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For a smile as wide as a country sunrise
Jennifer liked my idea to send Angel with Mr. B. (not ours, the other one), that way we can keep him safe. Plus we have men that Adamson hasn’t yet seen, so we can let Mr. B. have those. He also brought some of his own trusted men along after asking if that would be okay. I, meaning Jennifer, said that would be fine. Sometimes it’s better working with people you know. Mr. B., playing Matt’s brother and therefore another uncle for Cynthia, will be talking with Adamson at breakfast in the morning.
Mandar is going on a short trip to Germany to try and enlist the help of someone who doesn’t really like us very much. However, Mandar thought it would be a good idea after Cynthia and Jacquelyn gave us more information about Adamson. Seems his big organization is really a conglomerate of many organizations. Annelie, with help from Cynthia, was able to hack into Adamson’s records and print out copies for us.
It would appear that Adamson has been cheating his “friends”, and I am sure they would like to find out about that. Perhaps it will be easier to take down Adamson from within, rather than from without. We will see if these other organizations will believe these records or not. Jennifer will go along with Mandar on this trip since it is close by and they will not be gone long. We have enough girls here, and cats, to guard the girls and I, although Jennifer was still a bit reluctant to leave me.
Meanwhile, “Mr. Adamson, a bunch of them Investigators just left the chateau,” said Willard, “would you like us to move in now?” “No, not yet,” he said, “it could be a trap. Drive around and see if you can find them hiding out somewhere close by, but leave someone behind to watch the chateau. We will wait until after breakfast to attack them.”
Meanwhile, Mandar, Jennifer and two other bodyguards arrived at their destination and went inside. Mandar immediately went over to the table of a familiar foe, but was stopped before he sat down. “Check him,” said Hoffman. One of his men did so. “Nothing on him boss,” said the man, “want me to check the dames too?” Hoffman looked at the girls.
“No, it is quite obvious they couldn’t hide any weapons in those clothes,” he said, “now, you are a brave man to come back here again. What makes you think I will let you leave here this time?” “Well, I doubt you could stop us from leaving Hoffman,” said Mandar, “and I do have something important that might interest you. I am sure you know a Mr. Peter Adamson, you are basically working for him now.” “We are partners,” said Hoffman indignantly, “I work for no one.”
“Well, according to Adamson’s records you are listed as an employee. Now where did I put those papers?” “Right over here Daddy,” said Jennifer, and she pulled out a folder full of papers. “Ah yes, thank you my dear,” he said, and he slid the folder down the table to Hoffman. “Where did that come from?” asked Willard, “You didn’t have it when I checked you.” “Well of course I did,” said Mandar, “things like that don’t just appear out of thin air.”
Hoffman handed the papers to the man sitting beside him. “Yep, those are Adamson’s records,” he said, “and that is Adamson’s signature next to his treasurers signature. But things are not the way they should be. This is the money we have been getting, but it’s not what we should be getting.” “You should be getting more I presume,” said Mandar. “Yes, the deal was we get 60%, he gets 40%,” said Hoffman. “Well,” said Hoffman’s man, “according to this, Adamson is getting 65% and we are getting 35%.
He owes us a lot of money for the last 6 months.” “How did you get this Mandar?” asked Hoffman. “Well, sometimes things like that just kind of fall into my hands,” said Mandar, “and usually I will sell such information. However, this Adamson is trying to move into my territory, which I do not care for, so I am getting in touch with several other organizations, such as yours, to see if we can perhaps work together and kick out this Peter Adamson before he gets big enough to destroy each of us.
He is already doing this by starving money from those who have come under his “umbrella”, so to speak. Personally I think it is time we take back what we have worked hard to build. I have contacted the Knight Riders, the Western Raiders from America and a couple of others from America as well. They have all joined in on this idea when they discovered, as you just did, that Adamson was stealing from them.
Anyway, I will leave that with you and you may contact me at this number.” He then tossed a business card on the table. Hoffman ordered some dessert for Mandar and the girls which they thoroughly enjoyed. While Mandar was still eating, Jennifer whispered something to him. He then looked up just as their waitress was about to enter the gambling room. “One moment, my dear,” said Mandar, “Hoffman, how much do you want for that delightful young woman?”
Hoffman looked at the woman, then over to Jennifer, then back to Mandar. He then thought for a few moments. “I suppose I can let you have her for 10,000 euros, but no less,” he said. Mandar whispered to his two regular bodyguards and they went out to the car, returning in just a few minutes with the money. One of the girls handed the money to Hoffman. The woman being bought by Mandar was standing by Hoffman now, obviously very scared, not knowing what was happening.
“Go with him Kiara,” said Hoffman. She slowly walked over to Mandar. “Do you have anything you want to pick up my dear?” Mandar asked. She shook her head no. So, Mandar and girls got up and walked out, not looking back. They quickly got into the car and drove off, meeting the rest of their group not far away. The others were close by, just in case there was trouble with Hoffman. But, things went very nicely.
Mandar tried talking with the girl he had bought, but she just sat there, scared, not knowing what was going to happen. Jennifer spoke nicely to her and explained she had nothing to worry about, Mandar had just bought her freedom from Hoffman, nothing else. They would gladly take her wherever she wanted to go, or she can stay with them and she can then live with her and a bunch of other girls that work as private investigators, trying to help other people just like her.
The girl then pointed to herself, then to Jennifer and produced a weak smile. “Are you not able to talk?” Jennifer asked. Kiara shook her head, no. “Is it because of Hoffman?” asked Mandar. Kiara shook her head, yes. Apparently Hoffman has a new ‘ape’ that ‘teaches’ unruly girls how to behave. They arrived safely back at the chateau, but the rest of the team remained away, laying our trap for Adamson’s men. Morning arrived, Adamson had just sat down to enjoy his breakfast when Mr. B. came walking in…
To Be Continued.
©2024 Steve McLeod.
Before Adamson was finished with lunch, Kat and some of her Wildcats came bouncing in to the restaurant with Kat landing on top of Adamson’s table once more. “Well, here we are Mr. Adamson,” she said, “I hear you have been looking for us all morning. But I will give you a warning Mr. Adamson, leave us alone if you want to stay healthy. I am not as patient as my uncles and if you try to kill 2 or 3 of my little friends, then I will have to kill you. Do you understand me?”
Adamson just looked up at her and sneered. “I don’t take orders from little girls,” he growled, “so go away before you get hurt.” He had 3 men sitting at the table with him, and four more at the table beside him. Kat then went into action, kicking the 3 men at Adamson’s table, knocking them off their chairs. She was careful not to kick them too hard, she didn’t want to kill them just yet.
The other Wildcats had some fun with the other four men and very quickly had them on the floor and unconscious. “Now, let’s see how tough you are without your men to protect you,” said Kat. She jumped down from the table and told Adamson to get up. He just sat there smiling at her and picked up his coffee cup. Kat hit the cup which splattered the coffee all over Adamson. The Wildcats laughed at him.
Then Kat nodded and two of her girls picked up Adamson and stood him on his feet. Kat then punched him in his rather fat stomach. He groaned a bit but stood up straight again, so Kat hit him again. He groaned even more and slowly stood up straight. Kat gave him a hard back handed slap and Adamson fell over sideways tumbling over his chair.
The two Wildcats picked him up again while all of the others laughed at him. Kat gave him another back handed slap, the other side this time, and he fell to the floor, which produced another round of laughter from the Wildcats. “I would suggest you stay away from me and my little girlfriends,” said Kat, still in her little girl voice, “and you stay away from my cousin Cynthia or us Wildcats will scratch you to pieces!” Then they left, driving off in their vans.
“Well, at least I know what kind of vehicles they drive,” said Earl, “so it will be easier to find those Wildcats now.” “How do things like that manage to get a license to drive?” grumbled Adamson. “They may not all be like that,” replied Earl. “Yes, you could be right,” he said. “You know,” continued Earl,” those Wildcats are a bunch of beauties, they would be nice to use in your, uh, photo studio.” “Hmm, that would be even better than killing them,” said Adamson, rubbing his chin, “great idea Earl, get me some of them, that will teach that little girl a lesson.”
“Sorry Adamson,” said Kat to herself, “but you will not get any of my Wildcats for your repulsive photo studio and other things you want them for.” “I just thought of something, Mr. Adamson,” said Earl, “that gal mentioned her uncles, but we have only met one uncle so far. I hope there are no more to come around and help protect Cynthia.” “It won’t matter Earl,” said Adamson, “when my boys get here tomorrow, we will have sufficient strength to deal with anyone.”
“I sure hope so,” said Earl, “because they have a lot on their side right now.” “Numbers are not the only thing to win a fight,” Adamson reminded Earl, “brains are necessary as well. These are small time gangs who exist by projecting muscle, but they can’t stand when confronted with intelligence. My thought is that they will all work together because they will perceive us as a common enemy and they have a common goal in protecting Cynthia.
So, we plan a trap for them, to draw the greater portion of them away from that chateau. Then we move in and pick up Cynthia, and any other women that might fit our needs, and off we go before the rest even knows what hit them.” “Huh, I never would have thought of that,” said Alexander, scratching his head. “That is why I own this business and you do not,” said Adamson proudly. “Well, well,” said Kat, “so Adamson thinks he can outsmart us that easily? He will be very disappointed.”
Kat then called Matt and Jennifer to tell them about Adamson’s plan. “A simple, but workable plan,” said Mr. B, “is it my turn to meet with Adamson for breakfast?” “Yes indeed,” said Jennifer, “and Kat will be there with her Wildcats, to give you some added protection. She will need to be close to you for that protection to work though.” “That’s fine with me,” he said. I then got a phone call which I dreaded to answer, but Jennifer put her arm around me and told me to answer it.
I did so and remained silent while the voice on the other end spoke. “No,” I said, “definitely no, Sky and I talked about that and have it in our wills and other instructions, there will be no heart transplant. If it cannot be done with her own heart, then we will pick up her body for burial.” There was more silence from me. “Okay Dr. W., thank you,” I said. I just sat there quietly for a few minutes.
“He is going to try,” I said, “but he doesn’t think it will work, her heart was damaged too much.” “How long is the procedure Steve?” asked Mr. B. “If successful, it will take about 8 months,” I replied, “perhaps longer with Sky. Just a suggestion Jennifer, perhaps Angel should go along with Mr. B. and that would free Kat for other fun things.”
“We could do that,” she said, “we do have enough girls here anyway, or are you having some more thoughts too?” “We need to do what Adamson wants us to do,” I said, “leave the chateau with few guards, so he can come and get Cynthia, just like he wants to do.” Cynthia’s eyes got real big. “But, but, you said…” she began to say.
“And I meant it,” I told her, “you will be perfectly safe, Adamson will never get you again, and that is a promise. Isn’t that right, Leader Jennifer?” “Nice that you remembered to include me at the end,” she said, smiling, “but I do agree totally with Steve, Cynthia. You never need to worry about Adamson again.” Cynthia smiled and relaxed again…
To Be Continued.
©2024 Steve McLeod.
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