The Investigators, Inc. The Mysterious Past Returns. Chapter 8. Love.

Mr. B. walked over to Adamson’s table, with Angel beside him. Mr. B. is quite a big man, big enough that, unless you are bigger and stronger, you would be a fool to try and fight with him. Adamson was sitting with 3 other men, but one had just left for the washroom, so Mr. B. sat down in his place and moved his food out of the way. Adamson also had 4 other men at the table beside him.

“You are either brave or stupid,” said Adamson. “My name is Mr. B.”, he said, “we have not met in person, but your representatives have come to see me twice. My organization is the Western Raiders, from America, you want me to join you.” “Yes, now I remember,” said Adamson, “well, you did not need to come all the way over here to talk with me. You could have waited until I was back in America.”

“Well, this just could not wait,” said Mr. B., “now, where did I put those papers?” He began to look under his western style vest. “They are right here Mr. B.,” said Angel, and she pulled them out from under his vest. “That was not under his vest,” said Willard, “it just appeared out of nowhere.” “Things like that don’t happen in real life,” said Mr. B. He then slid the folder containing the papers to Adamson. He gave it to Earl who studied it carefully, then looked up at Mr. B.

“How did you get this?” he asked, “You better have a good answer or you will be a dead man.” Mr. B. chuckled. “You better talk with your boss before making threats you can’t keep,” he said, “see those men over at those two tables? They are mine. And I have more outside.” “And those girls at the table behind me are mine,” said Angel, “you don’t have enough men to take on my girls and I, let alone Mr. B’s men. You should be more careful with your threats.”

“Now, I don’t like to make threats,” said Mr. B., “and I don’t like threats made toward me. People who toss threats my way always find out that was a foolish idea. Now, let’s skip the threats and talk like well behaved men, shall we?” “Yes, I quite agree,” said Adamson, “now, where were we?” “I received these papers from a man named Mandar,” said Mr. B., “how he got them I don’t know, and really, I don’t care.

They are your financial records Adamson, and they show how you have been cheating all but two of the organizations listed in those papers. There is even a section, though blank, for my organization and the supposedly agreed upon sharing of finances between our organizations. Your representatives had told me it would be 70% for me and 30% for you, which I thought was fair. But, on your records it mentions 60% for you and 40% for me, quite the difference.

Now, I have checked with some of these other organizations that I personally know, and they were quite upset to find out you had changed the agreements made with them, to your benefit each time. I do not like being cheated Adamson, and you were going to cheat me big time. I have a name for people like you, cockroach, and I simply detest cockroaches. I squash them on sight. You are going to find out that your big plan of organizing organizations under one umbrella, namely yours, is going to fall apart.

And it has begun to fall apart as we speak Adamson.” Right then Adamson tapped his spoon on his coffee cup and 10 men came running in with guns out. “Bad move Adamson,” said Angel. Suddenly Kat and her Wildcats came bursting into the restaurant and jumping on Adamson’s men. The one’s he had already in the restaurant got up to fight but Mr. B.’s men quickly subdued them and Angel went after Willard and Earl, killing one and knocking out the other.

Then Mr. B. went over to Adamson and stood him on his feet. Adamson tried to put up a fierce looking posture, but Mr. B. punched him several times and he lay on the floor, groaning. “Another thing Adamson,” he said, “Matt Knight and I are brothers and that means that Cynthia is my niece too. Stay away from her or next time I will kill you, and that is a promise.”

Then everyone left before the police arrived. They deliberately kept away until our group was gone. But Adamson and his men were gone too, he was in a rage now and vowed to get Cynthia back today at all cost. He was sure that his organization was suffering because others were laughing at him. And they were laughing because Cynthia had made a fool of him by escaping. He just kept saying over and over that she would regret doing this to him. His own men had never seen him so angry before.

Adamson figured this would be the best time to attack our chateau since only a handful of our girls were here right now. “So, how many girls are with Steve at the chateau?” asked Mr. B. “There should be 7,” replied Angel, “but one is Jennifer. Plus they have all the cats.” Angel smiled. Mr. B. was not smiling, however. He did not think that was enough to keep everyone safe from Adamson.

“We don’t know exactly how many men he actually has right now,” said Mr. B., “a man like him never shows his full strength unless it is totally necessary. This is not good Angel.” He was pacing back and forth in the room while he talked. Meanwhile, back at the chateau. “Danger coming Steve,” said Jennifer, “it must be Adamson. You and the girls should get into the safe room.” “I don’t want to run and hide Jennifer,” I said, “Sky is dead, why should I hide now?”

“Well, let’s see, there is a little girl named Erika,” said Jennifer, “she loves her daddy just as much as her mom. Have you forgotten that she is OUR daughter, not just my daughter? And, I love you Steve, I love you very much. I guess it is too soon to talk about that, but I wanted you to know how I felt.” “I think I already knew that,” I said, smiling, “and I love you too, very much. I have all along and wasn’t quite sure what to do about that. I mean, how can that happen?”

“Sky knew about it, she told me so,” said Jennifer, “she did not mind, amazingly, she said it was because I was a ghost. Now, all of you need to get in that safe room.” So, in we went, along with Dawn, Galyna and Crystal. Plus we took Muffin, Storm and Midnight with us. It almost seemed scary when I locked that safe room door, separating us from everyone else. Jennifer, Kat and Angel were the only ones that could open that door now that it was locked…

To Be Continued.

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