Post by Boqin "Henry" Lau on Aug 11, 2014 0:46:17 GMT -6
In the game of chess you always had to be steps ahead of your opponent. His was clever and had help but he didn't get where he was by being stupid. The ship might be sacrificed in this battle the girl would not be aboard. He liked the red head liked what Cullen came at him with over her so he wanted to keep her a little while longer. The man was not stupid and as he sat there in his office in Down town LA knowing he wouldn't be found. He was right there under the other mans nose and had been for a while now. Letter opener tapped on his palm and then thrown with deadly accuracy at a picture of Cullen Montoya pinning him between the eyes and waiting for the call that said the chopper had picked up the girl and brought her to his warehouse.
.......................................................later
He had gotten the call and gone to the warehouse to check out his prize. Rolling over the red head he growled and slapped the man nearest him. Cursing in his native tongue pointing to the drugged girl in her black leather skirt and tank top. It was obvious to him that the idiots had loaded the wrong one and that meant the one Cullen was after was still on the boat or might not be if he got to it. He was livid and shot the man who'd brought her here. Kicking the body till he felt better, there was still time to get his hands on another one. Or maybe the president of the club that bearded one he had to be worth something to Cullen right?
.......................................................later
He had gotten the call and gone to the warehouse to check out his prize. Rolling over the red head he growled and slapped the man nearest him. Cursing in his native tongue pointing to the drugged girl in her black leather skirt and tank top. It was obvious to him that the idiots had loaded the wrong one and that meant the one Cullen was after was still on the boat or might not be if he got to it. He was livid and shot the man who'd brought her here. Kicking the body till he felt better, there was still time to get his hands on another one. Or maybe the president of the club that bearded one he had to be worth something to Cullen right?
