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Second Time Through - Book IIChapter 30: Abby Is Kidnapped free porn video
"Vickie! Talk to me, Sweetheart ... talk to me," I thought back immediately as I sprang to my feet and began running towards the restrooms. Tommy, who was the only security person still with me, looked at me and knew something was wrong, so he followed.
I could feel Vickie's panic, so I quickly scanned for the others.
"It's them, Michael. The guys from this morning! They took Abby and Vickie!" Ileana told me.
Her words chilled me. I realized that I had made a bad mistake. After sensing no danger for the last couple of hours, I had gotten lax and failed to continue scanning as frequently as I should have. But I didn't have time for self-recrimination at this point.
"Where? Which way did they take them?" I asked in a panicked voice.
"They were waiting on us. They busted into the women's restroom, snatched Vickie and Abby, and ran down the hall towards the side of the building. I think they had a car waiting on them," Penny supplied.
I changed direction and headed for the front doors. Coming to a halt outside the front doors, I began looking for a car to borrow. Tommy, still on my heels, had figured out what I was doing.
"Follow me," he said, leading me to the closest Sheriff's car.
"Get in!" he said, jumping behind the wheel.
"Which way?" he asked as I closed the door.
"I think they ran out the side door. They must have had a car waiting." I told him.
Tommy started for the corner as several Agents and deputies, their guns drawn, followed us on foot. Someone recognized Tommy and told the others. Several thought he had gone mad, and was retaliating for this morning's suspension. However, one of them realized that something must be wrong and headed for his own patrol car.
"Michael, can you hear me?" Vickie asked in a panic.
"I'm here, sweetheart. Take a deep breath and tell me where you are," I thought to her.
I made a snap decision and immediately tied Tommy in.
"What the fuck!" Tommy cried, swerving as he heard Penny in the background giving orders.
"Stay calm, Deputy Clark. You've just been sworn in to a very elite agency. We use special communications and I don't have time to explain," I told him.
Then to Vickie and Abby, I said, "Girls, say hello to Tommy. He just got initiated into our little troop."
I was right. Vickie and Abby both calmed down as they began to welcome Tommy to the family. Abby actually giggled a little.
"Where are you now," I asked.
"I don't know Michael. They have us in the back seat, but I don't know where we are. Hang on a minute, there's a street sign..." she paused. She was trying to see the sign. "We're getting on the interstate. I-610 going north," Vickie told us.
"Hang on, I gotta make a U-turn," Tommy said. I was glad he was driving. Even with his red lights flashing, it was harrowing.
"Okay, Vickie. We're coming. Hang in there!" I told her.
"Kip, you and Karla make sure the others are protected, especially Deedee. Penny, get me some back up. We're following them north on I-610," I told everyone.
"Help's on the way, Michael," Penny said.
"Michael, we're getting off. No, we're getting on I-10 now. Headed west. They're taking us to an airport, to take us back to New Orleans. It's Abby they want," Vickie said in a rush.
"You get that?" I asked Tommy. He just grunted in reply, focusing on weaving in and out of the Friday night downtown traffic.
"Okay, Vickie, stay calm. We're about a mile behind you. I need you to stay calm," I told her.
"That'll be West Houston. It's a private strip and the runway is long enough for small jets," Tommy said.
"You don't have to talk, Mr. Tommy. You can just think and we'll hear you," Abby explained.
Tommy smiled and shuddered. "This is gonna take some getting used to," he thought to himself.
"That's okay. We'll all be glad to help you," Abby thought back to him.
"Oh, no. They're ... they're ... discussing what they are going to do to me!" I felt Vickie shudder.
"Vickie!" I shouted. "Listen to me!" but she was really beginning to panic as they discussed what they were going to enjoy doing to her once they got them on the plane.
"Victoria!" I commanded sternly.
"Yes, Master," she replied weakly. "I'm sorry. I just got scared for a moment. Talk to Abby. She's scared to death too, and I can barely focus on your voice right now."
"I'm all right. Michael is coming," she thought to Vickie with surprising confidence. Vickie seemed to calm down a little.
"What kind of car are you in?" I asked, trying to get her communicating.
"I don't know. It's big. And it looks like its black, but its dark out and I can't tell for sure," Vickie said.
"It says Impala on the dash," Abby added.
"Good girl, Abby. Just stay calm. We're coming," I told her. Her description fit with the car Kip didn't destroy this morning.
"Okay, Abby. How many men are there?" I asked her.
"There's three, Michael. The two that grabbed us and one driving the car," Abby explained.
"We're passing mile marker 761. Where are you Michael?" Vickie asked with a quivering voice.
"They're less than a mile in front of us," Tommy said, still speaking out loud.
"Hurry, Michael," Vickie thought.
"Penny has already notified the airport, Sweetie. The plane will never get off the ground," I told her.
"Okay, but be careful, Michael. They've got guns," Abby added.
"Tommy, kill the lights. I've got an idea," I said suddenly.
As Tommy killed the emergency lights on the roof, a voice on the police radio, which we had been largely ignoring, said "Looks like I'm covering for your sorry ass again, Clark."
Tommy looked in his rear view mirror as he reached for the mike.
"Then kill the revolvers, Smitty. We got a kidnapping in progress and we don't want to spook the bad guys. They're in a black Impala about four hundred yards in front of me. They're headed for West Houston Airport."
"Roger that. What do you need?" Smitty asked.
"My guess is they'll take Barker Cypress and go in the front door," Tommy spoke into the radio. "Why don't you take Texas Six, and head in the back way. I'll stay with the girls."
"Roger that," Smitty said. "Smitty to the rescue!"
Abby giggled again at Smitty's sign-off.
"The airport only has one wrangler and a security guard on duty. They've been warned and have locked themselves in the office. The wrangler reported a King Air landing right at sunset, got refueled and appeared to be waiting on someone. The pilot and another man have been standing by the plane for the last hour," Penny reported. "We're maybe five minutes behind you."
"They're going in the front way," Tommy said as the black Impala sped past the exit for Texas Route Six. Then he relayed everything to Smitty.
"Please, Michael. Be careful," came Catherine's unbidden thought.
"Okay, here's the drill, everybody. Tommy will close up and follow them in. When the car stops, I'll take care of the kidnappers." I thought to everyone. "I can't do anything to risk Vickie and Abby getting hurt, so we have to wait until he puts the car in park."
"You do realize that they'll probably try to force a standoff, using the girls as hostages," Tommy said.
"Did you get the firing pin fixed in your gun yet?" I asked him, changing the subject.
"No. But I have my spare with me. That was the weirdest thing, too. When I cleaned it last night, it was fine. Now, I have to take it in to be repaired. Thank god, you said something, or I might have been carrying it tonight. How did you know?" Tommy asked.
"Do you think that if the same thing happened to their guns today, that they would have them repaired by now?" I asked without answering him.
Tommy considered my question for a long moment. I could tell that it was dawning on him that it had not happened accidentally, nor only to his gun.
"Why do I get the feeling that they are suddenly outgunned?" Tommy asked with a grin.
"Welcome to the family, Tommy!" quipped Vickie. I could tell she was feeling much better now that she thought things were going to be all right.
We reached the West Houston Airport only a hundred yards behind the Impala. When we turned in behind them, they sped up, heading for the waiting plane. The propellers suddenly came to life on the aircraft as the Impala ground to a halt next to the extended stairs. I could now sense all four of the thugs from this morning as well as a fifth man, who appeared to be the pilot. This was the moment I was waiting for. I tapped the three kidnappers, then their accomplice next to the plane. I couldn't do anything about the pilot with the propellers turning, because I couldn't be sure what would happen with the airplane if I paralyzed him.
Smitty pulled to a halt directly in front of the King Air 100 only seconds later, and by the time Tommy and Smitty were out of their cars, it was all over.
"Cuff 'em Tommy and then search 'em. I know a couple of them are carrying spares," I yelled in his ear over the roar of the propellers. "And check on the pilot." The pilot decided he didn't need this complication and shut down the engines, before making his way out of the plane with his hands in the air.
Meanwhile, I ran to the Impala and threw open the rear door. Vickie and Abby scrambled quickly out of the back seat, and into my arms. I stood there hugging two very relieved girls.
"I've got to nip this in the bud before someone gets hurt," I thought as I made up my mind. "It looks like I need to pay a visit to Mr. Sam Dewey."
"Are you sure they aren't dead?" Tommy asked as he looked at the unmoving bodies.
"Yeah. I don't want them dead just yet," I replied. He just stared at me. A bulletproof train car, the firing pins, the talking in his head, and now four guys lying on the ground and unable to move, I could see that Tommy was having trouble digesting everything his eyes were feeding him.
Adapt and overcome. That's what he had been taught. "Well, this may take some adapting!" he thought, as he went back to the patrol car to see how many sets of handcuffs he could find.
Smitty brought him some of the new plastic kind that came in the riot kits that the deputy's all carried now. So while Tommy and Smitty secured the prisoners, I simply held Vickie and Abby. I overheard Smitty asking Tommy what had happened to the prisoners.
"Tell him its voodoo," I thought to Tommy. "And it becomes a very deadly kind of voodoo, when someone messes with my family!" I added, mostly to myself.
I began to release the thugs when I heard the sirens in the distance. By the time the first police cars arrived, they were all stirring. At least as much as they could while lying face down on the tarmac with their hands cuffed behind their backs.
I don't know which one arrived on the scene first, FBI Special Agent in Charge, Cecil Turner, or Harris County blowhard in charge, Sheriff Otis Stottlemeyer. But it was Stottlemeyer's voice that I heard first.
"You have fucked up big time boy! Your ass is grass and I'm the lawnmower," he said to Tommy, as he walked right by the five prisoners. "What do you mean taking Peterson's squad car? Besides, you're on suspension and shouldn't even have been at that place tonight," Sheriff Stottlemeyer screamed.
The news people who had followed from the hotel were crowding around us, so Agent Turner barked at the deputies to keep them back, but that didn't stop the flashbulbs from popping.
I kept waiting for Agent Turner to step in and stop the Sheriff since the press was able to hear him now, but he was enjoying this a little too much. Suspicious, I decided to scan Turner. I found that he was just giving the stupid Sheriff enough rope to hang himself. So I kept my mouth shut.
"Be cool, Tommy," I thought. "The FBI guy has plans for your Sheriff. He's just letting him dig his grave a little deeper first."
Tommy grinned, as he informed the Sheriff that he had placed his resignation from the Harris County Sheriff's Department on his desk, just this afternoon. This seemed to make the Sheriff even angrier. "Your sorry ass will never work in Texas again, boy," the sheriff threatened. "I'll make sure..."
"Excuse me Sheriff," I said, interrupting his tirade. I just couldn't resist yanking the asshole's chain. "That's not exactly true. You see, I'm in Texas. And Tommy here is in Texas. And well, Tommy works for me now, so technically, he's working in Texas. So even you can see that what you said is not accurate."
Stottlemeyer's face was almost as red as the flashing lights on top his car as he stared at me.
"Just thought you'd want to know," I added with a teenaged shrug, like it didn't matter to me.
"Why you little snot nosed..." began the sheriff's rant. Fortunately, we couldn't hear the rest of it as he was drowned out by a small Gulfstream that was landing on the runway right next to us. I could sense Anna had just arrived. I made a mental note to be sure to ask her about the sick vet that she had just escorted to San Antonio.
By the time the roar of the engines had passed, even the sheriff had stopped, unable to hear himself. After it passed, he looked at me and said, "I've a good mind to run you in. We'll just see what a night in the Harris County lock-up will do for that smart assed attitude of yours."
"I don't know if that would be a wise move on your part, Sheriff," I told him. "I have over a hundred attorneys working for me, and I don't think you'd really want a hundred lawyers sniffing around your back yard. They might just uncover that little black book you keep with all the names of the people who keep making contributions to your nonexistent campaign. You know. The money you used to buy that piece of hunting property out in West Texas? Or how about the fact that you're hiring out prisoners for labor and pocketing the cash? Come to mention it, what would Mrs. Sheriff say if she knew where you were Tuesday night? Do you think she'd understand you having to interrogate that witness every Tuesday night for the last two months? In her bed?"
He was too close to me to take a good swing, so he just charged me. I could have dropped him, but there were too many witnesses to be using my powers. So I took the charge, just like they taught me to back when I played basketball in high school.
Fortunately ... well, for me anyway, he knocked me to the ground, right on top of the bound prisoners. I heard the grunts as we fell, and I appreciated them breaking our fall like that. Somehow, I don't think they appreciated it, though. The camera flashes blinded us and I found myself wondering if one of them was actually filming this.
"Forty years from now, this would have been on YouTube before we could get home!" I thought.
The attack was what the AIC was waiting for. "Read him his rights," Agent Turner said as an FBI agent cuffed the sheriff.
The Sheriff was really ranting as the agents cuffed his hands behind his back.
"You have the right to remain silent..." he started.
"I sure wished he would," I thought as I stood and brushed myself off.
"You shouldn't have spoken to him like that, Michael," Anna said as she walked up.
"It's about time you showed up," I said as I hugged her.
"I was on my way back from San Antonio when Daddy had us diverted here. I got some of it from him. Can you fill me in on the rest?" Anna asked.
I connected and shared my memories of the last half hour.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
I nodded.
Anna then hugged Vickie and then Abby. "Looks like you girls have had some excitement tonight. Is it okay if they go now, Agent Turner?" she asked the AIC.
"We'll need to get statements from them, but we can do that tomorrow, I guess," he replied.
"Why don't you girls go get on the bus? Michael and I need to talk to Agent Turner for a few minutes," Anna told Penny and Kip. "And keep them away from the press. Michael will have to talk to them in a minute, I guess."
I looked around. I had been so busy with the sheriff, that I hadn't noticed our tour bus had arrived. Everyone was looking out the windows on this side, so I waved to them as a couple of the agents escorted Vickie and Abby to them.
"It's good to see you again, Anna," Agent Turner said. "How's your dad? Still chasing ghosts?"
Anna smiled as she gave Agent Turner a friendly hug. "He's doing fine. And yes, he's still chasing ... ghosts," Anna told him. "How's Janet?"
I figured out from the conversation that Janet was his wife, and that Cecil and Anna had worked on another case together a few years ago. I also found out that 'chasing ghosts' was Cecil's way of asking if her dad was still with the CIA. Finally, they got down to discussing what was going to happen to the prisoners.
"You can have them Cecil, but I need them for a couple of minutes first. We have to ask them some questions that deal with an unrelated but possibly connected matter. Then you can't let them near a phone for a few hours. Daddy said to say please," Anna told him. It was her polite way of telling him the CIA had an interest in them.
Cecil grinned. He got her point. Besides, the General had just done him a favor with the Sheriff.
"Sure. I don't think that will be a problem. Tell your dad we appreciate him putting us on to the sheriff like he did," Agent Turner replied. "We've had our suspicions for some time now, but your information, and well, what this young man added tonight, should be plenty."
"You're welcome. Now, if you'll excuse us?" she asked.
"Do you need help with them? They haven't been read their rights yet," he said.
"No, we're fine. You can read them their rights in a minute. For what I'm going to ask, they have no rights," Anna said loud enough for the five bound men to hear.
The FBI Special Agent backed everyone else about fifty feet away. Finally, it was just Anna and I, and the five handcuffed prisoners that were still lying on the asphalt.
"I hope you understand what you're doing, Michael," Anna said. She was referring to my plan to go after whoever sent the kidnappers.
"You know I have to do it. And tonight is the best time," I said.
"I know," she said quietly.
"C'mon," I said. "Let's get this over with."
Anna made a signal with her hand and another CIA operative came walking towards us, out of the darkness. I arched my eyebrows at her, but said nothing aloud.
"He's a company pilot. He was flying me back to Houston when this came up. He volunteered to fly us to New Orleans," she thought to me.
"What's his name?" I asked.
"I don't know. He's never given it and I know better than to ask," she replied.
As Anna walked up to the first bound thug, I connected them. She politely asked him his name and then listened as he refused to reply. She repeated the seemingly futile gesture with each of the others before finally getting to the pilot. When Anna reached the bound King Air pilot, she placed the toe of her designer shoe that I had paid one hundred dollars for this afternoon, right in his face, as she asked him, "I don't suppose you'll tell us where you were going tonight, will you?"
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