The Chauffeur ( # 43 ) Fighting Back

BY PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Waking up with a refreshed Jill was a delicious way to give my eyes. For the first tie in a hanker while, Dakota did not slumber in my bed. I got up and headed towards the bathroom for my first light ritual. I shaved and I showered.

Once I was through, I went back out to the bedroom 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 phone, grab my wallet and keys and a pair of shoes and socks. I quietly leave the bedroom and head towards the kitchen. Once I'm in the kitchen, Dakota and John are already there. John, of course, is eating a bowl of grain. 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 eggs sound honest. They begin to construct me respective scrambled eggs with Francis Bacon and some fried murphy. John finishes his bowl of grain and asks for some testis as well.

Both St. John and Dakota are dressed for oeuvre. 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 arduous. I think to myself ; do I steer to work today or stay here at the Chateau ? My intellect leans towards heading to the Hawk.

Over the next half hour or so, people come out to the kitchen. Bobby and Sammy offer them breakfast. Most of them take the pass. I check the time and head back down to the sleeping room to make sure she is awake and beginning to get gear up for work. When I open the sleeping room door, there sits my gorgeous wife doing her hair at her constitution table. I sneak up behind her and kiss her from tush. She moans as I put my munition 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 computer, nor does Jill suffer her towboat. I think about using computers at the office.

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 1st Baron Verulam from the chefs.

"Hey guys, could we possess a dainty pork roast for dinner tonight ? Maybe fresh made mashed murphy and either some carrots or green edible bean along with one of your delicious Caesar salads. Is that possible ?"I ask.

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

BJ and Danni are both dressed wonderfully. I think to myself that we need to cook sure that we are rotating a pair of the people from the war hawk to ensure that Danni gets a lunchtime.

Noticing the sentence once again, I suggest that we should get heading towards the vehicles in the service department and drive to shape. Paula and Donna both get into their vehicle. Saint John unlocks the garage doors by removing the carabiners from the track.

Dakota, Sharon, and I get into Dakota's BMW. Gospel According to John, Jennifer, and Diane all get into John's truck. Jill, BJ, and Danni all get into Jill's Mercedes. All five fomite leave the garage and whirl through the look logic gate to manoeuvre towards work.

We are all driving carefully as we haven't had hard pelting in quite a piece. In fact, it probably has been 6 or 7 weeks since we have had any rainfall at all. When we get to the mortarboard, we all find a parking spot on the instant trading floor. Once parked, we walk across the walkway into the building. We all say hello/good dawning to the security measure guard and get on the lift to lead up to the top floor.

Once I am there, we all get off the lift. 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 league room to receive room to spread out their paperwork. We all begin to dig into our Book of Job. I open my computer to discipline the work emails once again. As I scan the emails, I don't see any threatening e-mail this time. I check with Jill and she doesn't have any suspicious emails either.

I begin my usual sorting of email. I scan them and witness one from Rob, the IT guy. He discusses affair that his group think demand to be addressed regarding our estimator system. He suggests that we put some new server into play. He also suggests that we upgrade directly from Microsoft the security programs to protect our companionship. His business organisation suggestions make a totally lot of sensation and I give him the go-ahead to make the change. However, I ask if we should keep his chemical group on stave, 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'electronic mail, reading and deleting them. I hear Jill swear a bit coming from her conference room. BJ is apologizing and heading to the printer to get whatever Jill sent there. In my fountainhead, it seems as if BJ is doing quite well for Jill.

As I get back to my desk, I see the clock on my information processing system tell me that it is nearly 11 am. I think to myself that we probably need to rescript lunch to be delivered since it is still raining. As I'm looking over the eating place menu's online, Danni comes to my office door and say me that there is someone here who would like to speak to me. I get up and follow her back to the response country. As I approach the surface area, I see a Los Angeles Policeman.

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

"Yes, sir. I'm Officer James Thomas Lanier 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 be intimate that he needs only me and not any of my assistants. 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 police officer Williams. She assures me that she will let both of them know.

military officer Williams and I head down to the arcsecond flooring. We take the crossing to the parking garage. I say hello again to the security safety 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 presence seats. He turns his computer on its incline and slides it down towards the floor. I strap into the seatbelt and off we head.

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

"To a crime scene Mr. Henry Graham Greene. Your front is requested by our Detectives,"he tells me. I'm at a summate departure. However, as we head across town, the letter that I passed along to broker Longmire comes to my mind. Did the Mexican Drug corporate trust get to soul that I know ? I'm not trusted whom it might be as everyone was accounted for terminal Night. As we turn the corner, I know who it is. He parks in figurehead of the house. We both get out and head up to the movement door. I meet Detective James II. He tells me that he requested me to come to this offense picture.

Detective King James carefully takes me inside the house. I take a duo of steps inside and stop. The sustenance room is covered with ancestry everywhere. There is blood spray on the far wall, there is profligate on the living room couch and all over the deep brown table with a prominent pool of ancestry at the pes of the person who is underneath the sheet.

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

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

He takes a corner of the sheet of paper and pulls it back. I'm stunned, so much so, I head outside to purge my bowel out. I lean over the railing on the figurehead step to barf into the planter next to the front steps.

Detective Williams stands behind me watching me throw up my intestine out. I have never seen anything so violent ever before in my integral sprightliness."This is an old lady friend who left my house yesterday. We had a fight. I asked her to leave. My assistant called a cab to bring her habitation. Are there any attestant ?"I ask.

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

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

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

"detective, have you been in contact with Agent Longmire of the FBI ? She has been chasing a Mexican Drug cartel who has been threatening to polish off someone that I know. I gave her a DVD of my sign of the zodiac 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 banker's bill. He asks me for contact information for broker Longmire. I call up her inter-group communication info on my mobile phone earpiece and hand the phone to the detective.

"Thank you, Mr. Greene. I need you to stay around for a few mo. I have a few questions for you,"he tells me.

I sit down on the front footfall. My belly is still real queasy. I don't experience how a good deal clip has passed before another constabulary vehicle arrives. Saint Patrick gets out of the car and Newmarket. He knows the planetary house as well and doesn't take a step towards the household. He, instead just stands leaning against the police vehicle. I look at him, trying my best not to cry as my mind keeps flashing back to the violence that I saw inside.

Saint Patrick comes over to me and sits down on the dance step as well. The rain is coming down on both of us.

"Is it sunup ?"he asks.

"Yes, it is. You don't want to go inside. It's possibly the most fierce thing that I have ever seen. I can't believe that this has happened. Saint Patrick, I'm so sorry. I'm for certain she was murdered because of me,"I tell him. He just rock his question telling me that it's not my faulting. She should have been safe inside her own home plate, which obviously she wasn't.

We both just sit on the stone's throw staring out to the street and the issue of police cars that are parked there. I see a news van pull up and get out with a cameraman and a reporter. The uniform police stop them at the street and get answering their questions. I see the cameraman do a sweep of the nominal head of the house. I bow my head and see down at the background. Patrick gets up and brain towards the tidings reporters asking them to contain taking image of his friend who was murdered. The reporter tried to ask several questions only for St. Patrick to turn and walk away from them.

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

"I received a alphabetic character yesterday threatening my group that someone I know will be murdered. I never in my dotty pipe dream believed it would be morning,"I tell him

"St. David, you're not to blame. Whoever did this is the person to pick,"he tells me. I'm quite impressed that he is so calmness, but then again, he hasn't seen the interior and the horrifying way affair are.

The police detective spends another couple of hours asking both Patrick and me motion. We answered all of his interrogation. However, before the investigator let us go, federal agent Longmire showed up. She spent various transactions chatting with the detective. Once they finished their conversation, she came over to see me and Patrick.

"Patrick, this is broker Longmire. agent, this is Patrick. This is the person that I was asking both of you to come with my wife and me to dinner,"I tell both.

"Mr. Patrick, I'm sorry that we met under these circumstances. Also, I'm sorry for your loss,"she tells him. She flips spread her notepad and begins asking me query. I, of course, want her to find these scum-bags and have them out of the picture. She keeps her composure but continues to ask me interrogative. Once she is finished asking questions, she offers both Patrick and me a drive back to where the constabulary picked us up from.

Patrick and I got into her fomite. She headed back to the point where the Police picked us up. She dropped off Patrick first, then took me back to the war hawk. I asked if she could get together me for lunch, she agreed. I directed her to the nice Italian seat that Fred introduced us to.

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

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

"Um, I didn't. They have gravid garlic breadstuff here and the owner brings a handbasket of it over to my table all the time,"I tell her.

We had a Nice meal. agent Longmire ordered Chicken Parmesan on a bed of spaghetti dome. I offered to social club her a chalk of Chianti, but she declined saying that she was working. She ordered a methamphetamine hydrochloride of dieting blow instead. I ordered my usual, spaghetti with marrow sauce and a couple of meatballs. We sat and had a delightful lunch. When it was all over, I paid the lunch bill, but agentive role Longmire tried to catch the bill, but I was just a bear upon quicker. This caused both of us to express mirth a bit.

She told me that she thought Patrick was a very liberal 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 figurehead door to leave. Oddly enough, Agent Longmire clutched my elbow 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 front threshold, street storey and wished me a undecomposed rest 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 constabulary. I let her and everyone else know that Aurora has been murdered. respective of the Lady, such as Jennifer and Sharon were shocked by the news.

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

The residual of the afternoon was spent with me working on my computing machine reading the ‘ read-only'emails and deleting them as they are read.

CHAPTER 2

As the working day 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 lift door. Dakota and bathroom both came over to me asking what had happened with the Police. I told him that we would receive that discussion 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 chemical group of people by the elevators grew. When the bell finally dinged and the threshold opened, I let everyone on and stood there just thinking. I suggested that they go ahead down and broadcast the elevator car back up for me and Dakota.

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

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

"Jimmy lavatory's sandwiches. We also ordered a couple of salads but to the highest degree everyone ordered a sub. Why, what did you have for tiffin ?"she asked me.

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

"factor Longmire, eh ? Should we expect her to show up at the house tonight for some playtime ?"Dakota asks but is smiling the whole time.

"No smarty-pants. We just had lunch. However, I saw something that caused me to puke my intestine out. The Mexican Drug corporate trust got to dayspring. They murdered her very violently. There was blood everywhere. I've never seen so much lineage in my integral life. It was horrible,"I say to her. She knows that I'm quite rattled about Aurora. She doesn't say a Logos, she just stands there next to me, holding my hand. When the elevator threshold gouge and opens we both step on and ride it down to the 2nd floor.

At the second 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 heading back towards the Chateau. It is still raining, something that we haven't seen much of in southern Calif. in various weeks.

I text Amy asking her if the chefs made the pork roast that I asked for this morning. She told me that Red Erithacus rubecola burgers were waiting for me to get to the sign. Then she texted back that she was just kidding me. I sent her a LOL as Dakota was driving through this weirdo weather. Clearly, hoi polloi had forgotten how to ram in the rainfall as we had various citizenry run traffic Light and slide into the intersection. Which caused me to tighten my seatbelt.

All I could conceive about was the horrible fit of Aurora's body underneath that tabloid. What I remember seeing was her throat cut from ear to ear. Several thrust wounds and a bullet jam in her forehead with the rake covering her fount. It just kept haunting me.

In my head, I couldn't think of how to make whoever did this pay. When we pull into the courtyard, I begin to formulate a plan on fighting back against our ‘ friends'the Mexican Drug trust.

As Dakota pulls into the service department, I see John's truck already parked in there. Yet, I don't see Jill's car just yet. I text BJ and ask if they are close to the house. I get a response from BJ that they are about 5 minutes away. As we pull into the garage, I just sit in the nominal head buttocks thinking about Aurora. I want to fight back, but I'm not sure just how to approach it. Dakota puts her hand 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 somebody to come up to the murder of Aurora. Let the press push the police and the detective to mouth to Aurora's death. As I hear the garage door open and see Jill's car enter the garage, I decide to get out of Dakota's car and head inside. I stand by the room access to the house and postponement for Jill to connect me.

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

We all end up in the kitchen, Bobby tells me that dinner party will be ready in about 15 mo, so if I wanted to take a speedy exhibitioner, I had enough time to do so. I think about it for a minute but decide not to go take a cascade.

My phone buzzes. It's Agent Longmire.

"hullo Agent, why are you giving me a phone call ? Are you asking if you can amount over for dinner party ?"I ask chuckling a bit.

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

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

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

"At your front room access,"I tell her.

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

"It means that I'm sending a car to break up 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 nighttime. She relents and agrees to be picked up.

Agent Longmire tells me that she'll be by tomorrow to the hawk to impart me both my laptop computer and Jill's tower. I thank her and we end the speech sound call.

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

As everyone has a plateful of food for thought in forepart of them, I stand to tell what has gone on today with the police.

"OK, everyone, may I have your attention for just a couple of bit. toilet, will you please go get the pool sign chemical group ?"I ask.

bathroom gets up and fountainhead out to the pool house. He knocks on the door and brings them into the family. 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 house. I found her murder. Her pharynx was slit from ear to ear. She had multiple dig lesion all over her body plus she had one individual gunfire wounding in the center of her forehead. There was blood everywhere. I have never seen such a gruesome berth. It made me go outside and puke my guts out. I now know whom they went after, individual 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 back. If you have a carry permit, please wear your weapon. If you don't have a carry permit, then please stay with someone who does hold one. I don't want anyone here hurt, am I realize about this ?"I ask.

I hear respective yeses. I care for all my group and haven't decided how to fight back. This drug cartel needs an ass-kicking. I decide to put a call into extra Agent Fernandez.

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

"Jose, I want to offend them. I want to take up the fighting to these dunderhead. They murdered someone and did it in a horrible fashion. How do I take the battle to them ?"I ask.

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

"Yes, so very a great deal so,"I tell him.

"Then here's what we're going to do. I have it on honorable selective information, that we know where their main hideout is located. They also have about a twelve smaller home that they stock weapons and the great unwashed to fight. Care to go after them ?"Fernandez asks me.

"Abso-fucking-lutely Now it's fourth dimension to take the conflict to them,"I say to Fernandez.

"Well, alright then. Put your 5 best crack together, I'll be by to pick you all up in about a one-half an hr,"he says to me.

I tap John, Dakota, Jill, Donna, and both the CG boys. I tell the boy to get their rifles, as they will be helping us acquire down some of the Mexican Drug Cartel. I explain that they will be taking key status to have the back of the group. I explain that they need to bring spate of their .50 caliber ammunition. They should also wreak their scopes. I expect them to take a position that is heights and able-bodied to hurt them when we are attacked, which we will be.

I put tactical vests on the repose of the others. Everyone going has multiple ammunition clips. Just as expected, Fernandez shows up with a large pitch-black Chevy Suburban. bathroom follows with his truck and both CG boys. We drive across town and receive up with about 40 FBI broker. I pick out a rooftop and get off the CG boys to the rooftop to hold a sniper's position.

As they climb the outside steel blast ladder, they reach the rooftop in just a match of minutes. They focus their scopes and lay out various cartridge clip of ammunition. They text that they are ready to do some damage.

Saint John and Donna occupy a position at their side entrance. Jill, Dakota and I take a side at their front door. About 20 agents are with us at the straw man doorway, another 10 agentive role are with John at the side door, and the rest of the factor along with Agent Longmire take a position at the back threshold. extra broker Fernandez calls on his headset.

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

John and the agent with him kick in the side room access, shooting everything that they see holding a gun. I kick in the straw man door and begin shooting everyone that I see inside, along with the 20 or so agents that enter with me. Dakota takes a defensive attitude position outside so if any sneaker past us she will adopt them down.

Several agents kick in the back doorway. Lots of gunfire there, a twosome of agentive role go down. Jill works her way to the agent coming through the back door. She is firing at everything that moves that is not in tactical geartrain. I am also firing hitting everything that is moving. As one clip empties, I load another taking aim at anyone moving. The agents that entered the front threshold with me are taking drug cartel members out with precision. I'm sure that the gunfight can be heard in the neighborhood. I have hit and killed 9 cartel members all of whom were firing at myself and the FBI agents. No one was disarm that we shot at.

The whole process takes about 20 proceedings. We have shot and killed nearly 50 drug cartel people, all of whom have fired their artillery at us. As I check with Fernandez and Longmire, only two FBI agents were hit, neither of them seriously. John said he killed 5 drug combine guys. Jill took 4 down, killing all four. Dakota got the lone one that snuck out the side door. He took a shot at her and she put a beat between his heart. 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 idle, not wounded.

There is a car full of cartel members trying to scat. Both CG son take respective shots at them and take out all 5 guy rope in the car, causing the car to doss down into a building across the street. I hear some hooting from the rooftop from the CG boys, doing their job as pro snipers.

I check with Longmire and Fernandez. Both are just fine. Longmire says she got 4 and Fernandez says he got 4 as well. I thank them for allowing us to join them. Fernandez calls for an investigating broker to consultation the early agents. Longmire and Fernandez recite me that I need to take my people out of here as they violated a big FBI rule. I gather out my hoi polloi and off we go. We are all entire of adrenaline on the parkway home. I do the maths in my head, John the Evangelist 5, Jill 4, Donna 3, Dakota 1, and I got 9. The CG boys got 5. My math counts a amount of 27. Fernandez said before we left that they did a quick enumeration and it seems as if all told 53 combine member have been shot and killed. No cartel member is still alive, they all have been killed.

"Jill, textual matter soul back at the house, let them recognise we are all fine and no one got shot,"I tell her. She grabs her headphone and texts the house.

"They tell us, we are mad, but everyone is happy that we took it to them,"Jill tells all of us in John's truck. We drive home, all of us are amped up on the adrenaline from shooting the trust members. Donna tells us that she hasn't pellet anyone since her days in the marine. However, she is sword lily that we have hit them where they were hiding. Longmire and Fernandez may take invited us, but I am quite for certain that they weren't expecting us to take out 27 trust member out of the 53 Fernandez said were killed. In my head, I did some prompt mathematics and figured that it was just above 53 % of my group shooting and killing cartel. Now, I wanted to consume 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 home that we are to pick our weapon and reload the ammunition clips.

As bathroom pulls into the courtyard, I am so proud of my group. None of them let themselves get shot and all of them took out Drug Cartel member. John parks his motortruck into the garage and everyone piles out of the truck. We're all chatty about the consequence.

CHAPTER 3

When we were all inside, Sammy had a series of afters prepared for all of us. He had another of his mythical chocolate cakes. He had a carrot cake with cream cheese ice, and he had about 5 dozen chocolate scrap cookies. Saint John took a slice of carrot cake and about 6 cookies. He asked Diane if she wanted anything, but she declined saying that worrying about him made her sick. 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 bring in her dependable, she just put her arms around him and held onto her guy.

I can tell that the maraud on the drug cartel has gotten Donna all amped up….and horny. I see her rustle to Jill ; I'm shot I know what the rustling is all about. The two CG son immediately went out to the syndicate house after they stored their rifles in the gun safe. They felt good taking out the bad guy cable. I can only venture that if there is worry, it will come from them taking out the careful of combine fellow member with their .50 caliber rifle crack. Maybe there will be an autopsy, maybe not. Let's promise for not.

Longmire and Fernandez really put their cervix out by letting us be involved. I need to opine of a way to thank them that won't get them into trouble. Before we left, I thanked the federal agent that kicked in the front 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 Adrenalin charge is incredible.

As I suggested, everyone is cleaning their weapon, except for the two CG boy. They're busy getting laid over at the pool theater, or at least that's what I was thinking was going on. Pres Young guy rope, porno star girlfriends, plus a large chested roommate that is well known in the porn manufacture as a great blowjob person, what could Fred's two nephews ask for any in effect ?

Donna is overly chatty. 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 John. She put her arms around him and told him that she was a nervous wreck the whole meter he was gone. Her and Diane sat together and worried. John Lackland told her it was the most unbelievable thing he had ever done and that I had his rear. She didn't need to fuck that I was on a completely dissimilar side of the sign from him. truth be told, it was the FBI federal agent that had his dorsum, not me.

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

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

"It's just how I process killing somebody and I killed 4 citizenry today. I haven't blastoff ad killed that many people since my years in the marine. However, unlike the military days, I shot from closeup. None of my scene were at someone that was no more than 8-10 human foot away from me. In the war machine, I was shooting my weapon at hoi polloi that were usually about 100-200 feet away. Not the case today. Let me just action the effect,"Jill tells me. I kiss her on the boldness and let her just sit and clean her firearm.

I see no one in the TV elbow room, so I head in there and turn on the TV to take in an activeness video recording. I select the movie ‘ Bad son'with testament Smith and Steve Martin Lawrence. Something in my Einstein William Tell me that the part that Tea Leone plays isn't really acting, it's more like how she really is in life. As I'm watching the movie, Sammy comes over with a big bowl of popcorn. I take a handful and begin eating. My brain is loving this Zea mays everta. It has real melted butter, not some small-grained butter flavoring nor butter flavored oil ( like at the movie theaters ). He also brings out a stadium of cinnamon sugar popcorn. This one I really liked and took ascendance of that bowl.

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

I sat there staring at the TV but was thinking about how favourable my life has become. I got to do something that virtually no one would ever get to do, go on a mission with broker of the FBI. I could have gotten my family in life-threatening difficulty today. I need to finalise down and stop thinking and acting impulsively. This could have turned out much worse than it did.

The shooting made the nightly news. According to the tidings, there was a aggregate of 40 drug trust members killed as FBI agents tried to hand over some warrantee, which I thought was a good cover story.

I was deep in thought and not watching what was going on around me. I finally came back to seeing my footling daughter, Dakota stuffing her face full of my cinnamon bark sugar popcorn. 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 laughter. It's always overnice to see her smile and jape. She's as hoodlum as nails and forestall my needs and wants like no one that I have ever encountered. Jill is the exact opposite. 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. I can tell that Donna needs some physical attention. I put my digit underneath her chin and pick her head up to kiss me. She ends up putting both arms around my neck and kissing me for quite a while.

Donna stands up and takes me by the script. She leads me past Jill, who is still cleaning her weapon system and sitting pensively. Donna leads me down the hall to my own bedroom. She pulls me inside and keeps going dragging me to my bathroom. There she sheds her dress and stairs into the shower. I just stood there looking at her beautiful body underneath the water system. It was beautiful to watch the water cascading down her body, over her wonderful white meat, down her flat stomach, and into the valley of delight known as her pussy.

She turns and summons me with that one finger that women use to summon you silently. I kick off my horseshoe, shed my wearing apparel and step into the shower with her. She comes over to me and puts her arms around my neck and pulls me into her, tightly. We had wonderful passionate sex for nearly an time of day in the cascade. 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 loving woman, who is a sensual creature. When we are done drying each other off, she wraps a towel around her and leaves the bedroom. I, as usual, put a twain of shorts on and my common snowy tee shirt. I sat on the rest bed for a few minute of arc thinking about the events of the day and how it affected everyone. lav and Donna are all amped up. Jill pensively cleaning her weapon. Dakota trying to be her silly ego. The CG male child, may have got done the best affair of all, go have skillful sweaty sex with their pornography star girlfriends and Belinda.

My head again thinks about break of day. How did they get to her ? Did they just come to the room access and attack when she opened it ? Did we kill the person or persons who murdered Aurora ? Are there more out there hiding ? Should I extend to worry about something happening to one of the house members ? The questions 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, can I put this in the gun safe for you ?"I ask her. She nods yes and I take the gun and go to the gun safe and put it inside on one of the two ledge. I feel a bit easy about putting the gun in the safe.

Again, as I go back into the kitchen, three leaden guys come to the gate once again. They ring the buzzer. I answer,"Hello,"I say.

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

"I'm sorry. Mr. Graham Greene is not available right now. Please feel liberate to depart the bundle at the gate and someone will derive out to get it,"I say into the speaker.

"When will Mr. Graham Greene be available as this is the second time, we have attempted to deliver this software,"the Russian sounding man said.

Like I said a few minutes ago, Mr. Greene is very busy. If you want to leave him the computer software, then fine we'll come out to get it. Otherwise, you'll have to consent one of his assistants to sign for the package,"I tell the man.

I get no response, but on the security camera, I see him shrug his shoulders with someone else taking the box from the man that spoke. They walk back down the service road. Apparently, they must have used Google mathematical function to find that we have a religious 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 break up it up. Making the DVDs made me recollect about Patrick, see what we saw may make him not desire to go on the engagement with Longmire. I decided to call Patrick.

"Hey, Saint Patrick. It's Jacques Louis David Greene. I just wanted to shout you and check 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 break of the day. I mean, she was an incredible pain in the ass, but when she turned on the charm, she could charm the windsock right off you, but you already know that. You and she dated for a while. May I ask how long you dated and how farsighted ago ?"Patrick asks.

"fountainhead, we dated several years ago, before I married my number one wife. singular thing, we only dated about a calendar month or two, we were wizardly in bed, but we were oil and water living together. She and I didn't mix outside of the sleeping accommodation,"I tell him.

"I can infer that. We dated for about 5 calendar week. I couldn't take her always complaining about how many hours 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.

"Patrick, are we still on for tomorrow night ? I hope we are because I think the lady, I'm introducing you to will put a smile on your face. She understands long hours as she probably works somewhere between 60-75 hours a hebdomad, sound familiar ?"I ask.

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

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

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

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

"Hey, I need your name and address. I'm sending a car to blame you up. After what we just went through, I don't want you to have to interest about taking yourself to dinner. Since I own a limo company, just let me send a car to pluck you up. Sound trade good ?"I ask.

"Yeah, I'm OK with you sending a car for me,"he says to me before giving me his computer address. I notice that the address is in a gracious part of LA. It 's not Beverly Hills, but still a decent component part of LA. Now, I must convince Longmire to give me her nursing home address for this to shape. In my school principal, I thought about how today went and maybe, just maybe Longmire will entrust me enough to parting with her base address.

I hang up the earpiece from Patrick, now on to Heidi Longmire.

"Hello Ms. Longmire, this is St. David Greene,"I say to her.

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

"To get your address. I'm sending a car to find fault you up tomorrow night. No backing out of our 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 anticipate you Heidi when we're not talking work ?"I say to her.

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

"well, I decided on Texas longhorn chophouse. It's a very relaxed atmosphere, plus I love their intellectual nourishment. This guy you're going to be introduced to owns a home plate cleaning service. He's always working trying to establish surely that his customers are taken concern of properly. Like you, he is working all the prison term. Maybe, if you two hit it off tomorrow dark you can have a late-night date. But, that's up to you and him. Jill and I are only doing innovation and feeding both of you. Oh, and I don't want the not eating thing you charwoman like to do when meeting someone. 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 particular date still being on. Patrick was the one that I thought would bail on the particular date after Aurora, but thankfully he didn't.

I asked Dakota to dial up Black Car limo and send a stretchability limo to Saint 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 first to peck up Jill and me, then Patrick, and finally Heidi.

I saw Dakota still watching a movie on the couch in the TV way. In my head, if we Jill and I were going to the Hawk, then we would need to leave about 3:00 pm to get home in time to shower and change, then get into the limo and promontory to their family. Of path, in my mind, I wondered if we should piece up Heidi first and thus not showing her address to someone she has not checked out. It just made more horse sense to me to plunk her up start then Patrick.

Jill was out in the TV elbow room, but she was sitting in the reclining chair, not really participating with anyone. Sammy had brought a trough of popcorn, but she only had a duad of morsel out of it. She just set it down on the fiddling slope prorogue next to the chair.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up in the morning, I found Jill snoring next to me and a pocket-sized minuscule animate being all snuggled up, ass first into me. I could differentiate just by the feeling of the eubstance that it was Dakota.

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

When I'm done, I turn off that wonderful hot water and step out of to dry off and get dressed. I decide that for tonight, it will be garnish slack water and a short-sleeved dress shirt and dress shoes. However, right now I'm heading to the mortarboard, for work.

As I picked my clothes out of the closet, I had to wake Jill. I'm a bit disturbed about her. Hopefully, she has pondered what happened yesterday with the drug trust. I have the contention in my head as to why we should have done what we did with the FRS. I don't want to have to interest about Jill and how she is processing as stress often affects a sister during pregnancy.

I shook Jill gently and woke up a grumpy Jill. So far, it seemed as if the normal Jill was back as she hates being woke up. Dakota is easy, hand her a slight shake and she pops her eyes open air and gets her day going with a gravid cup of deep brown.

Dakota bounds into the cascade, as Jill was looking turnout over. One for work and one for tonight. I came over to her and kissed her. She smiled and put her blazon around me and leaned in for a second candy kiss, which I gave her.

"Good dawn darling,"Jill says to me. I was felicitous to learn her say those words.

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

"Oh yeah, once I had a nice field glass 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 arouse you. We have the whole date that's not a engagement thing, this evening don't we ?"She asks.

"You mean the insertion dinner,"I tell her even though it could go horribly faulty."Yes, we have that tonight,"she smiles as I tell her that. She picks out a nice pair of jean and a tweed blouse along with a pair of low heels. For work, she chooses a nice skirt along with a coloured 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 heads to the bath to get ready.

Dakota, with a towel wrapped around her beautiful petty consistency, flips the back of the towel up to flash me her cute ass. I just smile. As she leaves the sleeping accommodation, I still haven't figured out what to get her for Noel. The holiday is only about 10 mean solar day away and I need to spend some metre going shopping, however, the two ladies that I love the most I have absolutely no estimation what to get either of them.

I see various earphone charges dangling on the chest and another one on Jill's composition tabular array. I grab my phone off the charger along with my wallet and keys and headland out to the kitchen. I get there before Dakota, so I turn on the coffee pot.

John is already there eating a bowl of cereal. I see both Jennifer and Diane all dressed for work. I have it in my mind to control on Jennifer's progress in solving some of the issues that we had discussed a few day ago.

Paula comes out, looking ravishing and kisses me on the buttock, pours herself a cup of coffee and drumhead to work. Donna comes out, also looking stunning. She gives me a passionate candy kiss, probably from our lovemaking session yesterday in the cascade. She had a pair off slices 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 looking glass of my pineapple plant juice and put it in front of me. I watched her eat the fry egg sandwich and salute a cup of coffee. When she was done, she tossed her paper scale into the trash, kissed me again and headed out.

I see that I missed a call from factor Longmire. I decided that it was too early to cry her back, so I set an alarm clock on my phone to cue me to scream her in a short while.

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

Jill came out just a few hour later and boy does she count amazing. I don't know what it was this break of the day, but all the ladies looked grand as they headed out to make for. I ask Jill if she will tug us to the Hawk, as we are going to be leaving early, probably around 3, so she has enough time to get ready. I also asked Dakota if she ordered up a limousine 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 addresses for both St. Patrick and Heidi.

I was well-chosen to learn everything was all set up. What concerned me was the phone call from Longmire that might deepen 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 earpiece, which in my head was a respectable sign.

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

"Yeah, everything is fine. I just wanted to get your schedule today so I can bring you your laptop and your wife's column. We installed two programs to save any encourage nasty emails from appearing in your email box. We have also added a political platform that will move any bad emails to a personal file in which it will be sent to our IT team who will ruin,"she says to me. I smile now knowing that she isn't trying to bail from the foundation 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 derive household and get gear up for an presentation dinner with two people whom I think will be a good fit for each other,"I say to her.

"fountainhead, I'm glad you feel that way. It's courteous to get laid mortal is looking out for me,"she says with a bit of a chuckle. I tell her that we will be seeing her about 5-ish and expect to see a limo show up at her nominal head room access. She tries to object politely, but I won't hear of it and just distinguish her to be ready. She assures me that she will be waiting.

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

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

"Darling, are you ready for tonight ?"I ask Jill.

"Well, kind of. I certainly could use the nighttime to still be working on the stock project, but I guess one night won't be all that bad, plus you picked a good restaurant, right ?"She asks.

"I picked longhorn,"I tell her.

"What prison term will the limousine come to the house to get us ?"Jill asks.

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

As usual, when we get to the Hawk, we park on the second floor and occupy the crosswalk to the tower. Once inside the tugboat, the security sentry duty tells us good morning as we wait for the elevator. When the threshold opened, I felt Jill's hand squeeze my ass even though there are about a dozen the great unwashed on the elevator.

I just smile, not making a scene. It was just Jill's way of teasing me. We ride the elevator to the top. When the doors open, I see Agent Longmire standing there with two information processing system. I walked over and picked up my laptop as I was grateful to see that piece of equipment come back into my life. Jill took the other figurer, the pillar 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 vex, if all goes nicely, then she will maybe consume someone to chat to who also works all the insane minute. I put my laptop in my backpack pulling out the two DVD 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 chairman from another desk over and sat next to her.

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

"We are making forward motion. The old gentlewoman who was cleaning potty has a company to look over now that is handling all the janitorial in the construction for her. There is a new vender who is pressure washing the Eagle so the outside will own the Curb collection that you are looking for to agree up with other buildings in DC,"she tells me.

I'm happy that she is making step at the diverse projects. I tell her that tomorrow Dakota and I will be heading to Seattle for a quick good turn around sojourn. I go into Jill's federal agency where she and BJ are working hard. I kiss Jill, who is annoyed at me interrupting her.

"Darling, I just wanted to let you sleep with that I'm taking a short trip to Seattle, I see issues that need to be addressed. I may film another run to the Dallas market as there are still military issue with the entire restaurant part there,"I tell her.

"Will these be on the Same slip, or will you follow domicile first. I need to know if my young man can come over,"she says grinning and giggling at me with her joke. I just smile and let her have sex that it will be two slip and she should schedule him to make two visits. I know that she is working hard so I kiss her and leave the room. I decide not to kiss BJ, for no tangible reason 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 shout out the topical anesthetic Jimmy lav's and orderliness sandwiches for everyone on the floor. She takes her phone and her assistant's notebook computer to pee-pee the phone call. When it was done, she tells me that the food will be here in about 35-40 proceedings, which seems reasonable to me.

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

I log into the email portal and look at the massive number of electronic mail that I have. 1755 email. I guess not having my laptop computer allowed my email inbox to get surcharge. I started with the usual, looking for multiples of the Lapplander. I put them all together and highlighted the remaining one to be read later.

I scanned through the itemization and saw no more Mexican Drug Cartel emails. In my principal, I was sure that we, along with the FBI have eliminated that stallion group from their concealing lieu, 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 cps. Although I shouldn't be surprised, with that many bad guys dying it will stay in the news bicycle for various says.

I spend time working my way through the emails. When the sandwiches arrive, my darling Dakota joins me in my role. She ordered me a turkey sandwich with peck of mayonnaise and extra tomatoes. 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 beef. For me, she ordered what I like the ham and turkey, however, she knows that I like both extra mayo and extra tomatoes.

I call various of the other employees into the larger conference room to sit and eat. I saw a twain of multitude not joining in as they took their luncheon out of the breakroom fridge and sat at their desk to eat. That really bothered me, I want everyone to enjoy their lunchtime. Since Sharon is across the table from me, I let her get laid that no one should be working during their lunch 60 minutes. She tells me that she will handle that and goes back to eating her sub.

Jill never left her conference room ; however, she did send BJ out to join us in the big conference room. The sure-enough lady, Ruth replaced Danni at the front desk. I was very beaming to see that occur.

I'm looking forward to the introduction dinner tonight, but having Fred subscribe us around made me palpate skilful. I whispered in Dakota's ear to dial up the jet as she and I are taking a trip to Seattle tomorrow. She tells me that after lunch that will be taken guardianship of, which made me smile.

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