Chapter Fourteen of the Story

Elliot lay on her back, fiddling with her charm bracelet. It was comforting to have something Jerin had given her in the concrete cell. Smiling, she traced a finger over the charm that resembled Sherlock. It had green eyes. Gently, she ran a finger over one of the eyes. Suddenly, a red beam of light erupted from the charm’s mouth. Elliot yelled in surprise and held her right wrist out from her body. When it didn’t do it again, Elliot examined the charm. As carefully as possible, she pressed a finger on the dog’s eye. The laser shot out of its mouth again. Experimentally, she pointed the laser towards the floor. Eyes widening in amazement, she watched as it burned a line through the concrete.
She jumped up and tested her new-found gadget on the bolt in the door. After several minutes of concentrating the beam on the lock, she was rewarded by a distinctive clink. Grinning to herself and thanking Jerin’s ingenuity, Elliot pushed open the door. Luckily, no one was about, and the corridor was dark. Surreptitiously, she slipped out into the hall and headed in the direction of the room she had seen the Boss in.
I feel like a spy! Wait…. I am a spy. Nevermind.
Giggling excitedly, she arrived outside the door. Voices wafted from underneath the doorframe, but they were muffled. Alright, Jerin, what else did you give me? Holding her arm away from her body just in case it blew up, she ran a finger over the clasp of the make-up compact charm. It was pink, so she figures it must trigger whatever it did. Suddenly, she could hear the voices more clearly. Holding it close to her ear, Elliot could make out what they were saying.
“I’m telling you, we should just get rid of them both.” That was Lisa’s voice, but it was different, somehow—colder.
“I understand my dear, but remember, I have a score to settle with Swanson.”
“I don’t care about your silly little pride, Dante. If we are to get the Uranium in the right places soon, we have to get rid of all obstacles, no matter how small.”
“ Don’t worry your pretty little head, Lisa. Most of it is already under the Pentagon.”
Elliot caught her breath. They were going to nuke the Pentagon!
“But what about the White House? It’s not there, yet. It has to detonate at the same time! If one detonates before the other, the second target will escape. Remember, I am paying you a fortune for this.”
Oh my goodness, they’re going to nuke the president! Wait… yeah, that’s a bad thing. A second thought struck her. Oh my wand, Lisa Clearwater is behind this! Zann was right!
Fearing discovery, Elliot slinked back down the corridors to her cell. As quietly as possible, she closed the door. Doubtlessly, Zann would notice the broken bolt when he let her out in the morning, but she thought he wouldn’t go running to Lisa Clearwater about it. They didn’t seem to like each other much after the past night.
Yawning, she lay down on the cold floor. She would have to escape the next day and warn the Pentagon and White House. She wasn’t sure how yet, but she was confident she could do it.
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Jerin stomped back to his apartment with Sherlock in tow. The black dog held her tail high and cheerfully, but the man hung his head and slumped his shoulders. Sighing, he unlocked the door and walked in. After dragging a coke from the refrigerator, he dropped onto the couch. Sherlock jumped up next to him. Smiling weakly, he ruffled the dog’s ears.
“If we want our Elliot back alive, we’ll have to move soon, old girl. I just can’t think of a plan, though. We can’t just rush the place, now can we?”
He drained the coke and leaned back into the old couch’s squishy back. Yawning, he let his eyes close for just a minute. He’d think of a plan after he rested his eyes for a few minutes. No harm in that. A sense of helplessness welled up in Jerin’s chest, but he forced it down. He would get Elliot out of there alive. He would. No doubt about that. With this comforting thought, he drifted into sleep.
Jerin was jerked into wakefulness by the sound of someone ringing his doorbell. Yawning he glanced at the clock on the coffee maker. It read one o’ seven in the morning. Annoyed, he pushed himself off the couch to see who on earth had gone calling at this time of night. Prepared to give whoever it was an earful, he swung open the door to reveal nothing. No one was there. He looked up the hall, then down it, but no one was in sight.
“Stupid kids,” he grumbled. He was about to close the door when he noticed someone had left a sheet of paper by his door. Curiously, he picked it up and closed the door. Unfolding it revealed a note addressed to him in spiky hand writing.
Jerin,
I think they’re going to kill Elliot soon. I’ve done everything to prevent it, but to no avail. I’m sorry. You need to get her out tonight, for tomorrow may be too late. On East Third Street, there is a van picking up contraband. The people on the job do not know Jack Kenneth is really a spy. Convince them of who you are and ask for a ride to the compound. You should get in without any trouble. Once inside, go to the main warehouse and look for cell number nineteen. Elliot is in there. I’ll leave you to your own devices to get you both out. Good luck.
It wasn’t signed. Jerin turned the paper over, wondering who it was from. How could he know he could trust this person? He or she could be leading him into a trap. Was that a risk he would just have to take? At a sudden thought, he lowered the paper so Sherlock could sniff it. She ran her nose over it for several seconds, then began wagging her tail.
“Think we can trust this person, Sher?” he asked looking down at the dog. Her tail hadn’t stopped its back and forth motion, so he took that as a yes.
Flipping open a phone, he hit speed dial. When the groggy person on the other line pick up, Jerin said, “Hey, Ben. It’s me. How quickly can you have a fake ID made up?”
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Dante Vang set down his glass. “It is two o’clock. I think we should turn in.” He glanced at the table next to the couch and noticed his laptop screen was flashing a warning. He stood up and strode over to it. After tapping the touch pad, he watched the video that had cause the security system to to alert him. As he watched, his frown grew more and more distinct.
“What is it?” Lisa Clearwater called form the couch.
“We had an eavesdropper.”
She joined him by the laptop, and he played the video again. Elliot had been caught spying on them on tape.
“Why that little—” she shrieked, so furious she could not finish the sentence.
“Calm yourself, my dear.”
“But surely she heard the whole thing! She could—“
“She’s still here.” He flipped to a video of Elliot closing her cell door. “See, no need to worry. I’ll simply have Mr. Kolzak deal with her.”
“Tonight?”
“Yes, of course.” Vang pressed a button on an intercom. “Mr. Kolzak, please join me in my lounge.”
Several minutes later, a wary-eyed Russian assassin opened the door. Yawning slightly, he stepped in. Zann carefully avoided Lisa’s eyes and looked directly at Serpent’s boss. He had a bad feeling about this.
Dante smiled. “I’m sorry to wake you, Mr. Kolzak, but I have a job for you.”
Zann felt all his muscles tense. Outwardly, he showed no sign that the statement had worried him. “What is it?”
“Miss Elliot has become a nuisance.”
Zann carefully interrupted him. “But sir, I thought you were using her as bait. I was hoping to get to shoot Jerin.”
Dante laughed. “I’m sorry. She was caught eavesdropping on mine and Miss Clearwater’s conversation. We discussed some things I’d rather the powers that be not know. You understand, of course.”
Zann nodded, a growing sense of dread forming in the pit of his stomach. “So, what is the job?”
Vang leaned his hands on the back of the couch and focused his eyes on the assassin’s green ones. “Kill Elliot. I want to hear the shot, so do make it loud.”

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Oh my goodness!!! Zann's gonna shoot Elliot!! So, Yes. Lisa wants to blow up the Pentagon and the White House. I just had to have fun with the "Wait... yeah that's a bad thing." Just me being silly, I'm not gonna help Lisa blow up the White House.<-- Just in case the Pentagon and/or White House decides to read my story. You never know what the gov is doing these days. They cooooould be reading my blog.
Anyway, the real question is why ? What's she got against the Pentagon and the President? Or maybe, is some crazy conspiracy by the Russians. Yeeeeaaaah. In case you can't tell, I now blame everything on the Russians. They will get you! And what's with this note someone left? Should Jerin trust this mysterious note-leaver? Maybe, they're just planning to blow him up. And how cool is Elliot's charm bracelet? I want one for Christmas. However, right now, I want to scream at Elliot. I mean, who but my main character would have the doors wide open to her and decide to return to her prison? *headdesk* What's up with that? And now she's gonna get shot because of it! You'd think she'd learn. The next chapter is amusing!