Re: Dad's in Jail!! Please Help!!
Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 2:45 pm
Met with Pyopas yesterday.
As her hatchet man said earlier, I’d know the place . . . they haven’t even properly cleaned Ted’s name off the door yet.
The aforementioned hatchet man, the guy that looked like a tomato and the giant-sized guy with the problem skin were all there too, off to the side to make sure I wasn’t going to do anything stupid like go across the desk at Pyopas.
Pyopas herself was rather unimpressive. She sat there quietly working away at the papers on her desk. Hair in a tight bun, glasses, conservative blouse buttoned all the way up to her throat . . . kinda looked a bit like a librarian.
“Have a seat Mr. Grant; I’ll be with you in a moment.” The tone was pleasant, almost friendly, but she didn’t even look up.
Might sound like a pleasantry, but in reality, it was a test. She wanted to know if I was beat to the point that I was going to do whatever she told me.
I wasn’t. “No thanks, I’ll stand.”
“As you wish.” The game was on. She was just going to keep working away until I gave in and sat down.
Back on the compound, for discipline they used to make us go outside and stand at attention. Depending on the severity of the infraction, we could be there for several hours, or even a couple of days. The kids were encouraged to throw clods of dirt, sticks and small rocks at us. If we broke standing at attention, it added an hour to our time each time we did it.
But this wasn’t about who was in charge for me, this was about selling an image to Pyopas. If I gave in too soon she’d think I was just trying to play her. If I waited too long she’d know I was trouble.
I decided I’d made my point after about 10 minutes.
She decided that my point was worth another half an hour waiting for her to finish.
So, once she had properly asserted her dominance, we were ready to begin.
She put down her pen and folded her hands in front of her. “Mr. Grant, I’d like to apologize for the recent difficulties, however you have made the right decision in coming here today so we could sort this all out. Once we clear up this misunderstanding I’m sure we’ll be able to make sure your daughter is returned to you and I will make the effort to convince the hospital to remove that restraining order.”
That would be the carrot. “I would appreciate that.”
She smiled joylessly, here comes the stick. “Of course at this point we have only stopped our proceedings pending further information. What we have found at this point is of concern and should we become more so we will be forced to tae these investigations to their ultimate conclusion.’
I nodded, understanding that if I don’t co-operate I would never see Hannah or Wie again and spend the rest of my life in prison. “I suppose we’ll just have to work this all out then.”
The smile was a little more sincre this time. “Excellent Mr. Grant.” She rose and began to step around the desk. “As I said before, we have been watching you for quite some time now and have come to the conclusion that a man of your talents and your reputation would be most useful to us.”
As she cleared the edge of the desk I noticed one of the longest, leanest pair of legs I’d ever seen. They stretched upwards seemingly endlessly until they disappeared under a tight skirt barely thicker than her belt. Looking up her breasts bulged against the confines of her rather sheer blouse and her long hair rested gracefully on her shoulders. Bright green eyes sparkled at me as she sat on her desk right beside me.
“We have reason to believe that certain paranormal elements are going to interfere with the upcoming election. While we are making efforts to put a halt to this interference, we do not have the requisite freedom of action. You, on the other hand . . .” She leaned forward, her face inches from mine. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating. “have that freedom of action.”
“I also give you plausible deniability I am assuming.”
“You are a smart one.” An elegant finger traced its way along my jaw, she stepped back around the desk, her knee length skirt and plain blouse unruffled. “A man like yourself, with a history of violence, mental illness and substance abuse would make a rather uncompelling witness were anyone to attempt to go public with this.” She slid back into her chair.
“So how will I stop this . . . ‘paranormal element’?”
“We will contact you with the relevant details at the relevant time and trust that you will take the appropriate course of action.” She looked me up and down from behind her glasses. “Will you co-operate?”
There was only one answer useful to either of us. “Looks like we have an agreement, but I want my daughter back before I do anything. I will also need my weapons if I’m going to be some sort of troubleshooter for you.”
She picked up her pen, the meeting was over. “I was sure you would make the right decision. I’ll sign the release forms on some of the more unusual items my associates collected from your shop an get the process rolling on having your daughter removed from incarceration. Both should be available to you on Monday.”
As her hatchet man said earlier, I’d know the place . . . they haven’t even properly cleaned Ted’s name off the door yet.
The aforementioned hatchet man, the guy that looked like a tomato and the giant-sized guy with the problem skin were all there too, off to the side to make sure I wasn’t going to do anything stupid like go across the desk at Pyopas.
Pyopas herself was rather unimpressive. She sat there quietly working away at the papers on her desk. Hair in a tight bun, glasses, conservative blouse buttoned all the way up to her throat . . . kinda looked a bit like a librarian.
“Have a seat Mr. Grant; I’ll be with you in a moment.” The tone was pleasant, almost friendly, but she didn’t even look up.
Might sound like a pleasantry, but in reality, it was a test. She wanted to know if I was beat to the point that I was going to do whatever she told me.
I wasn’t. “No thanks, I’ll stand.”
“As you wish.” The game was on. She was just going to keep working away until I gave in and sat down.
Back on the compound, for discipline they used to make us go outside and stand at attention. Depending on the severity of the infraction, we could be there for several hours, or even a couple of days. The kids were encouraged to throw clods of dirt, sticks and small rocks at us. If we broke standing at attention, it added an hour to our time each time we did it.
But this wasn’t about who was in charge for me, this was about selling an image to Pyopas. If I gave in too soon she’d think I was just trying to play her. If I waited too long she’d know I was trouble.
I decided I’d made my point after about 10 minutes.
She decided that my point was worth another half an hour waiting for her to finish.
So, once she had properly asserted her dominance, we were ready to begin.
She put down her pen and folded her hands in front of her. “Mr. Grant, I’d like to apologize for the recent difficulties, however you have made the right decision in coming here today so we could sort this all out. Once we clear up this misunderstanding I’m sure we’ll be able to make sure your daughter is returned to you and I will make the effort to convince the hospital to remove that restraining order.”
That would be the carrot. “I would appreciate that.”
She smiled joylessly, here comes the stick. “Of course at this point we have only stopped our proceedings pending further information. What we have found at this point is of concern and should we become more so we will be forced to tae these investigations to their ultimate conclusion.’
I nodded, understanding that if I don’t co-operate I would never see Hannah or Wie again and spend the rest of my life in prison. “I suppose we’ll just have to work this all out then.”
The smile was a little more sincre this time. “Excellent Mr. Grant.” She rose and began to step around the desk. “As I said before, we have been watching you for quite some time now and have come to the conclusion that a man of your talents and your reputation would be most useful to us.”
As she cleared the edge of the desk I noticed one of the longest, leanest pair of legs I’d ever seen. They stretched upwards seemingly endlessly until they disappeared under a tight skirt barely thicker than her belt. Looking up her breasts bulged against the confines of her rather sheer blouse and her long hair rested gracefully on her shoulders. Bright green eyes sparkled at me as she sat on her desk right beside me.
“We have reason to believe that certain paranormal elements are going to interfere with the upcoming election. While we are making efforts to put a halt to this interference, we do not have the requisite freedom of action. You, on the other hand . . .” She leaned forward, her face inches from mine. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating. “have that freedom of action.”
“I also give you plausible deniability I am assuming.”
“You are a smart one.” An elegant finger traced its way along my jaw, she stepped back around the desk, her knee length skirt and plain blouse unruffled. “A man like yourself, with a history of violence, mental illness and substance abuse would make a rather uncompelling witness were anyone to attempt to go public with this.” She slid back into her chair.
“So how will I stop this . . . ‘paranormal element’?”
“We will contact you with the relevant details at the relevant time and trust that you will take the appropriate course of action.” She looked me up and down from behind her glasses. “Will you co-operate?”
There was only one answer useful to either of us. “Looks like we have an agreement, but I want my daughter back before I do anything. I will also need my weapons if I’m going to be some sort of troubleshooter for you.”
She picked up her pen, the meeting was over. “I was sure you would make the right decision. I’ll sign the release forms on some of the more unusual items my associates collected from your shop an get the process rolling on having your daughter removed from incarceration. Both should be available to you on Monday.”
