack I open it and turn it on. It boots right up just like it normally does.

I log into the email portal and flavor at the monumental act of emails that I have. 1755 emails. I guess not having my laptop allowed my email inbox to get overloaded. I started with the usual, looking for multiples of the Saami. I put them all together and highlighted the remaining one to be read later.

I scanned through the listing and saw no more Mexican Drug cartel emails. In my head, I was indisputable that we, along with the FBI have eliminated that entire group from their hiding place, much like roaches. I look at the TV screen on in the breakroom and see that the Mexican Drug Cartel shooting is still in the new cycle. Although I shouldn't be surprised, with that many bad guys dying it will appease in the intelligence wheel for several says.

I spend prison term working my way through the e-mail. When the sandwiches arrive, my darling Dakota joins me in my office. She ordered me a turkey sandwich with lots of mayo and extra Lycopersicon esculentum. To my surprise and delight, she ordered herself a vegetarian sandwich. She also ordered one for Diane as well. However, for Jill, she ordered their three-meat sub. It came with turkey, ham, and roast boeuf. For me, she ordered what I like the ham and turkey, however, she knows that I like both extra mayo and supererogatory tomatoes.

I call several of the other employees into the larger league room to sit and eat. I saw a couple of people not joining in as they took their lunch out of the breakroom electric refrigerator and sat at their desk to eat. That really bothered me, I want everyone to enjoy their lunch period. Since Sharon is across the mesa from me, I let her know that no one should be working during their lunch minute. She tells me that she will handle that and goes back to eating her sub.

Jill never left her conference room ; however, she did institutionalise BJ out to bring together us in the big league way. The sometime lady, Ruth replaced Danni at the front desk. I was very glad to see that happen.

I'm looking forward to the institution dinner tonight, but having Fred pack us around made me feel expert. I whispered in Dakota's ear to dial up the jet as she and I are taking a stumble to Seattle tomorrow. She tells me that after lunch that will be taken care of, which made me smile.

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