Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Elven_Song:
-le gaspeh- Don't call Joe! -desperate pleas-
Young girls never listen to good advice do they? Even if the advice is given out of jealousy. =P
Please update soon, Mandie! I'll die if I have to wait too much more for the next chapter! :)
ladyrose:
AAAAHHH! NOOOOO!!!!!! Please write more quickly! I NEED to know what happens.......*waits imaptiently*
dangermouse:
*Waits patiently by computer for update*
Mandie:
Joe paced back and forth in front of her desk. Why hadn’t she been contacted yet? The longer it took, the more time she had to mull over her decision. She had expected the ordeal to be over with much sooner. As soon as it was confirmed that the job was over, she could sign the papers that would give her all the power, fame, and money. Her communicator started vibrating, startling her. She lifted it to her ear, her hands shaking with anticipation.
“Is it done?”
“Joe? Is that you?” Mael’s voice came through the earpiece, causing Joe to drop the earpiece. Quickly, she picked it up, punching a few buttons on the console in front of her as she held it to her ear once more. All she needed to do now was to keep her on the line until the trace went through.
“Mael?” Her voice squeaked, so she cleared her throat. It wouldn’t do to show her nerves now. “Hey babe, what’s up?”
“Someone’s after me, Joe. What’s going on?”
Her heart seemed to falter. What . . . what do you mean? Who’s after you? How did you get away? Where are you?” She glanced at the monitor in front of her. Darn it, this was taking a long time. As soon as she knew where Mael was, she could send the T’kl brothers to that location. They certainly had a lot to answer for. Perhaps a discount was called for.
“I...I don’t know. I was hoping you might have some idea. Do I have any enemies? I couldn’t think of any.” Her voice cracked, her fear coming through her tone. Joe smiled and settled back in her chair.
“Well, I certainly don’t know of anyone either. Where are you?” She asked the question again, hoping that she didn’t sound too desperate.
“I don’t really know. This guy helped me get away. We’re in this white brick building, but I don’t know where it is.” She paused for a moment. “What should I do, Joe?”
Well, at least now she had a couple of clues to pass on, even if she didn’t have a definite location. Joe barely restrained herself from throwing a tantrum, then an idea came to her. “Come home, honey. Surely you would rather be protected by your trusted friends rather than a stranger. Maybe he’s not rescuing you after all.” The blip on the screen started to flash faster. Just another few minutes.
“Yeah.” Her voice sounded unsure, but before Joe could make any more reassurances, she continued, “I’ve got to go. I’ll try to contact you later, when I know more.” With a click, Mael was gone.
Joe screamed in anger and stomped her foot. Then she caught sight of the blinking monitor. A smile curved across her lips as she punched some numbers into her communicator. Holding it up to her ear, she walked a few steps toward the window. When the other end finally answered, she spoke, derision and scorn dripping from her tone. “I though you were the best. I certainly paid for the best. Now I find out that you failed. Can anyone explain this to me?”
P’klan scowled, unsure of how it happened himself. The sabotage of the shuttle had worked perfectly, the rest of the job should have been as easy. “Be assured, mistress, that we do not leave a job undone. It will just take some time.”
“I am running out of time, off-worlder, and patience. You had better give me something more than worthless excuses.” Joe smirked again as she looked back at the monitor.
“We know she is being led through the city by a male companion. We suspect that this companion has some military training. All we need to do is finish locating them and separate the two. Without him, she is helpless.”
Joe wrapped her free arm around her stomach, her fingers reflexively tightening around the earpiece. “I can help you with the location. They are in a white brick building on Celtic Circle. Don’t fail me again.”
P’klan started, curious about how she had found out so much, yet knowing she would not tolerate questions. “Be sure, it will be done.” After Joe had disconnected, he looked up at his brother, his sharp teeth gleaming in the sunlight. “Let the game begin.”
As Mael disconnected, she glanced toward the door. Jowil was knocking on the other side. Breathing heavily, and startled by the noise, she pulled the communicator away from her face. “Just a minute!” She had definitely taken as much time as she dared. Sadly, she realized that she couldn’t risk another call, not yet anyway. Trying to place her worries for her mother aside, she slipped the uncomfortable boots on her feet. As she laced them up, she considered Joe’s advice. As much as she would prefer to scurry home, where she was safe and comfortable, she also worried about possibly bringing these killers into her loved ones lives. Sighing, she walked back into the main room without making a concrete decision one way or the other. “Okay, Jowil, what’s the plan?”
Jowil looked up, taking a sip of water, and almost choked. The clothes, while more appropriate than her last outfit, clung to her curves like a second skin. He wished he was that leather outfit, and the unexpected wave of desire caused him to swallow, hard. “Um . . . ” What had she asked? His brain was stuck in sex mode, and it was really confusing him. Why her, and why now? “I don’t know, but we really can’t stay here. Maybe we can go to this guy I know, and find out more about the enemy.” He was more than willing to call in a few favors to get her out of his hair. Mainly, though, a feeling of dread was getting heavier by the moment.
“Okay.” He was acting weird again. Mael wondered if she could rethink her sudden decision to follow him. Before any thoughts had really formed, however, Jowil was picking up his pack. He handed another one to her, a grin on his face. It was if he was trying to goad her into arguing with him. Well, she would show him! She smiled sweetly as she flung the heavy bag over her shoulder. “Well? Let’s go then.”
As she walked out of the room in front of him, he watched her butt swing hypnotically from side to side. It was so much easier to remember who she was when she was spitting mad. When she smiled at him, he forgot all the reasons he should stay away and only longed to take her to bed. Groaning, he followed her out into the street.
ladyrose:
Wow that was a great add! When can i have more?
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