“There’s a woman on line two Dak. She says it’s urgent and will only speak with you. Her voice sounds familiar.”
Dak
hurried to answer the phone thinking it was probably Erin. Instead it
was the reporter Law talking in a quick self satisfied tone. “Hello
Captain Dak. I’m calling to let you know that I’m doing you a favor,
something that will help start your new position off with a punch.”
“And what would that be?” He fumbled for his smokes. He had a feeling whatever it was; he wasn’t going to like it.
“We
caught our first one or should I say I caught him. It was easier than I
thought. I have him all safe and snug here and I saved you the trouble
of a blood check. My personal doctor has already checked a sample of his
blood and he came up positive for Jumping. I intend to give you full
credit in return for an exclusive interview. When can you get over
here?”
* * *
As
he went up the flight of stairs leading to the hotel room Law had
indicated, he questioned his choice of heading over alone. He wouldn’t
put it past her to make up the whole story as a ruse just to get him
alone in a hotel room, but doubted it would be that easy.
Law
met him at the door smoking a short cigarette and wearing only a thin
silk shift. Pointing the way with her smoke, she lead him into the main
room. Her long perfect legs proved impossible to ignore. Looking over
her shoulder, she caught him staring and smiled. Her teeth were flawless
and bone white. Besides Erin he had never met a woman whose body was so
perfect, so close to the feminine ideal.
Lucy Law
Placing
her back against the doorway, she wordlessly gestured him into the
suite’s bedroom. Passing within inches of where her erect nipples
pressed against her loose slip, he entered the room and didn’t like what
he saw.
In
the center of the luxurious bed, was a bound, and most likely drugged,
man. Since he was completely naked, Dak noticed his tattoos before he
even took in the shadowed face. The battered man’s eyes slowly rose to
meet his own.
It
was Mace, the Skinjumper agent who had worked along side of him as
Fosters before Bly had his turn steering the dead man’s clone. Mace was
more importantly one of Maxwell’s chief agents and also a friend of
Erin’s. Hell, the man had just personally helped save Erin’s life when
the assassin had almost blown her leg off. Since all three of them
worked for Maxwell the leader of New Cluster’s Jumpers, this situation
could quickly become a major problem, a problem with no apparent
solution.
Mace
was no fool. He played it up like they had never met. A string of
obscenities flew from his mouth mostly aimed at Lacy’s and his mother’s
virtues. Part of Dak wondered if Mace might be enjoying a chance to be
able to insult him so furiously. Dak had certainly decked him for less.
Mace finished with, “And what has this whore talked you into now Enni?”
“Nothing
yet punk and if you don’t keep that mouth of yours closed, I’ll stun
you ass just so I can find the space to think.” Mace shut up, but eyed
him with the intensity the situation warranted.
“What’s
there to think about?” Law said, as her bare feet moved silently across
the lush emerald carpeting. “I told you. My physician already checked
out his blood. He’s a Jumper. Let’s take him in as soon as my camera
crew gets here.”
She
turned towards Dak tilting her head to the side. “Too bad you didn’t
take me up on my offer for dinner. It left me feeling bored. I’m sure
you appreciate that as much as I would like to lay claim for catching
this freak myself…ah certain questions would be asked that I don’t care
to answer.”
“Like how you slutted yourself out just to bag one of us,” Mace blurted out.
Dak silenced him with a wave of his hand. “Can I ask why you did this then?”
“Just doing my civic duty,” she smiled.
He
just stared. “Okay, I just wanted to see how hard it would be. Besides
I’ve learned more than a bit about Jumping from my new friend.” She ran
her finger over Mace’s bound arm as she spoke, and he looked like he
wanted to bite it off. “I’m thinking about doing a new special. The
Jumper threat.”
Moving
closer to Dak, it was his turned to be touched. Her hands felt cold,
like the rest of her was as frigid as her heart. “I figure that you owe
me an interview now.”
“Because of this loser?”
She
turned away looking cross, but he was just happy her fingers were away
from him. “Not because of him as much as for keeping my mouth shut about
this bust and giving you all the credit.”
“What’s to keep me from just letting him loose and pretending the whole thing never happened.”
Either
she really was aghast or she was a better actress than he would have
given her credit for. “But he’s a Jumper. It’s your job to take them
in.”
He
shared a look with Mace who was making a foolish face behind her back.
“Alright lady, why don’t you start getting yourself ready for your
camera man. I’ll wait to call in the boys until you say your crew is in
place.”
Approaching
him once more, she ran his fingers down his neck. They were just as
cold as before. “There is a bed in the front room. There’s no real hurry
if you would like to…” Her scarlet lips were only inches from his.
“Ms.
Law I know you think that rounding up this dreg is a major
accomplishment, but I have a real agenda… so if you wouldn’t mind.”
Her eyes shot icy daggers at him, but with a flourish she retreated into the suite’s main bathroom.
Dak
wasted no time, making his way to Mace’s side. They spoke in subdued
tones. “Hurry up and untie me. Get me the hell out of here.”
“Not
so fast. I can’t just let you go.” He paused. “Is there anyone you can
call? Who would you call for help, if I wasn’t here?”
“There are some people I know, but I’m not sure we have enough time.”
Looking
towards the bathroom door for a moment, Dak turned back to his bound
associate. “If there is one thing I learned about pretty women, they
take forever to get ready.”
Mace exhaled deeply. “Just call Erin. Tell her to dial in a code 10 and give her this address.”
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