Fan Fiction ❯ Payback's a Bitch ❯ Viva Las Vegas! ( Chapter 2 )

********************************CHAPTER 2 Viva Las Vegas! ********************************

“God damn it Mike, it's 3 o'clock in the morning! What do you want?” she whispered into the receiver. “I know I know,” he said pacing back and forth in the basement grasping the pendant in his fist. “Who is it honey?” Nick mumbled from beside Jane. “No one,” she whispered and took the cordless into the bathroom with her.

“Look, Jane I'm really sorry for calling so late,” he started. “It's just... I found something on this pendant.” “The gold and iron one?” she asked putting the toilet seat down and sitting on it with her elbows on her knees. “Yeah, that's the one,” he replied. “What is it?” she asked.

“Didn't you major in Greek art and literature at one time?” “Yeah, what about it?” “Well I think that I've got something here... do you know what novus lubeo means?” he asked hopefully. There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone. “Jane?” he asked uncertainly. “Mike that's Latin not Greek,” she replied finally. “Shit,” he whispered in a defeated voice. “Not to worry though. I'm fluent in both,” she replied. “Are you sure that it doesn't say novus iubeo with an `i' instead of an `l`?” she asked.

He got out a magnifying glass and looked at the pendant under the lamp on his desk. “Damn it,” he whispered. “You're right. I just spent the last two hours trying to find out the meaning and I had it wrong the entire time,” he said with a frustrated sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair. “So what's it mean?” he asked. “Novus iubeo,” she repeated. I'm pretty sure it means `new order'. Does that help at all?” she asked. “I'm not sure,” he answered staring at the pendant in his palm. “Thanks Jane,” he whispered, “I owe you one,” he said as he hung up.

Jane stared at the phone in her hand, “yeah, how many times have I heard that before?” she whispered and pressed the `end' button on her phone. She sighed and walked back to bed where Nick was all ready back to snoring in his sleep. “That man is going to drive me crazy,” she whispered and climbed back into bed next to her husband.

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“Don't worry father, I'm not going to let anything happen to you,” he said as he tried to comfort the old man. “Look, Pierdont has the best men available crawling all over this hotel, inside and out. He's promised that nothing is going to happen to you,” he continued. “He can't promise that,” Quinn growled at his son, his unruly eyebrows furrowed. “Now if Lee was here --” he started. “But he's not,” Alexander cut him off. “You know that he disappeared over a month ago father,” he inquired. “I know that you moron. You think that in my old age that I've gotten senile, but I can assure that I haven't,”

Alexander sighed, “I'm going down to the lobby to make sure that everything is running smoothly,” he placed a hand on his father's shoulder. “Everything's going to be fine,” he offered him a reassuring smile, “I love you dad.” He received no reply. He sighed and walked away towards the door. He gently closed it behind him.

He looked over to the large barbaric men that stood near the entrance. “Keep him safe gentlemen,” he stated simply. They gave him equally vulgar smiles, “that's what we're paid for,” the larger of the two replied. Alexander nodded, “of course,” and made his way down the hall to the elevator with the thought of a martini in his head.

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Fay looked down at her watch. 12:32 a.m. Tonight was the night.

She looked across the way through her hotel window and into his room. There seemed to be every possible thug in Vegas staked out all over the premises and namely around the old man's suite. They had all been there a good three days waiting for something to happen.

“I'd better not disappoint them then,” she whispered and made sure that her guns were loaded and hidden under her jacket. She looked over to his room in time to see Quinn's son remove his hand from his father's shoulder and exit the room.

She almost felt a twinge of guilt for what she was about to do -- almost. No he deserved what was coming to him -- they all did. She let her fingers graze over the hilt of her sword momentarily before turning and leaving the room.

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Everything has been fairly calm around here Mr. Zaldalt. I can assure you that your father is safe,” he said sitting on the stool next to him. Alexander nodded in response before downing the rest of his martini. He looked down at his watch. It was 12:58. “Shoot,” he murmured. “What is it?” Ralph asked. Alexander looked over at the man sitting next to him. “I've only got two minutes to get upstairs,” he replied shortly. “One in the morning already?” he asked glancing down at his own watch.

He looked up and followed Alexander as he walked briskly over to the elevator. He stepped inside with Ralph Urnings right behind him and pushed the button marked `32'. The elevator was conveniently empty. Alexander leaned up against the railing and pinched the bridge of his nose trying to relieve the pressure. Ralph watched him out of the corner of his eye.

“With all due respect Mr. Zaldalt, we've been here three days and nothings happened. What exactly is it that led you to believe that your father is the target for another murder?” he asked quietly. He received no reply. “Mr. Zaldalt, I need to know what I've gotten my boys into,” he said getting quiet irritated with the man in before him. “Mr. Zaldalt --” he said walking towards him.

He stopped suddenly as the elevator shuddered and the lights above them flickered. It jerked suddenly throwing Ralph into the wall nearest him. Alexander sank to his knees to try to steady himself. The elevator came to a complete stop and swayed slightly. The lights went out. “What the hell is going on?” Ralph whispered through the darkness. He squinted slightly at the sight of a small glowing blue light. Alexander looked down at his lit up watch. “It's 1 a.m.” he whispered.

The two men sat silently in the darkness, neither saying a word. Ralph let his head lean up against the metal side panel of the elevator while Alexander huddled in the corner opposite him. The elevator shuddered to life and the lights flickered on. Ralph looked up at the panel above the doors. They had stopped in between levels 31 and 32.

The elevator came to a smooth stop and the doors opened. The two men looked at each other wondering who was going to be the one to exit first. Alexander stood and slowly walked through the doors.

“Oh my god,” he whispered as he made his way down the hall to his father's suite. He tried to avoid looking at the bodies, but they were everywhere. There were bloody handprints on the walls and bullet holes wherever you looked.

Alexander stopped in front of his father's door with Mr. Urnings right behind him. Alexander looked at the bodies lying sprawled out on the ground next to the door. Even through the bullet holes, he recognized the men as the barbaric looking ones that were stationed outside the door as he left. He shuddered involuntarily at the sight.

Very slowly he put his hand on the handle of the door and pushed it open prepared for the worst. “Oh god no,” he whispered as he saw the massacre that was in the room. He walked forward in search of his father but didn't have to go far before he saw the headless body in the middle of everything. Ralph entered the room and promptly began vomiting on the carpet as he clutched his gut.

“Father,” Alexander whispered.

* A/N: sorry that this was a bit shorter then last time, but I hope that you all enjoyed it. I'm out *

~Death's Obsession