"Who is he?" said Jonnathan, the hitman.
"She now believes me." said the man out of the red car.
"I want you to go back immediately." commanded Grayson. "Oh,
before that, I want you to buy something... and remember... treat her nicely."
<Models, Inc.> Role Play Episode 03
It seems what it's not
"BODY Armor???????" Julie turned to Sarah with an angry look
of disbelief, silently repeating Hillary's words. Sarah was just stunned.
"She'd be dead without it," the doctor said, as a matter of fact.
"Strongest stuff we've ever seen. And most complicated. It destroyed
itself
in saving her, but it still took us a while to get it off Ms. Follet."
"But how? That stuff is thick, bulky. We would have noticed,"
Julie
joined into the conversation.
"Not this set," the doctor continued, the sergeant at this side
watching. "Like a bodysuit and just about as thick as one." He
paused for
a moment to clean his glasses. "But the question is why?"
"Perhaps we can explain that," a bored voice said that. All turned
to the newcomers. The first was Guerrio, but the speaker was a lean black
man with gray in his short hair, wearing an expensive 3 piece black suit.
As elderly as he was and despite that he walked with a limp, he still carried
himself with authority, distiguished down to his beard and eyes.
The sergeant spoke for the first time. "And you are?"
"Maxwell Baron, legal representative for International Defense
and Protection, of which Mr. Guerrio here is an executive."
"WHO?"
"Personal defense industry, sergeant. Limousines, bomb dogs, sniffers,
and in this case, body armor," Guerrio responded.
"Mr. Guerrio, please let me do the talking." Guerrio looked out
of
the corner of his eye and nodded to Baron who continued. "Ms. Follet
was
hired by this company for advertisement of this merchadise."
"Why was she wearing it now?"
"You'll have to ask her that; I really don't know. I would suspect,
being the professional that she is, she was prepping for her part. BUT,
in
any event, before you ask her anything, she should know that legal
representation is available in her cause."
"She has not been charged with anything. She is a victim in a
a crime."
"There are certain trade secrets involved here that...."
"SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU!" The two turned to stare at Hillary. "Cally
has been shot and you two are talking about some product! I want to know
how she is and I want to know now!" Hillary's jaw was set, her eyes
looking
straight at the doctor. Sarah cowered behind her, but Julie stood determined
by her side.
"Well, yes," the doctor forced himself into motion, "the
bullet did
not do that much to her. It didn't penetrate her skin; there are scrapes,
cuts, and bruises from the impact and where the armor cut into her. She
has had a heck of a shock, there were some heart irregularities from it,
but
they've stabled out.
"She's asleep now and well be for the rest of today. If there are
no complications, she should be out of here by tomarrow evening or the
next morning by the latest."
"So soon?" Julie put forward. "For someone who was shot?"
"As I rather said, the armor was shot, not her. And she is a
strong woman. If there is nothing hospital wrong with her, then she can
leave. I might want to keep her longer, but the insurance company won't."
"When can we see her?" Hillary put forward.
"Not till tomorrow morning."
"I see. Then there is little point to staying here?" Hillary now
stared straight at the sergeant.
"I'll informed my superiors. I'm sure they will be around to talk
to you."
"They know where they can find me. Sarah, Julie, we'll be back here
tomarrow morning." The men watched the ladies leave and then Guerrio
nodded
toward the sergeant.
Baron cut in. "If we may have the body armor, please?"
"Sorry, counselor, that is evidence and being held."
Guerrio cut in. "If I may at least see it, to report back to my
directors on it's condition?"
The sergeant considered for a moment. "All right, it is still here,
but only for your observance. With me, please?" As the two moved, Baron
stood still. "Counselor?"
"This part is not a legal matter. I will call in and inform Mr.
Guerrio's company of the affairs to date."
"Suit yourself. Mr. Guerrio, please." And the three were gone.
Baron made his way to a bank of pay phones and dialed a special
number. "Yes, it is Baron. She's alive and rather well, but unavailable
till morning. .............Yes, it saved her..............I'm sure she
knows to remain quiet until we can reach her to brief her...............
No, I don't know who shot her or why....................................
Guerrio is taking care of such remains............................Yes, we
will return when he is done.........................We'll be in touch."
Guerrio looked down at the silver mesh weave of metal in the shape
of a long sleeved body suit. Sort of. Edges of it had snapped at the sides,
at the ribs, leaving sharp barbs. There was a large dent between the
'breasts' but no lump of lead. The sergeant observed his questioning
eyes.
"Quite amazed at your engineering, Mr. Guerrio. We think the bullet
is still at the church, since we didn't find it on this thing. Tell me,
will this be only available for police forces?"
"Marketing is not my concern, Sergeant, but if it helps any, it is
not cheap."
"But cheap enough to clothe a model?"
"Research and developement costs do have an allowance for
demonstrations." Guerrio was talking, but looking at intently at the
armor.
"You could not have asked for a better demonstration, could...."
"OW!" Guerrio suddenly plucked by a finger.
"What's wrong?"
"Cut my finger, tore a nail on an edge."
"You should not have been touching it in the first place, Sir. That's
enough. If you want to see more, your lawyer can request time. Sightseeing
is over." The sergeant ushered Guerrio out of the room, not noticing
that
the nail he had torn was glistening a clear liquid.
Guerrio met up with Baron in the waiting room. Baron said only
to him, "We have a meeting to attend to," and the two departed.
[WEDDING DAY, 9PM]
Monique, embrazed by Adam in bed, look thoughtful.
"Monique, you're strong, but don't force youself to contain your
feelings... Tell me..." Adam, laying beside Monique, trying to get
a word
from his (still is) Fiance.
"We're going to have another wedding, OK? An unpublized wedding at
a country town, just the two of us... What do you say about that?"
"I'm not going to sit here and wait for life to control us, Adam.
Let's go and do some investigation." Monique suddenly stood up, and
said
with a tone of determination.
Adam, have been comforting Monique since the Wedding, hasn't heard
a word from her yet. He apparently was happy to hear her speak, but did
not know what to reply.
"What... what do you mean? We just go and try to find out who
tried to kill Cally?"
"NO. To find out WHO the killer wanted to kill." replied Monique.
"And, what wanted that person killed? At our wedding?"
"Correct. I was thinking about it all afternoon -- it could have
been us, it could have been Daniel, it could have been Hilary or Grayson
or virtually anyone! But it didn't appear to me to be Cally, since she
only came up last minute..."
Interrupting the conversation, the door bell went.
"I'll go downstairs and see who it is" said Adam, hopped out of
bed beginning to find some appropriate clothing.
The phone rings.
"Hello, Monique Duran."
"Monique, it's Hillary. Is everything OK? Where's Adam?..."
"We're fine here. How's Cally?"
"She has received no seriously injuries..."
Monique showed a sign of disbelief.
"... because she was sort of clothed in some sort of body armour."
Monique has suddenly thrown herself into deep thought, and yelled
into the speakers: "Hillary, can you do us a favour and come over
immediately? This is urgent. I've got to hang up now."
After she hanged up the phone, she yelled, "Adam, wait..., Adam!!"
"That's right," said Ben.
"So you're saying that a profession hitman was hired? And when did
you overheard this?" asked Lt. Soto.
"At Models, Inc. a few days ago, late at night."
"And what were you doing there?"
"You see, Grayson is now a partner there and I work for her."
"I see. Thanks for coming forward, I have just a few more questions..."
When Julie and Sarah leaves the hospital late, after Hillary
rushed off, they were greeted by Craig outside the hospital.
"Gee, Craig, what you you doing here?" said Julie.
"I thought you girls may want a lift home that's all."
"Have you seen my dad, Craig?" asked Sarah, after realizing how
late it is, and what a day she and the others has had.
"He's gone back to the hotel, I think -- and he somewhat seems
familiar, like someone I knew."
"Oh yes. My daddy's twin brother was a star in "The Bold and the
Beautiful", that's why." said Sarah, laughing, "I didn't
know you watch
those kind of shows."
"I don't." said Craig. "That's strange."
"Let's go home," said Julie, apprently tired.
"Fine." replied Craig, still thinking what Sarah had said,
thinking that it might be a joke.
"How is it going, Jimmy?", said Grayson. "I can't possibly
lose
everything now. You better do this nicely."
Grayson hanged up the phone.
She then picked it, and dialed it again. "Jon, where are you now?".
"Location three, Grayson. The set up is ready at location 2, though."
"Well done." said Grayson with a smile.
"Why don't you give me a time?"
"Let's see. I'll be generous with them. 11 o' clock."
"I'm onto the next one now Grayson."
She hangs up, as the doorbell went.
"Who is it?"
There is no answer.
Carrie has been crying so many times since she's been here. But
what can she do? In "hooker's hell", as Marina, the "mistress"
of the
house call it, there's no escape. It seems to be for hookers with
irredeemable souls.
They treat human like slaves in here. Man climbing all over like
spiders - how uncivilised! Thought Carrie.
"Carrie!" Maria's calling again. "It's Mr. Baker!"
A flood of relief went through the body of Carrie in that
instance. James Baker is the only white American around here, and he comes
every once in a while. Not only is he nice to her, because he pays the
hooker's house so much, the people there treat her with extra kind -- this
gave Carrie a bit of dignity.
She admires him, for his good look, his body, and his gentleness.
She looked out the window - there it is, the red car he always drive.
"Jimmy!" cried Carrie.
"Carrie! I have news." said James.
They went into the room, to continue their conversation, or, other
activities.
THE END OF RP.03 "It seems what it's not"
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