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Chapter 5- Sandra
I decided to take a new approach. I'm just going to write without thinking about it. BTW, I'm nowhere near as good a sexy-type writer as alex. bear with me.

Chapter Five - Sandra

"Sandra? Sandra? Are you there? Answer this right now!" The walkie talkie filled the room with more angry yelling, followed by some obscenities. An unclothed form reached over and clicked off the machine. "Sorry, where were we?" said Sandra seductively. "We were just getting started, babe." replied a male voice. "That's what I like to hear," Sandra whispered through a smile. Sandra pulled the sheets over herself and her mate and sighed. She felt every inch of the man, and he held her soft body close. Hours turned into minutes, minutes to seconds. Finally, with a long moan of ecstasy, and a shiver of pleasure, the act was done. It was late. The two lovers held each other close, and eventually drifted into sleep.

A loud chirping penetrated Sandra's deep sleep. Where was she? Her head hurt. She looked at the clock. It was three in the morning. What was going on? What was that sound? Why did the man next to her not hear it? Suddenly, she realized, it was her microscopic earpiece she had installed. She had completely forgotten it, it was so small. The fact that she was an FBI agent dawned on her again, she had whimsically thought it to be a bad dream for a second. Oh well. She crawled out of bed, trying not to disturb the man, and quickly slipped on her clothes. They wouldn't call her on this line unless it was important. She picked up her thin black phone, and dialed the secret number she was forced to memorize. She was greeted with a mechanical, "Please enter verification." Quickly punching in one-three-three-seven, she held the phone to her ear as her prerecorded briefing was played for her.

"Sandra, we believe that there will be a kidnapping and possible assassination attempt on one Alex Haimovich this morning. We need you to tail him. I've sent his background information to your phone. We've pinpointed his cell phone with our GPS, so you can track him with this as well."

The recording paused.

"Your father thought you could handle this, but frankly, I'm not sure. One more slipup and..."

Sandra clicked the phone shut and slid it down her shirt. She didn't feel like hearing any more. Gathering her possessions, she left without a second look at the man she had just slept with.

***

The reporters swarmed around the slim, lanky man, much like lions on a carcass. The man held onto the sides of his armani suit, and smiled, facing the mob.

"Now, now, I will answer all of your questions." he assured the audience.

"Mr. Rosen, is it really true that Mr. Haimovich has recently forfeitted all of his stock shares and quit the company?" asked one intrepid young woman.

"You have it wrong, my dear, but the situation he is in may cause him to do so. Sometime early this morning, Alexander mysteriously dissapeared, leaving behind no trace. He has, as of yet, responded to no forms of communication. What makes this inconvenient is that today is an important meeting that was held due to the fact that several large shares of the company were sold to anonymous patrons in the past who have remained inactive. If Alex, or any other shareholders, were to not be in attendance of said meeting, they very well could forfeit their shares. This allowed within the company charter, and potential shareholders had this information available to them upon purchase of the stock. We assure you, however, that we are making our best effort to locate Mr. Haimovich, but I cannot make it clear enough to you all that he knew about this meeting. It is our understanding, however, that he has dissappeared on his own will, and therefore, our company can only do so much."

Matthew Rosen smiled. It really was too easy...

***

"Okay, listen up, now that you all are up. I want you to calmly hand us all cell phones and weapons. I'm not afraid to blow a hole in any of your heads, you hear?" said the nasally voiced man.

No one moved. The one known as Larian clenched a fist, and spoke up with his heavy accent. "Do not think I am stupid. I know at least two of you have concealed weapons. Mr. Businessman, please disarm yourself."

Alex slowly moved to his pantleg, and pulled it up, removing it, he slowly raised it.

"Toss it over to me." instructed Larian.

Alex did not move. Larian frowned. Finally, he dropped the gun, garnering all of Larian's attention.

Suddenly, a shot was fired. Sandra had a gun raised in the air, which she then pointed at Larian's comrade. "If you dare shoot that thing, I swear to you, it will be the last thing you do."

Larian slowly lowered his weapon. "Let us not make this complicated. We are just waiting on our ransom, and we will be in and out. Is that not right, Cesard?"

His ally, apparently named Cesard, nodded. Katie removed a handgun of her own, and pointed it at Cesard

"It appears we have a stalemate." Alex said.

Then, Larian's head exploded. Startled, Cesard whipped out his own firearm prepared to fire on Alex. Unfortunately, his hand burst into blood and gore. The gun fell to the floor. Cesard screamed in agony, and Sandra, though just as surprised as he was, was still a trained agent, took the opportunity to pistol whip her captor into submission.

Alex and Sandra turned to Nate, who, with his one good hand, was holding a large shotgun that was apparently stowed in his guitar case. Cristina gaped at him in horror. Katie stepped back, and Sandra and Alex looked at each other, seemingly about to ask each other if that had really happened.

Nate smiled and broke the silence. "Wow, it's like we can start the people with guns club, and I can be the leader. Tina, you're not allowed in until you git yoself a gat!"

No one found it funny.

"Oh come on, guys. We're still cool." Nate thrusted the gun forward and pulled it back to cock it.

"No, you're under arrest." growled Katie.

"He's out of your league," laughed Sandra. "I thought you looked familiar. I've seen you before. You work with the mob, don't you? I may forget a face, but I never forget a shot."

"Looks like I'm caught." surrendered Nate.