"Who is it?" asked Grayson, this time louder than before. No answer.

Grayson walked towards the door, think who might that be ringing
the bell, that late at night. Her hand touches the door knob, but then
drawn away again, thinking it might have been a prank.

As she started walking away from the door, towards the phone, the
bell went again.

"Who is it? I'll call the police!" she yelled. Still no answer.

She walked slowly towards the door again.


<Models, Inc.> Role Play Episode 04
Visit R' Us



"Adam, who's there?", Monique shouted as she decends downstairs.
"Darling, where are you?" Monique asked again, and quickened her steps as
she do so.

Although there's no answer, Monique could see that the front
door's left half opened, with the front graden light turned on. From the
gap she can see Adam's back, and from observation he's having a
conversation with someone else.

No longer yelling, Monique slowly walked towards the door.

"I said NO!" Adam said. Monique can now hear their conversation.

"You have to let me. You have to trust me!" said a female voice.
Monique still couldn't figure out who she is, since she can't manage to
see her face, with Adam's body in the way. From the sound of it, it's
someone she doesn't know.

"I say it again, NO!" proclaimed Adam, once again. "If you want
anything from her, come back tomorrow."

Monique decided she would wait no longer, and stepped out. She
freezed as soon as she sees the person in front of her - in a blue dress
there stood Stephanie - Monique has heard enough about her from the others
and has seen her photos before. Besides Stephanie is a large bag with a
lot of wires and plugs.

Stephanie was stunned also, by the appearance of Monique. She
hasitated for a while, then said again, "Monique? You'got to come with me!
You've got to believe me!"

Before Monique got a chance to say no, Adam said again, "NO!
Monique you're not going anywhere."

Now backing off, Monique shakes her head.

"Urr!" Screamed Stephanie, as she started running into the road,
while laughing loudly. "You've got to believe me. You've got to believe
ME!"

Stephanie disappeared into the dark street, and the area is quiet
again. Suddenly Monique remembered somehting: "Adam, I've just realise
something important. I think I now understands..."

The conversion was interrupted when the two notices a strange
noise coming from the bag. A Bee-Beep-Beep sound that wasn't observed
before.

"Oh my Gosh. What the heck is that?" said Adam, as he opens the bag...



"What was Monique on about?" thought Hillary, as she arrives the
street when Adam's new house is located. She made a right turn into the
street, and there's still a minute's drive, since their house is at the
other end of the street.

There's an sudden BANG noise, and an explosion, lighting the area
with flames. Hillary stopped the car immediately, and got out of her car.

She now confirms that the explosion came from the end of the
street where Monique's house is. "What's going on?" Hillary shouted to
herself and prepared to get into her car again, only to see a car coming
her way very quickly.

The car crashed into Hillary's car, nearly hitting Hillary. The
car then stopped and a person stepped out.

Hillary was furious - until she saw the person's face. "You..."

The person laughs.



"I'm going to have a long shower, and then go to bed." Sarah tells
Julie and Craig as they're getting near the beach house.

"I'll probably have a dip with Craig then," said Julie while
tickling Craig with her hands.

"Hey get your hands off me while I'm driving."

As the car arrives at the gate of the house, they see Anna sitting
at the door.

"Julie, I've something to ask you."

"Hell get off Anna. Go away, I'm not interested in what you want
to say." said Julie out of the window of the car. She then opens the door
and stepped out.

"Get out now."

"No wait Julie, it's really important this time." begged Anna
sincerely as always. "I saw something at the wedding, and I'm not sure if
I should tell or not."

Julie, surprised, looked back to Criag. Craig nods his head,
encouraging her to listen to the story.

"Okay. What is it now?"



[Morning]

In the hospital.

The doors to wing of the patient's rooms opened to reveal two
quite different people, but both of them carrying large suit cases, of
the tool or map case type. The first was Manual Guerrio, now in a
light gray suit, different from the one he wore the day before. He carried
a black bag with the insignia of his company on the side.

The other person was a short raven haired woman of split bangs,
with high cheekbones, arched eyebrows like a demon, and piercing, brown
eyes that practically gleamed. "Maggie" in the professional world,
"Bright Eyes" to friends, but to Cally, whose room the two were
approaching, she was known intimately as Kaitlin. She walked steadily,
despite the weight on her shoulders, and quickly, beige jumpsuited
legs one after the other.

The two entered the semi-private room where Cally was the only
occupant. Cally was sitting up in bed, idly looking out the window. She
turned to the two new visitors, smiled joyfully when she saw Kaitlin.

"Maggie! Glad finally to see a familar face!" Her expressions
hardened slightly to Guerrio. "And good to see you as well, Sir." Kaitlin
placed down the bags on a bureau, walked over and greeted Cally with a
hug, and then took a chair beside her bed, silently.

"Ms. Follet," Guerrio began, "I am pleased both to see you well
and to inform you that the hospital is ready to release you."

"That last part is great! I can't being cooped up!"

"The company would like you to stop by at your convenience to
report to them what happened to the body armor. This is not a charge
against you, for we know what happened. But they want a personal report
from you on how things felt."

"Moreover, since who took a shot at you is not known, we would not
want you to become a casualty at any circumstance, most of all not at
our short sightness. Therefore, the company has issued another full set
of the armor for your protection." He patted the bag.

"Mr. Guerrio, I'm overwhelmed," she said as her eyes went wide.
"I didn't expect anything like this at all."

"If I may be blunt, Ms. Follet," Cally nodded, "it would be very
bad for trade if we didn't take this move."

"I see. Well, I'm gratful for it, for whatever reasons. It did
save my life."

"Maxwell Baron, attorney, is at your disposal in this matter. I remind
you of the contract you signed regarding trade secrets. The police will no
doubt soon be questioning you. If a conflict arises, by all means, call on
Mr. Baron."

"I will."

"Well, since your release has been granted, I suspect that you will
want to be on your way and I will leave you to your friend." Guerrio placed
the bag down and departed, closing the door behind him. Kaitlin got up,
removed a small electronic unit from a bag and switched it on, making sure
it was positioned correctly. She then activated another one toward the
windows.

"Jammer is in place and operating. As long as we remain on this side
of the sound cone, in between the door and the window, we can't be heard.
It will take care of any bugs as well." She went over to the window as
Cally thru back the sheets and went to the bags to get her clothes.

"What is going on? Who's targeting me?"

"We don't know, but for the time being, we are assuming that you
have been targetted, and our superiours expect you to take apporpiate
steps. The bullet that hit you, in our estimation, would have torn thru
you and two other people had your Armomesh not stopped it.

"It's a good think you moved, when you did. A pew shot, with no
armor on your head, would have sprayed your mind all over the place."

"That I have been targetted? Isn't that rather obvious?"

"Lot of people at that wedding. Might have been someone else.
But until we know for certain, we are going with that you are the
target. It would be foolish not to."

"What are my orders? Do I break cover?" Cally had the gown off and
was pulling out a jogbra and panties from a bag. Under the Armomesh, it was
the most comfortable.

"No. You are to continue in current model cover, as I am in mine.
I will be your contact point." Cally looked in the mirror as she pulled
her bra over. Her body was still bruised, scraped, discolored from the
hit. But at least it was whole. But she wouldn't be doing in body work for
the next few days. "You are to investigate to find who the trigger person
was. Additionally, at some point when you can break away from the attention,
soon, they want to report personally."

[Beach house, morning - breakfast]

"Morning, everyone." said Sarah as she sit herself at the
breakfast table. "Wow, what a lot of food Cynthia has made this morning."

"I thought you might be hungry after yesterday." said Cynthia as
she sipps her juice from her glass. "Want some eggs?"

Julie walks in, and sat herself. "I've been trying to contact
Monique and Hillary, and Adam too, but none of them are there."

"May be they're not up, that's all." suggested Sarah.

"Uh huh. They might be tired." said Cynthia.

Cynthia walked into the living room section.

"May be. Turn on the TV Cynthia - I want to watch the news."
answered Julie.

"Since when are you concious about current affairs?" teased
Cynthia, as she turned on the television set.

"Oh! my God." cried Cynthia, "Quick, you guys, come and have a look!"


THE END OF RP.04 "Visit R'Us"

Written by

*Traci "DRAGONETTES" <TH06@swt.edu>
*WhiteDog <lwdog@netspace.net.au> and

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*Danielle Spence <DANIELLE_SPENCE@HP-PaloAlto-om4.om.hp.com>.

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