Sitted impatiently at the bask sit of the speeding cab but also preferring to remain composed, Mabel Sanders tried her best not to betray any signs of nervousness. Something was certainly wrong. She could feel it really deep within her but she couldn't quite place her hands on what it was. Unconsciously, she took her right hand to her mouth and bit down on its thumb nail. This operation had certainly gotten complicated and there was no way it would still go as smoothly as she had planned. She should never have gone home the previous night. If she had just ignored her need for comfort then the money would probably be sitting in beautifully in her account already. There was no need crying over spilled milk now though. She would just have to keep hoping that everything was fine and would turn out fine and this nervousness she was feeling was just a result of the fact that she was late and she knew it could jeopardize the success of the whole operation she had worked hard to put together.
Rose stepped out of the vehicle with Sarah, then Monica and the other guards follow suit. She had previously given them instructions on how the operation would be carried out and each person quickly took their position; the other guards moved out and surrounded the premises while herself, Sarah and Monica headed in, accompanied by three guards, with one teaming up with which of the ladies. The six of them separated and steadily made their approach to the building. Monica and her partner went around the side of the building and with stealth they steadily approached the door which they could see. When they got to the door, Monica let her partner know that on the count of three she would go in first and he would cover her and he simply nodded in response. She nodded in response and raised her hand to give the count and when she go to three, she pushed the door open and stormed and pointed her raised gun from one direction to the other as she took in the room. She progressed further in w
Rose walked up to Michael Bolton and without a word he turned around and walked into the mansion and headed towards the stairs and she just followed after him. He didn't seem to be in a good mood and she wondered why. Had she done something wrong during the operation? She knew he had demanded to be kept connected over a call and she had dom just that, disconnecting him only when she had to ditch out instructions and when they had arrived at the inn and they'd had to go in, which when she thought about it, had also been part of his instruction; he had clearly said she could disconnect him when she absolutely had to. She looked up at his stiff back as she quietly followed after him. He seemed unually rigid and emotionless. Had Monica informed him about her refusal to look around for clues that could lead them to whoever had done this? No. Monica was too much of a close friend to do that to her. Wait. What if she had done it out of spite and anger because of how she had firmly refused he
Chris and Monica remained in their embrace for about a minute before Monica eventually disentangled herself and looked away. "I'm sorry if I held you too tight and I hope I didn't hurt you. I'm just so glad you're back and alive. I was quite worried." she said as she actively avoided making eye contact with him. "No. It's alright. I'm fine," Chris responded softly as he looked at her with a soft smile. After a few more seconds of silence, Chris asked "Just by the way, do we know who did this to me yet?" "No, we don't and I don't think we will." she responded and added "Not because we can't but because everyone is just really happy to have you back home and personally, I'd say it was done by some amateur and not anyone who poses any real threat or danger," she finished. "Alright then," Chris said with a nod. It was nice that they didn't think the kidnapper could be a source of any real danger or harm because Thomas Bolton and Richard were already enough of a handful to deal wit
Mabel Sanders stepped out of her car and stared at the door of Arthur McDoyle's house. The last time she had been in there she had been the mastermind of an amazingly great plan, a plan which had surprisingly ended up being a miserable fail. Something which would probably not have happened if she hadn't overslept. It was always the little things that caused the ruin of great things. She briefly remembered some saying about the little foxes spoiling the vine. She had decided to get "a little" sleep and had woken up to watch her well thought out plan crash and burn. A thought which caused her to grimace and look away. Bloody hell!! She had really been on a high horse with that plan and now the horse had dropped her really low. How the hell was she supposed to face Arthur McDoyle now? She had been so embarrassed that she had stalled in communicating with him for a while, as a matter of fact, she hadn't heard from him since a week ago when she had called him to get the hell out of Bobby's
Mabel stared at Arthur surprised. He had to be joking, right? He really couldn't be serious. What did he mean by "we don't have the money yet, do we?" Surely he couldn't still be considering coming up with underhanded ways of getting the money from the Bolton's after the massive fail of the kidnap plan, could he? She looked at him and took in his straight face. Was the man mad??!"I'm sorry what?" Mabel finally spoke up and Arthur leaned forward and clasped his hands before responding."Well, we teamed up for a reason and that reason was to achieve the common goal of making some good amount of money from the Bolton's and well, seeing how our first plan failed, we need to come up with a new plan to achieve our goal." he said and gave a shrug before he leaned back in his chair again."Arthur, is this some freaking joke??!" Mabel asked with her voice a notch higher than it had been. The man had to be freaking kidding her!!"No, Mabel, it's not "some freaking joke." I meant every sing
Mabel stared at Arthur but somehow felt like she wasn't looking at Arthur. She recognized his face to be Arthur's but she had never seen him wear a facial expression like the one he wore at the moment and she had also never seen him with the look in his eyes. He looked borderline deranged. He held her gaze in an intense glare and his mouth held a sinister grin. The man before her looked maniacal and she felt deeply unsettled and scared. He looked like he could harm her greatly if she made the wrong move and she knew he could sense her fear because as he stared at her his grin widened and she felt like he would make a good job of giving a maniacal laugh if he tried to at that moment. She wanted nothing more but to have this man as far away from her as possible and she wanted it really soon. She felt like she could panic if he was still so in her space in the next few seconds. If she was just a girl in a book or a movie then the doorbell would go off at that instant and he would have t
It had been almost a week since the last meeting between Mabel Sanders and Arthur McDoyle and the latter was in his house preparing to head out to execute the first step in their plan; the shooting of Richard Bolton. Two days back, he had illegally obtained a Sako TRG 22/42 gun to use for the mission and it was at that moment well packed and ready to go in a bag on his couch. He had chosen to go with an all brown outfit for the mission just for the sake of going against the norms. He was dressed in a pair of brown cargo pants, a brown t-shirt and a brown leather jacket. He was putting his gloves in his pocket when his phone rang and he turned to look at it. It was Mabel Sanders. He rolled his eyes. What did she want? She had better not be calling to try to convince him to change his mind again. They were going to go forward and execute his plan and that was final! He reached out to grab his phone and accept the call then he took the phone to his ear."Yeah?" he said gruffly."Hi Art