Post by codeapathy on Jul 8, 2022 23:08:22 GMT -5
“So is he in Mexico or is he not? That is all I want to know…”
++I waved my nail file in the air, irritated. Joe was a no go based on the intel we got. It made me wonder if our little game was being played by a third party that was as of yet unforeseen. I was thankful that Eoin made it home unharmed, but still business needed to be conducted. I turned away from the bay window and plopped down into the leather high back chair, situated behind my executives desk. The agent in front of me double checked his notes and looked up, confident++
Evan: He IS in Mexico, we’ve just detected he is further south. Possibly slowly edging his way OUT of the country. Now if you give me 24 hours I can…
Elizabeth: He was tipped off. We have a mole.
Evan: What?!
++I casually shift my weight towards the intercom++
Elizabeth: Send in Karolina, protocol Parrot is now activated.
++As I turned back to poor Evan, I couldn’t hide the disappointed and irritated look on my face. He went quiet, setting aside his binders and exhaling good and hard as his body muscles relaxed and he slunk down into the chair. I leaned back and crossed my legs, the slit in the side of my velvet skirt reaching the tip top of my lower thigh and hips. I adjusted the laces of the black colored velvet lace up pumps on my crossed leg. As I clasped my fingers together, elbows rested on the arms of the chair, I rested my head back and clicked my tongue++
Elizabeth: Sarah. It has to be. She would go to great lengths to protect that piece of shit father of hers. It’s the only thing that makes sense.
Evan: Ms. Reno you mean? Yes it does appear if anyone were to get a man or woman inside, it would be her but who or what tipped her off about her dad?
++I darted my eyeballs around the room, uncomfortable. Instead I stood up, motioning Evans to follow me as I used a biometric keypad to open a hidden room and ushered him inside. Karolina took position outside the door. I offered him a stick of gum and exhaled sharply++
Elizabeth: She’s been on the defensive now since George was laid to rest. Jose won’t protect good old uncle Joe and she knows it. His biggest defender and enabler was now in a black laquer casket. Sounds to me like good old George decided to make things right with Christ in his final hours and confessed to the priest. She must have overhead things that she was never meant to hear. I almost pity her.
Evans: Well Ms. Reno is not unfamiliar with your particular brand of revenge. I guess she decided to play it safe just in case. But what you are insinuating is…
Elizabeth: Yes. I know exactly what I am insinuating. One of YOUR security team is dirty. I want every new hire over the past YEAR gone over with a fine tooth comb. I expect this office and every other area of the house to be checked for bugs or cameras. This might also explain that bloodhound from the FBI that keeps pestering Eoin. Timing is just about right. Brazen bitch wants to straight up eliminate me, all so daddy’s reputation stays intact. Quaint. Make a call to Hans, tell him I have a babysitting job, international rates. She’s doing her best job to diver attention but I will not rest until this is handled. So where is good old Joe?
Evans: He’s at a villa vacation rental in southern Mexico. It’s listed under an assumed name. Strangely one he hasn’t used since that trouble he got into in New England. I guess he’s getting sloppy in his old age. There’s been eyes on him and can confirm it is indeed him. He’s been there staying long term for about three weeks. Visiting nurses were also observed coming and going. Medical supply deliveries, those types of things. If he is ill, we have no intel on it.
Elizabeth: A villa fit for a king to die in it seems. She wants him to die naturally and peacefully, not have him heartlessly and coldly taken from her without the possibility to say goodbye. How precious. Find out the company being used for the visiting nurses. If it is local, quick op it. Get a girl on the inside preferably with combat medic experience, then get her into rotation. Let’s work on this at a safe distance until we have a better idea what the inside traffic is like. Your assessment, Captain?
Evans: Agreed. It gives the appearance that we’ve also lost interest or she’s spooked us. It will give us time to focus on gathering intel on her. I received an email, Elizabeth. Top brass. It’s about Violence and Mr. Adams. I thought you said you had it covered.
Elizabeth: I underestimated Jayson. That fault is mine but Korrupt…Scotty. That came out of left field. We pumped him full of so much shit that he could taste the color blue and see sounds. I watched ON the body camera as they drove his unconscious carcas out to the middle of nowhere in a new mexico desert and dumped him like a cat piss covered carpet! You don’t need to tell me, he has to be handled I know.
Evans: It was your op after all. These are your loose ends. We can only hope that the Koresh Family is content hiding in a swamp somewhere playing button button with their sister, brother, cousin, uncle, niece. May I speak candidly Elizabeth?
Elizabeth: You may, Charlie. Relax, their sweep should be done shortly. I know this isn’t as comfortable as the office, but…
Evans: Not many people have a bomb shelter in their home office, stocked with…are you shitting me? You have booze in here!?
Elizabeth: Look to you it looks like a bomb shelter, but to me sometimes this is the only damn place I can go in the house where I can get five minutes of sweet fucking peace so do you want a Strawberry Rita Margarita, a Coconut or a Lime? Yes it’s cold. Bet your ass I’m putting a fridge in here.
Evans: Lime if you would so kindly…
++I pulled a Lime from the fridge and cracked it open handing it to him. I grabbed a coconut and slunk down onto the floor, cracking it open++
Evans: As I was saying. Is he truly worth all of this risk? Have you asked Annika about what you are doing? Is this the revenge she wants or just that you feel she deserves?
Elizabeth: Very poignant questions. No. I haven’t asked her and I do not intend to. This isn’t just about what she suffered at his hands, this is about more than that. She isn’t his only victim. She can’t be. I cringe trying to fathom for as long as his career existed internationally, how many other girls like my daughter there were. I know he put his hands on Sarah, but she already lost her mother before she could even crawl. That sack of shit is the only family she has, outside of Jake. Men like him do not deserve to breathe the same air we do. They are not functional, useful members of society, only a lingering blight. Evans, even if this did not involve my daughter and it still came across my desk as “general interest”, he’d have my laser sight on him. The only caveat is I can never do the dirty work myself. I just get to sit here, wait for the call that the target is down. It isn’t as satisfying when the climax to a personal grudge, a vendetta, is a ring tone and a burly voice on the other end telling me it is done. I miss the smell of the aluminum when their brain matter hits the oxygen. The taste of the iron as I wipe their blood from my cheek.
Evans: Your Father’s code of conduct for you is very clear. I know it is underwhelming to conduct business like this but you ARE a great asset, one of the best we have. You have a gift for networking and string theories. You do your best work when you are behind that desk, or glasses deep on your iPad connecting dots and uncovering secrets. Of course once you step away from the other industry…
Elizabeth: Yes I know. More opportunities for field work. There is a part of me deep down that wants to just move on to that so desperately yet, I can’t. Not until I wrap my hands around Mr. Stylez throat and make a long standing wrong, right. It is the ultimate goal. A necessary evil.
Evans: In due time Ms. Devereaux. All those things and more in due time. Do you want me to look into the FBI muppet? See whose tree he’s barking up to try and get noticed?
Elizabeth: Of course. See if you can get a bead on what he knows, how much evidence he has and who tipped him off. I can’t get my hands on Joe until that little cockroach is sorted and by the sounds of things, I’m short on time if the old chain smoking cuck is on his last legs.
Evans: As you wish Elizabeth. Oh. It looks like Karolina is giving the all clear, shall we continue this conversation in more comfortable surroundings? We need to talk about the end goal for Mr. Adams.
Elizabeth: Lets. I’ll have the kitchen come up and make a light meal for us since we may be tossing out ideas for a while. Take Away is also an option. Whatever makes you more comfortable. Are you feeling some Korean BBQ?
++I sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by accolades and tokens of merit. In front of me, laid flat and on full display was the OPW Legacy Title. My fingertips gently traced the stitching of the belt, spelling out my ring name on the side plates. I cocked my head to the side and placed my hands on either side of the strap, cradling it in my arms++
Elizabeth: Was I truly the better woman that night or did I just play the game better? I expect that check for Roger has cashed by now. After all we do go a ways back. Never really had an issue with one another, so why not let him help me help him. It was obvious Michelle would get involved in the match, anything for her precious “producer”. She has an uncanny knack for getting her ass smack dab involved in places it need not be, then again she has seemingly had a knack for choosing her friends. I hope she actually plans on fighting in her own stead for this upcoming match. I would hate for her to just get another damn proxy to fight for her because nothing screams legitimacy and intimidation like having someone else fight your match for you because you farted crossways.
Of course she can always hide behind Monty. He will always tell the princess what she wants to hear. Then again, if any two did deserve each other it would be them. He’s a neurotic megalomaniac and she likes attention and money. I just wish something stood out but the truth is she and I have crossed paths so many times, it always comes down to her thinking I’m an insect in her way, at least this cockroach holds a higher ranking strap for the moment. A strap…that I was more than willing to accept was beyond me and I was destined to just take my place as a background character. What twilight zone episode is this where I, of all people, am a champion? The cosmos capitulates in funny ways.
Not to take anything away from Monty. He is a threat in his own right. And so is Michelle. For all her backhanded scheming, two timing, and sharp tongue, she has always put her talent where her mouth is. I just hope she knows this old bitch as she so affectionately refers to me as needing a little more than a smart mouth and roleplaying as a Mean girl 24/7 to move my needle. Then again she doesn’t care. She’s riding high right now. In the back of her mind this meeting will end just the same as the last did. Maybe it will. Then I’m sure she would proudly shoehorn in her boyfriend, or the flavor of the month best friend she’s flitting around with, to face me. I welcome it. Who am I to turn my nose up to a challenge, especially one whom the great and mighty Michelle deems willing and far superior than to myself. It would be downright unsportsmanlike for me to want to adhere to the traditional hierarchy concept where the next person I face actually DID something to earn that right. Call me a sucker for tradition I guess.
Then again, what more could I expect when it comes to Johnny Boy in the bookers chair. Everything has a gimmick, somewhere there is always an angle. Resourceful, but ultimately a dog that only knows so many tricks before it gets old. Like a worn out piano that only knows three tunes, then repeats. His special brand of bullshit hooks just the right compulsive obsessive obnoxious tools and he doesn’t need to change the formula because he’s perfected his role.
A part of me thinks a match like this is his own little wet dream. Everyone knows how obsessed he was with Michelle with the Queen Bitch herself rolled into town. Salivating like a cartoon dog. He couldn’t keep her name out of his mouth. I mean if you overlook that whole kidnapping double cross bullshit. The same fixation he has always had on me. Me and that…
++I looked up. In a glass case on the wall rested an older style strap with PCW on it. My nostrils flared as I remembered the night I won it and the way Johnny took it. The resentment that burned in his eyes. I braced for an attack, but it never came. The icy cold, bitter glances continued everytime we cross paths. The way my name cut like jagged glass when it left his lips, that too persisted, but that beatdown I KNEW he wanted to give me, never came. I never got my boss fight. In due time. I looked down from the strap on the wall and tapped my nail tip against the gold plating++
Elizabeth: Don’t think I assume you have just let THAT go after all these years because I know better. A part of you even now is beaming with pride that I’m carrying around one of your illustrious straps, but yet somewhere down dark and cold, you seethe with rage remembering PCW. I’ll play along for now Johnny Boy.
Oh but what to do about Miss Michelle? Who on EARTH could I even start with as a viable, worthy opponent to face her. After all she is also a champion! An equal dare I say! If I were to win, where would I find such a capable and equal opponent? Oh who am I kidding I know exactly whose name is at the top of THAT fucking list and I can’t continue with a straight face. This match is a roulette match. Nothing more. Whoever wins gets to load and fire the chamber first. I could worry about what name out of her little black slut book she will pick or, I could just let the chips fall. I would have to face someone inevitably, and soon so why not let me and the top bitch tear at each other for the honor of picking how hard of a defense one of us gets. I mean it IS high stakes. SOMETHING is at risk! Drama, even manufactured drama, creates cash and I’m not above profiting off of a gimmick match. Only an idiot turns down easy money. Besides, I owe her a receipt for trying to get involved in that championship match. I get it, stand by your man and all, but bitch a little bit of you goes a long way.
I didn’t expect to be in this position but I will fight with a ferocity to defend that which I have earned. I know she will use a win in this to stick it to me. Can’t say I didn’t have the same idea. It is what it is. It goes however it is meant to go, with more than likely a little help from her friends because she’s a weak ass bitch that can’t build a career without piggybacking off someone else’s shoulders. Hey some of us ARE the business and some of us are just IN the business. I digress…one more time Michelle, this time with feeling. Even though we both know, this won’t be the last, will it?
++I waved my nail file in the air, irritated. Joe was a no go based on the intel we got. It made me wonder if our little game was being played by a third party that was as of yet unforeseen. I was thankful that Eoin made it home unharmed, but still business needed to be conducted. I turned away from the bay window and plopped down into the leather high back chair, situated behind my executives desk. The agent in front of me double checked his notes and looked up, confident++
Evan: He IS in Mexico, we’ve just detected he is further south. Possibly slowly edging his way OUT of the country. Now if you give me 24 hours I can…
Elizabeth: He was tipped off. We have a mole.
Evan: What?!
++I casually shift my weight towards the intercom++
Elizabeth: Send in Karolina, protocol Parrot is now activated.
++As I turned back to poor Evan, I couldn’t hide the disappointed and irritated look on my face. He went quiet, setting aside his binders and exhaling good and hard as his body muscles relaxed and he slunk down into the chair. I leaned back and crossed my legs, the slit in the side of my velvet skirt reaching the tip top of my lower thigh and hips. I adjusted the laces of the black colored velvet lace up pumps on my crossed leg. As I clasped my fingers together, elbows rested on the arms of the chair, I rested my head back and clicked my tongue++
Elizabeth: Sarah. It has to be. She would go to great lengths to protect that piece of shit father of hers. It’s the only thing that makes sense.
Evan: Ms. Reno you mean? Yes it does appear if anyone were to get a man or woman inside, it would be her but who or what tipped her off about her dad?
++I darted my eyeballs around the room, uncomfortable. Instead I stood up, motioning Evans to follow me as I used a biometric keypad to open a hidden room and ushered him inside. Karolina took position outside the door. I offered him a stick of gum and exhaled sharply++
Elizabeth: She’s been on the defensive now since George was laid to rest. Jose won’t protect good old uncle Joe and she knows it. His biggest defender and enabler was now in a black laquer casket. Sounds to me like good old George decided to make things right with Christ in his final hours and confessed to the priest. She must have overhead things that she was never meant to hear. I almost pity her.
Evans: Well Ms. Reno is not unfamiliar with your particular brand of revenge. I guess she decided to play it safe just in case. But what you are insinuating is…
Elizabeth: Yes. I know exactly what I am insinuating. One of YOUR security team is dirty. I want every new hire over the past YEAR gone over with a fine tooth comb. I expect this office and every other area of the house to be checked for bugs or cameras. This might also explain that bloodhound from the FBI that keeps pestering Eoin. Timing is just about right. Brazen bitch wants to straight up eliminate me, all so daddy’s reputation stays intact. Quaint. Make a call to Hans, tell him I have a babysitting job, international rates. She’s doing her best job to diver attention but I will not rest until this is handled. So where is good old Joe?
Evans: He’s at a villa vacation rental in southern Mexico. It’s listed under an assumed name. Strangely one he hasn’t used since that trouble he got into in New England. I guess he’s getting sloppy in his old age. There’s been eyes on him and can confirm it is indeed him. He’s been there staying long term for about three weeks. Visiting nurses were also observed coming and going. Medical supply deliveries, those types of things. If he is ill, we have no intel on it.
Elizabeth: A villa fit for a king to die in it seems. She wants him to die naturally and peacefully, not have him heartlessly and coldly taken from her without the possibility to say goodbye. How precious. Find out the company being used for the visiting nurses. If it is local, quick op it. Get a girl on the inside preferably with combat medic experience, then get her into rotation. Let’s work on this at a safe distance until we have a better idea what the inside traffic is like. Your assessment, Captain?
Evans: Agreed. It gives the appearance that we’ve also lost interest or she’s spooked us. It will give us time to focus on gathering intel on her. I received an email, Elizabeth. Top brass. It’s about Violence and Mr. Adams. I thought you said you had it covered.
Elizabeth: I underestimated Jayson. That fault is mine but Korrupt…Scotty. That came out of left field. We pumped him full of so much shit that he could taste the color blue and see sounds. I watched ON the body camera as they drove his unconscious carcas out to the middle of nowhere in a new mexico desert and dumped him like a cat piss covered carpet! You don’t need to tell me, he has to be handled I know.
Evans: It was your op after all. These are your loose ends. We can only hope that the Koresh Family is content hiding in a swamp somewhere playing button button with their sister, brother, cousin, uncle, niece. May I speak candidly Elizabeth?
Elizabeth: You may, Charlie. Relax, their sweep should be done shortly. I know this isn’t as comfortable as the office, but…
Evans: Not many people have a bomb shelter in their home office, stocked with…are you shitting me? You have booze in here!?
Elizabeth: Look to you it looks like a bomb shelter, but to me sometimes this is the only damn place I can go in the house where I can get five minutes of sweet fucking peace so do you want a Strawberry Rita Margarita, a Coconut or a Lime? Yes it’s cold. Bet your ass I’m putting a fridge in here.
Evans: Lime if you would so kindly…
++I pulled a Lime from the fridge and cracked it open handing it to him. I grabbed a coconut and slunk down onto the floor, cracking it open++
Evans: As I was saying. Is he truly worth all of this risk? Have you asked Annika about what you are doing? Is this the revenge she wants or just that you feel she deserves?
Elizabeth: Very poignant questions. No. I haven’t asked her and I do not intend to. This isn’t just about what she suffered at his hands, this is about more than that. She isn’t his only victim. She can’t be. I cringe trying to fathom for as long as his career existed internationally, how many other girls like my daughter there were. I know he put his hands on Sarah, but she already lost her mother before she could even crawl. That sack of shit is the only family she has, outside of Jake. Men like him do not deserve to breathe the same air we do. They are not functional, useful members of society, only a lingering blight. Evans, even if this did not involve my daughter and it still came across my desk as “general interest”, he’d have my laser sight on him. The only caveat is I can never do the dirty work myself. I just get to sit here, wait for the call that the target is down. It isn’t as satisfying when the climax to a personal grudge, a vendetta, is a ring tone and a burly voice on the other end telling me it is done. I miss the smell of the aluminum when their brain matter hits the oxygen. The taste of the iron as I wipe their blood from my cheek.
Evans: Your Father’s code of conduct for you is very clear. I know it is underwhelming to conduct business like this but you ARE a great asset, one of the best we have. You have a gift for networking and string theories. You do your best work when you are behind that desk, or glasses deep on your iPad connecting dots and uncovering secrets. Of course once you step away from the other industry…
Elizabeth: Yes I know. More opportunities for field work. There is a part of me deep down that wants to just move on to that so desperately yet, I can’t. Not until I wrap my hands around Mr. Stylez throat and make a long standing wrong, right. It is the ultimate goal. A necessary evil.
Evans: In due time Ms. Devereaux. All those things and more in due time. Do you want me to look into the FBI muppet? See whose tree he’s barking up to try and get noticed?
Elizabeth: Of course. See if you can get a bead on what he knows, how much evidence he has and who tipped him off. I can’t get my hands on Joe until that little cockroach is sorted and by the sounds of things, I’m short on time if the old chain smoking cuck is on his last legs.
Evans: As you wish Elizabeth. Oh. It looks like Karolina is giving the all clear, shall we continue this conversation in more comfortable surroundings? We need to talk about the end goal for Mr. Adams.
Elizabeth: Lets. I’ll have the kitchen come up and make a light meal for us since we may be tossing out ideas for a while. Take Away is also an option. Whatever makes you more comfortable. Are you feeling some Korean BBQ?
/////////Atlanta, Georgia. Residence. Late Afternoon\\\\\\\\\
Elizabeth: Was I truly the better woman that night or did I just play the game better? I expect that check for Roger has cashed by now. After all we do go a ways back. Never really had an issue with one another, so why not let him help me help him. It was obvious Michelle would get involved in the match, anything for her precious “producer”. She has an uncanny knack for getting her ass smack dab involved in places it need not be, then again she has seemingly had a knack for choosing her friends. I hope she actually plans on fighting in her own stead for this upcoming match. I would hate for her to just get another damn proxy to fight for her because nothing screams legitimacy and intimidation like having someone else fight your match for you because you farted crossways.
Of course she can always hide behind Monty. He will always tell the princess what she wants to hear. Then again, if any two did deserve each other it would be them. He’s a neurotic megalomaniac and she likes attention and money. I just wish something stood out but the truth is she and I have crossed paths so many times, it always comes down to her thinking I’m an insect in her way, at least this cockroach holds a higher ranking strap for the moment. A strap…that I was more than willing to accept was beyond me and I was destined to just take my place as a background character. What twilight zone episode is this where I, of all people, am a champion? The cosmos capitulates in funny ways.
Not to take anything away from Monty. He is a threat in his own right. And so is Michelle. For all her backhanded scheming, two timing, and sharp tongue, she has always put her talent where her mouth is. I just hope she knows this old bitch as she so affectionately refers to me as needing a little more than a smart mouth and roleplaying as a Mean girl 24/7 to move my needle. Then again she doesn’t care. She’s riding high right now. In the back of her mind this meeting will end just the same as the last did. Maybe it will. Then I’m sure she would proudly shoehorn in her boyfriend, or the flavor of the month best friend she’s flitting around with, to face me. I welcome it. Who am I to turn my nose up to a challenge, especially one whom the great and mighty Michelle deems willing and far superior than to myself. It would be downright unsportsmanlike for me to want to adhere to the traditional hierarchy concept where the next person I face actually DID something to earn that right. Call me a sucker for tradition I guess.
Then again, what more could I expect when it comes to Johnny Boy in the bookers chair. Everything has a gimmick, somewhere there is always an angle. Resourceful, but ultimately a dog that only knows so many tricks before it gets old. Like a worn out piano that only knows three tunes, then repeats. His special brand of bullshit hooks just the right compulsive obsessive obnoxious tools and he doesn’t need to change the formula because he’s perfected his role.
A part of me thinks a match like this is his own little wet dream. Everyone knows how obsessed he was with Michelle with the Queen Bitch herself rolled into town. Salivating like a cartoon dog. He couldn’t keep her name out of his mouth. I mean if you overlook that whole kidnapping double cross bullshit. The same fixation he has always had on me. Me and that…
++I looked up. In a glass case on the wall rested an older style strap with PCW on it. My nostrils flared as I remembered the night I won it and the way Johnny took it. The resentment that burned in his eyes. I braced for an attack, but it never came. The icy cold, bitter glances continued everytime we cross paths. The way my name cut like jagged glass when it left his lips, that too persisted, but that beatdown I KNEW he wanted to give me, never came. I never got my boss fight. In due time. I looked down from the strap on the wall and tapped my nail tip against the gold plating++
Elizabeth: Don’t think I assume you have just let THAT go after all these years because I know better. A part of you even now is beaming with pride that I’m carrying around one of your illustrious straps, but yet somewhere down dark and cold, you seethe with rage remembering PCW. I’ll play along for now Johnny Boy.
Oh but what to do about Miss Michelle? Who on EARTH could I even start with as a viable, worthy opponent to face her. After all she is also a champion! An equal dare I say! If I were to win, where would I find such a capable and equal opponent? Oh who am I kidding I know exactly whose name is at the top of THAT fucking list and I can’t continue with a straight face. This match is a roulette match. Nothing more. Whoever wins gets to load and fire the chamber first. I could worry about what name out of her little black slut book she will pick or, I could just let the chips fall. I would have to face someone inevitably, and soon so why not let me and the top bitch tear at each other for the honor of picking how hard of a defense one of us gets. I mean it IS high stakes. SOMETHING is at risk! Drama, even manufactured drama, creates cash and I’m not above profiting off of a gimmick match. Only an idiot turns down easy money. Besides, I owe her a receipt for trying to get involved in that championship match. I get it, stand by your man and all, but bitch a little bit of you goes a long way.
I didn’t expect to be in this position but I will fight with a ferocity to defend that which I have earned. I know she will use a win in this to stick it to me. Can’t say I didn’t have the same idea. It is what it is. It goes however it is meant to go, with more than likely a little help from her friends because she’s a weak ass bitch that can’t build a career without piggybacking off someone else’s shoulders. Hey some of us ARE the business and some of us are just IN the business. I digress…one more time Michelle, this time with feeling. Even though we both know, this won’t be the last, will it?