Crooked Rose and the CIA---episode 6

The thug got to her waist when suddenly—
“Let her by” Tortusky said. Karen gave the thug a smug look and walked by, swishing her hair into his face. “Tank you”
“No problem, what’s brings you to these parts?”
“I was sent by my contractor to find and buy a certain painting”
“Well, I have a lot of paintings, which do you need?”
“One by a painter named Deraldo”
“I bought one recently as a matter of fact. Say, what’s a pretty girl like yourself working for people like us?”
“Well, a girl’s gotta make a living somehow. Anyvay, I will buy the painting for three million dollars”
“Sorry, I forgot to mention it wasn’t on sale” Tortusky sneered. “But I can sell you other paintings” he offered. “No thank you, I really need the Deraldo painting”
“As I said, it is not on sale” Tortusky said. His two Greek girls stood up and left. Karen looked over her shoulder and walked up to the young man. “Are you sure there is no way I can get that painting?” she started to rub his hair. “I’m really—“ Before he could finish his sentence, Karen had put her head forward and kissed him. “Getting a little physical, are we?” Falcon asked. Karen pulled her head away. Tortusky had a stunned look on his face…

---Back at headquarters---

Sorr it isn't long, but i decided to do something special for this two week asbcence of mine...

“I can’t believe that after I kissed him he didn’t sell me the painting!” Karen screamed in utter frustration. She and Vincent were walking down the hall to get to the conference room. They walked inside to see the Deraldo painting on the table. “We have a problem” Kerrigan said. Karen and Vincent seated themselves. “What’s wrong?”
“The painting mysteriously and unmarked came in this morning. We don’t know who sent it” Kerrigan said. “We sent it through tests and there wasn’t anything wrong with it nor any tracking devices” Kerrigan continued. Vincent was observing the painting. “There is another thing...Corren escaped”
“What?!” everyone were bewildered. “We have no idea who did it, but they were experts. They only thing we found in his cell was a blue handkerchief with the symbol of a black wolf on it” Kerrigan threw the handkerchief on the table. Karen started to scrutinize the piece of clothing. “Oh, and there is one more thing?”
“Does it end?” Vincent asked. “We have a new agent joining us” Kerrigan said…

Crooked Rose and the CIA---episode 5

This mission got out of hand fast. Karen did the one thing she was good at: drop kicks. She dropped down and kicked him in the torso. Everything went so fast that he had no time to react. She stood up and elbowed him in the back as he was clutching the pain she caused in his chest. He dropped his gun; she picked it up and pointed it at him. “Tell me who bought the painting, now!” she screamed. There was not a soul in sight. He remained silent. She coked the gun and he flinched. “Tell me” she said. Silence. She unloaded two bullets between his legs. “Next time I aim higher” she threatened. “Greece. Tortusky Reran” he muttered. She smiled. “You always seemed to do whatever I asked” with that she hit him over the head with the gun. “I need extraction, now” Karen said, walking away from Ivan.

--Back at headquarters--

“Tortusky Reran. A twenty-two year old obsessed with rare artifacts. He has a “clean” record. He is part of the mafia, so any crime he has committed is not proven. A cover-up artist who actually buys his artifacts instead of selling them. This guy is rich, meaning he has security and lots of weapons” Kerrigan said a picture of a man appeared on the screen. “Mission. Contact Tortusky and find out where the painting is being held” he said and walked out. Karen stood up and followed Vincent out of the room. They both went into the computer room where Tristan was typing away on something. “How does such a young guy get to be rich? I mean I have thought up some stuff to patent, but this is ridiculous” Tristan said. “Where does he live?”
“He has a vineyard and manor right outside of Athens. But he owns a nightclub in the city where he goes every night” Tristan replied. “That’s where we start”

--Athens—

The nightclub was jam packed full of people, music and drinks. Two things were loaded in the club, people and guns. Karen stepped inside with a silver mini skirt and frizzy pink hair. “My contact said he likes to sit upstairs with two Greek girls. I only dream of that kind of…hey, don’t hit me Vincent” Karen heard in her earphone. She walked upstairs and found him lounging and laughing with two girls on either side of him. “Stop” a guard stopped her and told her to turn around. They started to check her. Maybe it was a bad idea that she had a pistol strapped to her thigh…

Cool Person of March!!!

Alright, everyone, excuse my abscence from not posting the cool person of march yet, but here it is...
Janelle Baker! here we go...the pic os a pic she did, i really like charcoal pics so i decided to use this one:)

Just too cool!
Awesome artist
Not not cool...*thinking*
Excited alot!
Looooves chocolate!
Looooooves hot chocolate!
Enjoys movies about men in masks....*sneer*

There ya go, all who haven't been it yet will be it i'm sure, just wait for your time:)

Crooked Rose and the CIA--episode 4

“What do you mean?” Vincent asked him nervously. “If I wanted you to know I would have continued the sentence and not stopped at ‘anymore’” Erin said cockily. Vincent had the urge to jump up and punch him, but he knew that wouldn’t help the situation. “Lucky for you, we have an agent that would be more than willing to find that kind of information out. But if you ever decide to let me know, give me a ring” Vincent said and stomped out of the cell. Erin chuckled and lay down on his cold, uncomfortable prison bed.

--Brussels—

A tall woman sauntered into a bar. She threw her coat over her shoulder and put on lipstick. A man off in the corner had his arm around a lady. A serious face spread across his face and he stood up. “Karen?” he asked. “Ivan?!” she screamed gaily and ran over to him. She hugged him and he laughed at the strange meeting. “What are you doing in Brussels?”
“I have a business trip”
“Who do you work for?”
“An automobile company” she lied. He bought it. “Sit,” he said, “We have a lot of catching up to do.” Karen sat down. “Not too much chit chat, we have business” Falcon said into her earpiece. “Can we go somewhere more private?” she asked. Karen started to stroke his hair and he smiled. “To my manor?”
The ride to the manor had nice scenery; it was even nicer when you saw it all through the windows of a Bentley. “So, what is the business trip about?”
“We are trying to sell an American made car here in Belgium” she replied. Suddenly, they took a detour off the main road. “This isn’t the way to the manor”
“I found this way last year. It’s quicker.” Karen started to become nervous. The car came to a halt in the middle of a field and Ivan stepped out. He pulled out a gun and put it to her head. “I know you didn’t come here to make amends with me” he yelled. Karen stepped out of the car. “Ivan, what are you talking about?”
“Don’t think I didn’t see that gun on your thigh. What do you want from me, tell me or I will add another hole in your head”…

Crooked Rose and the CIA-- episode 3

Everyone glared at Karen curiously as she told her story. I lived in Russia for two years and during that time I met a man named Ivan Devorski. He was so romantic” she started to daydream. “Back to the story, Karen” Vincent clapped in front of her face. “Well, I went to his mansion one day and he was showing me his rare paintings and he mentioned one by Deraldo. I didn’t think of it then, but now I see that it is vital to us. I found out he was part of a drug run. I didn’t want to be anything apart of it, so I left the country as fast as possible” Karen finished. Kerrigan, the old man, circled the large table. “Alright, mission is to steal that painting. We don’t want it to end up in the wrong hands” he said and walked out of the room. Vincent followed Tristan to his computer room. “Alright, his mansion is right outside of Moscow and apparently it shouldn’t be too hard to find” he said typing away at a computer. The picture of a man came up when he was looking through some files. “Who is that?”
“Who, Erin Corren? We caught him years ago. He was dealing drugs with the cartel, a mole in our organization, friends of Devorski, killed three of our agents and was in possession of a nuke five years ago. It’s a good thing we caught him before anything major happened” Tristan smirked. Vincent left the room.

--Maximum Security Prison--

Vincent walked down the cold, damp hallways of the prison and stopped in front of a cell. Inside was a tall, blonde-haired man with hazel eyes and a bright orange suit on. “Malevo, wake up, you have a visitor” the guard hit the cell door. Vincent stepped inside and sat down in a chair across from Corren. Vincent opened a folder. “Erin Corren. Born in Belgium, lived in Munich for thirteen years, lived in Manchester for five and friends of Devorski”
“Is my good friend in trouble?” He had the strangest English accent. Like it was a clash of a Russian with English accent. “We’ll, he has something we need and supposedly you know of the security in his mansion”
“Maybe I do and maybe I don’t. Why help the people have had me in prison for five years”
“He has the tightest security we have seen in years and we don’t know what else he has in his sleeve” Vincent said. Erin just sighed. “You are after the Deraldo painting, aren’t you?” Vincent was astonished that even though he was in a maximum security prison, he knew what they were after. “Perhaps”
“He doesn’t have it anymore”….