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subrob1967 -> The Hunt...Part 1 F/m (3/29/2011 11:26:11 AM)
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The Hunt
Chapter 1
6 September
'There's that damn itch again!' I think as I slowly pivot my head from left to right, trying to catch a glimpse of the Hunter as I pay for my groceries.
Ever have that feeling that someone is staring at you, watching you, following you... Stalking you?
This isn't the first time I've been hunted, but I thought that was in my past. After twelve years of Army life, and two years working as a contractor for White Cap, I'd had enough of war, blood, and being hunted...
With a flush bank account, and the rest of my life ahead of me, I chose to hang out in Miami for a while.
I figure lots of beach, beer, and babes are exactly what I need while I decide on my future.
I feel the unseen eyes upon me once again as I secure my groceries in the saddle bags of my bike, and I let my eyes roam across the lot, looking for my nemesis...
"He knows we're watching him," Miranda says as she lowers the digital Nikon.
"Relax, sister," Athena replies, "every vehicle in the lot has tinted windows, he'll never see us. Look, here comes Antoinette."
"I see her, I suggest we allow him to leave, and pick up surveillance later."
"I assume you tagged the bike?" Athena says as she looks over to the pretty 30 year old brunette in the passenger seat of the Minivan."
Miranda rolls her eyes and replies sarcastically, "of course, two days after Maria fingered him as a potential."
"The three of us have been stalking him for two weeks now, why are you so jumpy?"
"I don't know...He's hyper aware of his surroundings, I have a feeling this one is trouble..."
Athena raises the rear hatch and Antoinette carelessly throws her two bags in the back before climbing in behind Athena.
"He moves like a Panther," Toni says as she pulls off the gray wig, and latex wrinkles. "He should give us an excellent hunt!" She finishes as she removes her "Grannie" dress, revealing her voluptuous body, clad in skin tight Khaki short shorts, and Aqua bikini top.
The raven haired 27 year old's eyes sparkle with excitement as she grabs a bottle of water out of the small cooler at her feet. "I really hope Diana let's me take him down."
"Diana has to decide if he's worthy first," Athena reminds her. "Let's get back to the condo, I want to upload this morning's photos, and report..."
Unable to shake my feeling of dread, I take a round about route to my storage facility. I back track, make illegal U turns, and even ride the wrong way down a one way street.
I didn't spot any sign of a tail, so I stop and retrieve my Colt Commander, Milt Sparks holster, and two spare magazines from my bug out kit. I thought I was done carrying a firearm, but my growing paranoia has me feeling jumpy and vulnerable.
I slip the Colt into my waistband in a Kidney carry position and head home for the day, whomever is stalking me is damn good, so I keep alert as I return to my condo. I'm grilling a Delmonico on my patio and enjoying my first beer of the day. I feel relatively secure up here on the tenth floor. I've already ordered the cameras and motion sensors for the roof, and once I get them in place, I won't have to worry about a team rappelling down to my balcony unannounced.
The hallway is a bit of a concern, if I lay sensors out there, they'll trip every time someone walks down the hall, so I have to settle for high security locks and a crossbar. I make a mental list of the Western world's alphabet agencies who might be interested in keeping tabs on me, but can't think of any I might have pissed off enough to warrant a visit from a hit squad.
I guess it could be the Mossad, if you spent nearly as much time in the sand box as I have, chances are you run afoul of Israel at some point. But, surveillance isn't their forte, they prefer a nice, clean assassination to weeks of following a target. Perhaps it's Uncle Sugar, he's always interested in keeping tabs on his progeny who turn mercenary.
Fuck it! Who ever they are, they'll make their move sooner or later, and I'll be ready!
10 September...
It's been four days since I've sensed the surveillance, ether they found what they wanted, or they got real good at hiding.
I don't know which option I prefer, at this point I'm spoiling for a fight...
"Has Diana made a decision on number Six yet?" Toni asks Athena as she enters the kitchen.
Toni is eating half a Bagel, as she keeps track of Six's motorcycle with her iPad. Athena grabs the Orange Juice out of the fridge, and pours herself a glass before answering.
"Yes, we take him down on Friday, plans are being drawn up as we speak."
"As of now, Miranda is the driver, I'll handle command and communications, and Kaleigh is flying in to assist you with the capture, she'll be here tonight."
"I can handle him my..."
"Antoinette! You will obey my commands, is that clear?"
"Yes Domina, I will obey."
"I know you've been training hard, and think your ready for your first solo capture, but after last year, Diana is quite firm on the new rule." Athena continues in a softer affectionate tone.
"Is it true that you were there when we lost Denise?"
Athena closes her eyes in obvious pain as she remembers the one capture that went very wrong.
"I was the driver on that mission, our team became overconfident in our ability to control any situation after our first four grabs, and we missed one major flaw in our target."
"What happened? There are rumors floating around, but nobody seems willing to talk about it."
"The plan was excellent, Denise executed flawlessly, we just missed one detail in our surveillance."
"May I ask what?"
"Our target was a drug addict, he was so high on speed, the Etomidate had no effect. He grabbed Denise and snapped her neck before we knew the snatch went south."
"What did you do?"
"He ran off before we could close in, so we grabbed the body and fled the scene...Now you should understand why we take so much time on surveillance."
"Yes Domina..."
Friday 14 September 09:45 AM...
With my roof sensors in place, and a rappelling rig ready to deploy on my balcony, I felt relatively secure in my rental condo. I haven't sensed anybody tracking me for over a week now, and begin to wonder if my imagination got the better of me...Paranoia can be a real bitch sometimes.
I'm enjoying breakfast while reading the Miami Herald when I read a story about the Dade County Sheriff's Office preparing a testing phase for candidates looking to join the force. The story says they plan on hiring thirty new deputies and are accepting applications at the federal building downtown.
'Hmm, do I like Miami enough to settle down here?' I ponder as I pour another cup of coffee.
I'm sure there's plenty of action with Miami being a major drug smuggling route. I decide to call my Dad and ask his advice.
"Nilsson residence," an all too familiar voice answers on the second ring.
"Hi Dad, how are ya?"
"Davey! Good to hear your voice, son."
I hear the affection in his voice as he speaks, "still in Florida?"
"Yeah, how's Ma?"
"Same as ever...Donna, Davey's on the phone!" Joe Nilsson bellows out. I hear the warmth and love in his big harsh voice.
Mom picks up the extension and say's "hello David, how are you, son?"
"I'm good Ma, real good."
"I'm grateful to hear that, any trouble settling in?"
I hear the concern in her voice, and think back to the problems I had adjusting to civilian life after my days as a Army Ranger.
"No Ma, I'm doing fine, in fact I called to ask Dad's advice about joining the Sheriff's office down here."
"David, with your experience I'm sure Sheriff Swenson would hire you here."
"Maybe Ma, but you know me, I like the bikini's and warm weather."
Her sigh is audible, and I really do feel a tiny bit guilty, but I just can't imagine myself settling down in frigid Duluth Minnesota.
"I know Son, are you coming home for Thanksgiving?"
"Not sure about Thanksgiving, but Christmas for sure."
"Promise?"
"I promise Ma."
"Good, I'll let you talk to your Father, do me a favor and call your Sister, she's worried about you."
"I will Ma, I'll see you in December, I love you."
"I love you too Son."
I can tell my Dad is torn between encouraging me to follow my own path, and returning home to be with my family.
"The way Jerry Swenson tells it, Police work is ninety percent paperwork and ten percent panic, you ready for that, Son?"
"I think so Dad, I just can't imagine myself wearing a tool belt, and fixing pipes all day."
"I know Son, you were the worst apprentice I ever had...When you weren't flirting with the daughters, you were flirting with the mothers." He replies with a chuckle.
I fondly think back to my teen years, and helping Dad out with his plumbing business.
"Way I remember it, I was guaranteeing repeat business."
Joe's big guffaw's echo over the phone line.
"That you did, Son, that you did. About joining the force, I think you'll make a great cop, just promise you'll check six if you get the job."
"I will Dad...Thanks...Hey I have to get downtown by three, so I gotta run."
"Your welcome Davey, talk to you later."
And as usual, I hear a dial tone before I can say I love you...
"We got him!" Toni say's excitedly.
"Alright, we know the target's plans for the day, we have plenty of time to intercept him when he returns home." Athena say's to her team.
"Toni, continue your surveillance, call us when he leaves. Kaleigh, Miranda, lets go reconnoiter the area of operation."
12:45 PM...
"He just left," Toni say's into her cell.
"Good, we'll monitor his movements from here, call a Taxi and meet us at the convenience store across from the condo."
1420: PM...
"Ok girls, he's on his way, take up positions, let's do this right."
Kaleigh heads straight for the condo as Toni walks across and waits by the bus stop...
I park my bike in my designated spot and slowly glance around, no threats detected. I dismount and grab the twelve pack and application from my saddle bag. I tuck the papers up under my left arm while holding the beer in my left hand, I'm keeping my right hand free in case I need my Colt. I'm walking across the lot when my Spidy Sense starts tingling.
'Dark haired girl to my left walking towards me, cell in hands, she's absorbed in sending a text, no threat.'
'Redheaded woman coming up from behind, wearing scrubs and eating yogurt, no threat.'
'Man at bus stop looking at me, wearing Hawaiian shirt hanging loose over tank top. 'To conceal a weapon?' I think as my right arm slips behind my back.'
The guy starts toward me from the bus stop so I stop suddenly. He turns around when a bus pull's up but I'm so focused on the guy I fail to see the black haired girl until she walks into me.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," I hear her say just as her left hand comes up and brushes my throat. I feel the prick of the needle and whatever she used is extremely fast acting and my limbs start to go numb. My right hand wraps around the grip of my Colt, but I feel a hand pushing down on mine, pinning the Colt in it's holster.
I look to the right just in time to see the red head's right hand swipe across my Jugular. Once again I feel a prick, and my limbs become paralyzed. I hear the redhead say very loudly, "he'll be alright, it's just a touch of heat stroke. Miss let's bring him to my van, I have water and air conditioning, to cool him off, make sure you grab his things."
I can't move a muscle as the women tuck me into a cargo van, and speed away...I'm laying on my side when the redhead Rolls me on my stomach and removes my gun.
As she drops the magazine, and racks the slide sending the chambered round flying, she hisses, "you didn't tell me he was armed!"
The black haired beauty responds, "I didn't know! When we bugged the condo there was no sign of firearms."
"Dammit Athena! If I didn't hit him with the Vecuronium, he would have shot Toni! He almost had the gun drawn."
"I told you he was trouble!" Miranda say's from behind the wheel, as we race towards the marina.
"We'll debrief on the boat, Toni, secure the prisoner, Miranda, shut up and drive." Athena say's in a weary voice.
I don't feel a thing as my hands are cuffed behind my back, or the leg chains as they're secured to my ankles. I try to speak, but my vocal cords also seemed frozen, and the last thing I see is a black silk bag thrust over my head.
"Goodnight, Sweetheart." I hear the girl with the black hair say before I go under.
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