Stargate SG1 Fan Fiction ❯ The Secret Life of a Major General ❯ Chapter 14 ( Chapter 14 )

Chapter 14

Outside Carter’s Residence, Las Vegas, NV
May 23, 2005
Afternoon

Five burly men sitting in a nondescript white delivery van watched as a motorcycle pulled into the driveway of a Las Vegas home. The motorcycle’s blonde driver dismounted her vehicle and tucked her helmet underneath her arm as she headed for her door. The van’s driver consulted the written description and picture of their target.

“It’s her,” he announced after closely scrutinising the information.

“Her?” the man with a crew-cut named Neil asked doubtfully. A doubtfulness that was shared by the other three men: Paul, James and Doug. They had been cautioned that this snatch would be dangerous, hence their numbers—but a blonde woman? Who, admittedly was one fine looking broad, but no woman had ever given more than two of them trouble.

“Certain,” Ray affirmed. Wondering just what the client, a man named Weaver, had left out if five men had been recommended to snatch this blonde.

Doug snorted as he picked up the tranquiliser epipen then opened the van door and hefted his beefy form from the vehicle, “Me and Neil will take this one.”

“I don’t know,” James spoke up, “if the client said five or more…”

“What the client doesn’t know, doesn’t hurt us—besides, we all get paid for this anyway,” Neil said as he followed Doug onto the street.

James did not say anything else in protest as the three men in the van settled down to watch the snatch.

“Ma’am? Ma’am?” Doug called out as he jogged towards the blonde who had yet to reach the front porch of her house.

“Yes?” she turned around, with a faint inquiring smile on her face.

“My friend and I,” Doug jerked his thumb over his shoulder at Neil and the man came up behind him, “were wondering if you could help us.”

“With what?” she inquired as the two men continued to approach her.

“Well, we were both wondering,” Doug made sure to continue rambling on to get within arms reach. “If maybe you could help us with…” Once he was within striking distance that was what he did. Strike. A massive fist lashed out to catch the woman in the lower diaphragm, forcing the air from her lungs.

That was when things went wrong.

Even as the breath was forced from her lungs, the palm of the woman’s hand snapped out and smashed into Doug’s nose. Only the loss of breath lessened the impact of her blow and saved Dough from death, her hand seriously breaking his nose instead of sending shards of bone into his head in a killing blow as she had intended.

As Doug teetered backwards and then staggered back, Neil rushed forwards as Ray, James, and Paul surged from the van. Suddenly comprehending that not only had their client told the truth—five men were needed—the bastard had left out the fact that the blonde was ruthlessly trained and most frightening of all—experienced in unarmed combat.

That had been proven when the sudden loss of air and inability to breathe had done nothing to slow her response down. Had in fact, put her on the offensive.

Neil barrelled into a wicked uppercut that split the skin of his jaw. A knee connecting with his groin with crushing force put an abrupt halt to his attempt to grapple with the blonde.

Just as Doug joined the fray again, the other three men reached the fighting woman. Using their sheer numbers and body masses, they tackled the blonde. As soon as she was under them Doug jabbed the tranquiliser Weaver had given them into the woman’s thigh.

The prick of needle from the epipen seemed to intensify her fight as she succeeded in kicking Paul off her legs when a knee got him in the eye. But the fast acting drug, its movement in her bloodstream aided by her fight response, soon knocked her out.

As soon as she was limp underneath them, and Ray was certain she was unconscious he directed Paul to help Doug and Neil as he and James stripped the woman of her purse, cell phone, watch, jewellery and anything else that could be used as a weapon or to track her and tossed it aside.

Moving quickly James and Ray picked the woman up and they all hustled back to the van. Ray started the engine and started to make their way to their destination. In the back, the sound of cursing was heard, punctuated by threats of violence directed at the unconscious woman that James had secured, as the injured men had their wounds tended too.

Thirty minutes later Ray pulled the van into the exchange point in a Wal-Mart parking lot. Weaver was leaning nonchalantly against the booth that covered the shopping carts, thumb on the pad of his BlackBerry with a thick briefcase at his feet.

Ray parked the van and climbed from the vehicle a deep scowl on his face as he approached the client. “The money?”

Weaver’s foot nudged the briefcase on the ground, his eyes on the rapidly appearing bruises of the other men as they exited the van.

Ray tensed when the client reached into the interior of his suit jacket, only relaxing with Weaver withdrew a thick envelope.

“Hazard pay,” Weaver drawled as he offered the envelope, the smirk obvious in his voice even if there was not one on his stony face.

Growling Ray snatched the envelope and peered inside, counting a large amount of fifty bills.

“The keys?” Weaver asked with his hand still outstretched.

Ray pointed to the briefcase and only after Weaver had nudged it over and Ray had picked it up and passed it over to James—then got the all clear that it contained their fee—did he hand over the van’s keys.

Weaver checked the woman tied up on the van’s floor before climbing into the driver seat and pulling the vehicle out of the parking lot, his finger pressing send for the message on his BlackBerry to inform Lord Oceanus the local labour had been successful in securing the target.

The two near identical children huddled together in the corner of the finely furnished hotel room. Golden-brown heads pressed together as they hugged each other tightly. Grey and brown eyes watching the occupants with the same fearful distrust in their eyes from the moment they had arrived—no matter how the brown haired woman tried to entice them out with treats and promises of good things.

The brown haired woman said Daddy was gone, but they knew that was not true. She said nonsense words about their father being killed and now their grandfather was going to take care of them. They did not know what a grandfather was. But if it took Daddy away then grandfathers were bad.

They wanted Daddy very, very badly. Where was he? Why didn’t he come for them?

They had been taken to see the suited man again today. He terrified them. He was very mean although he pretended to be nice but they knew that if he really was nice he would find Daddy.

And the blonde woman had been there too. She scared them more than the suited man did. She was mean and she yelled at them a lot.

She especially yelled at them when they asked for Daddy. So did the other men, the ones that grabbed them and their hands hurt when they picked them up and took them to see the suited man.

They just wanted Daddy. Why couldn’t they have Daddy?