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CF: CT-1802A-08 April 6, 2008 (Sunday) Jordan's Place 1730 hrs Jordan blew lightly into her cup of hot tea to cool it off. After a few minutes, she took another tentative sip, still too hot. Instead, she set it aside on the coffee table; she could wait awhile for the tea. Her cell phone lay besides her, quiet now. Gray had phoned earlier informing her of the case file information that had been sent to her via email. She had downloaded the emails onto her hard drive and printed the information. On most days she could stare at the computer screen, not today though because of her headache. She equated her headache in response to Alyssa brining her cat with her when she came in to help with the stocking that morning. Had she known Alyssa was going to be brining her cat, she would've taken an antihistamine. The paper napkin from Bello's was on her coffee table. How she managed to get it home with her she was unsure. No matter. She had fun that night, Friday. Herself and the rest of her team went out for a few drinks. Or at least, it was a few drinks for her. She didn't quite relish the thought of the morning hangover she seemed to get. She was amazed at the three other's ability to hold their liquor, but not her. What had been a great-relaxed evening had ended quickly when Saf did something Jordan thought she would never see. Not that she saw it personally. Hell, she didn't know why Saf walked out like she did until she heard the cries from the bathroom again. She knew Paige was worried; she had called a few times, asking if she had heard from Saf yet. With Paige worried, she was also beginning to wonder if Saf was okay. April 7, 2008 (Monday) Jordan's Place 1030 hrs Jordan replaced the handset of the telephone after pressing the end button. She had just spoken to Paige, who was giving her last minute information about internship at Samboy Aggregates. She moved over to her coffee table, where papers where scattered about in mishap piles. One pile contained information on Samboy, the next on the targets, and the last on Thomas Sprater, her target. He looked pretty handsome in his photo, but she was quite sure that was as far as it went, considering his wrap sheet, juvenile sealed, and charged with possession of illegal weapons. She shook her head. Sitting back down on the soft black leather couch, she grabbed another sheet on Samboy. However, she didn't read it. Instead, she looked out the window at the gray skies thankful she didn't have to go to work today. She had called earlier and Ryan answered, she was just letting them know that she wouldn't be in today because she was researching a project, but she told them to phone if there was a problem. She didn't think there would be, after all, the staff was pretty competent. They definitely had more patience than she did when it came to certain people. A few times she had been close to yelling, but she held her ground. Even so, things were going well, but she came home so tired. She could go on a mission, trekking around in the bush for 2 days and probably still have more energy than she did went she came home for the bookstore. It was intriguing. She had spent the last week or so engrossed in the business. As promised, Gray had sent over Terry to help her through some issues that came up while she was doing her paperwork. It was definitely a challenge, but she was settling in. Now with her first assignment, she was pleased that she wouldn't have to tell her staff anything. Just come in to do the paperwork in the mornings, stay through the afternoon, perfect timing for when she would have to head over to Samboy. She looked back down at the paper in her hand. It was a map of the place, Paige had given it to her, telling her that she might or might not get a copy from Branks, the shift supervisor, so just in case. And so she could familiarize herself with the layout before hand. She was somewhat surprised at the size of Samboy, but after all, it did big business. That was a double meaning in itself. Samboy Aggregates 1455 hrs Jordan opened her car door and climbed out, locking the door behind her. She zipped up her sweater more against the chilly breeze and walked towards the gate. She could see Paige in the distance, waiting for her just beyond the gate. As she approached the gate, Paige opened the gate and held it open. Jordan tentatively stepped forward, with raised eyebrows she asked, "Are you Ms. Becker?" Paige nodded, "You must be the intern, but call me Melissa." Jordan nodded, aware of the watchful eyes of the security guards by the gate. "Yes, I'm Holly McNeil. Pleased to meet you, I'm so excited about working here, I've been studying up on the turtles." she replied, reaching into her bag to pull out some papers. Paige stopped her, "That's great Holly, let's keep your enthusiasm for the turtles." Jordan looked somewhat stunned for a second, but brought up her determined look and followed Paige. Paige led her on a quick tour of the place, telling her to be careful as to not get lost. Just after Paige showed her where the office was, they ran into RJ. "Melissa, this the intern you told me was coming today?" Paige nodded, "RJ meet Holly McNeil, Holly, RJ is the shift supervisor here," she said, making the introductions. Jordan smiled and grasped the outstretched hand, noticing how RJ's eyes were traveling up and down her body. "Hi there, as I've told Melissa already, I'm very much looking forward to this internship. Thanks for letting me come aboard." RJ nodded, looking somewhat disgusted. Apparently he didn't like her enthusiasm, but that was the way Jordan wanted it. After all, she was just a mere student. "That's great. I don't believe Melissa has told me what university you are going to.""Just the local one, New Jersey City University, where I am majoring in biology, with a marine specialty." RJ smiled and looked at his watch. "I must be going. It was nice meet you." "Thank you," replied Jordan to his already retreating figure. She looked at Paige, and shrugged. She didn't like him, he was a pompous ass, really only concerned about himself. It didn't matter that he hated her, he hate her and think that she was just some crazy, ditzy student, it was good to go. 2300 hrs Jordan walked down the hallway, towards the lunchroom. She could hear voices coming from within. She approached the door, standing out of sight for a moment. She listened to their conversation; they were talking about her and `Melissa.' Their comments were none the flattering, as they were crude. She couldn't listen to it anymore and stood in the doorway. Baz, Sprater, and Keller were there; she had met them earlier when they had first arrived for their shift. Their conversation didn't stop, so Jordan, giving no indication that she had heard anything at all spoke up in a cheerful voice, "Hi there guys, I'm afraid I've gotten myself lost in this maze of hallways you have here, do you think someone would be able to show me to the offices corridor?" Jordan asked. The guys stopped their conversation and looked at her, only Baz looked a little guilty, but Jordan knew he was just going along to get the guys trust. Sprater volunteered to as Jordan hoped he would. Apparently the slap on this arm when she met him had worked, or so she hoped. As they walked back down the hallway, Jordan thanked Sprater, "Tom, mind if I call you Tom?" He shook his head and Jordan smiled in return, "Thanks for showing me the way. Melissa told me to get some more bags, but�fuck�I go and get lost. She's gonna be pissed." Thomas laughed, "Now why would she be pissed?" "What a god awful bitch. You know, you'd think she take it easy considering it's my first day and all. But *no* she's got me crawling around in the stuff you dredged up, you know the fish guts, rotting garbage, but I'm sure I don't need to go into details how it smells, you know already." Thomas looked somewhat surprised for a moment, he probably thought that she was some sweet little student, but nodded and replied, "Slave driving bosses, I tell ya, there's no fucking end to them. I've got it good here, but past jobs. I get so mad at them I wanna kill `em. Like my job before this, down in Pen, I couldn't do nothing right, but I told him off," he paused here for a moment, a evil smile coming across his face as he remembered `telling him off' Jordan supposed. "So, not to worry, you'll get your chance with Melissa. Cute bitch, but considering�" Jordan looked at him, wondering what he was thinking. Commenting Paige like that, "So if she's cute, than what am I?" she replied, sounding jealous. "Well," replied Thomas, openly looked at her, "You've got a damn fine body, sexy." Jordan smiled, looking pleased and flattered by the comment. Thomas stopped, "Here we are, where's the office?" "Oh, right over here. Thanks Tom." Jordan headed over to the door and unlocked it. "I'll just be a sec." Jordan walked in, leaving the door open and searched the drawers where the plastic bags would be. "Damn, trust Melissa to not tell me correctly where the plastic bags are�here they are!" Jordan exclaimed, pulling out a box of bags. "Now I had better get going before she gets real mad." Thomas nodded, but didn't say anything. Jordan got closer to him and fingered his arm. "You look like the kind of guy who likes excitement, I'm going mountain biking tomorrow if ya wanna come." She was taking the initiative; she knew that Thomas liked extreme sports. Thomas looked at her, "Mountain biking, that's right up my ally. But when are you planning on going? Cuz I have to work tomorrow."Jordan nodded, "Me too, but we can go around noon or so.""Okay. Where shall I pick you and your bike up?""Well, I'll be at the library here in Perth Amboy for the majority of the morning, how about you pick me up there?" Thomas nodded, "Great, but you'd better go. Don't wanna totally piss of the girl" Jordan smiled, "See ya tomorrow than Tom." "Later Holly. I trust you know your way back?" Jordan nodded, "Sure do. Thanks for the help." She walked back to where Paige was working. Paige played Melissa's part perfectly, pissed off that it had taken her so long. Jordan was glad, she had gotten Tommy boy to at least go out with her. Tomorrow would be key in getting him. Return |
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