La la la... another one merry January 7th for those of you who celebrate it. Why you ask, because it's a Saturday and everyone should get a present on a Saturday.
"WOW, are you giving me a warning about the men that I associate with," I asked, curious as to why he was acting overprotective when we'd been separated for years. Even if our cover relationship was a bit more than a cover, we were still separated. As I watched Casey head back to the large appliances, I spotted Chuck meandering toward me; I wasn't going to get any alone time was I?
"What was that all about?" Chuck asked curiously, apparently he'd watched the conversation, he sure was nosy.
"Just an idiot being an idiot," I replied noncommittally.
"You seemed pretty angry," he replied, I wasn't sure if he believed my story or not.
"Why did you come over here?" I started, attempting to change the subject.
"Ohhh, Beckman wants you on our mission tonight."
"Can do. Meeting time?"
"8:30 sharp at Casey's. Can you make it?"
"I'll be there," I answered, getting up from my seat and heading to the lounge for a bottle of soda.
"I am not playing with you," she snarled, a knife flying from out of nowhere and pressed carefully to Lester's chest. Greta, or whatever her real name was, pushed him so that his back was against the wall. "I will figure out who she is and where she is hiding, with or without your help," she snarled, "The only difference is that if you help… you live."
"Who?" a voice asked curiously. His voice was deep and thick, Lester was sure that, had a knife not been pressed to his chest, he would have placed it instantly, but in this situation he drew a blank. However, the woman (Greta… if that was her real name), recognized it instantly. Even as she continued to press the knife to his chest, he could feel her arms go rigid and nervous. He watched as her eyes grew wide and she slowly turned around to stare into the face of John Casey.
Lester resisted the urge to scream, "Save me Colonel Cool," but somehow managed to clamp his mouth shut.
"This has nothing to do with you," Greta growled out, turning back to Lester, attempting to ignore the neanderthal behind her. Apparently he didn't take being ignored well as his hand clamped hard on her shoulder and he spun her back around to face him.
"It's illegal for you, an ex-employee, to be here placing a knife to the chest of a current employee. Even if he is an idiot," he stated calmly, collected. Lester didn't think that he should be nearly this calm.
"Your right," Greta agreed, letting the knife holding arm fall limp to her side… apparently she wasn't as tough as she acted. She turned from Lester and closed the space between herself and the Colonel.
Elizabeth sighed dejectedly as she walked from the lounge with diet. The pop people needed to keep the machine filled before she started bringing them from home. She paused, noticing a commotion. Lester stood, frozen against the wall, an attractive woman incredibly close to Casey. Liz didn't think much of it until the woman pulled the boxed TV from a high shelf.
The TV hit Casey over the head, and purely through reflex, Liz dropped the open bottle of pop and sprinted at full speed toward the woman, who was now turning from the fallen man to point the gun in her waistband at Lester.
Liz was trained for years in being covert so without thinking she assessed the situation as she ran. The sales floor was void of customers, as usual for 10:00am on a Wednesday and all the employees seemed to be hiding out, probably in the Home Theater room as they usually did. She noticed shadows moving in there and a loud noise of a car chase that she assumed was playing over the loud speakers.
She was safe.
The attractive woman didn't seem to see it coming as Liz came at her from the side, effectively knocking the pistol from her hand. Lester saw his opportunity and punched her square in the face, the gun clattering to the floor as she stumbled back trying to regain focus.
"Lester run," Liz screamed, but he seemed rooted to his spot, he never expected the training Liz had forced him through would actually work. The woman propelled herself at Liz who was able to flip her up and over her head. The woman landed hard on her back and was about to get up when she noticed the gun pointed at her head.
"I will shoot you through the eye," Liz snarled out angrily. The woman let her body relax on the floor in defeat.
"Yeah that's right Greta," Lester shouted, pointing at her as though he'd just done all the work.
"Here," Liz smirked, throwing him her phone, "Call 'Clean Up'."
"Hello," Lester spoke into the phone.
"Passcode," the voice responded.
"What's the passcode?" Lester asked, his hand over the receiver.
"Monkey Slut," Liz provided.
"Really…" he asked astounded, "Monkey Slut?"
As he told the woman on the other line, her voice changed to show respect. He couldn't help but smile. "We'll be right there sir." He hung up and looked at his sister,
"They said they'd be right here."
"The invisible woman… friends with Superman. Are you kidding me right now?" Liz burst out, tears streaming down her face. Her cleanup crew had cleared 'Greta' out and into an armored car. She wasn't going to live, even Lester knew that. No one threatens the family. They were closer than the Italian mob.
"It isn't my fault, I got confused, a woman had a knife to my throat and you're laughing at me for mixing up super hero references," he remarked, pretending to be annoyed and crossing his arms.
"It's a big mix up… Marvel, DC… their completely different. You are such a dipshit. The Invisible Woman is Fantastic 4, you were thinking of Wonder Woman. The Invisible Woman isn't part of the Justice League."
"Alright, alright, I get it," Lester stated, leaning back in his chair and rolling his eyes, "I still don't know how no one noticed."
"I think they were watching Die Hard in there… or maybe Transformers, something loud cus' they were so out of it. Now if I had actually shot her; then they might have come out."
"And what about Casey?" Lester asked curiously.
"I took him home… he was still conked out and put him to bed before I reset all the circuit breakers. Now all his alarms will say 12:00 and he'll think that he overslept. Since we're the only two who know the real story if he asks anyone, they'll deny it and he'll think he's had a bad dream."
"That doesn't seem like it's gonna work on John Casey," Lester said with a serious look of doubt.
"Trust me… he has a lot of weird dreams. I've done this to him before… it'll work. I hope."
I opened my eyes and immediately winced. It felt as though I'd been hit by a truck.
"Lester Patel," I'd heard her say as I slowly came up behind the two. I had recognized her as soon as she'd come into the BuyMore as the Greta who had been reassigned but I doubted that she was reassigned to intimidate Lester. I paused behind her, neither of them had heard me walk up. Then I heard something that would make even me surprised. "Where is your sister, the Invisible Woman."
I froze, the Invisible Woman was Elizabeth, my ex, Elizabeth and there was absolutely no way in hell that she would be his…
The look on Lester's face told me otherwise. It was the look of recognition, the look that said, 'I know why you're here but I can play stupid.' I only knew the look because I'd preformed it myself. Lester's eyes looked down and I followed his gaze to the knife in her hand. The knife identical to the one she had carried the day she pulled it on him before.
I watched Lester panic, "I'm not the Invisible Woman's brother; if I was I would demand to be friends with Superman." That told me it was true… if nothing else it was that. If someone was being threatened and were forced to tell the whereabouts of someone called the Invisible woman and really didn't know they wouldn't use a line like that; they probably would have sputtered out a confused, 'What?'
"I am not playing with you," she snarled, the knife now pressed carefully to his chest. She pushed him so that his back was against the wall. "I will figure out who she is and where she is hiding, with or without your help," she snarled, "The only difference is that if you help… you live."
I realized that it was my turn to step in; the look on his face told me that he'd rather die than give up the whereabouts of his sister. I realized I was proud of him and the thought made me grimace. I was proud of…, "Who?"
I paused, realizing I'd said it aloud as Greta turned and looked at me, her eyes wide. She was intimidated… Good.
"This has nothing to do with you," she snarled, turning away from me suddenly, her hair breezing past my face. It smelled like melon, the same as Liz. My hand clamped hard onto her shoulder. And tried to remain in control, in case, by some crazy miracle, Lester wasn't Liz's brother and didn't know about anything. "It's illegal for you, an ex-employee, to be here placing a knife to the chest of a current employee. Even if he is an idiot."
"Your right," Greta agreed, turning from Lester and closing the space between us. I knew she was up to something but assumed it wouldn't be something falling on my head from above.
"That's the last thing I remember," I mumbled aloud to myself, looking around and realizing that I was in bed, in my pajamas…or lack thereof. I glanced at the clock, it was flashing 12:00 and I realized, for the first time that it could have been a dream. I knew I'd feel relieved if it was. The idea of those two being related terrified me. I stood up and walked to the cameras. There was nothing there from 1:00am to 11:45 this morning.
I sighed, realizing that it was probably just a power outage, before I remember just how well Liz knew me. I walked into the bathroom and removed the wall behind the medicine cabinet to reveal my back-up recording system that showed me what I didn't want to be true: Liz and her 'Grunts' carrying my limp body into the house. It was true. I sat on the closed toilet in confusion. Liz… Elizabeth. My wife Elizabeth was Lester Patel's sister.
So FYI the next chapter should be out soon seeing as I kindof left it at a random spot that needs to be dealt with.