Escaping Ireland 1/11
Title: Escaping Ireland 1/?
Author: Hollie_1201
Pairing: Emma Muller & Jennifer Hartmann (Hand aufs Herz) Spoony & I am Leggings (JemmaNation)
Rating: M
Summary: Jenny goes to a rehab clinic in Ireland and Emma hires two people to break her out.
Word Count: 2,897
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Authors Note: Please comment. I am not to sure about this fic so your comments will either mean the continuation of this fic or the end of it.
( Part 2) ( Part 3) ( Part 4) ( Part 5) ( Part 6) ( Part 7) ( Part 8) ( Part 9) ( Part 10) ( Part 11)
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The sun shone bright in the sky as birds soared between fluffy white clouds; singing their song of peace and happiness. Balloons from a child’s birthday party were drifting lazily in the soft wind, rising higher and higher into the sky. The tree leaves rustled against one another; animals ran freely as the sound of laughter and happiness could be heard almost everywhere.
At Cologne private airport Emma was being held back by two beefed up men in black suits. They were gripping her under her arms tightly. She kicked into the air to no avail. She tried to flail her arms and break-lose but their grip on her was to strong. The blonde screamed at them; trying to bite them so she could get to Jenny but nothing worked; no matter how hard she tried.
Emma watched helplessly as the scene in front of her played out. A private jet plane hired by Jenny’s parents was sitting on the run way. Another two large men dressed in pure black where getting something out of the car. It was Jenny’s unconscious body. The tanned man threw Jenny over his shoulder like a rag doll. He carried her with ease as he and his fellow companion got onto the private jet; followed by another scrawny man who loaded some bags into the hold.
Emma was still fighting with the men holding her; she was using all her strength even though the two men didn’t budge. Hot angry tears where running down her face, she was losing this battle to get free and rescue Jenny. Her heart was pounding fast; she started to thrash about. The two men looked at each other and laughed at her foolish attempts.
Emma looked up as she heard the sound of metal slamming. It was the hold of the private jet plane closing. The propellers started to spin as the plane rumbled to life. It was like slow motion to her; she watched the propellers spin as the jet plane moved forward until it picked up speed and ascended into the sky heading for Ireland.
The blonde felt the two men release their grip on her; she fell to the ground in a heap. Emma looked up at them; her tear-filled eyes angrily watching them as they got into the car and sped off, leaving the smell of burning tyre rubber in their wake.
Her attention turned to the sky; she searched for the jet plane as it flew away. It was the size of a small dot on the horizon. Tears were still running, hot and angrily, down her face as she spoke up at the sky. “I will get you back Jenny. I swear I will. No matter what the cost,” she bowed her head down as she sat on her knee’s studying the ground as her tears made a small puddle before her.
The sun was starting to set; the sky pink and orange as the clouds started to dissipate making room for the stars to shine bright in the sky for when the night would roll in. Emma picked herself up from the ground. She took one last look up at the sky before she dragged herself away from the airport and went home in defeat.
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She could feel something vibrating through her; jolting her body. She couldn’t move, no matter how hard she tried. Her mind was foggy as she tried to remember what happened and where she is.
‘The breeze was coming into my bedroom; it felt cool upon my face as I was texting Emma. I was packing as quickly as I could. I knew that I had failed my drug screening. Stefan entered my bedroom. Next thing I know some big men were holding me as they tried to drag me away. I fought with them; the darker man put something over my mouth and nose. I can only now remember waking up here. Open your eyes Jenny! Open them.’
Jenny used all her strength as she opened her eyes; everything was blurry. The brunette blinked a few times before things got clearer. The plane was vibrating, making everything bouncy. She noticed three men buckled into their seats; not paying attention to her. As the plane got closer and closer to the ground she could feel it level out and finally touchdown.
Her eyes snapped shut as she heard the engine turn off. The sound of seatbelts unlocking clicked and echoed through the rear compartment. The men were talking about meeting up with a driver who should be already waiting. Jenny was starting to get nervous as she heard footsteps coming towards her. She tried to act as though she was asleep, she could hear something being poured, water maybe. The brunette shrieked as cold water was thrown in her face. “Wake up Pumpkin,” a low male voice said as he grabbed her under her left arm and yanked her to her feet.
The ground beneath her felt shaky as she was led from the back of the jet plane. It took the brunette a few moments to get her equilibrium back as she took unsteady steps down the ramp provided from the opening. Her eyes adjusted to the brightness from the sunlight as she saw a black van parked roughly fifty meters away. She felt the hand on her arm tighten as she was dragged towards it. She didn’t put up a fight; the drowsiness from whatever they knocked her out with was still having an effect on her.
The inside of the van was all leather, Jenny felt uncomfortable and squashed as each of the men in black sat next to her. The scrawny man was in the front; he had placed something heavy into the boot just before. He leaned towards the man in the driver’s seat and talked in a hushed manner with him. The car turned on, humming softly as the driver executed a perfect turn and headed towards the exit.
As they left the airport Jenny looked out the heavily tinted windows. She saw the white building of the airport. In lowercase bold letters it read ‘welcome to dublin airport.’
“We’re in Ireland?” she asked, her voice shaking as she spoke. “Where are we going?”
“Yes we are in Ireland; you should have an idea where we are going Ms. Hartmann. You failed your last drug screening. The deal you made with your parents was that you could start a new life in Cologne and stay clean with monthly screenings; you would be allowed to stay. If you failed you would be going to a private drug rehabilitation centre in Ireland. We are now on our way there,” the scrawny man in the front said as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and gave it to the driver.
As the van drove along the road Jenny saw lots of similarly structured houses pass by. The brunette tried to pay attention to her surroundings as best she could but she kept going in and out of a haze of sleep. Whatever they had knocked her out with back in Cologne was still having an effect on her, which she did not like.
She felt the car jolt to a stop as it pulled up outside of a large building. It was the drug rehabilitation centre. It was three stories high, with large glass windows framed with white. It looked to be made of sandstone but she wasn’t sure. It had a large staircase leading up to a fully windowed area.
Jenny felt herself being pulled out of the van by the man on her left. She stumbled a bit then found her footing. The scrawny man went to the boot and pulled out something. It was her duffle bag which she had packed in case she needed to run away. They had brought it with them. As she was led up the stone staircase she looked at the area around it. The green lush grass was freshly mowed as big trees cast a shadow on it making it look peaceful.
The warm air from the heating hit her as she entered the centre; it was then she realised how cold it actually was outside. The young lady at reception smiled at her and the men as she stood up and moved towards them.
“Hello, you must be Jenny. I’m one of the nurses here, my name is Orla,” she said in a friendly tone. Please follow me to your room and on the way I will show you a tour of our facility.
As the nurse was giving Jenny the tour of the facility she noted where certain things were like fire exits, air-vents, shafts and the laundry chute. She tried to see what the code was for the automatic doors; her view was blocked by the nurse’s hand though. One of the two men accompanying her had left, only the tanned man and the scrawny man stayed with her; keeping a distance of three steps behind them. As the tour came to an end they stopped in front of a room. Orla opened the door, revealing a bedroom with an attached bathroom.
“This is where you will be staying during your time with us. Please make it feel like home,” Orla said as she led Jenny in to the room and handed her, her duffle bag which she received from the scrawny man. “We will leave you to feel settled in, dear,” she closed the door behind her leaving Jenny alone in the small room as she walked over to the bed and curled up wanting to wake up from this nightmare.
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The carpet under her feet was soft as she paced back and forth across the same area continuously. If she kept on pacing any longer she may wear it away; she couldn’t stop though. Jenny was taken from her; she was heartbroken. The blonde was racking her brain trying to think of something; anything to get Jenny back. She looked around her room paying close attention to the picture frames adorning her dressing table. They were of Jenny. She walked over to her bookcase, running her finger along the spine of the books hoping something would jump out at her.
Her finger stopped moving and settled on an old heavy book lying down on the bottom shelf. The blonde picked it up removing the fine layer of dust it had collected with her hand. It read ‘Criminal Masterminds’. Emma flicked through the pages, stopping at some entries as she skimmed through the text. She slammed the book shut, her eyes shone bright as she ran over to her computer; turning it on while sitting down on her seat.
She double clicked the internet browser icon on her desktop, tapping her fingers waiting for it to load. The blonde went straight to Google and typed ‘Criminals on the run in Ireland’ into the search option. As the page loaded she was a little disappointed with the results that came up. Emma didn’t care though. She was going to look at each link and Google each name until something came up that was of beneficial use to her. Emma opened another tab and pulled up Google; inserting the first name she found and nothing. The moon was now high in the night sky as the stars dimly shone behind a thin layer of cloud. The blonde had been on Google trying to find something for the last seven hours; only stopping when her bladder felt as though it would explode.
The pages were starting to turn into a variety of different languages; she struggled through them all. She clicked on a link it with just numbers on it. It took her to an article from seven years ago. It was about two girls, sixteen and seventeen years old. They were wanted by the police for questioning over a jewel that was stolen from the museum. It was a long shot; Emma knew but she tried to Google them, just so she knew she had covered all corners of the worldwide web.
As she hit enter on Google, a lot of pages full of useless information came up on them. It appeared as though they were thought to have connections and ties to all break-ins throughout Ireland as well as helping prisoners escape from jail. A broad smile played on Emma’s face. These two girls seemed good; really good. She continued to look for any information about them, two hours later she came across a page which made her laugh hysterically; it looked like a joke but she clicked it anyway. It was titled ‘I am Spooning’ it made her thing of a bed testing company; when she opened the link it was only a white page full of text with numbers placed before some words. The numbers looked weird to Emma, she wrote them down on a piece of paper hoping they would decrypt something else on the page.
Emma was left empty handed; she couldn’t find anything to help Jenny. The blonde did not like defeat at all. She looked at the paper one more time with the numbers scribbled on it. She walked over to it, picking it up as the gears in her head turned as she looked at it again; it may be a telephone number she thought. She went on Google once more and found the region code for Ireland. She felt all giddy as she typed the number into the phone; ready to call it not caring that it was early morning and it may not work at all.
The phone was ringing; she pressed it against her ear as she rocked back and forth on the heels of her feet. The phone rang five times before she started to worry as no one had answered; static came through the end followed by the sound of a sweet voice with an Irish accent.
“Hello,” said the voice; full of sleep.
“Um, hello... Is this ‘I am Spooning’?” Emma asked unsurely into the receiver.
“Yes, yes it is. We will do anything for a cost, let me just write down what you’re after and my girl or I will get back to you within the next twenty four hours,” The voice said clear of sleep this time.
As Emma told the person on the other end of the phone about Jenny and what she needed done; the voice kept on saying ‘yep’ as she wrote everything down including Emma’s contact details. The call ended and Emma felt somewhat relieved but anxious for the call back which should come soon she hoped.
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In a small rundown apartment, with boarded windows just outside of Dublin, two females known professionally as ‘Spoony’ and ‘I am Leggings’ were looking into a new case. Spoony was on the laptop lazily typing something into a database as Leggings was in the kitchen making a pot of coffee.
Spoony yawned and rubbed her face trying to get rid of the sleep she was woken from in the early hours of this morning. Leggings walked over to her, placing a hot cup of coffee on the table in front of her. She rubbed her shoulders and kissed her on the head, hoping to make her feel better as Spoony picked up the cup and sipped the goodness inside it.
“Thanks Aisling,” Spoony said her coffee half gone.
“Anytime, love,” Leggings responded taking the laptop off her and doing some research for the case as Spoony drank her second cup of coffee followed by another five. As Leggings picked up a pen and jotted some notes down with her right hand she looked up at Spoony who was back in the kitchen making even more coffee.
“Sinead, think you have had enough coffee yet?” Leggings asked as she smiled at her, the dimple on her right cheek showing.
“Not yet, love,” she said as she poured another cup of coffee.
“Well, I found out where this Jenny is. She’s in Rutland. She signed some form of contract with her parents; if she fails a drug screening, she would have to go there,” Leggings said subduing a yawn.
“This Emma who rang me said she was given drugs by a dealer named Ronnie, so she wants us to get her back to her in Cologne. I think we can get Jenny out since we now know where she is, we will have to do some surveillance first though. Now to place a price on this mission,” Her blue eyes found Leggings brown as they smiled at each other.
“Let me just look up this Emma girl and see what she can do for us,” Leggings pulled up information about Emma, her eyes shining with pure happiness as she grabbed a red marker of the table and went for some documents she had in a drawer.
Leggings pulled open the draw as Spoony joined her. She rummaged through old files until she came to one which was in a plastic sleeve. She undid it and pulled out a picture of a female brunette. Leggings took the cap off the marker as she drew a bullseye on the pictures forehead and together she and Spoony manically laughed at Bea’s face. They had just found their ‘price’ for this mission.
tbc...
Author: Hollie_1201
Pairing: Emma Muller & Jennifer Hartmann (Hand aufs Herz) Spoony & I am Leggings (JemmaNation)
Rating: M
Summary: Jenny goes to a rehab clinic in Ireland and Emma hires two people to break her out.
Word Count: 2,897
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Authors Note: Please comment. I am not to sure about this fic so your comments will either mean the continuation of this fic or the end of it.
( Part 2) ( Part 3) ( Part 4) ( Part 5) ( Part 6) ( Part 7) ( Part 8) ( Part 9) ( Part 10) ( Part 11)
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The sun shone bright in the sky as birds soared between fluffy white clouds; singing their song of peace and happiness. Balloons from a child’s birthday party were drifting lazily in the soft wind, rising higher and higher into the sky. The tree leaves rustled against one another; animals ran freely as the sound of laughter and happiness could be heard almost everywhere.
At Cologne private airport Emma was being held back by two beefed up men in black suits. They were gripping her under her arms tightly. She kicked into the air to no avail. She tried to flail her arms and break-lose but their grip on her was to strong. The blonde screamed at them; trying to bite them so she could get to Jenny but nothing worked; no matter how hard she tried.
Emma watched helplessly as the scene in front of her played out. A private jet plane hired by Jenny’s parents was sitting on the run way. Another two large men dressed in pure black where getting something out of the car. It was Jenny’s unconscious body. The tanned man threw Jenny over his shoulder like a rag doll. He carried her with ease as he and his fellow companion got onto the private jet; followed by another scrawny man who loaded some bags into the hold.
Emma was still fighting with the men holding her; she was using all her strength even though the two men didn’t budge. Hot angry tears where running down her face, she was losing this battle to get free and rescue Jenny. Her heart was pounding fast; she started to thrash about. The two men looked at each other and laughed at her foolish attempts.
Emma looked up as she heard the sound of metal slamming. It was the hold of the private jet plane closing. The propellers started to spin as the plane rumbled to life. It was like slow motion to her; she watched the propellers spin as the jet plane moved forward until it picked up speed and ascended into the sky heading for Ireland.
The blonde felt the two men release their grip on her; she fell to the ground in a heap. Emma looked up at them; her tear-filled eyes angrily watching them as they got into the car and sped off, leaving the smell of burning tyre rubber in their wake.
Her attention turned to the sky; she searched for the jet plane as it flew away. It was the size of a small dot on the horizon. Tears were still running, hot and angrily, down her face as she spoke up at the sky. “I will get you back Jenny. I swear I will. No matter what the cost,” she bowed her head down as she sat on her knee’s studying the ground as her tears made a small puddle before her.
The sun was starting to set; the sky pink and orange as the clouds started to dissipate making room for the stars to shine bright in the sky for when the night would roll in. Emma picked herself up from the ground. She took one last look up at the sky before she dragged herself away from the airport and went home in defeat.
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She could feel something vibrating through her; jolting her body. She couldn’t move, no matter how hard she tried. Her mind was foggy as she tried to remember what happened and where she is.
‘The breeze was coming into my bedroom; it felt cool upon my face as I was texting Emma. I was packing as quickly as I could. I knew that I had failed my drug screening. Stefan entered my bedroom. Next thing I know some big men were holding me as they tried to drag me away. I fought with them; the darker man put something over my mouth and nose. I can only now remember waking up here. Open your eyes Jenny! Open them.’
Jenny used all her strength as she opened her eyes; everything was blurry. The brunette blinked a few times before things got clearer. The plane was vibrating, making everything bouncy. She noticed three men buckled into their seats; not paying attention to her. As the plane got closer and closer to the ground she could feel it level out and finally touchdown.
Her eyes snapped shut as she heard the engine turn off. The sound of seatbelts unlocking clicked and echoed through the rear compartment. The men were talking about meeting up with a driver who should be already waiting. Jenny was starting to get nervous as she heard footsteps coming towards her. She tried to act as though she was asleep, she could hear something being poured, water maybe. The brunette shrieked as cold water was thrown in her face. “Wake up Pumpkin,” a low male voice said as he grabbed her under her left arm and yanked her to her feet.
The ground beneath her felt shaky as she was led from the back of the jet plane. It took the brunette a few moments to get her equilibrium back as she took unsteady steps down the ramp provided from the opening. Her eyes adjusted to the brightness from the sunlight as she saw a black van parked roughly fifty meters away. She felt the hand on her arm tighten as she was dragged towards it. She didn’t put up a fight; the drowsiness from whatever they knocked her out with was still having an effect on her.
The inside of the van was all leather, Jenny felt uncomfortable and squashed as each of the men in black sat next to her. The scrawny man was in the front; he had placed something heavy into the boot just before. He leaned towards the man in the driver’s seat and talked in a hushed manner with him. The car turned on, humming softly as the driver executed a perfect turn and headed towards the exit.
As they left the airport Jenny looked out the heavily tinted windows. She saw the white building of the airport. In lowercase bold letters it read ‘welcome to dublin airport.’
“We’re in Ireland?” she asked, her voice shaking as she spoke. “Where are we going?”
“Yes we are in Ireland; you should have an idea where we are going Ms. Hartmann. You failed your last drug screening. The deal you made with your parents was that you could start a new life in Cologne and stay clean with monthly screenings; you would be allowed to stay. If you failed you would be going to a private drug rehabilitation centre in Ireland. We are now on our way there,” the scrawny man in the front said as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and gave it to the driver.
As the van drove along the road Jenny saw lots of similarly structured houses pass by. The brunette tried to pay attention to her surroundings as best she could but she kept going in and out of a haze of sleep. Whatever they had knocked her out with back in Cologne was still having an effect on her, which she did not like.
She felt the car jolt to a stop as it pulled up outside of a large building. It was the drug rehabilitation centre. It was three stories high, with large glass windows framed with white. It looked to be made of sandstone but she wasn’t sure. It had a large staircase leading up to a fully windowed area.
Jenny felt herself being pulled out of the van by the man on her left. She stumbled a bit then found her footing. The scrawny man went to the boot and pulled out something. It was her duffle bag which she had packed in case she needed to run away. They had brought it with them. As she was led up the stone staircase she looked at the area around it. The green lush grass was freshly mowed as big trees cast a shadow on it making it look peaceful.
The warm air from the heating hit her as she entered the centre; it was then she realised how cold it actually was outside. The young lady at reception smiled at her and the men as she stood up and moved towards them.
“Hello, you must be Jenny. I’m one of the nurses here, my name is Orla,” she said in a friendly tone. Please follow me to your room and on the way I will show you a tour of our facility.
As the nurse was giving Jenny the tour of the facility she noted where certain things were like fire exits, air-vents, shafts and the laundry chute. She tried to see what the code was for the automatic doors; her view was blocked by the nurse’s hand though. One of the two men accompanying her had left, only the tanned man and the scrawny man stayed with her; keeping a distance of three steps behind them. As the tour came to an end they stopped in front of a room. Orla opened the door, revealing a bedroom with an attached bathroom.
“This is where you will be staying during your time with us. Please make it feel like home,” Orla said as she led Jenny in to the room and handed her, her duffle bag which she received from the scrawny man. “We will leave you to feel settled in, dear,” she closed the door behind her leaving Jenny alone in the small room as she walked over to the bed and curled up wanting to wake up from this nightmare.
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The carpet under her feet was soft as she paced back and forth across the same area continuously. If she kept on pacing any longer she may wear it away; she couldn’t stop though. Jenny was taken from her; she was heartbroken. The blonde was racking her brain trying to think of something; anything to get Jenny back. She looked around her room paying close attention to the picture frames adorning her dressing table. They were of Jenny. She walked over to her bookcase, running her finger along the spine of the books hoping something would jump out at her.
Her finger stopped moving and settled on an old heavy book lying down on the bottom shelf. The blonde picked it up removing the fine layer of dust it had collected with her hand. It read ‘Criminal Masterminds’. Emma flicked through the pages, stopping at some entries as she skimmed through the text. She slammed the book shut, her eyes shone bright as she ran over to her computer; turning it on while sitting down on her seat.
She double clicked the internet browser icon on her desktop, tapping her fingers waiting for it to load. The blonde went straight to Google and typed ‘Criminals on the run in Ireland’ into the search option. As the page loaded she was a little disappointed with the results that came up. Emma didn’t care though. She was going to look at each link and Google each name until something came up that was of beneficial use to her. Emma opened another tab and pulled up Google; inserting the first name she found and nothing. The moon was now high in the night sky as the stars dimly shone behind a thin layer of cloud. The blonde had been on Google trying to find something for the last seven hours; only stopping when her bladder felt as though it would explode.
The pages were starting to turn into a variety of different languages; she struggled through them all. She clicked on a link it with just numbers on it. It took her to an article from seven years ago. It was about two girls, sixteen and seventeen years old. They were wanted by the police for questioning over a jewel that was stolen from the museum. It was a long shot; Emma knew but she tried to Google them, just so she knew she had covered all corners of the worldwide web.
As she hit enter on Google, a lot of pages full of useless information came up on them. It appeared as though they were thought to have connections and ties to all break-ins throughout Ireland as well as helping prisoners escape from jail. A broad smile played on Emma’s face. These two girls seemed good; really good. She continued to look for any information about them, two hours later she came across a page which made her laugh hysterically; it looked like a joke but she clicked it anyway. It was titled ‘I am Spooning’ it made her thing of a bed testing company; when she opened the link it was only a white page full of text with numbers placed before some words. The numbers looked weird to Emma, she wrote them down on a piece of paper hoping they would decrypt something else on the page.
Emma was left empty handed; she couldn’t find anything to help Jenny. The blonde did not like defeat at all. She looked at the paper one more time with the numbers scribbled on it. She walked over to it, picking it up as the gears in her head turned as she looked at it again; it may be a telephone number she thought. She went on Google once more and found the region code for Ireland. She felt all giddy as she typed the number into the phone; ready to call it not caring that it was early morning and it may not work at all.
The phone was ringing; she pressed it against her ear as she rocked back and forth on the heels of her feet. The phone rang five times before she started to worry as no one had answered; static came through the end followed by the sound of a sweet voice with an Irish accent.
“Hello,” said the voice; full of sleep.
“Um, hello... Is this ‘I am Spooning’?” Emma asked unsurely into the receiver.
“Yes, yes it is. We will do anything for a cost, let me just write down what you’re after and my girl or I will get back to you within the next twenty four hours,” The voice said clear of sleep this time.
As Emma told the person on the other end of the phone about Jenny and what she needed done; the voice kept on saying ‘yep’ as she wrote everything down including Emma’s contact details. The call ended and Emma felt somewhat relieved but anxious for the call back which should come soon she hoped.
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In a small rundown apartment, with boarded windows just outside of Dublin, two females known professionally as ‘Spoony’ and ‘I am Leggings’ were looking into a new case. Spoony was on the laptop lazily typing something into a database as Leggings was in the kitchen making a pot of coffee.
Spoony yawned and rubbed her face trying to get rid of the sleep she was woken from in the early hours of this morning. Leggings walked over to her, placing a hot cup of coffee on the table in front of her. She rubbed her shoulders and kissed her on the head, hoping to make her feel better as Spoony picked up the cup and sipped the goodness inside it.
“Thanks Aisling,” Spoony said her coffee half gone.
“Anytime, love,” Leggings responded taking the laptop off her and doing some research for the case as Spoony drank her second cup of coffee followed by another five. As Leggings picked up a pen and jotted some notes down with her right hand she looked up at Spoony who was back in the kitchen making even more coffee.
“Sinead, think you have had enough coffee yet?” Leggings asked as she smiled at her, the dimple on her right cheek showing.
“Not yet, love,” she said as she poured another cup of coffee.
“Well, I found out where this Jenny is. She’s in Rutland. She signed some form of contract with her parents; if she fails a drug screening, she would have to go there,” Leggings said subduing a yawn.
“This Emma who rang me said she was given drugs by a dealer named Ronnie, so she wants us to get her back to her in Cologne. I think we can get Jenny out since we now know where she is, we will have to do some surveillance first though. Now to place a price on this mission,” Her blue eyes found Leggings brown as they smiled at each other.
“Let me just look up this Emma girl and see what she can do for us,” Leggings pulled up information about Emma, her eyes shining with pure happiness as she grabbed a red marker of the table and went for some documents she had in a drawer.
Leggings pulled open the draw as Spoony joined her. She rummaged through old files until she came to one which was in a plastic sleeve. She undid it and pulled out a picture of a female brunette. Leggings took the cap off the marker as she drew a bullseye on the pictures forehead and together she and Spoony manically laughed at Bea’s face. They had just found their ‘price’ for this mission.
tbc...