The Break - Chapter 39

Chapter 39 After turning off the water, Anita stepped out of the shower and reached for her towel. As she stretched, she caught a glimpse of her naked body in the mirror. To her surprise, she saw her reflection smiling at her. At first, she felt a little strange that the sight of her own naked body could make her smile. But why shouldn’t she? For the six weeks she had been staying with Ron, they had been working out several hours a day. The results were startling. She had lost fifteen pounds, much of what she gained during her depression. But it wasn’t the weight loss that made the most difference in her appearance. It was the weight training. Previously, her workout regimen had consisted of aerobics and Pilates. Fine workouts, but they hadn’t built her muscle mass the way weight training had. Additionally, Ron knew what he was doing. Being a fitness buff that could afford it, he had a world class gym with all the necessary equipment. But the most important factor was that he taught her about nutrition. It was very easy for them to maintain the diet, since Ron employed a full-time chef that planned each meal and snack so that they included the exact proportions of calories and nutrients. The workout and diet regimen was beneficial to everyone. Even Elena had joined them. She had lost over twenty-five pounds. Since she had never participated in a fitness program, her results were the most noticeable. Like her sister, she was very happy with the way she looked in the mirror. An added benefit was that she felt ten years younger. In between, Big Ron and Anita had been making love in the most vigorous manner. So much so, it was as if love making had become a pleasurable addition to their regular workouts. Although Big Ron understood the how working out enhance his sexual pleasure, it was the first time Anita had linked the two. As she stood there admiring her self in the mirror, she felt a familiar twinge. Slowly, she ran her right hand across her smallish, but very pert breasts. She allowed her hand to slide over her now flat stomach to her lower region. Anita could not remember a time in the past when the sight of her reflect had made her feel like this. “Need a hand.” Big Ron said seductively. Anita jumped at the sound of his voice. But almost instantly she recovered. “I was hoping you find me.” Anita said unashamed. She did not turn towards him. Instead, she leaned forward and put both hands on the bathroom counter. Picking up on the cue, Big Ron slid in behind her. Anita gasped softly as her entered her. Watching themselves in the mirror, they enjoyed one of the most memorable experiences they had had together. The sight of Big Ron making love to her sent her quickly over the edge. After taking a quick shower, they went down stairs to join Elena for breakfast. As they approached the bottom step, they both sensed something was wrong. Although they did not know the source, there was definitely tension in the air. As they approached the entrance to the breakfast room, they could see Elena sitting rigidly in her chair. Her face betrayed the terror she was feeling. “Elena, what’s …” Anita started. “Shut the fuck up and sit down.” A disembodied voice commanded. Turning to the right, Anita and Big Ron saw him. Anita had no idea who the stranger with the gun was, but Ron recognized him immediately. “It’s you, Geggar. You bastard.” Ron said defiantly. “I prefer to stand.” Instantly, Anita and Elena recognized the name and knew what it meant. Anita told herself to be ready for anything. She knew Big Ron well enough to know that he wouldn’t go down without a fight. “Sit down now or I’ll kill you right now.” Ian hissed. Quickly, Big Ron surveyed the situation. Although he knew Ian was a professional killer, he judged that the sixty plus years had started to catch up on him. Additionally, he was between Ian and Anita which meant that any shot would have to go through him. Also, he recognized that in Ian’s desire to conceal himself until the last possible moment, he had to be very close to the door. Big Ron saw that he had a decent position to make a move. He correctly presumed that if Ian didn’t shoot him right now, he would in a matter of minutes. He was not going to get a better chance than this. Counting on the fact that Ian misjudged him, Big Ron sprung into action. “Go ahead and shoot.” Big Ron said as he propelled himself at Ian. The unexpected response took Ian of guard. If he had anticipated Big Ron’s reaction, Ian would have already killed him. But the instant of hesitate that Big Ron staked his life on was just enough. His right hand landed squarely on Ian’s nose. The force of the blow knocked him backwards. As he flung his arms wildly to maintain his balance, the nine-millimeter flew from his right hand. Big Ron continued his savage assault. Fist after fist found their mark. Despite the power of the blows from the much larger man, Ian was beginning to regain his composure. He began to lay blows of his own. Big Ron felt the impact, but the years of playing football at a very high level allowed him to absorb the blows. But he was not a young man any more either and slowly the tide began to turn. Just as Ian felt he was gaining the upper hand, he was taken by surprise once again. “Stop it right now or I’ll shoot.” A shrill voice commanded. The gun had landed close to Elena. Without thinking she scrambled under the table and retrieved the weapon. Her beloved Jorge, had taught her how to use a gun since they lived in a bad neighborhood and though she had never pointed a gun at a living, breathing human, she knew what to do. Taken aback, Ian quickly rolled away from Big Ron. He made sure he got far enough away that Big Ron could not gain control of him. “Put the gun down.” Ian hissed viciously at Elena. Elena kept the weapon trained on the would-be assailant. Ian looked in her eyes and saw the fear. He was fairly sure that she couldn’t pull the trigger. But he also knew that there was nothing more dangerous than a frightened amateur. If she did shoot, she would probably miss. But at this range, Ian decided that discretion was the better part of valor. In a split second, he scrambled to his feet and ran out of the breakfast room. In just a few seconds, they heard the front door close. “Call 911.” Big Ron said as he collapsed back on the floor to recover from the thirty second struggle for his life. Seeing Elena frozen in place, Anita dashed for the phone. She reached it in a split second and called in the home invasion. When the dispatcher asked her if she knew the assailant, she responded in the affirmative. “I don’t really know him, but his name is Ian Gegger.” She explained. Half-expecting to see Elena still standing in a firing position, she turned her attention back to Big Ron. Much to her surprise, she saw that Elena had already begun tending his wounds. “That was … ” Anita started, her voice betraying her uneasiness. “Yes, that was scary.” Big Ron explained. “Mr. Ian Gegger, the man behind the explosion, is a very dangerous man. I can see why Schneider always referred to him as ‘The Evil’. That guy scared the shit out of me.” Turning to Elena, he flashed a very appreciative smile. “If you wouldn’t have acted right when you did, I think he would have killed me.” Big Ron said. “You seemed to be handling yourself pretty well.” Elena responded graciously. “At first, yeah.” Big Ron explained truthfully. “But he’s a trained killer and I am just big. I am certain that he was about to show me just how good he is.” Anita’s brain began churning like an investigative reporter. “Who do you think trained him?” She asked. The question took Big Ron a bit by surprise. Looking at Anita, he swore he could see her thinking. Although he found it a little disturbing that she could recover that quickly, it made him happy to see her instincts were right on target. “Don’t know.” He answered honestly. “Military, maybe. Can you help me up?” Immediately, Anita and Elena took an arm and helped Big Ron to his feet. Quickly he went through a physical inventory to see if he had any serious injuries. While his face was throbbing from several well placed blows and a few trickle of blood were running down his face, he seemed to be intact. “Thought he did some serious damage.” He said as he tried to shake the pain from his arms and legs. “But I seem to be okay.” Slowly, he lowered himself into one of the chairs that surrounded the breakfast table. Gently, he began to rub the bruises on his face. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was eight-thirty. “Where the hell are the cops?” He asked finally. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As soon as they heard the name they were on the move. They knew they didn’t need to alert anyone, the rest of the team was on the move as well. Since all members of the team were less than two miles away, they didn’t even bother to set up a rendezvous point. The two gentlemen would lead four units into the house. The other four units would deploy to the perimeter and work their way to the house on foot scanning for any signs that he may have left. Not that they were very optimistic about finding anything. He was simply too good. The black, armored Yukon flew through the open gates of the Harrison residence at seventy miles an hour. Within ten seconds they were joined by three more Yukons. The last team came to a screeching halt at the gate, positioning their vehicle perpendicular to the driveway to deny access to any others. Simultaneously, the two men exited the SUV and took up positions on the side of the vehicle closest to the house. They took extra care to keep their M4 assault rifles hidden from view. They were well armed, but had no desire to advertise it. By the time they were in position, they other six men were on the front porch of the suburban estate. The first agent knock crisply on the door as the other five ready themselves for any potential threat. Big Ron swung the door open. Before he even had a chance to speak, five of the six men rushed past him. Three climbed the stairs in seconds, the other two separated and began searching the rooms on the main floor. Shocked, Big Ron stood frozen in place as he heard doors being flung open and distant shouts of “Clear”. The three men from upstairs came down the steps, taking two steps at a time. They shot past the stunned Anita and Elena and continued their search on the lower level. Big Ron was impressed by how quickly and efficient they moved. Then it dawned on him that they seemed to know every room in his house. “What’s going on?” He managed after a full minute had passed. “Special Agent Carter.” The vigilant man answered crisply. “FBI?” Big Ron asked. “Not exactly.” Carter replied. “Well, you’re definitely not Jefferson County.” Big Ron managed. The comment actually brought a smile to the agents stoic face. But the pleasant expression was short-lived. “No, sir.” Carter responded. “We are definitely not with the county.” Puzzled, Big Ron contemplated the feverous activity in his home. Before he could say anything, all five men appeared in front of Carter. “All clear, sir.” One man barked. “Thanks, Harris.” Carter responded. Looking at the other four men, Carter gave a crisp command. “Hit it.” Without hesitation, the four men exited as quickly as they had arrived. Two went left, the other two went right. Big Ron was amazed how quickly the men faded into the forest. Even in harsh light of day, Big Ron could not see any of the men. It was as if they just disappeared. “My men will scout the woods to see if they can pick up any signs of Mr. Gegger.” Carter informed Big Ron. Big Ron felt as if he had been hit in the stomach. His head was spinning as he tried to figure out who these men were, what they were doing here and how they knew about Gegger. Then it all made sense. “You guys have been staking the place out, haven’t you?” Big Ron accused more than asked. “Pretty obvious, huh?” Carter responded. “How about if we go sit down and have a little chat about Mr. Gegger?” Big Ron recognized that it was more of an order than a request. Turning, he walked back to the breakfast room. Without looking back he knew that Carter and Harris were right behind him. There was no need to ask Elena and Anita to join them. They were already walking towards the scene of the crime. Once they reached the room, they all took seats around the table. Quickly and efficiently, Carter interrogated them on the incident. It was more of a debriefing than interrogation. Either way, it was not very comfortable. Carter established control and did not allow any interruptions in his questions. He limited the response to important facts about the attack. Finally, he sat back and paused. Big Ron had been churning through thoughts whenever Carter turned his attention to his two house mates. It seemed as if Carter was anticipating Big Rons thoughts because every time he thought he was figuring something, Carter would return to him and fire off a series of questions. “Son-of-a-bitch.” Big Ron said out loud. The pause had given him enough time to formulate a theory. “You guys are CIA.” He blurted out. “And the reason you have been staking us out is because Gegger is one of yours gone bad.” “Congratulations, Mr. Harrison.” Carter said condescendingly. “We are CIA, but Gegger isn’t one of ours.” “Maybe not now, but I bet he used to be.” Big Ron shot back. Anita saw the look in Carter’s eyes before Ron did. Her reporter instincts kicked in. “Now this is a story that could really bring me back.” She thought. “He’s right.” Anita interjected. “I saw it in you eyes. This guy used to be a CIA agent. But now he’s a cowboy, isn’t that right. Carter paused. His superiors had briefed him to reveal minimal information. But after talking to these people, he felt they had a right to know what was happening. This whole mission bothered him from the start. This man was being falsely accused of Gegger’s horrendous crime and the agency was sitting on it. Just so they wouldn’t be embarrassed. He and Harris had talked about it for hours during their six week stake out of the Harrison residence. They were in agreement that they would let them in on it. But since they knew it would probably cost them their jobs, the decided they would only divulge information if Anita, Elena or Big Ron asked the right questions. He turned towards Harris and saw him nod his head once. “Yes, Ian Gegger was a field agent for the CIA.” Carter said softly. “But to avoid an international incident, he was turned over to the Soviets.” “Holy shit.” Ron exclaimed. “It’s a long story, but none of us are going anywhere for awhile.” Harris added. “We really aren’t at liberty to divulge information, but Johnny and I decided that we will answer any questions you have as truthfully and accurately as we can. We don’t even know the whole story.” If any of the three civilians had been standing, they would have fallen to the floor. 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