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Flights: To San Francisco
hijacker had come up to Greg, the man sitting next to
her, took out a gun and Kassie
Tom couldn’t watch.
me!” Kassie cried out.
sound of a gunshot tore through the plane’s cabin!
trembling, slowly opened her eyes. All the passengers
were dead silent, and those who had been crying had
stopped. She then slowly turned her head to Greg,
waiting for the carnage to reveal itself.
had a gun in his hand! He was alive and well, and Kassie
looked over to the black hijacker. He had fallen to the
ground, and had bled to death.
Tom,” Greg said in quite a different tone, “please
duck under your seat.”
second hijacker rushed over to their seats, and took out
his rifle. Greg quickly lifted his gun to the white
hijacker. He fired a shot, and Kassie could hear that it
hit its target, even with her head hid low.
pulled her head back up, and looked over at the white
hijacker. He clasped his chest as a bright red liquid
spread on the white fabric of his shirt. He collapsed to
the floor and lay beside he dead companion.
I – ” Kassie was cut off.
name is not Greg.”
looked up at him in shock. “Who are you?”
have been assigned by your father to be your personal
bodyguard,” he responded. “You can call me Patrick
father?” Kassie blurted out. “He… he’s dead.”
nodded. “And he told me to protect you after his
death. He knew that men would come after his family if
he were to die. I am here to protect you.”
took a breather. “And… what has my father done?”
has been in contact with information. Information that
certain countries want to be kept secret, but which he
has been assigned to get.”
men wanted his information?” Kassie asked.
Patrick replied, eyeing the passengers. “The
information went down with his plane. They don’t know
eyes opened wide. “You say that they will go after my
father’s family? What about my mother? Is she
Tom woke up terrified. She remembered the phone call she
had received the previous day, and the conversation she
“A hijacking?” she cried on the phone. “Are you
“No, m’am?” the woman repeated on the phone.
“It could be misinformation. We will call you if
anything new develops.” Dial tone.
Darla hung up the phone, and turned to Robert
“They say that my daughter’s plane might have been
Robert came over to Darla and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m
sure it’s nothing…”
hoping it was
nothing. She couldn’t help but be worried.
and shadow passed by her bedroom window. It was quick
and hurried. Darla jumped up out of her bed and froze.
is someone doing in my backyard? She asked herself.
got up, and wrapped herself in a nightgown. She slowly
crept into her hallways, and then into the kitchen.
warning, and pair of arms wrapped around her. She
screamed as soon as she saw a glint of metal in the
man was attacking her!
Evans had to go to work. She was lucky enough to have
had a few days off, but service manager at the Beach Hut
awaited her. She was lucky that she didn’t need to
wear the uniforms the waiters and waitresses needed to
doorbell rang, and she immediately thought it was her
mother. She had needed to bring some work home from 'Natural Exposure,' since she was head of their
Advertising Locale department. Gillian rushed to the
door and opened it.
day, isn’t it?” Giovanni Pike spoke softly, almost
seductively. “The bugs are annoying, though. Summer
bees and wasps.”
nodded, looking at Giovanni. “My mother isn’t
home,” she said, noticing he must have ran to their
bee was buzzing around his head, and he swatted it away.
“Can I come in? She said she’d be here, so it
won’t be long. I – ow!” Giovanni slapped his right
arm in pain. “Bee sting…”
Giovanni was wearing a T-shirt, she could see where the
bee stung him. “Come inside. I have some lotion.”
She pulled him inside. “Sit down in the living room.
I’ll go upstairs.”
sat down and Gillian rushed up the carpeted stairs. She
rushed into the bathroom and removed thin tube of cream.
She closed the cabinet, and realized she was only
hearing a tank top. She thought it to be a little
revealing, but Giovanni needed her attention.
came back down and saw that Giovanni had removed his
I have the lotion,” Gillian spoke, not trying to
stare. She crept up to him, and sat down on the couch
needed to get some air,” he said. “My apartment
wasn’t too far from here. I didn’t count on there
squeezed a dab of lotion on the tip of her finger. “I
am going to need your arm,” she stuttered.
smiled at her, and edged closer. “You’re looking
rather nice today. Heat got to you, too?”
was getting ready for work,” she responded. She gently
took Giovanni’s firm, muscular arm in her hands. She
saw the stinger, and pulled it out. She quickly applied
the lotion. “How does that feel?”
he answered, looking at her. “Very good.”
looked up at her “patient” and saw that he was
staring at her. Giovanni then quickly took Gillian hand,
and rubbed it on his arm. “It really stings.”
were both sitting very close to each other. He was
wearing nothing more that a pair of shorts, and she was
wearing less than usual. They both looked at each other
in the eyes.
back!” came a familiar voice, as the door opened.
“You are work, yet, Gilly?”
Evans came into the house with a bunch of papers in her arms.
She immediately saw Giovanni, half naked, on the couch
with her daughter.
is going on here!?”
please,” Vivian begged. “Why are you leaving so
turned to his wife. “It is obvious that Iris no longer
needs us. Her attacker has been convicted. She isn’t
even trying to
is scared!” Vivian insisted. “You have always been
hostile against her since… Lily. It wasn’t her
was!” Bo blasted. “And she wants to forget
walked up to her angry husband. “Iris isn’t to only
one who has secrets. I know a lot more about what you
and our son, Wyle, have done. I have kept it secret, but
I don’t know – it makes a good bargaining tool,
ungrateful bitch!” Bo screamed at his wife. “Our
daughter is getting away with a heinous crime from the
past, and you are against me?”
least hers was an accident,” Vivian countered. “You
and Wyle both were involved in something twice as bad.
And I helped you!
I can as easily get you make into the mess as I did
getting you out of it.”
glared at his wife. He hated her so much at that moment.
to the battling couple was someone at their doorway.
Wyle Torres had listened in on her mother’s conversation, and
he, like his father, was not amused…