"Damn! Did we get that Hillary woman?"
"I don't know. Who the hell's that helping everyone taking cover?"
And then the speaker flattened as the rounds impacted in his area. "GODS!"
he exclaimed as his partner returned fire to the site.
"Quick. The police would be here as soon as they get to a ring them,"
the leader called out.
All was quiet - no one was around the area to hear what the three men had
to say. They were running professionally to the hiding place they had waited
at before. Without making a noise, the three got into the blue Corisca they
had concealed there, storing all their "equipment" in a false
compartment behind the right, fold down back seat.
The car started easily and they were soon out of the area, approaching the
highway. To them, it was unusually quiet, unlike when they were on their
way to their mission. All that could be heard was the sound of the wind;
apparently they all had other things in mind.
BEEP.
A sharp tone was heard by the three and nearly all of them recognized its
origin: the "lighter" device from Jason. Frank, sitting at the
back seat, picked it up. Insteading of the red or the green light, it now
featured a flashing orange signal.
"What does it mean?" Frank asked.
Without first getting an answer, the solenoid completed the circuit of
the hidden C4 and the car in motion just simply vanished, being transformed
into a shower of metal and glass that rained down on the crater in the road,
a ball of flame, lighting up the dark and cold night of Los Angeles.
<Models, Inc.> Role Play Episode 15
Death Comes As The End
After the shooting, everyone was quite emotional, in states of shock with
some cases of hysteria. The more reserved members of the party, nevertheless
shaken, tried to return some calm to the house. Hillary, disheveled and
smugged as she extracted herself, still took charge and asked Cally to call
the police. Cally nodded and then, reluctancly, removed the round, magazine,
and slide from the pistol she had, placing the rest in the icebox of the
refrigerator. She was reluctant to disarm herself in a firing zone, but
seeing how the police would soon be here, she did not want to be armed when
they arrived, noting that Bright Eyes had already disappeared for similar
reasons.
Hillary then took it upon herself to escort Sarah into the food serving
area, the only area still relatively unharmed.
Jason walked off looking rather annoyed, while Craig went the direction
of Hillary and Sarah. Julie wanted to sit somewhere but the sofa was covered
in broken glass. She sighed, looking elsewhere, and took out a packet of
cigarettes.
"Can I borrow a light?" Julie asked as she saw Jason put something
back into his pocket.
"Oh. I'm sorry but it's not a lighter - it's just my beeper."
Jason took his
"beeper" out of his pocket again, only Julie didn't see any lights
or buttons on it. For a moment, earlier, Julie had thought she had seen
Jason depressing a button,
Sarah was crying, though Hillary was trying to calm her with her assertive
voice, looking up expectedly, with warning eyes, as she saw Craig approach.
"Sarah, there's something I must tell you about your father,"
said Craig as he was finally able to get close, having to weed his way through
with everyone hysterically walking around the house.
"... I don't want to hear it now Craig..." Sarah has stopped crying
but still
looking quite confused. "Please don't say anything now."
Sarah closed her eyes and though Craig tried to say more Hillary stopped
him with a forceful command and asked him to say whatever later, in a gentlier
voice.
As Jason again put away his device, Craig walked over, close to him and
Julie. Explaining everything he knew about John Owens, Sarah's father, Craig
then asked Jason if he would like to retell that to Sarah.
"Sure... I'll try. But why me?"
"Well, aren't you..." Craig got suddenly embarassed by his assumptions
made because of what he saw in the bedroom upstairs. "Nothing."
The doorbell rang, but the police entered immediately without waiting for
Cynthia,who had gone for the door, to open it. They were well past her when
she announced to the crowd that the police has arrived.
James arrived silently through a doorway on the side of the bed, placing
his briefcase down on it, slowly approaching her from behind. He lowered
his hands to her arms, pressed them tightly, lowered his mouth to her neck
and started to nuzzle her. She dropped her brush, closed her eyes and tilted
her head back, relishing in his touch.
"Are you ready, my darling," he said softly into her ear.
"Oh, yes, yes, please," she softly murmured.
"Tonight," he said in a slightly louder voice, "I want it
to be different, want to show you the stars from the garden. It is warm
and beautiful," he said as he slowly turned her around to face up to
him, take her by the hands and bringing her to her feet. He led her to the
front door and beyound, leaving his case still on her bed.
In the garden, they were alone except for the crickets. The air was still
as they moved back into a section where the bushes would obscure them, where
there was a stone bench. He brought her to it and looked in her eyes.
"Are you ready?" he asked quietly. With tears of joy in her eyes,
she nodded quickly. From a space inside his jacket, he brought out a dark
brown/olive drab fashion flight suit, a fluorscent red and green bikini,
and hard soled scuba booties. "Put these on." Carrie took them
and without reservation, allowed the gown to fall off her, stood nude before
him as she pulled on the clothes quickly, bottoms first, booties, slide
bra top, and then the coverall. He then handed her the passport and papers,
tickets, money. "Put them in your pockets and then we can go."
As she slipped them in, passport into a breast pocket, tickets into a calf
pocket, money into a thigh and zipped all of them up, another voice sounded
in the grove. "And where is it you expect to go, Baker?" Carrie
paled and suddenly shivered in the warm air as she recognized the voice.
Delgrado, the pimp.
Delgrado stepped out, looking as well dressed and sinister as ever, even
more now. For in his left hand, he held steadidly a large automatic complete
with a silencer. "Did you really believe I was fooled, Baker? You are
amateur here and soon you will be dead." As Carrie cowered behind James,
his cold eyes locked in on her. "But not you, whore, I still have a
use for you. And will still have a use for you, even after the ants have
had their way with you." Carrie went as white as a ghost and collasped.
James spunned to catch her and Delgrado moved in closer.
Carrie fell rapidly to the ground, curling as she went. She hit, rolled
forward, and sprung for Delgrado's legs. Catching both of them off guard,
she tried to tackle him. Of the men, James recovered first and took the
moment to swing at Delgrado, hitting him in the jaw. The pimp pulled the
trigger and a silenced round went off, but the angle was poor and it flew
by James, narrowly. James hit again and this time Delgrado dropped the weapon.
James kicked it away as he grappled with the crook.
The struggle was brief for Delgrado brought up his knee with a satisfying
crunch into James's crotch. Carrie's savior gasp and fell back away. Delgrado
reached into his suit and extracted a switchblade to bring down on the temporaily
wounded man. James struggled to get to his feet but it was a foolish effort
for all it gained him was a better position for Delgrado to plunge the blade
into his gut. He screamed as he went down again.
The silenced pistol spoke 7 more times and Delgrado took the rounds in a
shock, his eyes on Carrie and the smoking pistol as he lost his grip on
the knife, leaving it still in James and fell back from this world into
the next.
Carrie, the pistol idly hanging from her hand, rushed to her lover, but
by the time she got there, he was gone.
She had to get out of there. If they caught her, they still may give her
to the ants or kill her, but whatever they did to her, it would not be quick
and it would sure to be painful.
Quickly and carefully as to not get blood on her clothes, she regretfully
searched her lover. She took everything off him in his pockets for she might
have need of it later. In searching him, she found an enevelope that she
pocketed since there was no time to read it. Turning to Delgrado, she searched
his body as well and took from him his money, his jewelry, an unsoilded
hankerchief, and the spare magazine he was carrying. There was no liability
in carrying the good of the passed over; if they caught her, she was dead.
She reloaded the pistol, pocketed the empty magazine, and partially disassembled
the weapon, putting the silencer in an empty calf pocket and the weapon
in high thigh one on her shooting side. Then she climbed over the wall,
checked to make sure the coast was clear, and was gone into the night.
"It appears to be a gang revenge," announced Lt. Soto, arriving
at the scene with Adam and Monique. He continued to describe how the police
had associated John Owens with multiple crimes, including that of helping
Stephanie to escape and the bombing near Adam's new house.
"The killers tonight - all three of them - had been killed near the
highway area no more than 30 minutes ago. We think it was an accident. Maybe
a bomb they planned to use to bomb this house was somehow activated in the
car."
"It's over now. Everything's over now." proclaim Lt. Soto.
Sarah took the news quite calmly, prepared by what Jason told her earlier
on. Jason was so sweet...
Meanwhile, Grayson was standing alone in a corner, staring at Monique and
Adam.
"170 pesos, please," said the clerk.
Carrie delicately passed the cash over and took the dark glasses,
immediately putting them on. The cost was a little excessive for them and
while she could have bought them elsewhere, buying them here would give
her a better pair. And right now, she had to keep up appearances, the appearance
of being a carefree jet setter, and not a scared ex-hooker who had just
shot her pimp after he killed her lover.
She understood that she must carry on with her life: the one that she has
because of James... she will never forget that - nor who brought them into
this situation.
Sarah had made it through the questions from the police with enough resolve
that Hillary thought she was ready to deal with a little bit more reality.
"Sarah, I know how bad you must feel, but you must face it that your
father was an evil man. His violent death was an eventuality, not a quark
of fate," Hillary said in her level, serious voice.
Sarah stood up and stared at Hillary angrily.
"How dare you say anything like that about my dad! I've had enough
of you -- all of you! That's it! I'm leaving Models, Inc. And I'm getting
out of this place!"
Sarah ran away with Hillary, questioning her bad timing, looking at her,
out thru the doorway.
THE END OF RP.15 "Death Comes As The End"
*NEXT SEASON*
Enters a new modelling agency to sweep Models, Inc. off its feet.
How is Hillary going to deal with this outside attack with Jason and
Grayson are both maliciously plotting in their evil ways from within?
*NEXT EPISODE*
Models, Inc. RP.16 - "Problems Don't Come Alone"
*Carrie's back - and she's not alone anymore
*Sarah's got herself a new friend. But at what costs?
RP.15 Written by
*Traci "DRAGONETTES" <TH06@swt.edu>
*WhiteDog <lwdog@netspace.net.au>
New storyline devised by WhiteDog and
*Danielle Spence <danielle@corp.hp.com>.
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