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Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 6:50pm On Feb 10, 2016 |
[color=#000099][/color] FIRSTLY THIS STORY IS NOT A WORK OF MINE.IT BELONGS TO A FRIEND OF MINE IN THE STATES BY NAME Bobby Brandt, n WITH HIS PERMISSION I AM POSTING IT HERE CURSE I KNOW ITS AN AMAZING STORY. KINDLY ENJOY |
Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 6:58pm On Feb 10, 2016 |
Heavy Traffic Ch. 01
by BobbyBrandt ©
Some men deserve to die, but these
three deserved to spend the rest of their
miserable lives wishing they were dead.
Sean "Recon" Wallace heard the woman
screaming as soon as the doors to the
van had opened. Noticing headlights in
the pre-dawn darkness he had watched
the van driving to the remote cabin of
his neighbor Glenn Parker as he was
cutting through the woods on his way to
his own cabin about a mile farther into
the southwest Georgia wilderness. The
winding dirt road the van had chosen
only had one destination, and Sean
knew that Glenn neither invited guests
to his cabin, nor welcomed them.
Glenn's lack of hospitality wouldn't be
an issue however, because he was
currently in Washington, DC arguing a
court case on behalf of one of the
several Native American tribes that he
represented on a Pro Bono basis.
Glenn Parker took pride in the history of
his cabin and resisted any impulse to
improve upon its rustic nature. His
great-grandfather had built the cabin
out of hardwood logs that he had
harvested himself from the land
surrounding the site. The fireplace was
constructed from stones that had once
sat on the riverbed of the Flint River
before the Army Corp of Engineers had
dredged the channel to accommodate
deep draft vessels. There was no glass
in the windows, only shutters to open
and close as the weather dictated.
There was no running water, but there
was a well pump handle mounted over
the soap stone sink along the interior
rear wall of the cabin as well as one on
the side of the outhouse. Glenn would
often be found by Sean using a bow saw
to slice strips from a cedar log in order
to have replacement shingles for his
roof. The effort required to maintain the
old cabin wasn't extensive, and Sean
knew that Glenn relished the manual
labor involved after having spent his
professional career behind a desk or
standing in a courtroom.
Sean had left his own cabin well before
dawn to check his traps. He had
retrieved his captured prey and had
expected to be back to his cabin before
sunrise, but this diversion would
obviously delay his plans to leave for
the 250 mile drive to Atlanta. Tying his
trapped Muskrat carcasses to the
branch of a Live Oak tree, Sean had
quietly approached Glenn's cabin from
downwind as he had learned even
before his Marine Corp Force Recon
Training had tattooed the skill into his
conscious and unconscious thoughts. |
Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 6:59pm On Feb 10, 2016 |
Not that there was much wind on this
Wednesday morning in the middle of
May. Later in the afternoon, as the heat
of the day increased, the thunderstorms
common to the area would likely arrive
and bring with them gusts and possibly
tornadoes, although these tended to
stay to the north of this location. For
now, Sean was comfortable with the
temperature in the high sixties and the
pre-dawn skies clear.
Establishing an observation spot about
20 feet up on the branch of a Shagbark
Hickory that had already sprouted most
of its new growth leaves, he was in
position prior to the van's eventual
arrival, and he was well situated to
witness the intentions of the men by
both their words and their actions.
Reverting again to his training, Sean
assigned 'Tango' designations to each
of his targets. Tango One was acting as
a leader of the group, giving orders to
the other two as he used a knife to start
cutting the clothes from the woman. He
was just under six feet, early forties,
with a protruding forehead, dark Slavic
hair and caveman-like features. Tango
Two was about the same height and
build, but lighter in skin tone and hair
color. He was currently using a pry bar
to remove the padlock and hasp from
the door to Glenn's cabin. Tango Three
stood a few inches over six feet, was
thinner than his partners, but had the
same simian characteristics as his
associates. He alternated between
holding an automatic rifle on the woman
and unloading what appeared to be
camera equipment from the back of the
van.
The woman continued to scream and
struggle, but several brutal blows from
Tango One to her abdomen took the
sound out of her. Tango One had a
handful of her long brunette hair
wrapped into one of his fists as he
pulled her face to his and yelled at her,
"Just because I don't want any bruising
or signs of abuse visible before we
shoot our little movie, don't think for a
second that you won't experience great
pain if you fail to do exactly as you are
told. Do you understand me Bitch?"
Tango One lessened his grip on her hair
enough to allow her to respond with a
nod, and then tightened it again as
Tango Two got the cabin door open and
swung it wide for her to be pushed
inside. Sean heard her stumble and fall
into the cabin with the obvious sound of
furniture being overturned in the
process. When he saw one of the
Tangos was opening all the shutters
around the cabin, Sean quickly sought
an observation post that would allow
him to monitor the situation as it
developed inside the cabin. He realized
that this "green mission," where he
would only need to assess, report, call
in support and evade detection was
going to become a "black mission" very
soon, with him needing to neutralize the
targets and extricate the hostage.
Moving behind a large Laurel Oak tree
on the north side of the cabin, Sean had
a clear view through one of the
windows. The early pre-dawn
moonlight was coming through a west
facing window, allowing enough light for
the Tangos to navigate the cabin and for
Sean to observe their movements. He
watched as Tango Two moved the
overturned furniture out of their way
while Tango Three began setting up
lights and cameras, which Sean found
interesting since Glenn's rustic cabin
didn't have any electricity. Tango One
was still taunting and threatening the
woman with his knife, occasionally
cutting another piece of her clothing so
that it would fall away from her body.
With his advanced training in lethal and
non-lethal close quarter combat, Sean
really didn't need a weapon to be able to
handle all three of the Tangos. Seven
members of an al Qaeda terrorist group
had the misfortune of running into Sean
while they were attempting to breach
the American Embassy in Tanzania. It
had been a slaughter. All seven
terrorists, each tough, hardened and
armed, were dead within five minutes.
Sean never even pulled his gun. He did
it all with his hands, elbows and feet,
moving with a speed, precision and
power that the other Marine guards—
with all their world travels—had never
before encountered.
Sean did have his Sharpfinger hunting
knife if circumstances required, but he
saw an opportunity to disarm and
secure the Tangos without any struggle
at all. Picking up a thin but sturdy eight
inch piece of fallen tree branch about
one-half inch in diameter and sliding
around the cabin to the front porch,
Sean tested the stability of the planks as
he stepped lightly on the first one. He
detected no sound or obvious vibration
from his movement. Using this same
degree of care and skill, he continued up
on the porch and waited just outside the
open door. Tango Two had pulled the
mattress off Glenn's bed and placed it in
the center of the room. Tango Three
was moving back towards the door
while facing his partners inside the
room. |
Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 7:01pm On Feb 10, 2016 |
Once Tango Three was positioned with
his body fully in the center of the
doorframe with one of the cameras and
had turned on the bright battery
powered light affixed to it, Sean
crouched behind him and pressed the
hard piece of tree branch into his groin
from behind. As Tango Three froze at
the feeling of what he thought was the
barrel of a gun against his privates,
Sean quickly pulled the automatic rifle
from his shoulder where it had hung by
its strap while filming was getting
prepared.
Tango One was preoccupied preparing
the woman for their first scene, while
Tango Two had begun undressing. Sean
put the rifle on "single shot" and fired
one round into the rafters above the
room. Pushing Tango Three before him
into the room, the camera clattered to
the floor where the light shattered and
extinguished. Having been behind the
camera light, Sean's eyes adjusted to
the loss much quicker than the others in
the room. Sean saw that Tango One had
pulled the woman in front of himself as a
shield, holding her hair with his left
hand as he raised the knife menacingly
with his right hand.
With a speed of motion that surprised
even Sean, the woman pivoted on her
right foot, while at the same time
digging the fingernails from both hands
into the wrist holding the knife and
pushing it away from her. Before Tango
One could respond by yanking the
woman's hair, she had brought her left
knee into his groin. As her knee
connected, Tango One grunted and
released both her hair and the knife as
he doubled over in pain. The woman
quickly scurried away from his reach,
retrieving the knife from the floor as she
stood with her back against the wall
brandishing the weapon in a defensive
posture.
While the smell of cordite filled the
morning air, Sean kept the rifle trained
on the three Tangos as he motioned for
the woman to come to him. She looked
drawn and frightened, but after some
initial hesitation, she moved around the
periphery of the room to the door of the
cabin with Sean standing between her
and the three men.
She never took her eyes from Sean as
she moved towards him. He was
shorter than any of the three other men,
probably around five foot ten inches, but
he seemed so much bigger than them.
She noted his long sandy colored hair,
handsome facial features underneath
several days of unshaven growth, broad
shoulders and slim muscular physique.
He was wearing blue jeans, low-rise
leather hiking boots, and a tan fishing
vest over a white polo shirt. While not
muscle-bound, he exuded a strength
such as she had never seen before in a
man. If he wasn't the best looking man
she had ever seen, which she suspected
he might be, he was definitely the man
she had the hardest time taking her
eyes off of.
Her first impression upon looking into
his dark blue eyes, even in the dim light
available, was one of a feral beast who
had been wounded or cornered. An
almost inhuman rage emanated from
his expression towards the other men.
She thought that it must be making the
blood in the marrow of the men congeal
with fright, but she instinctively knew
that she was safe with him. Visions of
heroes from all the romance novels she
had read as a teenager came to mind,
but this man surpassed images from
any of those books. His radiated
strength and confidence made her feel
instantly safe and secure. There was
also a familiarity to him that she could
not explain. Like the arrow of a
compass, she was drawn in his
direction as if he were her magnetic
north. She knew that she had never
seen this man before - she would have
definitely remembered him.
"Wallets on the floor. Now!" Sean
ordered as he brushed some of his hair
off his face..
Tango Two and Three quickly removed
their wallets and tossed them onto the
floor at Sean's feet. Tango One was still
recovering from the woman's assault,
so he was slower to respond. With
obvious effort, he straightened enough
to reach into the rear pocket of his
pants, removed his wallet and tossed it
on the floor with the others.
"Now, I want the three of you in a
kneeling position on the floor where you
will interlock your ankles and remain
perfectly still. Once situated, you will
each place your hands on top of your
heads."
When the three men were in a controlled
position on the wooden plank floor,
Sean knelt and began reviewing their
identification within each wallet. "If the
names on your driver's licenses are
correct you all have names of Slavic
origin. Are any of you United States
citizens?"
Tango One and Three just shook their
heads, but Tango Two added in heavily
accented English, "Green Cards. We're
in the country legally."
Sean tucked some loose hairs behind
his ear and checked the wallets further
finding current permanent resident
identification cards for each under the
same names as on the driver's
licenses.
"Too bad," Sean said. "Permanent
residency does not equal citizenship,
and that means that you are all still
foreign nationals, which under the
current Presidential Finding on
Domestic Terrorism means that you are
not afforded the protections under our
Constitution guaranteed to citizens.
There are more than thirty very painful
ways I could kill each of you, but as
long as you do what I tell you, I promise
you will leave this cabin alive."
The three men nodded in silent
acceptance of their situation. Sean told
Tangos Two and Three to return the
mattress to Glenn's bed and then
resume their positions next to Tango
One. With the mattress on the bed, Sean
motioned towards it and asked the
woman to go sit on the bed while he
dealt with their prisoners. She hesitated
for a moment as she considered how
far away from her savior she felt
comfortable with while the three men
were still in the cabin with them.
Trusting that this stranger had them
secure enough to send her away from
him, and still holding the knife, she
moved to the bed as he requested.
"Take off your belts," Sean instructed
the three Tangos.
Tangos Two and Three complied
quickly, but Tango One struggled to
remove his belt with the continuing pain
in his groin. Sean assumed that her
blow had not only been well placed, but
that it was also delivered with
significant power for the man to still be
in so much pain. Once all the belts were
loose Sean had Tango Three secure
Tango One and Tango Two's hands in
front of their bodies with the belts,
followed by Tango Two using his
secured hands to also secure those of
Tango Three in the same fashion.
"Okay," said Sean, "I want each of you
to now lay face down on the floor in
front of you."
It took some effort for Tango One, but in
quick order all three were in a supine
position with their hands stretched out
in front of their heads and their ankles
still interlocked. Sean knelt on his
haunches in front of the men and started
asking them questions. "Why did you
choose this cabin as the site for your
little project," he asked.
Tango Two answered, "We were told it
was remote and that the owner would
not be here today."
"Who told you this?" asked Sean.
"I do not know his name and we never
met him," said Tango Two, "but he is
the one who provided us with the van
and the gun."
Sean considered this then asked, "How
were you supposed to return the van to
him?"
"We weren't," was the answer. "It is
stolen and we were just supposed to
abandon it when we were through.
"How did you contact each other?" Sean
continued.
"When we paid for the girl, a cell phone
was given to us with a pre-programmed
number for us to call."
"Why don't we start at the beginning,"
Sean said. "Explain to me how you
came to purchase this young lady."
Tango Two motioned to Tango One and
said, "Andre received a message last
week that a cargo shipment included an
attractive Australian girl who was
untraceable. We have been using girls
from the Czech Republic, Slovakia and
Romania for mainstream pornographic
movies, but when we learned that this
girl would be untraceable, we decided to
use her for the production of a snuff
film."
"How did you arrange for payment?"
asked Sean.
"We handed $20,000 to the crewmen
who brought her to us from the ship,"
said Tango Two. "The one who counted
the money then gave us the cell phone."
"How did your contact know that you
would need the use of a van?"
"Andre had mentioned it when the
location for the purchase was
communicated to him," said Tango
Two.
"And how were the details of the
purchase communicated?" Sean asked.
"There is a website for amateur
photographers to post ads listing items
they either need to buy or want to sell.
Coded communications are posted
between buyer and seller if you know
where to look."
Sean had heard of such sites before
being used for all sorts of illicit
activities. "What is the name of this
website?"
Tango Two thought for a minute and
replied, "tornwallpaper.eu".
"Is there anything further you wish to
tell me?" asked Sean
"That's all we know," said Tango Two.
Sean stood, approached them and
coaxed Tangos Two and Three to move
farther away from Tango One so that
eventually, there was approximately a
two foot space between each of their
bodies. Stepping into the space between
Tangos Two and Three, Sean laid the
rifle aside. He brushed more hair out of
his face and then stood facing the same
direction that they were laying and
adjusted his position until he was
satisfied. Without further warning, he
seemed to lose all support in his legs as
his 170 pound body suddenly dropped;
his fall being broken only by the contact
of each of his elbows into the spines of
the two men. The kinetic energy of his
elbow joint striking the lowest
indentation of their backs, exactly where
the Th6 and Th7 vertebrae were located
resulted in the expected "SNAP' sound
of breaking bone. Before their screams
of pain could reach a zenith, Sean
quickly moved over to Tango One and
repeated the elbow strike to the same
spot on his spine with the same report
in return.
Sean retrieved the rifle, wiped his
fingerprints from it and then hung it on a
hook next to the front door. Looking
over to the woman sitting on the bed,
Sean considered her situation. She had
a few scrapes and bruises on her body,
and she appeared slightly malnourished
as her ribs were more prominent than
they should have been, but otherwise
she appeared uninjured. All that
remained of her clothing was her bra
with both shoulder straps cut and her
white panties. She held the knife in her
lap as she sat watching him.
She was a very attractive young woman
he thought. Her hair was a mess due to
the treatment it had received from
Tango One, but he could see that it still
flattered her facial features, or maybe it
was her facial features that flattered her
hair. Regardless, she appeared to be in
her mid-twenties, with a slender athletic
body on her five foot six frame. Her
breasts were properly proportioned to
her shape, and Sean guessed that they
were either large 'B' or small 'C' cups.
He judged by the way that their weight
did not cause her bra to droop with the
straps cut that they were as firm and
pert as the rest of her appeared to be.
His assessment was deliberately limited
to her physical condition, but by the
way she held herself before him, there
was something about her innocent, yet
regal bearing that piqued his interest in
several ways.
Sean went to the cedar chest at the foot
of Glenn's bed and opened it as the
woman continued to silently watch his
movements. Rummaging through it for
a few minutes, he produced a pair of
sweat pants and a T-shirt that while a
bit large for the woman, they would
provide her with temporary modesty
until more appropriate clothing could be
located for her. Tucking some more of
his long hair behind an ear with one
hand, he handed the garments to the
woman with his other and asked her,
"Did you have any shoes?"
She set the knife on the bed and shook
her head before pulling the T-shirt over
it. Sean looked around the cabin and
found a pair of flip-flop sandals that
Glenn probably used when he had to
visit his outhouse during the night.
Again, these would be too large for the
woman, but they would serve until other
footwear could be obtained. Sean
brought the sandals to her and laid
them at her feet as she finished slipping
on the sweatpants. The bottom of the
pants hung about three inches below
her heels and Sean noticed that she had
them pulled up as far at her waist as
was possible.
"Would you like me to roll up the bottom
of the pants for you?" He asked her in
the most soothing voice he could
muster. "It might make it easier for you
to walk until I can find you something
else to wear."
She looked in his eyes and saw a
noticeable change from the earlier
"beast", so she nodded in response.
"Good," he said. "Why don't you sit
back on the bed for a minute and we'll
make quick work of this for you." |
Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 7:03pm On Feb 10, 2016 |
When she saw that his intentions were
just to correct the length of her pant
legs, she eased back until she was
seated once more on the edge of the
bed. She had picked the knife up and
again held it in her lap as she watched
his movements. She didn't hold the knife
out of fear, she held it simply to keep
track of where it was.
Sean began with one leg, rolling the
fleecy material up until it reached the
bottom of her ankle. When he released
the material, he noticed that it almost
immediately started to unroll itself.
Considering the lightweight nature of the
pants, he was going to need to secure
the rolled up section with something to
keep it in place. After a few seconds of
thought, he reached into his fishing vest
and pulled out a pre-strung fish hook.
Using the fish hook and short strand of
line much like a needle and thread, he
ran a couple of loops of line through the
front and back of the rolled material,
tying each off with a simple Uni-knot.
Satisfied with the results, he repeated
the same process with the other pant
leg.
"You obviously speak English, right?" It
wasn't really a question.
She gave her first small smile as she
said, "I speak Australian English, and so
I would be more concerned with you
understanding me." The smile she
blessed him with had been designed in
heaven for angels to wear. He knew at
that instant that he would strive to see
her smile as often as possible.
Sean returned her smile and said, "I
have spent a lot of time with the
Australian Special Air Service Regiment
but none of them spoke in such a sweet
accent as yours. Are you okay
physically or do you require further
medical treatment?"
"I'm fine thanks to you," she said.
"Where did you come from?"
Sean stood and walked over to the open
door. After looking outside for a minute
he motioned her to join him on the
porch before he responded quietly. "I
have a cabin about a mile from here. I
was returning from checking my traps
when I saw the van heading down the
dirt road leading here and knowing that
Glenn Parker, who owns this cabin, was
on a business trip, I decided to
investigate."
"I'm glad you did," she said. Glancing
back in at the three men on the floor
she added, "Did you hear what they
intended to do?"
Sean also glanced down at the three
Tangos on the floor. Their initial pain
had rendered them virtually
unconscious but an occasional moan
could still be heard. Two of the men had
visibly evacuated their bladders and
from the smell, at least one had also
released his bowels. He nodded at the
woman in response and said, "I suspect
that you would have eventually saved
yourself, but I'm glad to have been able
to assist."
"Did you just break their spines?" she
asked.
Sean studied her face and saw that
simple curiosity was the only evident
expression present. "Yes I did. I
promised them that they would leave
this cabin alive, but I couldn't live with
myself if I left them capable of ever
doing what they had planned for you on
some other woman in the future."
She nodded, walked across the porch to
the open door and stuck the knife into
the wood planks next to the door jam,
looked Sean directly in the eyes and
said, "Thank you."
"Where did you come from?" Sean
asked her. "I mean I assume you're
originally from Australia, but how did
you come to meet up with this group?"
"I was working as a nurse for an all-girl
orphanage in East Timor. On a trip from
the orphanage in the Manufahi District
to the capital in Dili, our bus was
captured by slave traders. Originally,
the traders were going to kill me, but
they decided to keep me with the girls to
help care for them until they could be
sold into slavery. I later learned that
they decided that I had a market value
of my own, so once the ship we were on
reached its destination, I was separated
from the girls and sold to those men."
"Why would they consider you
'untraceable'?" he asked. "Wouldn't
somebody miss you?"
"Right after we were captured I was
asked who I was and if I had any family
who would pay a ransom for my
release. When I told them that I had no
family, they stopped asking questions
and I was never able to tell them that I
had others who would pay for my
return."
"How long had these men had you?"
Sean asked.
"They bought me this morning," she
said, looking out into the early morning
darkness in front of the cabin. "We had
been on the ship for more than a month
by my count of the days. I didn't realize
I was in the United States until you
mentioned to those men that they were
not citizens of this country. Where
exactly am I in your country?"
"What?" he asked in amazement. "You
mean the ship that you were on came
here? You're in the State of Georgia -
the very southwest corner. Do you know
where that is?" He had assumed that
the men had picked her up along the
coast and driven her here.
"Not really, but it doesn't matter right
now. I know approximately where
Atlanta, Georgia is because of the
Olympics being held there, but that's
the extent of my geographic knowledge.
The ship didn't dock as far as I know. I
was placed into a small motor boat and
brought to shore where these men were
waiting for us, signaling the men in the
boat with flashlights. We only drove for
what seemed to be an hour or less
before arriving here so we couldn't have
come too far. It was dark and I was on
the floor in the back of the van so I don't
know the route they took or anything." |
Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 7:04pm On Feb 10, 2016 |
Sean considered this information. He
knew that Lake Seminole was part of
the Apalachicola waterway, providing
deep-water port access as far inland as
Columbus, Georgia. The marshy coves
and inlets north of Recovery, Georgia is
where he had been setting his traps and
would be a likely location for the
transaction the woman and Tango Two
had mentioned.
"Were the orphan girls still on the ship
when you were taken off?" he asked her.
"Yes, they were and they were very
frightened to see me being taken from
them."
"Do you happen to know the name of
the ship you were on, or can you
describe it?" Sean prodded.
"I think it was called the 'Costa Verde'
because I saw that name painted on the
life boats hanging from the side of the
ship when the motor boat that had come
out to meet us pulled away from the
side of the ship as it brought me to land.
I do know it flew a Portuguese flag."
"That's a good start," Sean said. "Now
we need to decide on what to do with
you. I assume that you don't want to
wait here with these men until I can
send someone back to pick them up?"
"That would not be my first choice," she
admitted. "Can't you use the cell phone
in the van to call for help?"
"There is no cellular service out here,"
he told her. "I have a land line at my
cabin, but it's a mile walk through the
woods and your footwear wouldn't
handle that trip."
"Why can't we drive there in the van?"
"There are several reasons. First of all,
my treatment of those men could be
viewed as criminal by the local
authorities, so the less my involvement
is known, the better. Secondly, the van
is stolen and is technically part of the
crime scene here now. Plus, by the time
we drove back up Glenn's drive to the
road and then took it to the drive
leading to my cabin we could already be
most of the way there following the path
through the woods."
She considered this, and then looked at
the feet of each of her three captors.
She then walked over to Tango Three
and ignoring the stench in the room,
pulled off one of his shoes and held the
sole against the bottom of her foot.
Appearing satisfied, she proceeded to
pull off the other shoe, along with his
socks from both feet. Sean simply
watched her with interest. He sensed
that spending time with her would be an
adventure.
"Were there any socks in the chest
where you found these items?" she
asked, indicating the garments that
Sean had found for her. She walked out
the door and onto the front porch.
"There were some, but you have the
socks from him," Sean said as he
pointed to Tango Three.
"I'll use those to take up space inside
the shoes because they're too big for
me, but I would prefer that my skin
didn't have to touch them."
Sean continued to admire her spirit as
she seemed to be recovering from her
ordeal. "Let me see what I can find for
you." Holding his hair out of his face
again as he looked down, he searched
through the cedar chest until he found a
pair of white crew socks, joined her on
the porch and handed them to her.
"Thank you... What is your name by the
way?"
Sean made sure that the Tangos were
not able to hear their conversation
before responding, "I guess that might
help. My name is Sean Wallace, but my
friends call me 'Recon'."
Sean didn't hear her gasp, but he did
see her raise her eyebrows and smile as
she sat on the front steps of the cabin
and began to pull the crew socks onto
her feet. "I can't tell you what a
pleasure it is to meet you, Sean
Wallace. My name is Amanda, but I also
answer to 'Mandy' if I like the person
using the name. By the way, I like you. I
like you heaps, so call me anything you
want."
"I think I'll start with Amanda and see
how it rolls off my tongue for a while if
that's okay with you," he said."
She finished with the socks and began
preparing the shoes, "Try it. Let me hear
how my name rolls off your tongue. I've
never heard my name spoken with an
American accent."
Sean appeased her and said, "Amanda
is a beautiful name and I'm certain it
sounds wonderful with any accent."
"Thank you," she said. "It sounds
strange, but not unpleasant. I could get
used to you using it."
"How do the shoes feel?" Sean asked as
she finished tying them and stood.
"Good enough for now," she said. "I
wouldn't want to have to run far in
them, but they should be able to get me
to your cabin without any blisters,
turned ankles, or much tripping. So do
you plan to just leave these men here
for now?"
"Sure," Sean said as he pushed the door
of the cabin closed and stuck the knife
into the door jamb to hold it shut. He
wiped his fingerprints from the handle
and continued, "They're not going
anywhere and the local Sheriff should be
able to get people out to collect them
before any of the wildlife around here
become brave enough to enter the
cabin. Are you ready?"
Amanda walked over and took his hand.
"Ready Sean." |
Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 8:22pm On Feb 10, 2016 |
Heavy Traffic Ch. 02
by BobbyBrandt ©
When she took his hand, they both felt
something different.
It was like a switch had been thrown
with her touch. Sean suddenly felt like
he had more blood in his body than he
had had just a minute ago, and he could
almost swear that he felt it warming as
it rose up his arm, through his shoulder,
and further into his body and soul. He
didn't understand it, but he took notice
of it and enjoyed brief thoughts of what
it foretold.
Amanda felt strength in Sean's touch
such as she had never experienced
before. While she had held the hands of
a few ranch workers and other men who
had tough, strong, calloused hands; in
Sean's she felt what she could only
describe as the strength of a warrior
rather than just a man. Feeling tender
pressure from him against her skin, she
knew that this hand held enough power
to literally crush her own hand if he
chose to. It felt like she was holding
warm leather covered steel, but she
knew she was safe - safer than she had
ever been in her life as long as she held
this hand.
After leaving Glenn Parker's cabin, Sean
had led her to the tree where he had left
his trapped Muskrats and then to the
partially beaten path that led to his
cabin. Sean noted that she had not
reacted to the carcasses, and merely
accepted them with indifference as if
she had some familiarity with dead
game. The sun had started rising so
there was adequate light for their hike.
They had only been walking about ten
minutes when her need for conversation
could no longer be denied. The path
was too narrow for them to walk side by
side, so she was slightly behind Sean as
she maintained a hold on his hand and
let him lead her through the low tree
branches, bushes, and fallen logs
littering the ground.
"Where did you get the nickname
'Recon'?" Amanda asked.
"It's short for 'reconnaissance'," he told
her as he continued to fuss with
attempts to keep his hair out of his face.
"I have always been good at tracking
animals while hunting and sneaking up
on them without being detected. That
combined with my patience waiting for
my target to be in the right position for a
single-shot kill earned me the
nickname. A lot of people think it's
because I was part of the Marine Corp
Force Recon, but I had the nickname
years before joining the Corp."
Sean had spent six years in the Marines
after college. After boot camp, he had
gone directly into Officer Candidate
School where one of his instructors
learned about Sean's training in Hsing-
I, one of the famed Chinese internal
martial arts and got him involved in the
Marine Corp Martial Arts Program. He
rose quickly through the degrees of the
Marine Corp program, introducing
several new techniques that were
adopted and integrated into the
regiment, becoming one of only ten
Instructor Trainer Qualified Black Belts
even before graduating from OCS. After
a tour in Afghanistan, Sean was
assigned as an instructor in close-
quarter combat for the Marine Corp's
Embassy Security Group, traveling
around the world evaluating and
upgrading the capabilities of Marines
assigned to protect American
Embassies and diplomats in foreign
lands.
"Were you raised near here in the
wilderness?" she asked. The sun was
starting to rise so that Amanda could
now see more than dark shadows in the
shapes of trees and shrubs.
Sean laughed. "No, I was raised in two
different places. With my mom, we lived
in a suburb of Atlanta called Johns
Creek. It was a pretty basic middle-
class neighborhood and upbringing.
With my dad, I lived in a mansion on a
two hundred year-old estate along the
Cumberland River that has been in his
family for generations. It's located
outside of Nashville, Tennessee and my
time there was all high-society and
pampered materialism at its finest."
"So your parents were divorced?"
"Actually, no," he said. "My mom and
dad had a kind of 'serial' relationship.
They loved each other till their dying
day, but their differing views on what
constituted 'the good life' made it
impossible for them to live together.
While they couldn't seem to live
together for long periods of time, my
parents remained married and neither of
them ever strayed outside their vows to
each other. I think they actually spent
more quality time together as a couple
than most married people who live
together and see each other every day
of the week. We took all of our family
vacations together, spent every holiday
together, they both were equally active
in raising me and as long as we weren't
in either's 'home turf', you would never
guess that they were not the perfect
couple."
"Any brothers or sisters?" she asked.
"No, just me."
"You said 'till their dying day'. I'll
understand if you don't want to talk
about it, but did they both die?"
Sean nodded. "Yeah, about three years
ago. I was in the Corp at the time. They
were taking an around the world sailing
vacation on a yacht with some friends.
Their yacht was captured by pirates -
actually near East Timor, and even
though the ransom was paid, they were
all executed."
"Oh Sean, how awful. Were the pirates
ever brought to justice?"
Sean simply looked down at her and
nodded. The look in his eyes as he
confirmed that justice had been served
left no doubt in her mind who had
meted out the justice for his parents.
"You told my captors that you were no
longer in the Marines. What do you do
now?"
"Right now? Well until I stumbled upon
you, I have been sort of hibernating," he
told her. "For the last ten months or so I
have been soul searching and building
my resolve to face the responsibilities
that await me."
"What sort of responsibilities do you
face?"
"Running the family business," Sean
said, and the tone of his voice told
Amanda that this was not a subject that
she should pursue right at that time.
"I understand," is all Amanda said.
Sean continued walking and looked over
his shoulder at her. He was feeling an
almost visceral connection to this
woman. When she didn't question him
further on his revelation, he realized that
maybe she really did understand. |
Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 8:27pm On Feb 10, 2016 |
Although she felt that she knew the
answer already, Amanda caressed his
hand with her thumb and asked the
question anyway, "Do you have anyone
that you can share your responsibilities
with, someone who you can trust, like
other rellies or friends?"
"Rellies?
"Sorry," Amanda giggled. "Relatives."
Sean squeezed her hand in return but
didn't otherwise reply to her question.
Simultaneously, he thought to himself, "I
might have just found someone."
She started to ask him another question,
but he stopped her. "Amanda,
surprising as it is to me, I don't mind
discussing my life with you, but we
need to do it some other time. Right
now we should focus on you telling me
as much as you can remember about
the ship, its layout, the number of girls
onboard, the number of captors, and
any weapons that they may have."
"Of course, I'm sorry," she said. "I told
you all I know about the possible name
of the ship. It was an intermodal
container carrier vessel with the deck
covered in loaded carrier trailers. I don't
know how large the crew is for the ship,
or if they even knew about the girls and
I being transported on the ship. Our
only contact was with the six traders
that originally took us from the bus.
They had placed us into a container in, I
assume Dili, which was then loaded
onto the ship with a crane. The interior
of the container had straw mats for us
to lie on and two buckets for us to use
as a dunnie, or toilet. There were twenty
five girls with me, ranging in age from
six to fifteen. Once a day, two of the
traders would partially open the door to
the container. The combination of
traders varied from day to day, but I
never saw more than six different faces.
One would point a rifle at us while the
other one came in and swapped out the
buckets with clean ones. After that, they
would bring us a big bowl of boiled rice
and a gallon jug of water for us to share.
Occasionally they would toss in some
raw fish, and I tried to share the meager
protein among the girls, but there
wasn't always enough for each of them
to have some."
"Only one of them had a rifle when they
came to the container?" Sean asked.
"Yes," she confirmed, "and now that you
mention it, even when they were
commandeering our bus, only two of the
traders that day had guns. The rest had
machetes or knives only."
"Did you notice anything else about the
container, such as any name or
identifying markings on it that would
allow us to find it amongst all the others
on the ship?"
"It was dark when I was taken out and
put into the motor boat, but I did notice
that the container was sort of a rust
orange or red color and we were pretty
close to the back of the ship because
they didn't have to walk me far on the
deck before making me climb down a
ladder hung over the side. Also, the
containers are stacked three high and
ours was on the bottom, sitting right on
the deck."
"Great info Amanda," he said in praise,
"This will all be helpful once we locate
the ship. You said that you didn't know
if the crew was even aware of you and
the girls being on the ship. Why do you
think that?"
She thought about his question before
answering. "I got the impression that
the traders were trying to keep us
secret. For example, every time they
opened the door to the container, the
very first thing they told us was that if
anyone made a sound, we would all be
punished. This seemed strange for a
ship in the middle of the ocean since no
one could hear us except the crew.
When we were passing through what I
now assume was the Panama Canal,
two of the traders stayed in the
container with us to insure that no one
made any noise. Then, when they were
taking me from the container to the
motor boat, they kept our path very
close to the containers and they were
very diligent in their efforts for us not to
be seen by anyone else on the ship."
"So you never heard any discussions on
where the ship was headed?"
"No, I'm sorry," she said.
Sean reviewed and tried to organize
what they did know as they walked the
last thousand yards to his cabin. The
house sat in a clearing that left natural
growth meadows extending from the
structure more than 100 feet to the
nearest trees. It was even more remote
than Glenn Parker's, but unlike Glenn,
Sean's cabin was approximately 2000
square feet of professionally
constructed log cabin ranch house, had
indoor plumbing, running water, a
satellite dish on the roof and a diesel
generator running in a shed set off from
the cabin which provided him with all
the electricity required for today's
modern conveniences. There was a
detached garage that appeared large
enough for at least three full size
vehicles. Solar panels were creatively
integrated into the roof of all the
structures. Although it had a rustic
appearance, Amanda thought calling
this house a cabin was akin to calling
the Pacific Ocean a 'Sea'.
Sean unlocked the front door, disabled
the alarm and held it open for Amanda
to enter. Her first impression, based
solely upon television shows she had
seen, was that she had entered a typical
suburban American home with a large
screen television mounted above the
fireplace, beautiful hardwood floors
covered strategically with oriental rugs
and a very modern and well equipped
kitchen visible through a cutout across
the living room. The space was clean
and tidy; not at all what one would
expect for the domicile of the
outdoorsman that Sean appeared to be.
Amanda stopped to examine a large
photo portrait on one wall that showed
a handsome man in his forties, a
beautiful young woman with blonde hair,
and a teenage Sean between them.
Sean's features were obviously shared
from his parents, but he definitely had
his mother's eyes and his father's
smile.
"Are these your parents?" she asked.
"Yes, that picture was taken just after
my sixteenth birthday."
"What were their names?"
"Edward Sean Wallace and Allison
Elizabeth Askew-Wallace," said Sean.
"They went by 'Eddie' and 'Allie'."
"Your mother appears much younger
than your father. What was the age
difference between them?"
Sean laughed and said, "I'm sure she
would love to hear you say that. She
was actually thirteen days older than my
father."
"Wow!" is all Amanda said as she
continued exploring the room while
following Sean into the house. Amanda
was particularly intrigued by the
prominent role in the living room played
by the largest stuffed Teddy Bear that
she had ever seen. The large, black
stuffed bear sat on what looked like a
specially built milking stool and would
be spotlighted by a recessed bulb in the
ceiling had it been turned on. Positioned
in a sitting pose on the stool, it was still
taller than Amanda standing before it.
"Someone like Teddy Bears?" she
asked.
Without expression on his face, Sean
replied, "My Uncle Kirby gave that to me
years ago as a sort of joke." He left his
explanation there and proceeded into
the kitchen area with Amanda following.
Sean's cabin had been built by his father
as a private get-away for his
grandparents, but his grandfather had
died before they ever got a chance to
use it. The two thousand square foot
"cabin" was designed and built with the
comfort of Sean's paternal grandmother
in mind, knowing that she would not
accept anything too rustic, regardless of
how remote it might be. Sean believed
that this was probably the only
residence of any kind within a hundred
miles that had a room designated for a
maid, although it had never been used
for that purpose. He didn't share any of
this with Amanda.
Sean arrived in the kitchen and put the
Muskrats into the freezer. "They'll hold
there until I get a chance to deal with
them further."
"What do you do with them?" Amanda
asked as she followed him into the
kitchen. The area was lit from above by
a leaded-glass skylight that brought the
early morning sunshine warmly into the
room.
"I sell them to a dealer in Bainbridge
who in turn sells them to the cooks on
ships, mostly from Southeast Asian
countries. Both the fur of the Muskrat as
well as the meat are highly valued by
the crews of these ships. Would you like
something to eat or drink?"
"Do you have any eggs?" she asked.
"I'm starving, but I probably shouldn't
eat anything too solid or rich after the
limited diet we have had for the past
several weeks. Is that how you make
your living, selling animals to the
ships?"
"I think I have a couple of eggs left in
the door of the refrigerator," he said.
Ignoring her other question he asked,
"Would scrambled eggs be okay?"
She noticed that he had avoided her
question about how he made a living,
but let it pass. If this was actually his
cabin, he had some source of income
and what it was didn't matter to her just
then. "Scrambled eggs would be
wonderful." she told him.
"I have been trying to use up most of
my food because I had planned on
heading to Atlanta today. I didn't want
to leave too much here to spoil before I
came back, so you would be doing me a
favor by eating anything you find that
suits your taste." Sean pulled a skillet
off the overhead rack above the island
stove, retrieved a bowl from a cupboard,
and then the two last eggs from the
refrigerator. Amanda took the eggs from
his hand and assumed a position in
front of the bowl where she proceeded
to break the eggs into it. Sean handed
her a whisk before turning the burner on
beneath the skillet on the stove.
Amanda took a dab of butter from the
dish in the refrigerator and added it to
the skillet.
Accepting that Amanda was comfortable
preparing her own meal, Sean
announced, "I'm going to take a quick
shower if you're okay here for a
minute."
"Go ahead," Amanda said. "Don't worry
about me."
"Thanks. Make yourself at home." Sean
walked out of the kitchen and down a
hallway out of sight. Amanda watched
him as he went, and could sense a loss
of something undefined for her as each
step took him farther away.
Amanda was sitting on a stool at the
kitchen counter starting to eat her eggs
when Sean returned from his shower.
She had found some bread and also
made herself some plain toast to have
with her eggs. His hair was still damp,
combed back, tucked behind his ears on
each side and hanging well over his
collar in back. He was clean shaven and
had changed into a mint green polo shirt
and clean blue jean pants. His hiking
boots had been replaced by a pair of
athletic shoes but his casual
appearance did little to diminish the
strength and security that Amanda felt
in his presence. She also couldn't ignore
how much this man had flamed her
blood from the moment she had set
eyes on him.
Sean pulled out a stool as he placed his
land line phone onto the counter
between them. He took a seat on a
stool, hit the speaker phone button and
the silence in the room was filled with a
dial tone. Checking his memory against
a slip of paper pinned to his bulletin
board, Sean dialed a long distant
number. Amanda continued to eat her
eggs and examine the cabin as Sean
initiated his call.
"Parker," was the response as his call
was answered.
"Glenn, this is Sean. Sorry to call so
early. Are you free to talk? Something
has happened at your cabin that I need
to bring you up to speed on fast."
"Hang on," Glenn said and they heard
him briskly dismissing whoever he had
been with when the call had been
answered. "Okay Sean, fill me in."
"Glenn, we need to start with this
conversation being privileged. I know
you're semi-retired, but your firm still
represents me." Sean, with an
occasional uninvited contribution from
Amanda, relayed the events of the
morning to Glenn, up to the point where
they had left three permanently
paralyzed men sprawled across Glenn
Parker's cabin floor.
Sean then threw a bigger surprise to
Parker when he asked, "Glenn, who
besides me did you tell that you would
be out of town today? This is important
because the Tangos said that they were
specifically told that they could use your
cabin since you wouldn't be there."
"Why do I think you may know the
answer to your own question Sean?
Other than you when you're around,
Morgan Smith is the only other person I
ever tell."
Sean nodded at the phone and then
said, "What do you think the reaction
from our illustrious County Sheriff will be
when he receives a report that three
men intended to produce a snuff film in
the cabin that he was only one of three
people who knew it would be
unoccupied today?"
Without waiting for Glenn to answer,
Sean continued, "You know that I have
never seen eye to eye with Morgan, and
if he thinks he can pin something on me
for taking what I'm sure he'll define as
vigilante action against those men, he is
likely to try. I'm going to take a different
route with this, so please keep things
under your hat until you hear back from
me."
"You're not going to have a lot of
options open to you in Seminole
County," Glenn said. "No other state
authorities will get involved without
Morgan requesting them to."
"Let me handle this Glenn," Sean said.
"When are you due to return?"
"I'm not scheduled to return until Friday
but now I'm thinking of cutting things
short and heading back tomorrow."
"Hold off until you hear from me, okay?
There's nothing here that requires your
attention that urgently."
"Alright," Glenn said, "but please keep
me posted."
"I will Glenn. Bye."
Sean disconnected the call and after
making sure that Amanda had settled
down across from him and wouldn't
need him for anything, he dialed another
number.
"Wallace."
"Uncle Kirby, this is Sean. Have you got
a minute?"
"Sure Sean," his uncle said. "To what
do I owe this pleasure?
"No pleasure so far. Let me tell you
about my morning and get your
advice..."
Kirby Wallace worked officially for
Brandt Consulting, which provided cover
as the company being a contractor for
the Department of Homeland Security.
In reality, Kirby Wallace was Deputy
Director of Operations for DHS,
responsible for pre-emptive strategies
and tactics to thwart attacks against the
United States. |
Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 8:01am On Feb 11, 2016 |
Once more Sean relayed the details of
the events, only this time Amanda
remained silent as she ate a slice of
toast. When he was finished he then
added the reason for his call to his
uncle.
"Uncle Kirby, the Tangos said that they
were told to use Glenn Parker's cabin
because it was remote and it would be
unoccupied today. Right before calling
you I spoke with Glenn and verified that
he only told two people of his planned
business trip. I was one of them and
Morgan Smith, Sheriff of Seminole
County was the other. If I now report the
events to Morgan, I'm afraid that he
may take action against me to protect
himself."
"Sounds like a potentially ugly
situation," said Kirby. "You said that
we're suspecting human trafficking and
attempted murder by foreign nationals
on US soil, so I assume you would like
to see this classified as a national
security issue rather than a local law
enforcement issue?"
"That really depends on how fast things
could get put into motion," Sean said.
"We have twenty five young girls still on
that ship somewhere in American
waters but we don't know how much
longer they will be there. I suspect that
once the ship docks the containers will
be placed onto tractor trailer trucks and
once that happens, they'll be vapor in
the wind to us. I'll also need some cover
for what I did to the film crew at Glenn's
cabin."
"Understood," said Kirby. "Let me make
a couple of calls real quick and see if I
can get us some sort of idea on reaction
times. Be back to you in ten." Kirby
hung up without giving Sean a chance
to respond.
Turning to Amanda he saw her patiently
examining her surroundings. He said, "I
would like for you to go through my
place and see if there is anything here
that you would like to wear or use to
make you more comfortable until we
can stop and buy you things that
actually fit you. For example, I know
that I have a new toothbrush in the
bathroom that has never been opened.
Anything you want or need is yours for
the taking."
"I'll take you up on the toothbrush right
now, but no promises on anything else.
These shoes were my biggest concern
and they seem to be doing the job so
far."
She got up from the stool and went
wandering through his cabin. Amanda
realized almost immediately that she
was touring a house that wasn't really a
home. Other than the portrait of Sean
and his parents and the large stuffed
bear, there were few signs that this
house belonged to anyone in particular.
It reminded Amanda of a time-share or
vacation rental that catered to transient
tenants who stayed there only for short
periods of time.
While he cleaned up her breakfast
dishes, Sean was glad to see that she
took him at his word and wasn't
hesitating to open every drawer or
cupboard she came to for an
investigation of its contents. He couldn't
know that she conducted her search
more to learn about him than to find
things for herself, but he was pleased
none the less.
After a few minutes she stuck her head
out of the bedroom and said, "I'm going
to be in the shower for a few minutes in
case you're looking for me."
Sean nodded and waved. He was glad
that her ordeal from earlier in the day
hadn't lingered to their time together.
He had tried to be as non-threatening as
possible and instill some level of
confidence in her towards him. He had
to admit that he found her resiliency
mesmerizing and he admired her ability
to notice and relay details that most
other people would miss. Then there
was the way that her holding his hand
had affected him and how she had
effortlessly gotten him sharing his own
life story before he even realized he was
doing it. Her interest in him was
luminous, and he found himself basking
in it like warm sunshine. He liked the
way he felt when he was with her, which
for someone who had led a very solitary
life for almost a year said the most
about her as far as he was concerned.
Amanda had relieved herself before
getting into the shower, still grinning
over her observation that the toilet seat
was in the down position. She thought
that this bespoke of good habits from
this warrior-man as she was beginning
to think of him. She made quick work of
washing her hair and body, using the
razor in the shower to shave herself
knowing instinctively that Sean wouldn't
mind. She would warn him though so he
wouldn't be surprised by a dull blade the
next time he went to use it.
Sean was still thinking of Amanda when
the phone rang. He answered the phone
before the first ring had ended.
"Wallace," he said.
"Wallace here too. I've got some good
news and some bad. Surveillance
drones out of Eglin Air Force base have
returned imagery that found the ship
docked at the container terminal in
Bainbridge, Georgia as of three hours
ago. Several containers have already
been removed and placed on trailer
trucks, including most of the units at the
stern of the ship."
"How can they be unloading so fast?"
asked Sean. "Don't the containers have
to pass a Customs inspection or
anything?"
"Unless they were tagged and sealed as
"Customs Exempt" for some reason,
then you're correct," said Kirby. "DHS
and FBI agents are on choppers headed
to Bainbridge now to investigate, but
they won't be on the ground for another
hour."
"Can we track the trucks that have
those containers?" asked Sean.
"As far as I know, all we have on the
suspect container is an approximate
color, described as rust orange or
reddish," said Kirby. "We have reviewed
drone images since the ship docked and
are targeting containers that are
anywhere close to the colors
mentioned. Three have been identified.
One of these is currently headed west
on interstate 10 and will be quarantined
at the first truck scales in Alabama and
inspected by the FBI who are in route.
The other two are currently on US 84
eastbound headed toward interstate 75
where the two highways meet in
Valdosta. We will maintain real-time
drone surveillance on both until their
projected destinations can be
ascertained. I have to tell you Sean, we
are short of ground assets for anything
short-term. We can get a squad of
Rangers deployed out of Fort Benning
within thirty minutes but we need to
have a mission for them first."
"Why not get them airborne onto each
of the containers right now?" asked
Sean.
"Because until we identify which truck is
involved in the national security issue
we have declared for this matter, we
can't use United States military forces.
If the Rangers assault a truck on
American soil and find it full of big
screen TV's, then the President will
have a tough time justifying his finding
with Congress and we could lose more |
Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 8:03am On Feb 11, 2016 |
Kirby was referring to the current
Presidential Finding which stated that
organized crime activity conducted by
foreign nationals either within the
borders of the United States or targeting
the citizens of the United States met the
definition of domestic terrorism and
would be considered national security
events.
"I see your point," said Sean. "So we
just wait until we figure out where the
two trucks are headed?
"That, plus we keep them monitored,"
Kirby said. "If one pulls into a rest stop
or other location and we see a bunch of
people pouring out of the container, we
can have forces on the sight quickly.
Ideally, we would be able to track them
all the way to their destination and then
take down more than just the grunts
involved, if you know what I mean."
"Let's think of this operation
strategically," said Sean. "If you had
twenty five young girls that you were
looking to now distribute, where in the
Southeast would you be headed?
Remember, we should assume because
they were all brought to the United
States that the customers were all here
as well."
Kirby saw the logic. "Using interstate 75
as a corridor can also play into the
analysis. Only Atlanta, and to some
degree Orlando provide the logistics
favorable to distributing this number or
girls over a short period of time."
"I agree," said Sean. "Keep monitoring
both trucks, but I'm going to start
heading towards Atlanta as I had
originally planned for today. There are
several construction zones on interstate
75 which will slow down any traffic
between Valdosta and Macon. I can
beat them by heading north on US 27
through Columbus onto interstate 185
and then interstate 85. You have my cell
phone number?"
"Let me have it again," said Kirby, but
as he was taking it down he interrupted
Sean. "I just received some interesting
info. It seems that one of the two trucks
has been followed by a blue van since
leaving the container terminal. It has
had multiple opportunities to pass, but it
remains directly behind the truck."
"That's our Tango!" said Sean. "The van
has the traders that Amanda
mentioned. They're not releasing their
cargo until they receive payment so
they're following them."
"I think you're right," agreed Kirby.
"We'll designate that as the primary
target."
"How far from interstate 75 is the
primary target truck?" ask Sean?
"Looks to be at least one hour from
interstate 75," replied Kirby.
"Okay," said Sean. "In an hour I will still
be able to swing east and then south if
our guess about Atlanta is wrong, but
I'm ninety five percent certain of their
destination."
"I agree," said Kirby. "Start towards
Atlanta and I'll monitor things on this
end and keep you posted. I'm also
going to see who we may have
currently at the Federal Law
Enforcement Training Center near
Brunswick that we may be able to use
on this. Let me know your planned route
as soon as you have it."
"Will do. Thanks Uncle Kirby."
"Semper Fi Marine.
"Semper Fi," said Sean, but the call had
been ended.
"What does 'Semper Fi' mean?" asked
Amanda. Sean hadn't noticed her
standing on the other side of the counter
and wondered how long she had been
there. Her natural beauty was radiant,
and once again startled him. She was a
little thin due to her captivity, and she
obviously didn't have a gym-trained
body, but her overall physique was
toned and screamed of exposure to
nature. Her flawless skin and sun-
kissed complexion were more
tantalizing to him than any woman he
had met in all his worldly travels.
"It's short for 'Semper Fidelis' which is
Latin for 'Always Faithful'. It is the
motto of the United States Marine Corp.
My Uncle Kirby was also a Marine. In
fact, he was my inspiration for joining."
"Oh, Okay."
She stood with damp hair, but in the
same clothes that she had on before
she had taken her shower. Her raw,
wholesome beauty was even more
obvious to Sean as she stood there
smiling at him. Her wet hair and natural
appearance suddenly reminded him of
what he found familiar about her. He
thought back to one point in his youth
when his parents had taken him to New
York with them on a business trip.
Among the items on their agenda was a
meeting with the PR firm they had
selected for a new ad campaign. Sean
remembered his mother going through
stacks of photos for the models they
were considering and how taken she
had been with one in particular. The
model was not able to find time in her
busy schedule to work on the campaign,
but Sean remembered her name to this
day - Elle MacPherson. Amanda stood
before him now and Sean knew his
mother would have been just as taken
with her as she had been with Elle. She
held a clean dry towel and a pair of
scissors.
"Feel better?" Sean asked.
"Heaps better," she said. "Being able to
wash the touch of those animals off me
was wonderful. I hope you don't mind,
but I used your razor. Thank you
again."
"No problem at all. I'm glad I was there
to help. Now, we need to get ready to
go. The ship has already docked and
the container with the girls is likely on a
truck headed for Atlanta. If we leave
now, we can arrive at the same time, or
maybe even beat it there. We have a
drone monitoring it so we'll know if they
stop and begin to let people off, but our
guess is that they want to get the entire
cargo to Atlanta for distribution. Let me
make a few more phone calls because
once we leave here, it will be at least an
hour before we get into decent cellular
coverage." First he called Glenn Parker
back.
While the phone was ringing, Amanda
came up behind Sean and placed the
towel over his shoulders. He looked
back at her questioningly. She simply
held up the scissors for him to see and
then smiled at him as she took several
locks of his hair between two of her
fingers and began to cut. This act felt
somehow natural to Sean, so he turned
back to the phone and let her continue
without objection.
"Hi Glenn," Sean said when the phone
was answered. "You're going to have to
deal with the situation at your cabin on
your own for right now. The FBI is
probably going to want to get a
statement from you about who you
informed about your trip. I need you to
leave me out of this as much as
possible. As one of my lawyers, I
assume you can manage that alright?"
"Not a problem. How did you get the
FBI involved so quickly?" asked Glenn.
"They generally wait for a request from
local authorities before getting involved
in something like this."
"The situation is being handled now as
a matter of national security which
takes it out of the hands of all local and
state authorities. I wouldn't advise that
you mention that fact yet or some of the
rats will flee the ship before assets get
in place to catch them. This goes
deeper than just a rural county Sheriff.
Several others have to be involved in
order for them to think that they could
bring a container full of young girls into
the United States without fear of
discovery."
"I wish I could get a flight out today, but
I've already checked and the best I can
do is a flight into Tallahassee through
Atlanta late tomorrow morning," Glenn
said.
"How fast could you get to Dulles?"
asked Sean as he continued to feel
foreign sensations every time Amanda
touched his face, neck or head while
she tenderly combed and cut his hair.
"I'm about thirty minutes from there
right now," Glenn replied.
"Don't go to the main terminal, but have
someone direct you to the World Wings
FBO building. I'll make arrangements for
a private jet to fly you back today."
"Where will they fly me to?" asked
Glenn. "Can they fly me to Decatur
County Airport in Bainbridge?"
"That would be ideal," said Sean, "and I
don't see why they couldn't. I could also
see about having you met there by the
FBI who could drive you to your cabin
and get your statement along the way.
Let me see what I can work out and get
back to you."
Sean hung up and checked the time. He
smiled up at Amanda in appreciation as
he called his father's former secretary
Maureen McKenna.
"Mr. Wallace's office," said a
professional female voice.
"Hi Moe, it's Sean. Why did I know you
would be in this early?"
"Sean! It's wonderful to hear your voice.
Is everything okay?"
"I'm fine Moe, but I don't have a lot of
time to chat right now and I need you to
handle a few things for me with the
highest priority. Can you do that?"
Without hesitation Maureen said, "I'm
always at your service Sean. What do
you need?" Sean explained the flight
arrangements that he wanted made for
Glenn Parker, as soon as he was
finished giving her the details, he
sensed something in her silence.
"Is there a problem Moe?" he asked.
"I don't think there will be a problem,
but Mr. Folsom is out of the office today
and if I don't track him down to get the
approval..." she began.
"Moe, Tom Folsom doesn't have to
approve any directions I give to you.
You work for me, personally. Tom
Folsom works for me, and then only in a
limited capacity. If I need to remind him
of that, I'll be more than happy to do
so."
"I'll make the arrangements Sean, but
you already know a few things have
changed since you have been out. You
may want to go ahead and remind Mr.
Folsom before he completes his purge
of anyone loyal to you. That's all I'm
going to say on the matter right now."
"Give me Tom's cell number," Sean
said.
She read him the number, "I'll call you
back as soon as the arrangements are
made."
"No, you won't be able to reach me on
my cell for at least an hour so just call
Glenn Parker at the number I gave you
so he knows that he's good to go."
"Okay Sean," said Maureen. "Will we be
seeing you anytime soon?"
"It sounds like that may be a real
possibility," Sean told her as he hung
up. He immediately called Tom
Folsom's cell phone and left a message
requesting a return call.
Amanda had been quietly listening to
Sean on the phone as she finished
cutting his hair and removed the towel
from his shoulders. Her mother had
always cut her father's and brother's
hair, but she taught Amanda how to do
it so that she could help out with the
ranch hands. Her experience cutting the
hair of dozens of men had never
provided Amanda the satisfaction she
was feeling with this intimate task for a
man she had met less than two hours
previous. Amanda became aware of
how important it was to her for this
haircut to please Sean.
She could tell that his last conversation
bothered him, but she didn't want to
interrupt him to ask any questions. She
found a broom and began cleaning his
cut hair from the floor around the base
of his stool.
Sean called his uncle back. "Uncle
Kirby, I have made arrangements for
Glenn Parker, the owner of the cabin
where the three Tangos are waiting, to
fly back into Decatur County airport
today. It might be a good idea to have
the FBI meet him when he arrives to get
his statement about what he told
Morgan Smith. Can you arrange that?"
"Do you have his flight details?" asked
Kirby.
"Not yet, but if you still have my dad's
office number, you can call that. His
former assistant, now mine is named
Maureen McKenna. She is making the
arrangements right now and will have
all the details you need shortly."
"I remember Moe and I've got the
number. I'll give it half an hour before I
call," said Kirby.
"Thanks," said Sean. "We're going to be
leaving here in the next few minutes and
I will be out of pocket until we hit cell
coverage about an hour from now. I've
decided that we'll be headed towards
Georgia highway 300 which will take us
through Albany before meeting up with
interstate 75. I'll call you as soon as we
have a signal so we can get an update."
"Talk to you then," said Kirby as he
ended the call.
Sean stood, walked into the kitchen and
looked at his reflection in the
microwave. He ran his fingers through
his hair as he turned to Amanda. "Wow.
This is the best cut I have ever had. I
like the length and the style a lot. How
did you know?"
Amanda finished dumping the clippings
into a trash can before answering. She
could barely contain the elation she felt.
"I have spent enough time around a
ranch and in remote areas to recognize
when a man's hair is long due to
neglect rather than design. Your hair
was obviously bothering you, so I
wanted to take care of it for you. I hope
I wasn't too presumptuous in my
actions."
"You won't hear anything but
appreciation from me. I was seriously
contemplating how to cut it myself, but
that would have entailed just shaving
my head. I like your style much more,
so thanks again. It's perfect."
Amanda glowed at Sean's appreciative
praise. "The pleasure was all mine. I am
at your service whenever you need a
touch-up. In fact, if circumstances later
permit, your neck could use a little more
attention to tidy things up some." An
image of standing naked in a shower as
she shaved his neck flashed across her
consciousness and Amanda hoped the
blush she felt wasn't too visible.
Sean simply nodded as he walked
across the room and collected a packed
duffle bag from a closet by the front
door. "You pack fast," said Amanda.
"I had already packed before heading
out to check my traps. My original
plans for today were for me to drive to
Atlanta and then head to Tennessee
tomorrow morning. My hibernation had
to end sometime and you happened to
catch me as I am exiting my cave, so to
speak." |
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"I'm honored to witness your
awakening," said Amanda.
Sean sensed that she was going to be a
bigger part of his awakening than
merely being a witness to it. He set an
intrusion sensor and locked the front
door of his cabin. He then led Amanda
out the backdoor and locked it.
Continuing to the garage, he opened the
door revealing a shiny silver Volvo
XC-90 SUV. Pushing a button on the
remote, he unlocked the doors and
opened the passenger door for Amanda.
She climbed in as Sean went to the
driver's side.
As he settled behind the wheel she said,
"You'll have to forgive me if I seem to
be reaching for the steering wheel from
time to time. Where I come from it is
usually on this side of the car."
Sean laughed and said, "You'll probably
be too focused on trying to find the
brake pedal to worry about steering. I'm
a pretty aggressive driver."
"Hit me with your best shot," she said
as she buckled her seat belt and tied
her hair into a ponytail. "What about
your generator? Do you leave it running
all the time?" she asked.
"It starts up only when the batteries that
power most of the house need charging.
With the solar power system and plenty
of sunny days, there is enough fuel
stored for it to run at least another two
weeks. If I'm not back to close things
up for the summer then I'll make
arrangements for a diesel delivery far
enough in advance to keep it running
until I do return."
Amanda sat in silence as they drove,
but her mind never drifted from
thoughts of the man beside her. He was
obviously more than a warrior, with
apparent resources and skills that belied
his attempts to seem more primitive
and simple than he really was. His
military training could explain his
physique and the tidiness of his home,
but not his gentleness. He definitely
wasn't lacking for money, if his house
and car were any indication, but he
didn't offer any suggestion that he
wanted to discuss his true occupation
so she didn't pursue it.
They were just entering Bainbridge
when Sean asked Amanda. "Do you
know what a Wal-Mart is?"
"I'm familiar with them," she said, "but
I've never shopped at one.
"Do you have a clear enough idea of
what you would want to purchase that if
I stopped at a Wal-Mart you could run
through the store and make your
selections without a lot of decisions?"
"As long as the store has signs
indicating where specific items were
located I could get everything pretty
quick. I don't need much really; just
daks and a pair of shoes that fit would
cover me for days."
"What are 'daks'?"
"I'm sorry," Amanda said with a laugh.
She had a soft laugh that resembled a
purr. Sean knew at once that she had
no idea just how sexy it was.
"Daks are slang for pants in Australia.
I'll try to be more considerate in my
language."
"Please don't. I would love to learn more
slang from Australia if you don't mind
explaining it to me when you use it.
Anyway, I don't want to rush you that
much," Sean said. "Maybe you could
select the daks and shoes while I picked
up shampoo or other toiletry items you
might want."
"I can be a girly girl when
circumstances call for it Sean, but it's
not who I am. I was raised on a sheep
and cattle ranch and have dedicated my
life to helping orphans in remote under-
developed countries. Shampoo is not
important to me unless it matters to
you."
"I just want you to be as comfortable as
circumstances permit. There's no
reason to play the martyr and forsake
either hygiene or comfort
unnecessarily."
"You are absolutely and uncategorically
the sweetest thing I have ever seen. I'll
tell you what, I'll go get shoes and pants
and you can go find me some decadent
chocolate to eat. It's too early for a
beer, but you can buy me one of those
later. How's that?"
"A girl who likes beer and chocolate but
doesn't want to shop till she drops. I'll
be beating guys off you for the rest of
my life," he teased.
"American boys are so easy," she said
in mock exasperation.
True to her word, when Sean stopped at
the Wal-Mart in Bainbridge, Amanda
had selected shoes, socks, three T-
shirts and two pairs of jeans before he
had decided on which chocolate to buy
her. She teased him about this until they
returned to his car. Amanda also
noticed that almost every woman in the
store stole a glance at Sean, and once
she had joined him at the checkout
lanes, the visible envy of her being with
this man was obvious. Once back inside
his car she immediately went about
changing out of the sweat pants into a
pair of the new jeans without any
consideration for Sean seeing her in her
underwear. The sweat pants, Glenn
Parker's socks, T-shirt and Tango
Three's shoes were tossed into the far
back section of the Volvo SUV. Amanda
then relaxed in her seat as Sean drove
them north towards Atlanta.
After a few miles she said, "Thanks for
the clothes. I'll pay you back as soon as
I can get my status here straightened
out."
"Don't give it a second thought," Sean
told her. "I am glad to treat you to your
first American clothes."
After a few miles she said, "Sean, since
we're going to be driving for a while, do
you want to talk about your recent
hibernation?"
Sean was surprised. Yes, he was
surprised that Amanda had remembered
his earlier comments and decided to
explore them, but he was more
surprised by his not being adverse to
the idea of sharing his history with
someone else. Maybe it was just the
right time, but he suspected it was more
that Amanda was the right person to
share this with.
"The impetus for it was a betrayal by my
former fiancée, named Kimberly
DuPont. We met while I was attending
Vanderbilt University for my MBA. I had
completed my undergraduate degree
prior to joining the Corp and felt that I
owed it to my father's legacy to take my
education to the next level. We met at a
fitness promotion event on campus
though I was there only because it was
on my normal cycle training route. She
was handing out water bottles
promoting some local gym and I was
thirsty so I took one and we started to
talk. A few days later we ran into each
other on campus and she suggested we
meet later for drinks. Now that I think
back it, our chance encounters seemed
awfully coincidental. Anyway after
dating for about nine months I proposed
and she accepted."
"Why?" Amanda asked.
"Good question," said Sean. "I guess I
felt it was the logical thing to do.
Kimberly and I always seemed to have a
good time together. I missed her when
we were apart, and I could envision
spending the rest of my life with her. I
recognize now that I had become
comfortable with her more than actually
loving her."
"So what happened?"
"From the beginning Kimberly had this
strange rule that she wanted to have
friends who were male, and according
to her, no threat to her and I, but she
always wanted to keep them secret
from me. She felt that she needed to
have someone who she could get an
unbiased male perspective from in order
to better understand how she could
please me. I wasn't so insecure that the
idea of her having male friends
threatened me, but I always had issues
with her insistence that they be kept
secret. I broke off our engagement when
she was hanging out two or three nights
each week with her friend Mark, but still
refused to introduce him to me. A
couple of weeks later she came to me
claiming that she had ended her
friendship with Mark because I couldn't
handle it. I wasn't mollified, but after a
month or so of her not seeing her male
friends, the engagement was back on.
Within a month of us setting a date for
the wedding, she said that her brother
Jim was coming to town and she
wanted to spend some time with him. I
said that was great and that I looked
forward to meeting him, but she could
never find a convenient time for the
three of us to get together. Her and her
brother would meet for lunch, dinner,
and drinks, but never at a time where I
might be able to join them." |
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"Suspicious," said Amanda.
"You think?" said Sean. "So the next
time that my schedule conflicted with a
dinner that she had planned with her
brother I decide to surprise them. I
arrived at the restaurant about five
minutes after her and waited for her to
greet her brother in the foyer of the
restaurant. Let's just say that they were
a very passionate family. It was almost
as if they were flouting their relationship
for everyone to see. Once they were
seated I asked for a table across the
partition from them so I could hear
them but they couldn't see me. Well, it
should go without saying that her
brother Jim was actually her friend
Mark. In addition, Kimberly had
apparently learned from someone who
my father was and this is what
prompted her to conveniently bump into
me so often when we first met. She sat
at that table with Mark discussing the
five year timeline she had for her
marriage to me before she would be
entitled to half of my assets and after
she divorced me they could then live
happily ever after. I walked around to
their table, asked her for my ring back
and when Mark tried to be chivalrous, I
laid him out with a squeeze to his
Brachial plexus. I then forcibly removed
the engagement ring from Kimberly's
finger and walked out never to see her
again."
"I know what the Brachial plexus is. Do
you have medical training too?"
Sean chuckled and said, "I have very
limited medical training, focused upon
first aid and battlefield first response.
My knowledge of anatomy comes from
training in close quarter combat and
identifying lethal and non-lethal
pressure points and other targets on the
human body."
"L'amour sans confiance n'est rien."
"You're absolutely right," agreed Sean.
"Love without trust is nothing. I realized
that what I had with Kimberly all along
really couldn't have been love because I
never trusted her, so I can't really
complain of a broken heart where she is
concerned. I was more disappointed
than anything about admitting to myself
that I had been prepared to 'settle' for
Kimberly at the cost of my dreams."
Amanda reflected on her own past
relationships, or lack thereof. She had
been raised in one of the most remote
sections of Australia, home schooled
until college, and had very limited
exposure to boys her own age for most
of her adolescent life. She didn't have
any dates until she was away from
home at college, didn't kiss a boy until
she was 19 years old and there had
only been two other opportunities since
that first time. She knew that her self-
imposed lack of relationships had been
influenced by what her parents had
demonstrated to her as the perfect life
between a man and a woman and the
subsequent expectations that she had
developed for any man to garner her
attention. Sean Wallace had her
attention now.
Restraining her desire to know what
Sean's 'dreams' were and who Sean's
father was as it influenced this Kimberly
woman's intentions relative to their
marriage, Amanda asked, "So is that
when you began your hibernation? After
breaking up with Kimberly?"
"Shortly thereafter," Sean confirmed. "I
had business responsibilities that I
couldn't just walk away from so I had to
appoint some people to act on my
behalf and to make critical decisions in
my absence. I've been monitoring
things from afar and focusing on some
other business concerns. Now I need to
get back to work and take the reigns
myself once more. Enough about me, I
want to hear about you for a change."
Amanda studied him for a minute and
then said, "There's not much to tell."
"I believe differently, and you know
differently," Sean said. "Fair is fair
Amanda, plus I am genuinely interested
in getting to know more about the
mystery woman who has so adeptly
penetrated my shell. I know that self-
deprecation is a British trait, but I never
realized it had spanned the Queen's
domain to include Australia," teased
Sean.
"I don't know what in my life would
interest you," she said.
Sean recognized a trait that he had
himself in her reluctant demeanor. He
really did want to get to know more
about her, but he didn't want to make
her uncomfortable in sharing what she
felt important while maintaining some
degree of privacy where she felt it
necessary.
"Why don't you just start with a
chronological summary of your life so
far and I'll ask questions along the
way?"
"Should I lay down doctor as I recount
my childhood?"
Sean chuckled, but waited for her to
continue.
"I was born Amanda Jean Wallace on
March 18, 1989," she began.
"What?" Sean interrupted, glad that
there were no other vehicles in the lanes
next to his as his reaction caused him to
stray into other lanes as he kept stealing
glances at Amanda. "You didn't mention
that your last name was the same as
mine."
Amanda couldn't restrain a laugh. "I
thought it might freak you out, even
though Wallace isn't that uncommon a
name in the English speaking world. I
doubt that we are related, but it might
be fun to compare family trees
sometime. My father is reported to be
descended from William Wallace
himself." Leaning over and squeezing
his hand she said, "I'm certain we're at
least kissing cousins."
"I think it's great," said Sean with a
grin. "It will make checking into a motel
with you seem less seedy. Now
continue with your life story."
"Okay, so I was born the first daughter
of Leonard and Olivia Wallace. I had a
brother Michael who was four years
older than me but no other siblings. We
lived on a seven thousand acre ranch
that was a combination of properties
from both my parents' families. They
had grown up on adjoining ranches in
the Northern Territory, about 80
kilometers east of the city of Katherine.
When they got married, the two ranches
were combined into one. My brother and
I worked on the ranch when we weren't
in school and when my parents were
killed in a plane crash five years ago, he
and I took over total management of the
family business operations. I say that
he and I took over but it was mostly just
him. I was in nursing school and could
handle financial and other transactions
remotely by computer or on the phone,
but he had to remain at the ranch
overseeing actual operations of it and
our other holdings."
"Sorry to hear about your parents,"
Sean said.
"Thank you Sean," she said.
"Unfortunately, my brother died eighteen
months after my parents did. He had an
undiagnosed heart defect that surfaced
suddenly and with the ranch being so
remote, there wasn't any opportunity for
the right medical treatment to get there
in time to save him. With both my
parents and my brother gone, I had no
reason to return to the ranch, so I rolled
it into a holding company with our
family's other enterprises and have
trustees managing it all for the time
being. Since I was suddenly an orphan
myself, I decided to devote my nursing
skills to helping others in the same
situation, only younger. That pretty well
brings you up-to-date on my life."
"Do you plan on returning to the
orphanage after this is over?" Sean
asked.
"I haven't thought that far ahead," she
said. "My motivation for going there
was largely my sense of loss, and I've
gotten over most of that. I am
financially secure enough to explore
other options for my life. I just don't
know what those might be at this time."
"Sounds like you may be about to
awaken from your own hibernation," he
said.
"Well," she teased, "You do make it
sound so exciting; maybe I'll follow your
lead and give it a try." |
Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 5:45am On Feb 13, 2016 |
Heavy Traffic Ch. 03
by BobbyBrandt ©
Just prior to reaching Camilla, Georgia
where they switched from Highway 97
to Highway 300, Sean received a second
signal bar on the display of his cell
phone and determined that he would be
able to maintain a connection that
justified pairing the phone with his
hands-free Bluetooth feature in his car.
Amanda watched as Sean paired his
phone and silently demonstrated her
appreciation by making a zippered
motion across her lips, followed by a
smile. Sean saw her motion and grinned
as he nodded in response while he
spoke his first voice command, "Call
Karen."
The speakers in his car were quickly
filled with the sound of a ringing phone,
followed almost immediately by the
sound of a woman's voice, "Sean?"
"Good morning sleepy head. How is the
morning sickness this morning?"
Amanda's interest in the conversation
was suddenly piqued, but she tried to
hide it by focusing her attention on the
scenery passing by.
"It's not too bad this morning. Are we
still on for lunch?" asked Karen.
"That's why I'm calling," said Sean.
"Something's come up and I'll need to
cancel, but on a positive note, you'll be
able to head home earlier than planned.
Would you need any help getting an
earlier flight?"
"No thanks. I'll wait to see how I feel in
a little while before deciding. When can
we talk again? There's still a lot that we
need to cover together before things
move too far."
"I'm going to have to place my focus
elsewhere for at least a week, Karen.
You also need to ease your husband's
concerns by spending some quality time
with him for a change."
"Oh I'll be sure to distract him when I
get home, don't worry. I could use the
distraction myself."
"Okay Karen. Safe travels. Shoot me a
text or e-mail to let me know you made
it home alright."
"I will Sean. I'll miss you. Bye."
"Me too Karen. Bye."
Sean ended the call, but before dialing
his next number he glanced over and
saw a look of suspicion on Amanda's
face. "Sorry, that was Karen Mason. I
was supposed to meet with her today to
go over some business matters, but I
think our mission right now is more
important."
"Is she pregnant?" asked Amanda.
Sean nodded, "Yeah, with her first. Her
and her husband live in Southern
California and she had flown out here
last week for our business, so I'm glad
that she now has the opportunity to get
back home sooner."
"I'm sure she'll be more comfortable at
home," Amanda said, but her
expression was still etched with
suspicion.
"Her and Kyle both, I'm sure," agreed
Sean. "They both lead very busy lives,
but this is the first time that they have
been apart since they got married and
with her telling him she was pregnant
right before this trip has made them
both a bit tense about their separation."
"So you know her husband?" asked
Amanda.
"Kyle? Sure, that's how I met Karen,
through my friendship with Kyle."
"I see," said Amanda with an obvious
lightening of her mood.
Noticing that Amanda seemed placated
for the moment, Sean made another
call.
"Call Kirby."
Once more the speakers in his car came
to life with ringing followed by the voice
of his uncle, "Sean?"
"Yes sir. We're almost to Camilla so we
should be in good cell range from now
until Atlanta."
"Good," Kirby said. "You still plan on
taking Highway 300 north from there?"
"That's the plan," confirmed Sean.
While Sean and his uncle were
speaking, Amanda listened to their
conversation while considering her
reactions to the previous call between
Sean and Karen Mason. Her initial surge
of jealousy surprised her, but not as
much as the elation that she now felt
knowing that they were just friends. She
liked the last feeling much better where
Sean Wallace was concerned.
"Do you know where the Marine Corp
Logistics Base is in Albany?" Kirby
asked.
"It shouldn't be too hard to find," said
Sean. "Do we need to stop there?"
"Just at the front gate. A special agent
from Immigration and Custom
Enforcement is choppering there right
now from FLETC where a briefing on
Homeland Security's Blue Campaign is
being held."
"Blue Campaign?" asked Amanda. Sean
glanced at her and she just shrugged
and grinned.
"Who was that?" asked Kirby.
"Sorry," said Sean. "I forgot that you
two hadn't been introduced yet.
Amanda Wallace, say hello to my Uncle
Kirby. Uncle Kirby, say hello to Amanda
Wallace. Amanda is the young lady I
met earlier today that brought all of this
to our attention."
"Wallace?" asked Kirby.
Amanda laughed and said, "From a very
distant branch of the family tree, I'm
sure Uncle Kirby. I'm pleased to meet
you, or your voice at least."
"Family needs to stick together," said
Kirby. "To answer your question
Amanda, Homeland Security's Blue
Campaign is a comprehensive
education program that teaches law
enforcement officers how to recognize
human trafficking encountered during
routine duties, how to protect victims,
and how to initiate human trafficking
investigations. We are fortunate that
some of the nation's experts are in the
area right now and moving to help us
find these girls."
"We're about ninety minutes from
Albany," said Sean.
"That should be perfect," said Kirby.
"Special Agent Mickey Anderson will be
waiting for you at the main gate. You
and Amanda need to provide as much
information as possible that will allow
I.C.E. to move their investigation
forward to determine where the security
breakdowns occurred and get to those
responsible on all sides of the
distribution chain."
"We'll do what we can. Do you have any
update on the FBI being able to meet
Glenn when he arrives in Bainbridge or
what is going on at his cabin?" asked
Sean.
"One of my colleagues has taken charge
of the prisoners at the cabin. He hasn't
arrived himself yet, but National Park
police from Apalachicola National Forest
headquarters near Tallahassee are on
site at Mr. Parker's cabin, had the
prisoners transported to Naval Air
Station Pensacola via Coast Guard
helicopter and have the site secured
awaiting the arrival of the FBI and Mr.
Parker. No local authorities have been
brought in or are aware of the situation
as far as we know right now. Your
involvement is 'need-to-know' right
now, but I've got your back." Kirby
continued, "How long do you think we
have before the locals get curious or
decide to check out the situation on
their own? I mean, if your suspicions
about the local Sheriff being involved
are correct, won't he eventually go to
the cabin to check the scene in
preparation for what Mr. Parker would
be expected to find when he returns?"
Sean considered this for a minute and
then responded, "Based upon what the
Tangos implied that they were going to
film, I would assume that they felt
confident that they would not be
interrupted today. My guess is that no
one will venture out to check things until
tomorrow at the earliest, but a single
sentry with a view of the turn-off from
Highway 97 would be able to see
anyone coming at least 10 miles away.
There is no other way for a vehicle to
get to the cabin."
"We don't know enough about their
operation to assume anything right
now," said Kirby.
"You're right," agreed Sean, "but from
what the Tangos confessed, everything
points to their deal to purchase Amanda
being totally separate from the
smuggling operation involving the other
girls, so the communication protocols of
one wouldn't likely apply to the other.
On the other hand, it is very likely that
their contacts here are involved in both,
or at least have significant knowledge of
the smuggling operation even if they do
not have direct involvement in it. If the
ship off-loaded in Bainbridge that is out
of Morgan Smith's jurisdiction so how
did he get involved in this?" |
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"Those are among the points you need
to discuss with Special Agent
Anderson," said Kirby. "I.C.E. will be
taking point on the human trafficking
investigation from here on. The FBI and
all other agencies will be at their
disposal and be prepared to respond in
rescuing the girls, but we obviously
have some serious players involved that
need to be identified and brought to
justice."
"Is Special Agent Anderson stationed at
the Federal Law Enforcement Training
Center? I met a Michelle Anderson a few
years back while I was there helping
them analyze which close quarter
combat techniques that they wanted to
standardize on." Sean mentioned the
full name of the facility because he could
see that Amanda was confused about
the acronym 'FLETC' which Kirby had
used earlier. "I believe she was with
I.C.E., but we only chatted briefly over
dinner one night so I might be
mistaken."
Sean remembered Michelle Anderson
also being very frank and obvious in her
desire for them to hook up, even if just
for a one-night stand. She was a very
attractive woman whose body held
promise of enormous sexual pleasure,
but Sean had declined all of her
advances at the time. Glancing over at
Amanda, he knew instinctively that he
would do the same with Michelle if the
propositions were repeated today.
Michelle Anderson was unquestionably
attractive, but glancing at the woman
beside him, Sean saw that next to
Amanda Wallace, she would look like
she had been soaked in bleach too long.
"I wouldn't know," said Kirby. "I guess
you'll find out once you get to Albany. I
just received an e-mail message that
mentions a weather front moving into
Georgia from the west. There is concern
that clouds may obscure our drone
imagery on the trucks within the next
few hours."
"If the target truck takes 75 north, there
is a Department of Transportation weigh
station near Forsyth that they will need
to stop at," mentioned Sean. "Can we
get anything in place to quarantine and
inspect the truck at that point?"
Kirby was quick to respond, "I already
checked into that. The scales at that
station are down for service so it is
closed. When the target truck received a
green bypass signal from the PrePass
transponder as it approached the weigh
station near Valdosta, it raised another
flag relative to who might have entered
information on this truck into the
database that the system uses to
establish a particular truck's
qualifications to bypass the station. It is
one of several strands to this spider web
we have to navigate to uncover the
depth of the conspiracy."
"What are our options for tracking the
truck if we lose drone imagery?" asked
Sean.
"We have already begun positioning
local law enforcement vehicles onto
overpasses and in the center median
where necessary," reported Kirby. "We
are fortunate that interstate 75 through
Georgia is notorious for all the speed
traps along its route, so as long as the
cars positioned to report the truck's
movements have their radar or laser
detection devices broadcasting, their
presence probably won't raise any
undue concerns for our target. An
added bonus to that is the effect it will
have on overall traffic speeds by
slowing everyone on the road down.
The toughest challenge is getting the
locals to simply report the truck's
location without taking any action on
their own to intercede. I'm going to be
calling each of the involved jurisdictions
personally over the next few hours to
make certain that they understand and
accept their role."
"If we can meet up with Special Agent
Anderson and get in position early
enough, do you think we should try and
tail the target truck?" asked Sean.
"I'll leave that decision up to Anderson,
but my gut instinct would be to advise
against anything other than strictly
passive tracking at this time." Kirby
continued, "While we want to break-up
the conspiracy that is obviously in
place, our first concern is the safety of
the girls. There have been instances
where traffickers eliminate the evidence
when they are cornered."
Amanda gasped when Kirby mentioned
this. Sean reached over and squeezed
her hand.
"Understood, and we agree with the
priorities here," he said. "I'll update you
once we have met up with Special Agent
Anderson."
"Do you have any weapons with you?"
asked Kirby.
"I assume you mean weapons besides
myself," answered Sean. Amanda shot
him a questioning look, but he ignored
it. "Just the Smith & Wesson forty-five
compact that I always keep under the
seat."
"Well, let's see how things progress
before we arm you for bear," said Kirby
with a chuckle. "But you don't need
arms for a bear, do you? Hopefully we
can keep you on a green mission. I'll
wait to hear from you. Bye."
Sean glanced over at Amanda and
recognized her exhaustion, "Why don't
you try to get a little sleep? I can hold
off on other calls until later, and once we
pick up Special Agent Anderson the
conversation in the car will make it
harder for you to rest."
"You don't mind? Can I crawl into the
back seat and lie down there?"
"Sure," said Sean as he pulled along the
shoulder of the road and stopped. "Let's
get you as comfortable as possible."
Amanda got out of the front seat. Sean
met her at the back door and helped
position his duffle bag for her to use it
as a pillow as she stretched out across
the back seat.
"This is the best we can do for right
now, so I hope it allows you to get some
rest." He closed the back door and
returned to the driver's seat.
"Thank you Sean."
Sean turned off his hands-free Bluetooth
and put his phone on vibrate ring before
pulling the car back onto the road. He
didn't want the phone to wake Amanda
in the event someone called. He knew
that she had to be exhausted from both
a lack of sleep as well as coming down
from the Adrenalin rush her ordeal was
certain to have produced.
While Sean knew that he should focus
his concentration on strategy and
tactics for recovering the girls, his
thoughts continued to wander to
Amanda. Her strength and confidence
were obvious, but he was more intrigued
by how he had responded to her
inquiries into his life. He kept trying to
analyze what it was about her that had
him sharing himself in such an
uninhibited manner. She had a way of
listening that made him feel like the
most interesting person she had ever
encountered.
Maybe it was the fact that he had been
introduced to her during a period where
she was completely vulnerable that
permitted him to share his own
vulnerabilities with her. Maybe it was
the trust in him that she had
demonstrated that allowed him to trust
her so much.
Sean spent the next seventy plus
minutes contemplating his feelings
towards Amanda, and while he came to
no conclusions on why he felt the way
he did, he could acknowledge that he
had absolutely no regrets for sharing
anything with her. All he knew for
certain was that he had never met
another woman who had impacted him
as much as Amanda had.
Amanda awoke as Sean was slowing
the car on its approach to the main gate
at the Marine Corp Logistics Base. In
truth, she hadn't slept much. Her mind
had been too busy with thoughts of
Sean Wallace. No man had ever made
her feel more connected, but she wasn't
all together certain of what that
connection could be between them. Her
body was telling her what it wanted, but
her heart and mind were playing catch-
up. She sat up in the back seat as Sean
rolled down his window to speak to the
Marine guard who approached the car.
"Hello Corporal, I'm Sean Wallace and
I'm supposed to be meeting Special
Agent Anderson from Immigration and
Customs Enforcement here. Has Special
Agent Anderson arrived yet?"
"Yes sir," said the guard. "Special Agent
Anderson is in Captain Ewell's office. If
you can show me some ID, I will get you
a pass and an escort to the Captain's
office."
"We are short on time, so could you just
ask that Special Agent Anderson be
brought here to the gate so that we can
get going as soon as possible?"
The corporal was shaking his head as
he responded, "My orders are for you to
be sent to Captain Ewell's office."
Noticing Amanda in the back seat, he
modified his earlier request, "If you and
the young lady can show me
identification, I can get you a pass and
an escort as quickly as possible to
minimize your delay."
"I don't have any identification."
Amanda said to Sean.
The guard heard this and said, "I cannot
issue a pass without identification. The
young lady will need to wait here while
you are escorted to Captain Ewell's
office."
"That is unacceptable Corporal," said
Sean. "I am going to pull over to the
waiting area and make a phone call.
You may want to inform Captain Ewell
of my arrival in the meantime."
Without waiting for a response, Sean
pulled his car into an area for vehicles
waiting to pick up personnel from the
base. He scrolled through his phone's
directory until he found the contact he
was looking for and then hit 'dial'.
"Headquarters and Support Battalion,
Sergeant Major's Touey's office."
"Please tell the Sergeant Major that
Recon Wallace is on the phone," said
Sean.
"Captain Recon Wallace?" asked the
clerk.
"Still Recon Wallace, but no longer a
Captain. Please let the Sergeant Major
know I would like to speak with her."
"Yes sir." Within seconds his call was
transferred and Sean heard the familiar
voice of Tosha Touey on the phone.
"Captain Wallace, how can I be of
assistance?" she asked.
"Tosha, do you know who the Sergeant
Major is at Logistics Base Albany?" he
asked.
"That would be Kevin Meyers," she
said. "Is there a problem?"
Sean went on to explain, "I am working
with the Department of Homeland
Security in an unofficial capacity. I was
supposed to meet a Special Agent from
Immigration and Customs Enforcement
at the main gate of the Logistics Base,
but a Captain Ewell is interfering. I could
go through my contacts at DHS to get
past him, but I would prefer to handle
this through the Corp. Please call
Sergeant Meyers and ask him to explain
to Captain Ewell who I am, and the
urgency of the situation. I need the
Special Agent brought to the main gate
immediately. Can you do that?"
"Consider it done. Give me your number
and I'll call you back within five
minutes."
Sean provided his cell phone number
and disconnected the call. He turned
and looked over the seat at Amanda.
"Did the short nap help?"
Amanda rubbed a crease in her face left
from lying on the duffle bag and said, "It
probably didn't do anything for my
looks, but I sure needed it. Thanks."
"At some point, when you get to know
me better and trust my sincerity, remind
me to tell you just how beautiful you
are. I won't tell you now, but when
you're ready, I'll make certain that you
know."
"Sean Wallace, you are too funny," she
laughed. "Thank you."
Only a few minutes passed before the
corporal guarding the gate walked over
to their car. Sean lowered his window.
"Captain Ewell is bringing Special Agent
Anderson to the gate sir. He asked me
to inform you that he will be here within
two minutes."
Before the guard could return to his
station at the gate, a Marine staff car
approached from inside the base. When
it pulled to the gate the Corporal
approached the driver's window and
saluted. After a brief exchange, the
corporal pointed to Sean's car and
returned to his post. The staff car pulled
into a space next to Sean and the
Captain driving the car got out.
Sean opened his door and walked
around the front of his car to meet the
Captain half way between their vehicles.
"Captain Wallace?" asked Captain Ewell.
"Recon Wallace. Former Captain with
Force Recon, Special Operations
Training Group," Sean said.
"Celer, Silens, Mortalis," said Ewell. The
Captain was apparently trying to
ingratiate himself with Recon by citing
the motto of Force Recon, which
translates from Latin to "Swift, Silent,
Deadly".
"Thanks for accommodating us Captain.
I would like to spend more time with
you, but we have a very tight tactical
operational timeline that we need to
meet or exceed."
A tall attractive raven haired woman
wearing a FLETC instructor's polo shirt
and khaki pants had removed a duffle
bag from the staff car and was
approaching Sean and Captain Ewell.
"Hello Sean," she said as she gave him
a hug that Amanda noticed was more
than friendly in its duration and
intensity. "It's good to see you again." |
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"Good to see you too Michelle. Are you
ready to roll?"
"Unless Captain Ewell has any other
issues with me I believe I'm ready?"
Captain Ewell shook his head. "We were
just surprised by the sudden
appearance of a DHS helicopter and
wanted to know why standard protocols
were not followed. The Sergeant Major
has explained the situation so there are
no further issues here. Please accept
my apologies for the delay."
Sean's cell phone vibrated. He checked
the display and answered the call from
Tosha Touey. "Hi Tosha. Everything is
all set here. Thanks for your help."
"Anytime Captain. Take care."
Sean hung up and put his phone back in
its holster. He shook Captain Ewell's
hand and then led Special Agent
Anderson to the front passenger door on
his car. He opened the door for her and
took her duffle bag. While she got
situated, he placed her bag in the back
of his car and resumed his place in the
driver's seat. Amanda noticed that
Agent Anderson had unbuttoned the last
bottom button on her polo shirt while
they were waiting for Sean to return to
his seat.
"Amanda Wallace, I'd like to introduce
Michelle Anderson," Sean said as he
started his car and began to back out of
the parking space.
"I thought your fiancée's name was
Kimberly?" said Michelle as she looked
over her shoulder at Amanda.
Sean was confused for a second until he
remembered that the last time he had
been with Michelle Anderson, he was
still engaged to Kimberly, and she must
think that he and Amanda are now
married because of their last names.
"My fiancée's name was Kimberly.
Amanda, could you explain the rest to
Michelle?"
"Certainly sweetheart," Amanda said. "I
stole Sean away from Kimberly and we
have been married for over a year now."
She said this with a straight face and
was able to maintain it until she saw the
shocked look on Sean's face in the rear
view mirror.
"I'm just teasing," Amanda said with a
chuckle. "Sean and I just met today
when he saved my life. It is merely a
coincidence that our last names are the
same."
Michelle smiled at Amanda's joke at
Sean's expense then directed her next
question to him, "So did you and
Kimberly get married or not?"
"Not," said Sean.
"Her loss will definitely be some other
lucky girl's gain," said Michelle, and
Amanda noticed her smile broaden as
well as subtle changes in her body
language towards Sean. This tall
attractive vixen obviously had an
interest in Sean Wallace and Amanda
realized that she didn't feel a single
flutter of jealousy within herself. She
sensed that Sean wouldn't respond to
any advances from another woman as
long as he was with her. Her trust in the
fidelity of a man that she had just met
would have surprised her, but for some
reason after his explanation about
Karen Mason, she almost had expected
it where Sean Wallace was concerned.
Michelle turned back to look at Amanda,
"I'm please to meet you Amanda. You
can call me 'Mickey'. So you were
captured with the girls as I understand
it?" The breathy voice that she had used
when speaking to Sean became entirely
professional as she addressed Amanda.
"Yes," Amanda confirmed, "but we were
separated early this morning."
Mickey nodded. "Give me a second to
activate the recorder feature on my
smartphone, and then I would like you
to tell me your story from the beginning.
I hope you don't mind being recorded
because if I tried writing your statement
down while riding in a moving vehicle,
I'm afraid I would get car sick."
"Of course," said Amanda.
When Mickey gave her the go ahead,
she repeated the same details that she
had shared earlier with Sean, with
clarification or additional details added
when Mickey interrupted her with
questions.
Once Amanda had finished, Mickey
turned off the recorder, turned to Sean
and said, "It sounds like Sean has a
reward due him for his heroism." She
reached over, stroked his arm and
continued in a tone that clearly
indicated her intentions, "I'll see what I
can do to make sure he receives the
recognition he deserves."
Sean ignored the obvious flirtation but
Amanda sensed his discomfort and
thought she should try and change the
subject. "Do either of you know if there
is an Australian Consulate office in
Atlanta? I need to try and get a passport
and arrange for some money and credit
cards."
Mickey turned back around to face
Amanda. "The Australian Consulate in
Atlanta closed down in 2012. The
closest resource you would have is the
embassy in Washington, DC. I can have
someone from our headquarters contact
them for you and expedite getting you a
replacement passport. Let me make the
call right now so that you can provide
the necessary information to get the
process started."
Without waiting for a response, Mickey
dialed a number on her phone and put it
on speakerphone. Once she had the
Director of Enforcement and Removal
Operations on the line she explained the
situation. The Director asked Mickey to
hold for a minute, and when he came
back onto the line, he had established a
conference call with Consular Services
at the Australian Embassy.
A professional voice with a proud
Australian accent said, "This is Gregory
Talbot. I understand that someone
needs to obtain a replacement
passport. Can I have the name of the
traveler please?"
Amanda leaned forward to speak into
Mickey's phone, "My name is Amanda
Jean Wallace. My Mother's maiden
name was Graham. My residence is in
the Northern Territory and my date of
birth is March 18, 1989. What else will
you need to know?"
"Amanda Wallace of Wallace Holdings?"
Watching Sean's eyes in the rearview
mirror for his reaction, Amanda said,
"Yes, that's me."
"Good Lord! We had no idea that you
were traveling to the United States Miss
Wallace. Normally we would have been
notified so that we could be prepared to
assist you. Do you mind if I ask what
your point of departure from Australia
was? Heads will definitely roll over this."
Both Sean and Mickey had looks of
curiosity on their faces but remained
silent as Amanda continued, "This
wasn't a planned trip Mr. Talbot. I didn't
depart from Australia. I was
volunteering in East Timor when I was
captured along with twenty-five orphan
girls by slave traders. I was rescued
this morning when I was taken off the
ship that brought us here."
Mickey cut in at this point, "Amanda is
currently working with US authorities to
locate and rescue the rest of the girls
that were captured along with her. She
is in our protective custody and we will
make certain that her every need is
taken care of until we can safely return
her to your Embassy."
The Director of Enforcement and
Removal Operations added, "While our
guest in this country, Miss Wallace's
immigration or visitor status will not be
an issue, but we wanted her Embassy
to be aware of the situation and be
prepared to assist her when she
eventually returns to Australia."
"Of course," said the Consular agent.
"Miss Wallace, is there anything further
that we can assist you with in the
meantime?" |
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Amanda spoke again, "I believe I will
need some form of identification in order
for me to get my credit cards reissued
and to have my bank release some
funds to me here. Does anyone have
any suggestions in this regard?"
"The Embassy will be able to assist you
with all of that Miss Wallace. If you
would like to provide me with the details
of which credit cards you would like
reissued as well as the amount of any
funds you require, I'll get on it for you
immediately along with a replacement
passport which should serve as
adequate identification for you. I should
be able to have everything ready for you
to pick up from an American Express
office within a couple of hours, but
definitely by close of business today.
How can I get in touch with you once
everything is in place?"
Mickey gave him her cell phone number
and provided their destination for today
as Atlanta for the proper American
Express office to be identified.
As soon as she finished, Amanda
continued, "If you could assist with
getting my passport and American
Express card reissued, I could handle
the transfer of funds from that point. I
would also appreciate it if you could
contact Jeremy Thorndike at Thorndike
and Rogers to let him know my
situation. Tell him that I will contact him
as soon as I can, but no later than
tomorrow evening."
"Excellent. Miss Wallace, please note
my direct number is Bleep-Bleep-xxxx. I am
at your service twenty-four hours a
day."
"One more thing Mr. Talbot. As of this
time, only five people, including you
know of my situation and the
circumstances related to it. I am a very
private person Mr. Talbot, so if anything
about me shows up in the press, I will
have a very short list of heads to place
on spikes. Please provide my status
and location to Jeremy Thorndike but
no one else without either his or my
approval. Is that understood?
"I should let the Ambassador know, but
I will relay your desires to her as well."
"As long as you and the Ambassador
recognize that these are not 'desires',
but demands then I am fine with you
letting her know. Thank you Mr.
Talbot."
After disconnecting the call, Mickey
looked at Sean and then turned back to
study Amanda. "Are you a member of
the royal family or something?"
Amanda laughed and said, "There's not
a drop of royal blood in my body."
"Then who are you?" asked Mickey. "I
mean besides 'Amanda Jean Wallace of
Wallace Holdings'?"
"That's all I am," said Amanda. Her
dejected tone was not lost on Sean.
Mickey was getting frustrated so she
decided to Google Amanda's name. She
had to modify her search by adding
"Australia" to the string before she
started seeing results that shed some
light onto the situation.
After reading the results for a few
minutes she turned once again to Sean
and said, "Amanda Jean Wallace is one
of the 10 wealthiest women in Australia
with a net worth of more than $300
million dollars. She's richer than Nicole
Kidman for crying out loud."
Turning back to Amanda she asked,
"That's who you are, right?"
Amanda simply nodded and turned to
look out the side window of the car.
Sean watched her reaction in the
rearview mirror. He recognized the
defeated expression that comes from
losing the anonymity that allows a
person to be viewed as "normal". He
knew better than most how it felt to be
treated special because of wealth, and
he wanted to share this with Amanda,
but he didn't think that this was the right
time or place.
Mickey was still reviewing the details
she had found on Amanda. "You won an
Olympic medal?"
Amanda nodded but kept her eyes on
Sean's as she said, "I won an individual
Silver and a team Bronze at the 2008
games."
"Impressive," said Sean. "What was
your sport?"
"Twenty-five meter pistol," said
Amanda.
Mickey and Sean exchanged glances
but didn't comment further on
Amanda's background. "We're going to
be hitting interstate 75 soon," Sean said
as he paired his phone with the hands-
free Bluetooth again. "I want to see if
we can find out where the truck is at
this point."
"Wallace", was the greeting when his
uncle answered.
"Any update on the location of our
target truck?" asked Sean.
"Hold on and I'll get the latest," replied
Kirby. After a minute he came back on
the line, "Still northbound on 75
approaching exit 97."
"Perfect," said Sean. "We'll be entering
75 at exit 99 in about five minutes. We
should be falling in right behind them."
Turning to Amanda so that she knew he
was including her in the conversation he
went on, "Anyone have suggestions on
how we proceed? Personally, I'm for
getting the girls safely off the truck and
continuing to investigate the conspiracy
after that."
"The safety of the girls has to be the
priority," said Mickey. "If we can rescue
them without tipping off the
conspirators that would be the ideal
situation."
"I have some thoughts on how to
handle the rescue," said Sean. "Uncle
Kirby, could you arrange for some
cellular dead zones along our route, say
the entire section of interstate 475?"
"It would take me about five minutes to
shut the towers down in that area," said
Kirby. "I have a direct line established
already with Ericsson and their
technicians are standing by the
switches."
"Good," said Sean. "Let me make
another call to see what I can get in
place to stop the truck and separate it
from the blue van. I'll get back to you in
a few minutes Uncle Kirby."
Looking at Mickey again Sean said,
"Can you start making arrangements for
handling the girls once we get them off
the truck? We'll need transportation and
a location for you to take them for
processing."
Before Mickey could answer Amanda
interrupted, "I need to be there with the
girls. They will be frightened and few of
them understand any English. Most
speak Portuguese, but some only speak
native Tetum Dili. Some will also likely
require at least minor medical
attention."
Mickey agreed with Amanda, "I think
you being there at the rescue would
make things much easier for everyone.
I'll get a bus heading south from Atlanta
immediately with a team of agents for
transport and then start identifying
suitable locations for the girls to be
treated and processed."
Mickey started dialing her phone as
Sean disabled his hands free and spoke
into his own phone with voice dial
instructions. Amanda had trouble
following the two subsequent one-sided
conversations as Sean and Mickey each
gave instructions and received
information on their respective plans, so
she tried to focus her attention on what
Sean was saying.
"John, you do not need to check with
anyone else before following
instructions that I give you," Sean was
telling the person on the other end of the
conversation. "I don't care what you
have been told. I own the company and
unless you want to find other
employment you will do what I say
immediately and without question."
There was a slight pause as Sean
listened. He then continued, "Fine, I will
follow the verbal instructions up with an
e-mail to you, but don't wait for that
before doing what I instructed. I expect
you to call me back in five minutes
confirming my directions are being
carried out." He hung up and just stared
out the windshield for a few seconds.
"What are you trying to do?" asked
Amanda. Mickey was still engrossed in
her own conversation and wasn't
paying attention to Sean's call.
"One of the truck stops I own is up
ahead about forty miles north of us. I
want to get three of the trucks currently
there - hopefully ones also owned by
one of my companies - to help us create
a rolling blockade of the target truck
somewhere along interstate 475. I'm
getting real irritated by the pushback I
have been receiving every time I give
instructions to people who supposedly
work for me and I don't have the time
right now to deal with the cause of this
irritation. It's almost like someone has
been subverting my authority while I
have been out on my sabbatical."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
asked Amanda?
Sean thought for a minute, remembering
how assertive Amanda had been in her
dealing with the Australian Embassy
official and then looked at her in the
rearview mirror. He saw a way that he
could use her skills at intimidation to
his benefit and to keep her mind off the
pending rescue of the girls. She would
need to be accepted as having the
authority to speak for him. "Would you
marry me?"
"Excuse me?"
He had a grin on his face when he said,
"Your little joke with Mickey earlier
gives me an idea. Let's stop at that
Subway up the road for some
sandwiches and I'll explain my idea
while we wait for our orders."
After placing orders for their
sandwiches and one for Mickey, Sean
explained his idea to Amanda and he
was pleased to see her smile
mischievously. "If you were to pretend
to be my wife, your authority to act on
my behalf would be accepted by most
people.
Returning to the car, Sean handed his
cell phone to Amanda, "Here, take my
phone and find a contact for my
lawyers, Middleton, Parker and Pierre.
Call the number, put the phone on
speaker and ask for Bryce Pierre."
Amanda did as he requested and as the
phone started to ring, she held the
phone near the headrest of Sean's seat
and leaned forward. Mickey moved her
head farther to the right to continue her
own cell phone conversation.
"Law offices," was the greeting.
Amanda spoke in a firm, professional
voice, "Sean Wallace calling for Bryce
Pierre."
"One moment, I will see if Mr. Pierre is
available." Hold music filled the
background.
Within only a few minutes, the voice of
Bryce Pierre was heard, "Mr. Wallace,
what can I do for you?"
"Bryce, I want to start by introducing
you to Amanda Wallace. She will be
acting on my authority for the remainder
of our conversation. Is that
understood?"
Amanda took her queue and said, "Mr.
Pierre, I look forward to meeting you
very shortly, but in the meantime we
have been receiving some troubling
feedback from several of our employees
that we wanted to discuss with you."
"I wasn't aware that you had married,
Mr. Wallace. Did you have another firm
prepare a pre-nuptial agreement?"
Amanda cut him off, "We are not calling
to discuss our pre or post nuptials with
you Mr. Pierre, and unless you want to
stay focused on our current concerns, I
am prepared to move all of Sean's legal
representation over to my own legal
team at Thorndike and Roberts. If you
want to call them to check on me, feel
free. Ask for Jeremy Thorndike in their
Sydney offices. If you call right now,
you'll get their after-hours switchboard,
but if you say you're calling on my
behalf, you will be put right through to
Jeremy. I'll give you five minutes."
The hold music returned and Sean
smiled broadly and nodded at Amanda
to show his satisfaction with the role
she was playing.
Pierre was back within the time limit he
had been given. "Mr. and Mrs. Wallace,
I want to apologize and take the
opportunity to congratulate both of you.
Now, how can I be of service?"
"I assume that Jeremy didn't have much
time but was suitably able to convince
you of my validity?"
"Yes Mrs. Wallace. He made it clear that
you were someone I should take very
seriously. Trust me, I do."
Amanda continued without
acknowledging Pierre's comments. "We
want to know what circumstances may
have occurred that would have usurped
Sean's authority with his own
employees. Every request or instruction
given today to an employee of one of
our companies has been met with
reluctance until it is approved by Tom
Folsom. Why would employees of our
company feel recalcitrant where Sean's
instructions are concerned?"
"Well, it's rather complicated to explain
over the phone..."
"There is nothing complicated about
this Mr. Pierre. I am still the sole owner
of Wallace Enterprises, am I not?" asked
Sean.
"Yes, of course, but..."
"No buts," said Amanda. "We want you
to do your job and represent our interest
over all others or I'll find someone who
will. Is that understood?"
"Yes, of course. What would you like me
to do?" said Pierre.
Amanda continued the authoritative
lead that she thought Sean was seeking
from her, "We want you to immediately
draft a memorandum to all employees
reminding them of who they work for
and that any further hesitation on their
behalf to follow direct instructions from
either Mr. Wallace or myself will be
considered insubordination and subject
them to immediate termination. I want
to see a copy of it on Sean's phone
within thirty minutes. In addition, we
want you to initiate a forensic audit of
all company financials to commence no
later than 48 hours from now. I want
you to use auditors recommended by
Thorndike and Rogers and no others.
You will not notify anyone at Wallace
Enterprises of this pending audit. Finally,
we want you to notify all manger level
employees and higher that they are to
remain on-call for a meeting with Sean
and myself at a time and place to be
communicated to them shortly. This will
be a mandatory meeting and nothing
short of the person being confined to
intensive care will be accepted as an
excuse for not participating." |
Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 3:57pm On Feb 15, 2016 |
"I'll get right on it," said
Pierre.
"We suspect that some
wholesale personnel changes
have been going on in Sean's
absence and I must tell you
Mr. Pierre, Sean and I are
both disappointed that we
had to make this call to you.
Your firm was entrusted to
represent the interests of
Sean Wallace and it appears
that you have failed
miserably. Your actions now
will determine what the
future holds for your entire
firm. As Jeremy told you,
you had better take me serious
when I tell you that I am
going to be looking into
your failures much more
thoroughly."
Sean spoke up, "Mr. Pierre,
you had better make certain
that everyone in your firm, as
well as everyone who works
for me recognizes that Amanda
Wallace speaks with the full
authority of the owner. If I
hear of anyone questioning
her authority it will be the
last thing they do as either
an employee or representative
of my companies. Understood?
"Yes sir. I'll make certain
that Mrs. Wallace's role is
clearly communicated to
everyone."
"Do you have Sean's cell phone
number Mr. Pierre?" asked
Amanda.
"Yes, it is in our files and
in my own contact list."
Amanda wanted to drive their
point home one last time,
"Then I strongly suggest
that you learn how to use it
Mr. Pierre. If another major
decision is made concerning our
companies without us hearing
from you first your days of
practicing any type of law
will be over. Have I made
myself clear?"
"Completely Mrs. Wallace."
Amanda ended the call only
seconds before she broke into
laughter. Sean was proud of
her and wanted her to know
it. "Amanda, you are the best
thing to come into my life
that I can ever remember.
Thank you."
"I feel the same way Sean. I
would do anything for you. I
hope you know that."
Mickey had finished her call
just as Amanda was making this
statement and she looked
between Sean and Amanda trying
to see what had happened
while she had been
distracted. "Is everything
alright?" she asked.
"Sean and I were just
discussing how many children
we each wanted to have," teased
Amanda.
"I see," said Mickey as she
started eating her sandwich.
"Well, a bus is on its way
south. Our challenge is
finding someplace for the
girls to be processed that
doesn't add to their fear and
confusion. None of the
medical facilities in the
metro Atlanta area have space
for 25 young girls and our
Immigration Detention Center
would be a pretty brutal
environment considering what
these girls have been
through. We're trying to
find a hotel or other
facility that we would be able
to secure for a couple of
days."
"Does Mrs. Wallace want to
work some more of her magic?"
Sean asked. Mickey raised an
eyebrow but said nothing.
"What do you have in mind?"
Amanda asked.
"I need to leave my phone
open for a few minutes to
get the roadblock coordinated,
but if you'll look through
the contact list and write
down the information for
Keith Longo, maybe you can call
him on Mickey's phone. He is,
or at least was, vice
president of my hospitality
division. We have multiple
hotel and motel properties
in the Atlanta area, so see if
he can find us twenty to
thirty rooms at one location
that we can use while
processing the girls. Mickey,
do you think that would be
enough rooms for the girls
and your personnel?" |
Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 3:58pm On Feb 15, 2016 |
As Sean was finishing Amanda
found Keith Longo's
information and was writing it
down. "Got it," she told
Sean.
After considering the
situation, Mickey answered
Sean's question as she handed
her cell phone over the seat
to Amanda, "If we double some
of the girls up, putting a
younger girl with an older
one whenever possible, twenty
to thirty rooms will be more
than adequate."
As she was preparing to dial
the number she had for Keith
Longo, Sean's cell phone rang.
She decided to wait to hear
about the roadblock before
getting distracted.
Sean answered his phone,
"Wallace." After listening
for a few minutes he said,
"Text the cell phone numbers
for each of the truck drivers
to the following number."
He provided his Uncle Kirby's
cell phone number. "They
need to get in position now,
so I suggest that they stay
close to 475 and wait for the
target to approach. Make
certain that they space
themselves out so they don't
appear to be together until
we make our move. Right,
thanks."
Without saying anything to
Mickey or Amanda, Sean called
his Uncle Kirby.
"We're ready to implement a
rescue operation," Sean said
once Kirby was on the phone.
"I have contacted our truck
stop off exit 155 on
interstate 75. Assuming the
target truck uses the bypass
around Macon, in approximately
forty-five minutes we will
have three of our own trucks
positioned to box in the
target truck along interstate
475. I can probably handle
the captors in the blue van
by myself, but if you could
get me some additional
support I would appreciate
it. The cell phone numbers
for the trucks will be
texted to you, so I'll need
you to coordinate a conference
call between all of them, my
cell phone, and anyone else
that we can get involved in
the rescue operation. We're
going to have to finish our
communications prior to
initiating the actual roadblock
because we will need the cell
towers turned off to prevent
any of the traders or someone
in the truck raising an alarm
farther down the distribution
channel."
"What about the girls in the
truck?" asked Kirby.
"Mickey Anderson already has a
bus heading south from
Atlanta and my darling wife
Amanda is going to make hotel
reservations for everyone."
"Your darling wife?" chuckled
Kirby.
"I'll explain it later," said
Sean. "Are you on board with
the plan?"
"How do you want to handle
other vehicles on the
interstate?" asked Kirby.
"475 northbound has three
lanes in the area I'm
targeting. Our activity will
tie up at least the right
two lanes for the duration of
the roadblock and rescue, but
once we have the situation
secured, we should be able to
get the entire roadway cleared
and all vehicles off to the
right shoulder. It might be
safer if the local authorities
could block the highway for
the takedown and then just
the right lane for a while,
at least until we can get the
girls loaded onto their
bus."
"I think we can stage some
local marked cruisers out of
sight on a few on-ramps so
they can support you from
behind when the time is
right," said Kirby.
"That's what I was hoping,"
agreed Sean. "Let's get to
work." |
Re: Heavy Traffic by kokumo1949: 9:40pm On Feb 18, 2016 |
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Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 3:10pm On Feb 20, 2016 |
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Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 3:14pm On Feb 20, 2016 |
Heavy Traffic Ch. 04
by BobbyBrandt ©
Sean and Mickey continued to discuss
their tactics for the rescue as Amanda
checked Sean's e-mail and noticed a
new message from Bryce Pierre.
"Bryce Pierre has sent out an e-mail,"
she told Sean. Do you want me to read
it to you?"
"Yeah, let's see what he had to say."
Amanda started reading aloud;
'To: All employees of Wallace
Enterprises
From: Bryce Pierre - Attorney at Law
Subject: Insubordination
As the legal representative for Wallace
Enterprises and its owner Sean Wallace,
I have been asked to remind all
employees of their role within the
organization.
Wallace Enterprises is divided into three
divisions; Hospitality, Retail, and
Communications. These divisions are
comprised of multiple independent
companies operating under their own
management, brand and banner, but
they are all wholly owned by Wallace
Enterprises. Wallace Enterprises in turn
is wholly owned by Sean Wallace.
Consequently, every employee of a
Wallace Enterprises company reports in
the end to Mr. Wallace.
The final authority for all decisions
related to any Wallace Enterprises
division, company or employee
continues to reside solely with Sean
Wallace, although he expects you all to
recognize this authority is shared
equally with Mrs. Amanda Wallace from
this day forward.
All employees of Wallace Enterprises are
hereby notified that any hesitation or
failure to comply with direct instructions
or requests from Sean or Amanda
Wallace will be deemed insubordinate
and subject to immediate termination.
Questions concerning this
memorandum should be directed to
your immediate manager or human
resources.'
"Let's see how it works," said Amanda
as she used Mickey's phone to try to
reach Keith Longo. Dialing the number
taken from Sean's phone she waited for
her call to be answered.
"Mr. Morris' office," came the greeting
as the call was answered.
"Good day," said Amanda. "I'm trying to
reach Keith Longo"
"Keith Longo is no longer with us. Mark
Morris is now Vice President of
Hospitality."
"When did Keith leave the company?"
asked Amanda.
"May I ask who is calling?" said the
secretary.
"My name is Amanda Wallace. May I
ask what your name is?"
"My name is Nina Aldaco. How can I
help you?"
"Nina, do you have e-mail?"
"Sure," said Nina.
"Will you please check your e-mail and
tell me if you have received one recently
from a Bryce Pierre?"
"Okay, hold on." There was a brief
pause before she said, "Yes, I just
received it about five minutes ago."
"Please read it now," said Amanda. "Let
me know when you are done."
Amanda could almost see Nina's lips
moving as she envisioned her reading
the e-mail.
"I'm done," Nina said. "What does the
e-mail have to do with Keith Longo?
He's no longer with the company."
"Nina, my name is Amanda Wallace. Did
you notice me being mentioned in the
e-mail from Bryce Pierre?"
"I saw your name, yes."
"Do you understand that Sean Wallace
owns the company that you work for
and that he has final authority on all
decisions made relative to the operation
of the company?"
"I understand that he owns the
company, but in the six months that I
have been here, I have never met Mr.
Wallace, so I wouldn't know him if he
stood in front of me right now.
Furthermore, he may own the company,
but I report directly to Mr. Morris and
until instructed otherwise by someone
who I do know and recognize as having
the proper authority tells me otherwise,
that is where my first responsibility
lies."
"Nina, please put this Mr. Morris on the
phone."
"I cannot tell Mr. Morris to take a call
from you or anyone else. I can inform
him that you are on the phone and see if
he wants to talk to you. Would you like
me to do that?"
Amanda respected the way this
assistant was standing up to her. "Yes
please."
"I'll see if he is available." She place
Amanda on hold. When she came back
she asked, "Can I tell Mr. Morris what
this is regarding?"
"Why don't you tell him it is regarding
the e-mail from Bryce Pierre to start
with?"
"Okay, hold on." After only a few
seconds she was back. "Mr. Morris
asks for me to take a message."
"Nina, I am not requesting any longer.
You will get Mr. Morris on this phone
immediately or your employment is
terminated. Sean Wallace owns the
company you work for Nina, and I am
Mrs. Wallace. Do you need me to spell
things out for you any clearer than
that?"
"If you are who you say you are and
want to fire me for doing my job then
please do. I wouldn't want to work for
you anyway. Hold on," she said as she
once again placed Amanda on hold.
"This is Mark Morris. Who am I
speaking with?" The voice she heard
had such an insignificant tonal quality
and was so devoid of inflection that
Amanda was surprised it could be
carried over telephone lines.
"Mr. Morris, my name is Amanda
Wallace. If you have taken the time to
read the e-mail from Bryce Pierre, you
should know who I am."
"Actually, you are some strange voice
on the other end of a telephone line and
I have no evidence that you are anyone
I should even be talking with," said
Morris.
"Fair enough Mr. Morris. Your
employment with Wallace Enterprises is
hereby terminated. You will have ten
minutes to vacate the building before I
have you arrested for trespassing.
Please take Nina Aldaco with you."
"Now wait a minute," Morris said. "How
am I supposed to know who you really
are?
"That's your problem. I tried to be
professional and civil with both you and
your little gargoyle, but neither Sean nor
I will tolerate insubordination. If you
question my authority you can take it up
with the police officers who will be
arriving shortly to escort you from the
building."
"Okay, okay," he said. "I believe you are
who you say you are. What can I do for
you?"
"I need you to arrange for 30 rooms at
one of our properties in the Atlanta area
for five nights starting tonight,
preferably all on the same floor. I don't
care if you have to relocate guests to
other properties, cancel reservations or
kick people out. Your instructions are to
find me the rooms, period. Understood?"
"May I ask why?" said Morris.
"Certainly, and the reason is one that
you need to remember for the future.
The reason is because your boss told
you to. Any further questions?"
"No," said Morris through gritted teeth.
"How do you want me to confirm the
rooms and the location to you?"
"Send an e-mail to Sean's e-mail
address with the details. You haven't
impressed me so far Mr. Morris, let's
see if you can do better. Goodbye."
Amanda handed the phone back to
Mickey. "That should be taken care of,"
she said.
Sean looked at her in the rearview
mirror. "You were talking to someone
named Mark Morris?"
Amanda nodded. "Apparently he
replaced Keith Longo. I take it you knew
nothing about the change?"
"If I did, it wouldn't have happened.
How could anyone think that I would
ever let Mark Morris work for one of my
companies?"
"Why?" asked Amanda.
"Mark Morris is the guy that was
pretending to be Kimberly's brother,"
said Sean. |
Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 3:17pm On Feb 20, 2016 |
"Sean, I'm beginning to think that we
have some serious personnel issues to
deal with."
"Yes Mrs. Wallace, I think we do."
***
Tom Folsom was recovering from his
latest sexual tryst with Kimberly Morris
(nee DuPont) when his cell phone rang.
Kimberly handed him the phone from
the bedside table as she left the bed,
walked to the bathroom and closed the
door behind her.
Folsom saw from his caller ID that the
call was from Kimberly's husband and
smiled as he answered, "What's up
Mark?"
"It looks like our Boy Scout has
resurfaced and he appears to have
brought a missus Boy Scout back with
him. You need to check the e-mail that
Bryce Pierre just sent out. Actually, now
it appears there's more than one. Hold
on, let me read this new one."
While Morris read the new e-mail,
Folsom went to his laptop on the desk
in the bedroom and logged into his own
e-mail account. Kimberly came out of
the bathroom with a damp washcloth
and began to silently clean the remnants
of their sex from him as he read the
messages.
"You don't have any idea who this
Amanda Wallace is?" asked Folsom.
Kimberly raised an eyebrow but didn't
say anything.
"No clue," said Morris. "She certainly
believes she has some authority
though. I can tell you that she has an
accent - it sounded British but it may
have been Australian. I've never been
good at distinguishing the difference
between the two. If she is to be
believed, she will not tolerate anything
short of immediate and full compliance
with her orders. I didn't want to test her
too much when she called me."
"Has anyone actually heard from the
Boy Scout himself?" asked Folsom.
"Apparently he made arrangements
earlier today through his assistant
Maureen to fly someone named Glenn
Parker from Dulles to Bainbridge,
Georgia."
Kimberly saw the reaction to whatever
her husband had told Folsom before
Morris heard it in his response, "Did you
say Glenn Parker and he was being
flown to Bainbridge?"
"That's what I was told," replied Morris.
"See what other information you can dig
up on the reason for the flight
arrangements, and do it quickly. We
may have bigger problems than a
meddlesome owner showing up."
Looking down at Kimberly as she
started trying to restore his arousal with
her mouth he added, "Have you spoken
to anyone else about any of this yet?"
"No," said Morris. "I assume Kimberly
is with still with you, so you can share
what you want with her." Mark knew
exactly what his wife and Tom Folsom
did while together. He had been their
cuckold since he and Kimberly met and
accepted his role willingly.
"I'll discuss it with her when the time is
right. I think the three of us need to
have a conference call with Bryce Pierre
this afternoon."
"Got it. Talk to you later."
Kimberly removed her mouth from
Folsom when she saw that her efforts
were not achieving the desired results.
"Want to tell me what's going on?"
"You may want to read these two e-
mails and then we'll see if we can start
figuring out what's going on together."
He stood from the chair so that she
could sit down in front of the laptop. She
opened the oldest e-mail from Bryce
Pierre first. "Did that son of a bitch
marry someone?" she seethed. "Who is
this Amanda Wallace?"
"It appears that she and Sean are
husband and wife from the content and
tone of Pierre's e-mail. Your husband
said that she has an accent, either
British or Australian, and apparently she
expects people to do what she says
when she says it."
Folsom nudged Kimberly out of the
chair and took her place, "You better get
dressed and on your way. I need for you
to be in your own office before I arrange
a conference call with Pierre."
Kimberly's anger had replaced her own
arousal so Folsom received no
argument from her as she went back
into the bathroom and started the
shower.
***
Sean turned his attention back to the
road. They had been on interstate 75 for
the last ten minutes so he and Mickey
had been watching for the target truck
being followed by a blue van. He called
his uncle for a location update.
Kirby gave them the latest, "The target
truck is in the far right lane approaching
exit 117 so you're about ten miles back.
There is road construction that has the
highway reduced to three lanes at that
point. Your vehicle description has been
sent to all the local authorities, so you
have a green light to push your speed as
circumstances allow."
"How soon can you coordinate a
conference call with the three other
trucks?"
"I want to confirm a couple of other
arrangements for your support first.
Let's shoot for about ten minutes from
now and I'll bring everyone in on a
conference call from here," said Kirby.
"Sounds good. Talk to you then."
When Sean disconnected the call,
Amanda asked him if she could use his
phone to check his e-mail for a
confirmation from Mark Morris.
"Sure," said Sean. "While you have it,
you may want to call Brian Hibbert. He
is in charge of IT support for my
sporting goods retail operation,
'Wilderness Outfitters'. His office is in
Alpharetta, Georgia so depending on the
hotel we stay at he will be within an
hour's drive from us. Ask him to get you
setup with an e-mail account with
Wallace Enterprises, then tell him what
you would like for a cell phone, laptop
and anything else you want. Tell him we
want it prepared to be delivered to you
tonight at the latest."
"Thank you Sean that would make
things much easier for me."
"Nothing's too good for Mrs. Wallace,"
Sean grinned at her.
Mickey's expression was turning more
and more stoic as Sean and Amanda
continued their charade of being
husband and wife, but she didn't say
anything.
Amanda found an e-mail from Mark
Morris and after reading it relayed the
information to Sean and Mickey, "Mr.
Morris' tone denotes a need for some
attitude adjustment but he has
confirmed thirty rooms for us at a hotel
called 'Wonderland Inn and Suites' off
interstate 20, near someplace called
'Six Flags over Georgia".
"The girls will like that place," said
Sean. "The 'Wonderland' brand is our
family-oriented chain. We try to place
them near amusement parks and other
attractions popular with families. The
rooms and amenities are tailored more
for children than hotels that cater to
business travelers."
"Let me call Mr. Morris back and let him
know that I received the information,"
said Amanda, but she didn't wait for a
response before dialing the phone.
"Mr. Morris' office."
Amanda recognized Nina's voice. "Hello
Nina. This is Amanda Wallace again.
May I speak with Mr. Morris please?"
"Certainly Mrs. Wallace, I'll get him for
you. Please hold on."
Mark Morris was on the phone within
seconds, "Mrs. Wallace?"
"Mr. Morris, I wanted to thank you for
your assistance with the rooms. That is
exactly the type of performance Sean
and I will expect from all of our
employees in the future. I look forward
to meeting you in the very near future.
You did receive notice that we will be
calling a managers meeting soon, didn't
you?"
"Yes I did. Does this mean that you and
Mr. Wallace will be taking a more
hands-on role from now on?"
"I am not going to discuss our
intentions with you Mr. Morris because
they are not your concern. Just keep
doing your job and following directions
given to you and the future will take care
of itself. How long have you been in
your current position Mr. Morris?"
"I have been here six months"
"And what happened to Keith Longo to
make your position available to you?"
"Keith was discharged," said Morris.
"Interesting," said Amanda. "I'm sure
that Sean would have mentioned it to
me if he discharged one of our vice
presidents, so maybe you can enlighten
me as to who other than either Mr.
Wallace or me feels that they had the
authority to discharge Keith Longo."
"I wasn't with the company at the time,
so I can't say who made the decision,"
said Morris but his wavering voice
implied that he did.
"Well then," Amanda continued,
"Assuming that the same person who
felt they had the authority to fire Keith
Longo also felt that they had the
authority to hire his replacement, maybe
you can tell me who it was that hired
you?"
Morris knew that Tom Folsom would
not be pleased but he saw no way to
avoid answering the question posed to
him, "I was hired by Tom Folsom."
"Ah yes, the elusive Mr. Tom Folsom.
Tell me Mr. Morris, are you loyal to Mr.
Folsom?"
"Sure, I guess. He's treated me well and
I respect him, so yeah I would say I'm
loyal to him."
"That's fine. Now tell me if you are
more loyal to Mr. Folsom than you are
to Mr. Wallace and me? I mean, your
history of deception where Sean is
concerned would surely make us
curious don't you think?"
"I don't know what you mean," said
Morris.
"Do you intend to blame Kimberly
DuPont for all the deception, Mr.
Morris?"
He was silent so long that Amanda
decided to prompt him, "How is
Kimberly by the way?"
His response was so low that Amanda
barely heard it, "She's fine."
"How does she feel about you working
for Sean?"
"Well, I have been reporting to Tom
Folsom since I started so it hasn't been
an issue for us yet."
"Do you think it will be an issue once
the proper chain of command is re-
established?"
"Reporting to you or Sean will be a
bigger issue for her than for me," he
offered.
"How so?" Amanda asked.
"Kimberly was hired to replace Marilyn
Turner as vice president of the
Communications division the same time
I was hired for my position."
"Was Marilyn Turner also discharged?"
asked Amanda.
"Yes."
"Interesting. Mr. Morris, when you
happen to speak to Mr. Folsom please
let him know that I would like to chat
with him at his earliest convenience or
by the end of business today, whichever
occurs first."
"I'll pass your request along..."
Amanda's voice became very firm and
tight, "Mr. Morris, do not ever confuse a
direct order from me as a 'request'. Is
that clear?"
"Yes it is."
"Good. Thank you again for arranging
for the rooms." She disconnected the
call and handed the phone back to
Sean.
"It appears that this Tom Folsom fellow
has initiated a mutiny of sorts within
your company Sean," said Amanda.
"What do you know about him?"
"We'll discuss it later," said Sean,
dismissing the subject with obvious
irritation in his voice. "You forgot to call
Brian Hibbert." He handed the phone
back to her. "Please make it quick."
Amanda wasn't offended by Sean's tone
as she took the phone back, scrolled
through the contact list until she found
the right number, and then hit "dial".
"IT, Brian speaking."
"Hello Brian, my name is Amanda
Wallace."
"Hello Mrs. Wallace. Congratulations to
you and Sean. What can I do for you?"
"Sean asked me to call you to have you
set me up with a corporate e-mail
account and to see if you could provide
me with a cell phone and laptop
computer."
"It would be my pleasure. I'll get your e-
mail account established immediately.
Your user name will be your first name
and last name separated by a period at
Wallace dot com. Your temporary
password will be today's date, entering
two digits for both the month and day
but four digits for the year. No spaces
or symbols."
"Sounds easy enough," Amanda said.
"What type of cell phone and laptop
would you like?" Brian asked.
"I think things would be simplest if you
were to get me the exact same models
for both as Sean currently has. That
way we can share accessories,
chargers, and be able to seamlessly
move between each other's units."
Amanda enjoyed the permanence that
her request implied.
"I hope I'm not being too forward, but I
can see how Sean would have been
attracted to you. You obviously have
great common sense and make very
wise choices."
"Thank you Brian, I am flattered. How
soon can you have the items ready?"
"I have the items available now. The cell
phone will need to be activated and
have a number assigned to it, but my
rep with the cell phone company should
be able to handle that within half an
hour. With your permission, I will go
ahead and setup and then synchronize
your e-mail account on it."
"That would be appreciated Brian.
Thank you"
"My pleasure. The laptop is also
available but it will take about two hours
to burn the standard image files onto
the hard drive."
"That's wonderful Brian. Would you be
able to have the items couriered to me
at the Wonderland Inn and Suites off
interstate 20 near Six Flags as soon as
they're ready? If I haven't checked in
yet, just leave them with the front desk
for me."
"Consider it done. Is there anything else
that I can do for you Mrs. Wallace?"
"Not at the moment, but I may be
calling on you for some additional IT
projects in the near future."
"I look forward to meeting you. Take
care."
Amanda handed the phone back to Sean
once again. He nodded and smiled at
her as he paired the hands-free
Bluetooth one more time and also
plugged in the charger to the cigarette
lighter so that he wouldn't have to worry
about the battery going dead on them.
Sean had also liked the permanence
that Amanda's request implied, and he
felt proud that others were as impressed
with his "wife" as he was. |
Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 3:19pm On Feb 20, 2016 |
Mickey continued to observe Sean's
responses to Amanda. She had to admit
that Amanda certainly knew how to
handle herself and to effectively impart
her will onto others, using either
kindness or intimidation when each was
called for. She had a smile that inspired
servitude, without arrogance or
entitlement. Each interaction that Sean
had observed between Amanda and
another person had obviously increased
his admiration in her. Her "Adam, come
try a taste of this apple" smile had been
saved exclusively for Sean, and it had
apparently worked its magic. It was
also obvious that Amanda worshiped
Sean and she made no secret of her
devotion to him. For two people who
had known each other for only a few
hours, there was a clear and visible
bond, and much to Mickey's dismay, it
seemed to be growing by the minute.
Amanda was about to impress her and
Sean even further.
"Sean, could I make a suggestion about
the rescue?" Amanda asked.
Sean met her eyes in the rearview
mirror and said, "What's that?"
"We're assuming that the blue van
following the truck is carrying the
traders, right? I suggest that we verify
that by you driving past the van and let
me see if I recognize anyone in it. If it is
holding the traders, then I'll try to get a
count of how many of them are in the
van, which will then tell us how many
might be either in the cab of the truck or
inside the carrier with the girls. Ideally,
all six traders would be in the blue van,
which would allow us to separate them
from the truck and make rescuing the
girls much safer for everyone."
"How would you suggest separating the
van from the truck?"
"The first idea that comes to mind is to
give them a flat tire so that they have to
pull over to the side of the road. If you
position this car behind them, maybe
Mickey could shoot out their right rear
tire without them noticing the shot.
Once they are on the side of the road
and away from the truck, they would be
sitting ducks."
Sean considered her suggestion. "Even
if only some of the traders are in the
van, dividing their force makes sense.
Okay, let's start by passing the van and
getting you a chance to see inside it. My
back windows are tinted dark enough
that no one will be able to see you back
there as long as you don't press your
face against the inside of the glass."
"Speak of the devil," said Mickey. "I
think I have the blue van in sight about
a half mile ahead in the right lane."
"Okay," said Sean. "I'll pass it on the
left so why don't you go ahead and
scoot over to the right side of the back
seat Amanda. Mickey, as we pass the
truck try to see if there is anyone in the
cab besides the driver. You may not be
able to see anything until we're far
enough in front of it for you to see the
windshield in your side mirror so let's
get it adjusted for you now. I have the
controls over here, so I'll move it per
your instructions. Use one of the trucks
behind us as your guide."
Mickey guided the adjustment of the
right side mirror until it was positioned
so that she could use it to see the
windshield of trucks as they passed
them. "All set," she said.
Amanda had moved over behind Mickey
and she also confirmed that she was in
position. Sean sped up to cut the
distance between them and the blue van
faster. Within only a few seconds, they
were passing it. Sean slowed slightly to
allow Amanda plenty of time to inspect
the occupants of the van.
"I recognize the driver and front
passenger," said Amanda. There are
two passengers in the middle seat and
two more in the very back seat, but I
can't see their faces clearly. I would say
that we have all six of the traders in the
van."
"That's good news," said Sean. "Now
let's see if the driver of the truck is
alone. Get ready Mickey."
Sean sped up again to pass the
container truck. He had to get ahead of
it by several car lengths before Mickey
had the windshield visible to her in the
side mirror. "Only the driver is visible,"
she said.
"Okay," said Sean. "I'm going to get off
at the next exit and let them get in front
of us again." He heard his cell phone
ring through the car's speakers and he
answered it.
"Sean?" said his Uncle Kirby. "Hold on
while I bring the three drivers on the line
with us."
"Before you do, Amanda got a look at
the men in the blue van and identified
them as the ones who captured her and
the girls. That is definite confirmation
that we have the right truck and it is our
target," said Sean.
"Good to know," said Kirby. "Hold on.
Stan, Bruce, and Tony; are all of you
on?" Three separate voices
acknowledged their connection to the
conference call. "Good. Sean, why don't
you take it from here?"
"Yes sir. Gentlemen, my name is Sean
Wallace. While you all work for one of
the companies I own, I am recruiting
each of you today to perform a task in
service to your country, not to me or my
companies. We need your assistance to
rescue 25 young girls who are being
held prisoner against their will. There
should be no danger to any of you
related to your participation in this
operation, and your activities will be
legal and fully sanctioned by the proper
authorities. I must insist that you keep
our operation secret until it is
completed, but after that, you will be
free to discuss it. Are you all in
agreement with participating in the
operation under these terms?"
"Yes," came the first response.
"Count me in," came the second.
"I'm in," came the third.
"Thanks," said Sean. "Now here's what
we need to do. The target truck is
currently northbound on I-75
approaching exit 146. As soon as it
passes exit 155 where the three of you
are waiting, you will need to enter the
highway and start positioning
yourselves. Once the target truck has
committed to taking the interstate 475
bypass around Macon, one of you will
need to move in front of the target while
at the same time another of you needs
to pull directly to the left of the target
and pace it exactly. That will have it
blocked front and side. There is a blue
van following the truck and my silver
Volvo SUV will be behind it. I need the
third of you to move in behind my car.
Several marked and unmarked police
cars will be tight on your tail waiting so
don't get concerned when you see
them. Any questions so far?"
One of the truckers spoke up, "This is
Bruce. I'll take the lead position in front
of the target; Tony why don't you take
the side and Stan you can take the rear.
I understand we don't want to use cell
phones during the operation itself, so
let's plan on channel eight on our CB's
so that it would be a quick flip if we
needed to switch to channel nine for
communicating with the police."
The other two truckers agreed with
Bruce's suggestion as Sean continued,
"We have two sections of I-475 that we
want to try and use. The first is the
section between exits five and nine and
the second is between exits nine and
fifteen. As soon as the target passes
exit five, I will attempt to get in position
for a shot to be made from the
passenger side of my car aimed at the
right rear tire of the blue van. If
successful, the resulting flat tire will
cause the van to pull over to the
shoulder where upon the police
following Stan will surround it and take
the six occupants into custody. As soon
as the blue van is separated from the
target, we need to box it in and force it
to stop, preferably along the shoulder,
but in the right lane if necessary. Bruce
will gradually slow to a stop, and with
Tony blocking the next lane over, the
target should have no choice but to stop
as well. Bruce, if you see the target
trying to pass you on the right, you will
need to counter that move by sliding
over and Tony will need to do likewise
from the side. I will remain directly
behind the target, trying to remain so
close that I am in the driver's blind spot
so that all he'll see behind him will be
Stan's truck. Once we have the target
stopped, I will secure the driver and
anyone else in the cab, after which we
open the back of the container to
release the girls. Does this plan sound
okay to you guys?"
The three truckers agreed with the plan
as described. Kirby added a few more
details, "There will be an Air Force
copter dispatched from Warner-Robins
within the next few minutes. The gunner
has everyone's cell phone numbers and
will send a group text when he sees the
target truck passing exit 155. It will be
positioned for its fifty millimeter gun to
support the capture of the blue van first,
and then will move up to cover the
capture of the truck. How long do we
anticipate before the bus and additional
I.C.E. resources arrive to the location?"
Mickey checked the time on the
dashboard clock before answering,
"Now that we have an approximate
location I can ask for a firmer ETA, but I
would say right now that the bus should
be on location within half an hour of the
rescue if not sooner. Remember that it
will be heading southbound, so unless
there is a spot for it to cross the center
median, it will need to go past to the
first exit where it would have an
opportunity to turn around and return." |
Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 3:20pm On Feb 20, 2016 |
Mickey continued to observe Sean's
responses to Amanda. She had to admit
that Amanda certainly knew how to
handle herself and to effectively impart
her will onto others, using either
kindness or intimidation when each was
called for. She had a smile that inspired
servitude, without arrogance or
entitlement. Each interaction that Sean
had observed between Amanda and
another person had obviously increased
his admiration in her. Her "Adam, come
try a taste of this apple" smile had been
saved exclusively for Sean, and it had
apparently worked its magic. It was
also obvious that Amanda worshiped
Sean and she made no secret of her
devotion to him. For two people who
had known each other for only a few
hours, there was a clear and visible
bond, and much to Mickey's dismay, it
seemed to be growing by the minute.
Amanda was about to impress her and
Sean even further.
"Sean, could I make a suggestion about
the rescue?" Amanda asked.
Sean met her eyes in the rearview
mirror and said, "What's that?"
"We're assuming that the blue van
following the truck is carrying the
traders, right? I suggest that we verify
that by you driving past the van and let
me see if I recognize anyone in it. If it is
holding the traders, then I'll try to get a
count of how many of them are in the
van, which will then tell us how many
might be either in the cab of the truck or
inside the carrier with the girls. Ideally,
all six traders would be in the blue van,
which would allow us to separate them
from the truck and make rescuing the
girls much safer for everyone."
"How would you suggest separating the
van from the truck?"
"The first idea that comes to mind is to
give them a flat tire so that they have to
pull over to the side of the road. If you
position this car behind them, maybe
Mickey could shoot out their right rear
tire without them noticing the shot.
Once they are on the side of the road
and away from the truck, they would be
sitting ducks."
Sean considered her suggestion. "Even
if only some of the traders are in the
van, dividing their force makes sense.
Okay, let's start by passing the van and
getting you a chance to see inside it. My
back windows are tinted dark enough
that no one will be able to see you back
there as long as you don't press your
face against the inside of the glass."
"Speak of the devil," said Mickey. "I
think I have the blue van in sight about
a half mile ahead in the right lane."
"Okay," said Sean. "I'll pass it on the
left so why don't you go ahead and
scoot over to the right side of the back
seat Amanda. Mickey, as we pass the
truck try to see if there is anyone in the
cab besides the driver. You may not be
able to see anything until we're far
enough in front of it for you to see the
windshield in your side mirror so let's
get it adjusted for you now. I have the
controls over here, so I'll move it per
your instructions. Use one of the trucks
behind us as your guide."
Mickey guided the adjustment of the
right side mirror until it was positioned
so that she could use it to see the
windshield of trucks as they passed
them. "All set," she said.
Amanda had moved over behind Mickey
and she also confirmed that she was in
position. Sean sped up to cut the
distance between them and the blue van
faster. Within only a few seconds, they
were passing it. Sean slowed slightly to
allow Amanda plenty of time to inspect
the occupants of the van.
"I recognize the driver and front
passenger," said Amanda. There are
two passengers in the middle seat and
two more in the very back seat, but I
can't see their faces clearly. I would say
that we have all six of the traders in the
van."
"That's good news," said Sean. "Now
let's see if the driver of the truck is
alone. Get ready Mickey."
Sean sped up again to pass the
container truck. He had to get ahead of
it by several car lengths before Mickey
had the windshield visible to her in the
side mirror. "Only the driver is visible,"
she said.
"Okay," said Sean. "I'm going to get off
at the next exit and let them get in front
of us again." He heard his cell phone
ring through the car's speakers and he
answered it.
"Sean?" said his Uncle Kirby. "Hold on
while I bring the three drivers on the line
with us."
"Before you do, Amanda got a look at
the men in the blue van and identified
them as the ones who captured her and
the girls. That is definite confirmation
that we have the right truck and it is our
target," said Sean.
"Good to know," said Kirby. "Hold on.
Stan, Bruce, and Tony; are all of you
on?" Three separate voices
acknowledged their connection to the
conference call. "Good. Sean, why don't
you take it from here?"
"Yes sir. Gentlemen, my name is Sean
Wallace. While you all work for one of
the companies I own, I am recruiting
each of you today to perform a task in
service to your country, not to me or my
companies. We need your assistance to
rescue 25 young girls who are being
held prisoner against their will. There
should be no danger to any of you
related to your participation in this
operation, and your activities will be
legal and fully sanctioned by the proper
authorities. I must insist that you keep
our operation secret until it is
completed, but after that, you will be
free to discuss it. Are you all in
agreement with participating in the
operation under these terms?"
"Yes," came the first response.
"Count me in," came the second.
"I'm in," came the third.
"Thanks," said Sean. "Now here's what
we need to do. The target truck is
currently northbound on I-75
approaching exit 146. As soon as it
passes exit 155 where the three of you
are waiting, you will need to enter the
highway and start positioning
yourselves. Once the target truck has
committed to taking the interstate 475
bypass around Macon, one of you will
need to move in front of the target while
at the same time another of you needs
to pull directly to the left of the target
and pace it exactly. That will have it
blocked front and side. There is a blue
van following the truck and my silver
Volvo SUV will be behind it. I need the
third of you to move in behind my car.
Several marked and unmarked police
cars will be tight on your tail waiting so
don't get concerned when you see
them. Any questions so far?"
One of the truckers spoke up, "This is
Bruce. I'll take the lead position in front
of the target; Tony why don't you take
the side and Stan you can take the rear.
I understand we don't want to use cell
phones during the operation itself, so
let's plan on channel eight on our CB's
so that it would be a quick flip if we
needed to switch to channel nine for
communicating with the police."
The other two truckers agreed with
Bruce's suggestion as Sean continued,
"We have two sections of I-475 that we
want to try and use. The first is the
section between exits five and nine and
the second is between exits nine and
fifteen. As soon as the target passes
exit five, I will attempt to get in position
for a shot to be made from the
passenger side of my car aimed at the
right rear tire of the blue van. If
successful, the resulting flat tire will
cause the van to pull over to the
shoulder where upon the police
following Stan will surround it and take
the six occupants into custody. As soon
as the blue van is separated from the
target, we need to box it in and force it
to stop, preferably along the shoulder,
but in the right lane if necessary. Bruce
will gradually slow to a stop, and with
Tony blocking the next lane over, the
target should have no choice but to stop
as well. Bruce, if you see the target
trying to pass you on the right, you will
need to counter that move by sliding
over and Tony will need to do likewise
from the side. I will remain directly
behind the target, trying to remain so
close that I am in the driver's blind spot
so that all he'll see behind him will be
Stan's truck. Once we have the target
stopped, I will secure the driver and
anyone else in the cab, after which we
open the back of the container to
release the girls. Does this plan sound
okay to you guys?"
The three truckers agreed with the plan
as described. Kirby added a few more
details, "There will be an Air Force
copter dispatched from Warner-Robins
within the next few minutes. The gunner
has everyone's cell phone numbers and
will send a group text when he sees the
target truck passing exit 155. It will be
positioned for its fifty millimeter gun to
support the capture of the blue van first,
and then will move up to cover the
capture of the truck. How long do we
anticipate before the bus and additional
I.C.E. resources arrive to the location?"
Mickey checked the time on the
dashboard clock before answering,
"Now that we have an approximate
location I can ask for a firmer ETA, but I
would say right now that the bus should
be on location within half an hour of the
rescue if not sooner. Remember that it
will be heading southbound, so unless
there is a spot for it to cross the center
median, it will need to go past to the
first exit where it would have an
opportunity to turn around and return." |
Re: Heavy Traffic by ashatoda: 7:35pm On Feb 20, 2016 |
this is so interesting and captivating. Its like i am watching a movie |
Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 7:24am On Feb 22, 2016 |
ashatoda:Sit back an relax cus dis movie as not even started getting interesting. |
Re: Heavy Traffic by ashatoda: 7:30am On Feb 22, 2016 |
sirExPresiDent:Yeah, in dat foreign english voice, 'lets go there'. |
Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 11:32am On Feb 25, 2016 |
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Re: Heavy Traffic by sirExPresiDent: 7:58pm On Feb 27, 2016 |
"I'll check with the Georgia State Police
to see where the median crossings are
along the sections we are targeting and
let you know," said Kirby.
"Great," said Sean. "If there are no
more questions, Bruce, Stan and Tony
need to get their trucks ready to roll as
soon as you receive the text. If the
target takes I-75 instead of I-475,
continue to follow it and we'll regroup
north of where the two highways meet
up again near Forsyth. Good luck
everyone."
Once the call ended Mickey wanted to
voice a concern. She would have
preferred to mention it just to Sean, but
she couldn't justify asking Amanda for
privacy at this point, although Sean
would be exiting the highway soon to
allow the target truck and blue van to
get in front of them again.
"I am concerned about the idea of
shooting out the back tire. When we
passed the blue van earlier I looked at
the angles and the location of the fuel
tank leaves a very small target area to
hit the tire."
Amanda heard this and added her own
observation, "You will also need to be
prepared to adjust for the wind velocity
generated by shooting from a moving
vehicle." Looking at the trees along the
side of the road she continued, "Plus
there is a slight cross wind from right to
left with our current driving direction. If
our direction changes then the cross
wind will likely change as well."
Mickey was glad to have Amanda's
contribution to her explanation of the
challenges faced by trying to shoot out
the tire as originally planned. The fact
that it was Amanda's idea now being
challenged made Mickey feel more
confident in raising her concerns with
Sean. Her confidence didn't last long.
"Maybe you should take the shot from
the window back here," offered Amanda.
"You wouldn't have the side mirror in
the way and the wind directions would
be more consistent because the window
here is farther back from the
windshield."
"Have you ever shot from a moving
vehicle before?" Sean asked Amanda.
"Of course," said Amanda. "That's how
we used to hunt wild rabbits on the
ranch. My brother would drive the
pickup truck and I would shoot them out
of the bed of the truck or from the cab if
the weather was nasty."
Turning to Mickey he asked, "What do
you think about letting Amanda take the
shot?"
Giving Amanda one more opportunity to
impress Sean was not something that
Mickey was inclined to accept, but she
relented under the gaze of Sean. "Well,
she does have the Olympic medals..."
Sean reached under his seat and
removed the Smith & Wesson automatic
pistol that he had clipped there. He
handed it over the seat to Amanda and
said, "Why don't you familiarize yourself
with this and let me know if you think
you can use it to hit the target?"
Amanda took the pistol and examined it.
"This is pretty light. You don't see many
automatics without a safety." She
released the magazine and cleared the
chamber. "Eight shot magazine with
one in the chamber and no safety? Sort
of risky, isn't it Sean?"
"The best safety is a trained and
responsible gun owner," said Sean.
Amanda thought he was being cavalier,
especially since the pistol had simply
been hidden under his car seat and not
locked or secured in any fashion, but
she decided not to mention that right
now.
"I would prefer a longer barrel and the
light weight will be both a hindrance and
a blessing, but I can make the shot with
this," she said.
Frustrated, Mickey asked sarcastically,
"Amanda, were you Prom Queen in high
school?"
Recognizing the attempted jab, Amanda
didn't ignore it. "I was home schooled
until I left to attend Charles Darwin
University when I was sixteen. I was
never Prom Queen, but I was Miss Teen
Australia when I was seventeen."
"Is it common for students to start
university at sixteen in Australia?" asked
Sean. Mickey didn't want to hear the
answer, sensing it would go against her
like everything else about Amanda had
so far.
"It's not common," said Amanda, "but
it's not entirely unheard of. I think most
students start university when they are
seventeen or eighteen. I actually started
taking my university level courses via
correspondence when I was fourteen
because my parents didn't want me
living on campus until I was at least
sixteen."
The ringing of Sean's cell phone
interrupted the conversation about
Amanda's education. "Sean Wallace,"
he answered.
"Sean, this is Maureen. Have you got a
minute?"
"Sure Moe. What's up?" He had just
taken an off ramp and pulled onto the
shoulder of the on ramp that would
allow him to pull in behind the blue van
once it passed them on the highway.
"I wanted to let you know that Mark
Morris is pushing me for details on the
flight arrangements I made for Mr.
Parker. I told him that I didn't know the
reason behind your request, how you
knew Glenn Parker, or any other details
about the circumstances leading up to
your request but I don't think he
believed me. He threatened that Tom
Folsom would fire me by the end of the
day unless I cooperated with him and
told him what he wanted to know. I
wanted you to know in case he has my
phone and system access shut down
and you needed to get in touch with me.
Do you still have my home and personal
cell numbers?"
"Yes Moe I have them, but you will not
be fired. Trust me." Turning to Amanda
he said, "Do you mind if I handle this for
now?"
With a grin she said, "Please do."
"Okay Moe, here's what I want you to
do. I want you to go home. I will contact
you there if I need anything, but you
don't need the stress or aggravation
right now. You will be hearing from
either Amanda or myself when we want
you back in the office."
"Okay Sean, and I so look forward to
meeting Amanda. I'll try not to
embarrass you too badly when I turn
you over my knee for not telling me you
had gotten married." Hearing Amanda
laughing made Maureen add, "Is that
you Mrs. Wallace?"
"Hi Moe, please call me Amanda.
"Of course Amanda. As with Sean, if
there is anything I can ever do for you,
please let me know."
"Just go home for now, but to add to
what Sean said, please keep us posted
if you hear anything from other
employees that you feel we should know
about."
"Thank you Amanda, thank you Sean.
Bye."
As soon as the call ended, Sean initiated
a new one using voice command, "Call
Brian Hibbert."
The sound of the phone ringing was
short as Brian answered almost
immediately, "IT, Brian speaking."
"Brian, this is Sean Wallace. Amanda is
here with me and we wanted to thank
you for jumping on her request so
quickly."
"It is my pleasure Sean. The cell phone
is ready and the laptop should be
finished loading the image within the
hour. You still want them to go to the
hotel as Amanda instructed?"
"Yes, that will be fine. The reason I'm
calling now is related to Amanda
mentioning some additional IT projects
that we would need your assistance
with. You do have full system admin
rights for all of Wallace Enterprises don't
you?"
"I do. What do you need?
"Write down these three names; Tom
Folsom, Mark Morris, and either
Kimberly Morris or DuPont. I'm not sure
how she may be setup in the system."
"I do," said Brian. "She's setup as
'Kimberly Morris'."
"Okay," said Sean. "We want you to
restrict the system access for all three
of these employees immediately. No
more access to any servers,
applications or accounts other than
corporate e-mail and we want that
restricted to them only being able to
send and receive e-mails from either
myself or Amanda. Can you do that?"
"You don't want me to just delete their
user ID's completely?" asked Brian.
"No, I don't want them terminated yet, I
just want them to get the message that
they are being put on a very short leash
for the time being. Understand? Also
make sure that no one else in the
organization with system admin rights
such as yours will be able to change
things once you have restricted their
access. Is that possible?"
"That would only be possible if I first
went in and changed everyone else with
system administration rights to restrict
their ability to make changes. I can do
that, but it leaves me as the sole master
system administrator. I have an idea!
Just in case something happens to me,
like I get hit by a bus or something, I
can setup Amanda and you with the
same system administrator rights as
me. That way if it ever became
necessary, one of you would be able to
assign rights to others."
Sean looked at Amanda and she
nodded. "That's fine for a short-term
solution, but I would like your ideas on a
more secure administration protocol
going forward. I have a friend who
works at Brandt Consulting. I'll send
you his contact information so you can
bring them in for an analysis and their
suggestions."
"Sounds good," said Brian. "I'll get on it
right now. The restrictions will be in
place within half an hour."
"Thanks, and Brian you may get some
pushback and even some threats about
this. Know that you are bulletproof on
this because Amanda and I have you
covered. Got it?"
"I never doubted that Sean. Holler if you
need anything else." The call was
disconnected.
Mickey tapped Sean on the shoulder
and pointed to the target truck and blue
van which had just passed the on ramp
they were sitting on. Sean accelerated
and moved back onto the highway
about a quarter mile behind their
targets. Only two more exits before the
split of interstates 75 and 475. The three
blocking trucks should be coming on at
the next on-ramp if the Air Force
helicopter sends the promised text.
***
"Sheriff Smith."
"Hello Sheriff, this is Tom Folsom."
"What can I do for you Tom?"
"Sheriff, have you heard anything from
the film company crew that is in your
area today?"
"No, and I wouldn't expect to. Why do
you ask?"
Folsom considered his response. "Do
you know of any reason why Glenn
Parker would be returning this afternoon
on a private jet, landing in Bainbridge
around two hours from now?"
Sheriff Morgan Smith thought for a
minute and said, "I have no idea. He
told me that he would be gone until
Friday, and today is only Wednesday.
How did you hear about this?"
"Sean Wallace called his secretary and
asked her to make the flight
arrangements for Parker."
"Why would Wallace do that?" asked
Smith.
"Could Wallace have stumbled upon
what was going on at Parker's cabin?"
asked Folsom.
"Their cabins are pretty far apart for
Wallace to hear any screams or
anything, so I don't think it's likely."
"The girl chosen to act in the movie was
supposed to be untraceable, right?"
"That's what we were told," confirmed
Smith.
"Well Sheriff, you may want to check
out the progress of the movie and make
certain that the production is shut down
before Parker gets home."
"I can't send one of my deputies and
that cabin is clear on the other side of
the county. It will take me at least two
hours to drive there from where I am." |
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