10-04-2019, 11:16 AM
The elevator door opened. Susan Bailey, Mander, and Velasquez stepped out into the T-shaped intersection between the penthouse and the elevators. Velasquez turned to look at the two uniformed Ultimados flanking the suite's door, UMP submachineguns at the ready. They recognized Velasquez, despite the string bikini; and knew Susan and Mander from file photos. They began to stand at ease when Velasquez pointed to the other elevator and shouted orders at them in Spanish.
Susan's poorly-remembered Sesame Street Spanish allowed her to determine, along with Marisol's gestures, that she was telling them about the Triad hit team in the other elevator. One of them ran into the suite, and the other came to the elevator bank, UMP at the ready.
Mander motioned that Susan should go into the suite with the other Ultimado with his left hand as he drew his Desert Eagle with his right. Two of the three women in her head reminded her that they were about to face a group of armed killers, that these people had guns, and the Triads certainly would, too. They agreed that Susan wasn't a badass like Velasquez, Mander, the Ultimados, and however many more the other one was calling from inside the room. They reminded her of her bank robbery plan from this morning; that she was the Cleric, and she should be making certain Rita was safe while the Fighters handled their job. She nodded. He nodded back, and she ran into the suite behind the other Ultimado, getting quickly out of the way from the four more who were coming out into the hall.
"Damn good thing Helen made sure the private elevator was an express." She told another Ultimado covering the door from behind a couch as she got out of the potential line of fire. "Those goons probably had to stop a couple of times and creep people into taking the next one on the way up. Where's Rita?"
One of the Ultimados led Susan to the master bedroom's private bath. Velasquez had informed her and Mander along the way to the hotel that the bedroom could be secured from inside to function as a panic room. Susan entered and the Ultimado sealed them in before going to join her teammates.
"Rita?" Susan asked the locked door. There was no response, so she continued. "Hi, my name's Susan. Helen sent me. Er... sorry, La Contessa sent me. I know very little Italian, but she said you speak English; is that right?"
"Si." Came a voice from the other side of the door. "You are someone who calls her Helen?"
"Yeah. I'm here to get you to safety. One of the Ultimados sealed us in. It's safe to come out here. Or we can keep talking through the door. However you're comfortable. This is a whole lot for me, too; and except for the fact that I might need to pee sometime, you can stay in there if it makes you feel better."
There was a click, and the bathroom door opened.
Susan was taken aback by the unaccustomed look of fear on Helen's face for a moment, before remembering that this woman was, in fact, not Contessa Helena de San Finzione, but Rita Delvecchio; an actress on a comedy program in San Finzione, who portrayed Helen in political sketches, and whose resemblance was strong enough that Helen occasionally hired Rita to act as a double for events that she didn't want to attend.
"First thing's first." Susan said. "We need to get you out of that makeup. Whatever's happening outside right now, they're here for La Contessa, not you."
Rita removed her wig, shoulder-length hair spilling out from under it. Susan reached for a makeup bag on the counter and began handing her makeup-removal items as requested.
"You may want to turn on the television." Rita told her. "There is a channel for the security cameras."
Susan turned it on and picked up her phone. She tried Helen again, and it rang through.
"Helen?" She called into the phone. "I've been calling. I'm with Rita, but The Triads are here!"
"FUCK! I'm sorry, Susan! I was on a secure official call with Ramirez. It would've sent you straight to voicemail without letting me know and I hadn't looked until you called just now! But I am ON this shit!" She heard the sound of Helen running on the other end, and what sounded like Troy and Julie running along with her. "Ok, fuck subtle. Ernst is at Seatac with the chopper and four more Ultimados on standby, he can be there... ten minutes. Velasquez told... lock down... panic room?"
Some kind of interference or crossed signal started causing Helen to cut out on Susan's end.
"Yes, we're locked in now. You're breaking up, Helen."
"After you... locked in... wait... to roof ..."
The call dropped.
Susan and Rita looked at each other, then watched the TV, seeing all the Ultimados and Mander with their guns trained on the elevator doors; Velasquez still taking point, despite no weapon of any kind.
Susan's poorly-remembered Sesame Street Spanish allowed her to determine, along with Marisol's gestures, that she was telling them about the Triad hit team in the other elevator. One of them ran into the suite, and the other came to the elevator bank, UMP at the ready.
Mander motioned that Susan should go into the suite with the other Ultimado with his left hand as he drew his Desert Eagle with his right. Two of the three women in her head reminded her that they were about to face a group of armed killers, that these people had guns, and the Triads certainly would, too. They agreed that Susan wasn't a badass like Velasquez, Mander, the Ultimados, and however many more the other one was calling from inside the room. They reminded her of her bank robbery plan from this morning; that she was the Cleric, and she should be making certain Rita was safe while the Fighters handled their job. She nodded. He nodded back, and she ran into the suite behind the other Ultimado, getting quickly out of the way from the four more who were coming out into the hall.
"Damn good thing Helen made sure the private elevator was an express." She told another Ultimado covering the door from behind a couch as she got out of the potential line of fire. "Those goons probably had to stop a couple of times and creep people into taking the next one on the way up. Where's Rita?"
One of the Ultimados led Susan to the master bedroom's private bath. Velasquez had informed her and Mander along the way to the hotel that the bedroom could be secured from inside to function as a panic room. Susan entered and the Ultimado sealed them in before going to join her teammates.
"Rita?" Susan asked the locked door. There was no response, so she continued. "Hi, my name's Susan. Helen sent me. Er... sorry, La Contessa sent me. I know very little Italian, but she said you speak English; is that right?"
"Si." Came a voice from the other side of the door. "You are someone who calls her Helen?"
"Yeah. I'm here to get you to safety. One of the Ultimados sealed us in. It's safe to come out here. Or we can keep talking through the door. However you're comfortable. This is a whole lot for me, too; and except for the fact that I might need to pee sometime, you can stay in there if it makes you feel better."
There was a click, and the bathroom door opened.
Susan was taken aback by the unaccustomed look of fear on Helen's face for a moment, before remembering that this woman was, in fact, not Contessa Helena de San Finzione, but Rita Delvecchio; an actress on a comedy program in San Finzione, who portrayed Helen in political sketches, and whose resemblance was strong enough that Helen occasionally hired Rita to act as a double for events that she didn't want to attend.
"First thing's first." Susan said. "We need to get you out of that makeup. Whatever's happening outside right now, they're here for La Contessa, not you."
Rita removed her wig, shoulder-length hair spilling out from under it. Susan reached for a makeup bag on the counter and began handing her makeup-removal items as requested.
"You may want to turn on the television." Rita told her. "There is a channel for the security cameras."
Susan turned it on and picked up her phone. She tried Helen again, and it rang through.
"Helen?" She called into the phone. "I've been calling. I'm with Rita, but The Triads are here!"
"FUCK! I'm sorry, Susan! I was on a secure official call with Ramirez. It would've sent you straight to voicemail without letting me know and I hadn't looked until you called just now! But I am ON this shit!" She heard the sound of Helen running on the other end, and what sounded like Troy and Julie running along with her. "Ok, fuck subtle. Ernst is at Seatac with the chopper and four more Ultimados on standby, he can be there... ten minutes. Velasquez told... lock down... panic room?"
Some kind of interference or crossed signal started causing Helen to cut out on Susan's end.
"Yes, we're locked in now. You're breaking up, Helen."
"After you... locked in... wait... to roof ..."
The call dropped.
Susan and Rita looked at each other, then watched the TV, seeing all the Ultimados and Mander with their guns trained on the elevator doors; Velasquez still taking point, despite no weapon of any kind.
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