Vengeance In Blood (Book 1), page 28
part #1 of Vengeance In Blood Series
He walked over, spinning her around. “You may do whatever you please,” he said, hugging her tight. “I just don’t want you to ever think you have to.” She looked up at him, smiling, then laid her head on his chest.
“BONNIE!” Besseta bellowed. Kenneth let her go and jumped back, falling on his ass. With hands and legs kicking out, he started creating distance. Seeing arms and legs flying about, Besseta turned and giggled at the sight as Kenneth came to a stop. “I didn’t yell at you,” she pointed out.
“Just getting out of the way,” he said, slowly getting up as Besseta walked over and looked down at Bonnie.
“What is your name?” Besseta asked, looking down at Bonnie. Bonnie’s tongue suddenly reached up, licking one of her bulging eyes. “That’s gross; don’t do that,” Besseta said and leaned over her as Clyde ran over beside Bonnie. Both dogs sat down, looking up at Besseta with open mouths, panting. “We have this talk every few days,” Besseta said, turning to the bowls. “Bonnie,” she said, pointing at the bowl with Bonnie’s name.
Jumping up, Bonnie ran over to her bowl and started eating. Besseta turned to look at Clyde, and he ran over to his bowl as Besseta looked up at Kenneth. “I think they do that just to make me mad,” she confessed.
Smiling, Kenneth walked over, kissed her cheek, then headed for the stairs. “Where are you going?” Besseta asked.
“Shower and change. I think I wet my pants,” he admitted, running up the stairs.
“See what you made Daddy do?” Besseta pointed her finger at the dogs.
After eating, they went downstairs and started laying out plans. When they were halfway satisfied, Besseta started moving around the basement to different rooms, gathering supplies. Kenneth followed, amazed at the stuff she had and that she knew where everything was. When she went to the last room at the end of the hall, Kenneth stopped as Besseta keyed a key pad then took out keys and unlocked four locks then swung open the door.
Turning on a light, she went inside, and Kenneth just turned around, looking the other way, waiting. “You can come in,” she said from inside the room.
“That’s alright. I’ll wait,” he said over his shoulder. She had shown him the room when he had arrived, but even then, he wouldn’t step inside. Dropping a small bag, Besseta stormed out of the room and grabbed his arm. Nearly yanking Kenneth off his feet, she pulled him inside. “This is half yours, you know,” she said, letting him go.
Slowly turning around, Kenneth gazed at the shelves of money, gold, jewels, silver, and priceless artifacts. In between two shelves was a pallet of gold bullion bars. “You don’t use banks?” he asked, mesmerized.
“Yes, but I need stashes I can lay my hands on fast,” she told him, picking up the bag, stuffing stacks of bills inside.
Slowly walking over to the pallet of gold, Kenneth saw the ingots were all stamped with Confederate States of America. “You took the South’s gold?” he asked, nervously reaching out, poking it with his finger just to make sure it was real.
“That was only one shipment they were trying to get out after the surrender,” Besseta said. “In all reality, if they hadn’t had slavery, I probably would’ve helped them, but any man that imposes his will on another is nothing less than a monster.”
Carefully, Kenneth walked around, looking at all the stuff, and found a stack of gold coins from the Holy Roman Empire. “You are very frugal to save this much,” Kenneth said, picking up a coin.
“Please,” she scoffed. “This is just one stash. It’s just money. Most here was taken off those I killed. Some was earned like in a real job, but most was bounty I took off those that needed vengeance.”
“Just money?” he gasped.
“Yes,” she said slowly. “We have to get a car. How do you think we’ll get one?” she asked. “When we’re done with it, we’ll destroy it.”
“Hell, I’m for stealing one off a lot,” Kenneth admitted.
“No, we don’t need to arouse suspicion. We’ll pick up the rest of your IDs while we’re out as well. Remember; three come with you, but hide one in the car and the other in the luggage,” she told him.
“Just seems wasteful destroying a brand new car,” he pointed out, looking at a bowl full of diamonds.
Walking over, she wrapped her arms around his arm. “It is, but we can’t sell it. We don’t need any more people that can identify us,” she explained again.
“Can we leave the vault?” he asked. Smiling, she let Kenneth lead them out, and he locked the door then handed her the keys. “When we get back, I’m putting in a new alarm system. We need to find a boarding kennel that we can leave the dogs at,” he said, taking the bag full of cash.
“Like hell,” Besseta snapped. “They can go with us.”
Looking down at her face and seeing the grimace, he quickly said, “Yes they can. I don’t know what came over me.” Seeing her smile, he held out his hand and led her down the hall. Kenneth gathered up the bags as Besseta dressed the dogs in sweaters. Driving across the lake, they laughed as the dogs barked at the wake the boat was leaving. Besseta grabbed the dogs as Kenneth packed the Jeep, and they headed out.
The next day, they stopped in Detroit at a Jaguar dealership. After settling on a loaded XJ, Kenneth was ready to discuss price and almost fell out of the chair when Besseta just laid down a credit card. After they signed and headed over to the car, Besseta opened the back door, letting the dogs in. “Besseta, you just paid ninety-four thousand on a car we’re dumping,” he croaked.
“So?” she said, closing the door. “Go find a parking garage. I’m going to get tags and pick up your other IDs.” She climbed into the Jaguar.
Walking back to the Jeep, Kenneth mumbled about women shoppers. Pulling out his smartphone, Kenneth found a parking garage and didn’t like it. After looking at two others, he headed to the airport and put the Jeep in long-term parking outside the airport property. He grabbed his phone and was about to dial Besseta’s number when his phone rang, and he saw it was her calling.
“I’m ready—”
“Get the bags,” she cut him off. “I’m down at the entrance.”
“How did—”
“I got a new surprise, remember? I love you,” she said and hung up.
Grabbing the stuff, Kenneth felt like a pack mule carrying it to the entrance. After putting the stuff in the trunk, he climbed in the passenger seat. The door wasn’t even closed as Besseta took off. “This thing drives great,” she said with a grin.
“Well, I will have to get you one,” he said with attitude.
She looked at him, shaking her head. “How many garages did you look at?”
“Three,” he replied curtly.
Knowing Kenneth like she did, Besseta was betting it was the price that made him leave. “We will gather the rest of our stuff as we drive,” she offered, trying to change the subject.
“Fine,” he said, looking ahead.
Reaching over, she patted his leg. “Remember, you don’t have to worry about money now,” she told him.
“You should always worry about money,” he replied.
“I ah,” she turned to him with a grin, “bought you a new shirt that I can wear. It’s shorter.
Instantly, his frown turned upside down. “Oh, now we are talking,” he said cheerfully.
It took them two days to make it to Baltimore, and they stopped and picked up things Besseta wanted. Then, she told him where to drive as she would roll down the window for a second then roll it back up. “There,” she said, pointing to the right.
A small, three-story office complex sat behind a ten-foot, chain-link fence topped with razor wire. Having a target, Besseta had him drive to an internet café and printed satellite pictures of the facility. They found a hotel and a place to leave the dogs then drove outside the city so Besseta could make something with all the stuff she bought. It was dark when they found an abandoned store.
“That’s thermite,” Kenneth said as she mixed up some powder.
“Yes, I like it,” she said, pouring the powder in a two-foot-long, four-inch plastic pipe. Then, she started pulling out jugs, mixing them in two five-gallon gas cans.
“Is it some form of napalm?” Kenneth asked.
“Kind of. Tocenu told me how to make Greek fire,” she said, picking up the jugs and shaking them.
Kenneth gasped. “Nobody knows how to make Greek fire. The recipe was lost.”
“No, it was never written down,” Besseta corrected him. “The Greeks knew if it was written down, it could be lost to enemies, so it was only passed down verbally.”
“Smells dangerous,” Kenneth said, grabbing a spray can to paint both cans black.
Putting the empty containers in the trunk, she smiled. “Oh, it is. When Greek fire is lit, nothing can put it out. It must burn out on its own. As Greek fire burns, it will create its own oxygen.”
“You still determined to bring one out?” Kenneth asked, not liking that part of the plan.
She nodded. “Yes, we need to know what they are up to,” she said and started stripping. A grin spread across his face, watching. “Focus,” Besseta said, throwing her clothes in the car.
“I am, but I have a beautiful lady almost naked in front of me.”
Shaking her head and grinning, she said, “You see me naked a lot.”
“Apparently not enough,” Kenneth said, ogling her body.
“You need to make sure you’re ready to haul ass when you pick me up,” she said, pulling out black spandex, and put it on.
“Don’t worry; I’ll be ready,” he assured her. “I’ve never seen spandex look that good on anyone before.” He nodded with joy. “You aren’t going to grab a vampire, are you?” he asked, losing his grin.
“No, they won’t know much,” she said, tying her hair up and putting a black ski mask on.
“Well, I know they will have some watching,” Kenneth said.
She picked up the cans and tied them together then threw them over her shoulder and put on her backpack. “I smelled two, and if I find them, I’ll kill them, but my job is to burn it down,” she said, walking over to him. She pulled him down, giving him a kiss. “Be ready,” she said and vanished with a whoosh.
Pulling out his pistol and making sure it was ready, Kenneth climbed in the car and pulled out, heading to the small store where he was going to wait.
Coming to a stop, Besseta seemed to appear out of the night across the street from the building. A guard shack sat at the only gate that allowed entrance into the building. She noted two guards and smelled the one walking around outside was a vampire.
Holding up her hand, she slowly breathed as her fingernails grew. Taking a deep breath and tensing her body, Besseta exploded in a dead run. The vampire heard the roar of wind and barely turned as Besseta held out her hand, slicing through his neck and grabbing the spine.
The human guard inside the shack was dozing and jerked awake as a gust of wind rocked the guard shack. He looked around for the new guard but didn’t see him, and as he closed his eyes, a headless body next to the guard shack dropped behind the lever gate.
Dropping the spine and head, Besseta pushed herself harder and jumped. Sailing through the air, she waved her arms to keep her balance, stayed upright, and landed on the roof. Locking her legs, Besseta skidded twenty feet then came to a stop before reaching the other side. Closing her eyes, she walked the roof, listening to the thoughts beneath her.
Satisfied, she ran over to the middle of the roof and pulled the air conditioner air duct off and poured in one of the cans. Then, she moved over to a building vent and poured in the other. Pulling out the plastic tube, she set it down over the electrical box. She pulled out a road flare and lit it then stuck it to the top of the thermite. It went off, spitting and sputtering, glowing red as it melted through the metal box housing the building’s electricity.
Darting over, she lit the Greek fire and dropped the flare, jumping off the back of the building. Landing in a crouch, she darted to the right, stopping by two huge tanks. Grabbing the pipe from one tank, she grunted as she twisted. The metal started to groan as the fire alarm went off inside. With a sudden snap, the pipe broke, letting out a cloud of steam with liquid splashing her hands.
She looked down at the spots where the liquid oxygen hit her and saw the skin was gray. Shaking her hands, which felt like they were burning, she darted back to the fence and waited. People started darting out of doors as the building started belching smoke, and flames could be seen shooting up like the building was an erupting volcano. As the cloud of oxygen lifted, the fire grew exponentially.
A group ran out the back. I knew we needed professionals guarding us, she heard a thought brush her mind. Besseta smiled and narrowed it down to a tall man yelling at people. “Thank you,” she said, whooshing over. Stopping right in front of the man, he took a startled breath when she appeared in front of him, dressed in black. As his eyes grew wide, Besseta’s right hand shot out, hitting him in the jaw.
As he fell unconscious, she ducked under, throwing him over her shoulder, and whooshed away. The others with the man never saw her and started looking around for their missing boss.
Jumping the fence, Besseta leaned forward, pushing harder, then stopped, locking her legs and skidding to a stop. She turned, and a mile back, she saw the building was engulfed now as a car pulled up, and the window rolled down.
“Hey, I see you’re into kinky stuff,” Kenneth said with a grin.
“Just with you,” she said, walking to the back as the trunk opened. Tossing the man in, she zip tied his hands behind his back and then his legs. Searching him quickly, she took a pistol and knife. She closed the trunk and pulled off the ski mask and climbed into the passenger seat.
“Kinky, huh?” Kenneth said, putting the car in drive. “You’re the one who throws the dogs out.”
The End
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