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The Gleaming Of Silver Chapter 3 Sleeping in her bed, wearing only an "Assassins Fest �98" T-shirt, she woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. Reaching up she fumbled, her hand searching blindly for the phone. It rang on and on, finally seeking further, she slammed the speaker phone button on. "Hello?" she said tiredly. "Hey, Sabby?" A.J. asked. "Yeah." She replied groggily. "Did-I-uh..wake you?" "Mmmm...sleep..oh no. I am awake now." She mumbled. She listened and heard him laugh and then losing his playful side, he went to dead serious. "That day, why were you at the concert area?" "Working," she replied quietly. "But you're not on the crew. H-how?" He stuttered. "I got there looking to see if I could help out, cause my uncle worked for you and seeing how I know something about speakers; I decided to help...so I fixed it." "Oh, "A.J. replied with a sigh of relief. "what's your address?" he asked after a moment of silence went by. Sabriel looked at the phone oddly, then told him. "K. Babes, go back to sleep." A.J. didn't have to tell her twice, as soon as she heard the phone hang up on that end, she turned it off, and fell back into a deep restless slumber.Meanwhile, A.J. sat down, smiling, looking at the phone; holding it one extra minute before he put it back down on the receiver. He went to the living room and plopped on the couch, where he sat, looking at the blank screen of the T.V. thinking. And smiling all the while. As time passed by, A.J. woke with a start, and looked at the time. It was almost noon, taking the paper with Sab's address on it, and then walked outside. Shades on, keeping those chocolate brown eyes from melting more from the many dangers of the Sun's glaring rays, he hopped into his car and drove off. Looking around he found himself in the downtown area of Orlando, Florida; where the building crumbled and rotted with decay. He came to his destination a loft in the SoHo. He parked his car in a spot, which was rare to find one in this city. Stepping out, his boots came down on something that "crunched"; a beer can. He went up the stairs, and passed a couple of Mafia looking thugs who loitered around. One big burly guy, that A.J. noticed, stepped in front of him and stopped him at the door. "So what's a pretty boy like you doing away from Mommy?" One thug asked him. A.J. kept his mouth shut, and kept his cool, "I am here to pick up Sabriel Emrys." As soon as the name got out of his mouth, the guys moved away, giving him access to the door, but A.J. couldn't help but watch as all the color drained from his face. He could practically smell the fear that reeked out of the other man's pores. He went inside, but before he could, a guy held his arm, and A.J. glanced down at it. "She's probably awake by now." Then let go of his arm and let him go in. Whistling as he moved up the stairs not believing this scenario, and came to the door of 13A he looked up, and pushed a buzzer. He could hear it as it rang through the loft.Sabriel heard the buzzer, and stumbled out of bed, sheets around her legs. Inside the apartment in the main space before the door, was her computer system. The most advanced high technology, she could lay her hands on. She let the camera zoom in on the person outside of her door, and she used the touchpad screen to zoom in, and then dragged that to the corner. She met A.J.'s face looking at the camera and making faces at it. "Wonder what he's doing here," She mumbled to herself. Going to the door, she took off the slide lock and opened it, and ushered him in. "Good morning." "Good afternoon," he replied looking at his watch. Then looking up and down at what she was wearing, half-thought and half-said, "nice." Looking down at her own clothes, and only saw her same old "Assassin Fest �98" shirt. "Oh." Then looking at him, "How'd you get through-?" "the watch dogs?" he finished for her. "Yeah." "Mention your name, and the guys just happen to flock at the sound." Sabriel sensed sarcasm and humor in his undercurrent of his meaning. A.J. gave her a bouquet of flowers and smiled at her. "Oh my! They're gorgeous." She moved into the kitchen and looked through the many cupboards, and pulled out a coffeepot, and improvising washed it out and put the flowers in it, as well as the water that would feed them. Closing the door with his foot, he looked around at the futuristic yet simple SoHo loft. It reminded him of his apartment. The place was huge, even though it looked small. A desk faced the door, intrigued he moved behind it, and sat in the chair, and with a touch of the screen, saw a picture zoomed in on him. In the background was a copy of Edward Mench's "Scream" for wallpaper. Looking up at the room, on the left side of the wall, he saw a lizard CD rack, as well as her sound system. Pushing out of the chair, he moved over to it, and looked at the collection. Which held a number of Techno and Heavey Metal CD's, but he had to be proud, because she had all of their albums mixed in with the collection. One CD caught his attention, he read the label that said "Gravity Kills", but before he could say anything, she came up and took the CD out and popped it into the tray. He smiled, liking the beat, and found himself relaxing, lights dimmed, he lied down on the vinyl couch and found himself falling asleep. Sabriel followed suit and fell asleep in his arms, with a quilt around them both.Stillion looked at the paper, still no sign of any articles that might tell his bosses if the assassin truly did do her part. "Any word?" Mr. Bass asked him, glancing at his servant. "Still none, Boss." He replied reading about the Dolphins and their season heading to playoffs. "You know what to do." "Is it really necessary?" Fatone asked him. "Yes, we paid her half the money, and still the work is not done." Getting up, with his iced tea in hand he went to the balcony rail and looked over it, looking at the beautiful clear water.Sabriel woke and found herself in A.J.'s arms, pullling away, she slowly pulled out of his arms trying not to wake him. Looking down she smiled to herself, and she moved a lock of hair from his face, she let her fingers caress his cheek and move down to his lips. She looked at his lips, and was about to lean down and kiss him, but she woke up from her reviara and looked at her watch. She then went to her room, and slipped into a pair of black cargo pants, and slipping off her shirt, pulled on a white tank. She sat and pulled on her socks and boots. A.J. smiled to himself, he couldn't believe that he held such a girl in his arm only moments ago. Stretching he looked around, only to find himself drift into slumber once more. Sabriel tucked the blanket in around him, and then went over to the computer, her fingers moving quickly over the keyboard, she connected online, and started to look at the many posted messages on the message board. She looked and saw one that caught her eye:Subj: Spider Monkeys on the Rampage Looking at the message, she scanned it with her mouse, and then clicked here and there, putting the encrypter to use. She watched as letters were sucked into the vacuum and then spilled out into a message of warning, that read: SKILUFF. WATCH OUT FOR THEM. MAY CLEAN OUT THE STORE. Sabriel looked at the message and shuddered internally. She had never met the Skiluff brothers, but their name was legendary for the blood and the cleaning jobs they've done before. Any name could be said, but none could bring such a terror to one's mind than that name. If it was someone else's she could deal with it. But no. She had to deal with the most professional and high advanced cleaners around. They were the guys sent in, if a job wasn't done right. Deleting the message, she disconnected and got out of the program. Returning to the main screen, Sabriel just gazed at it; thinking. |