From Jun 21, 2022
Transfer 01
Officer Petri and his team remove Chelsea Bruni from her cell an hour early as per the Chief Trevisan's orders.
"If others do have a plan to move on us, moving the schedule up will ruffle them."
Vitale waits with Team Two across the street. He calls Detective Zampa again, but her phone rings through to voicemail again. He puts in a call to the Chief to have someone track her down, then returns to his watch.
"Hold here. They'll signal when the car is ready." Petri grips the cuffs on Bruni's wrists.
"Just keep your old man erection away from my ass. I know you're getting off on this, creep." Bruni wiggles her butt.
Petri grins. "We'll see what happens when we get to the van." He spots Segreto and sighs. "Great."
Segreto freezes in the hall wishing he made it to his gun. "Hello All. Lovely day for a prisoner transfer, eh?" He smiles wide.
Transfer 02
One of Petri's men holds up a hand to Segreto.
"Please stay where you are, Detective. We don't want folks too close to the prisoner."
Segreto stares at the mask. "We expecting gas, Petri?"
"Weird shit is happening, Detective. Based on that report we received, we're preparing for all possibilities." He smiles. "Could you step back, please?"
"I'm surprised you're here by yourself. Your lips are usually firmly attached to Vitale's butt." Bruni grins.
Segreto takes a step forward. "Listen up, Brun-hilda." He stops when a gun rises to his face.
Transfer 03
"GAWD DAMN IT, get that crap out of my face!" Segreto growls.
Bruni growls "You picked the wrong side, perv. Morte Bianca will deal with you....if you're lucky. If not..." she whispers, "Danuta will make things interesting for you."
"Petri...we need to move this along. If this Danuta is around, we need to get this one out quickly. I'll call Detective Vitale and...." He feels someone behind him.
"Oh no....too late." Chelsea Bruni smiles wide.
"DROP IT!" Vitale doesn't wait for the big blonde to comply. He fires a round into her shoulder driving her back into the wall and watches her drop to the floor.
"ANGELO! They--" But Segreto's words are too late.
Petri aims the gun at Vitale, the other team member following suit.
"Drop the gun, Vitale."
Vitale hesitates, waiting for his men to storm in behind him, but no one comes.
Segreto looks for the big blonde, but she's gone.
Chelsea smiles wide. "You're all alone, little boys." The smile fades and she whispers. "All....alone."
She turns and looks at Petri. "Now get
these f^cking cuffs off me and get me to that car."
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"We have her. On our way back now." Danuta sounds pissed on the phone.
"Troubles?" Elke's voice is smooth and calm.
"Too many hostages. The three detectives and some other man. It's going to be a shitshow of search parties and media coverage. I don't like it."
"And...if you have gone into that police station like YOU wanted...instead of using the mirror as I suggested?" Elke waits.
Danuta sighs. "I would have been shot by Vitale. I get it. We'll be back soon."
"Good girl." Elke hangs up and absently tosses the phone onto the table. Bruni with them again and back on the trail of Olivia Moore's damn locks. And a lovely group of hostages to sacrifice to the Dark Lord.
"What a lovely day," Elke says with a smile.
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"Welcome home, Chelsea." Elke Giacomina glides up to Chelsea like she's on wheels. It's otherworldly.
Chelsea manages a smile. "Thank you...so much....for getting me out of there. Those muther f^ckers....I swear....treated me like a F^CKING animal." She shakes her head. "I did what you asked, though. Just kept talking about nothing." She's not super comfortable with how close Elke is. She finds herself looking for Danuta...or anyone else, for that matter.
"Very good. So good." Elke smiles.
"Danuta said something about new clothes? And...could I take a shower? I stink." Chelsea laughs, but the laugh dies when Elke moves closer still.
Elke takes Chelsea's face in her hands. "You'll bathe...have lovely new clothes...and a delicious meal. Shhhhh...." Her hands stroke Chelsea's face and she works her magic on her. Powerful magic in her touch. She can feel Chelsea tense at first, then her face and body go still and calm.
Chelsea feels a wave of calm run over her. Goosebumps rise on her skin. Her breath slows and a strange relaxed emotional and physical shudder runs through her as Elke's hands pull her in. She rests her head on the huge woman and just wants to curl up in her lap forever.
"Then....we'll find your friends....and Olivia Moore's locks. And...we'll kill them all...and be free." Elke strokes Chelsea's head like a mother with her child.
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United States
Jennifer Lee looks less like the confident attorney she usually is for
Fabrizia and Vanda and more like a shaken and rattled mess.
Vanda and Fabrizia just stare and listen to her ramble after Vanda's initial verbal assault asking her what the hell is going on with the Italy situation.
"F^CKING MORELLI, that's what's happening with the Italy F^CKING SITUATION!" Jennifer chokes out a sob. She smells of liquor and cigarettes. "I just spent FOUR HOURS being talked to by the CIA and GAWD DAMN FEDERAL TRADE COMMISSION!"
Fabrizia steps up. "What the hell is going on, Jennifer?"
Jennifer takes several deep breaths trying to relax, then says, "Morelli. The CIA and the FTC are working with some people in Italy and Finland - something about the space program there?" She laughs and shakes her head in disbelief. "They were asking a shit-ton of questions about Morelli. About you too, Vanda."
Vanda scowls and Jennifer avoids her gaze.
The twins look pissed and it's freaking her out.
"I called Morelli right after and he tried to tell me it was nothing, but his office phone was ringing off the hook and is PA was yelling at him about something. Like his world is on fire."
"What does this have to do with ME?!" Vanda is in a rage.
Jennifer looks at her hands. "Your Aunt. And her death...I think. Morelli....he was using her and her money? Maybe?"
The twins stare in disbelief.
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Italy
Detective Zampa stirs.
The food they've been giving her has obviously been tainted. She's been out of it for a long while - dazed and lethargic. Her head and stomach ache.
She was hit, she remembers vaguely. What the hell had they done to her? She remembered...strange...dark things. Disgusting things. A man had tried to force himself on her at one point and...some woman had stabbed him.
She feels violated and angry. Had...someone taken some of her blood as well? Or was it a dream?
Nightmare.
The room she's in has no windows.
She has no concept of time or date.
Has it been hours....or days.
"Ah...you're awake."
Zampa gasps when she sees Danuta Szymańska staring down at her.
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The pitch black room is cold. It smells of mold and damp.
Vitale and Segreto are firmly tied to some sort of metal ring in the wall.
"Well...this is almost better than having to go home and get yelled at by my wife and kids." Segreto chuckles and tries to remain calm.
Vitale pulls against the bonds again after giving a curt laugh. "Jokes?"
"It was either that or crying and I don't want to embarrass myself in front of my idol." Segreto tries to sound less scared than he actually is.
"I'm going to ram Petri's gun up his ass next time I see him," Vitale growls.
"Get that big bitch Danuta while you're at it. I'll hold her down for you." He huffs out a laugh. "Know what's going on, boss?"
"Not sure."
Segreto is slightly crestfallen and is glad it's too dark to see the tears in his eyes.
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"The woman Zampa is awake." Danuta returns to Elke with the same sour face she's had since they got Bruni out of the police station.
"What is on your mind? This face...." Elke growls waving a hand at Danuta's face, obviously annoyed.
Danuta softens. "I'm sorry, but...." She grinds her teeth thinking herself a moron for bringing this up. "This is heat we don't need right now, Ms. Giacomina." She waits, ready to bolt.
"Explain." Elke's voice is cold.
Danuta draws in a breath, then says, "We've taken three Detectives who were all active in the case we are directly involved with. We are trying to operate quietly - keeping them working on the cases they have to keep them busy. And...if we give them back now, we have a lovely group of assholes to take the wrap for us...thanks to you." She smiles.
Elke narrows her eyes, but says nothing.
Danuta waits quietly.
Elke lets a smile pay on her lips. "It is dangerous to be right in matters on which the established authorities are wrong. Voltaire." She takes a deep breath.
Danuta bows her head.
"We'll talk it through later." Elke returns to her phone and Danuta who takes that as a queue to leave...rapidly.
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"Mother? Do you miss me? Do you regret killing me?"
Olivia isn't shaken like the first time a cruel call like this came through
even though the push from the
other end of the connection is stronger
this time.
She concentrates and chants, forcing her will through the digital
connection. She smiles when she hears a scream and the line goes dead.
"KADO! HIROTO! It worked! The phone chant." Olivia places the phone on the table and whispers, "I hope you enjoy the migraine, you monster."
Hiroto moves into the room, still in the habit of looking for Tanner around every corner. "They called again?"
"Yes. Thank you. I hope it--" Olivia and Hiroto jump when the phone rings again. A special ringtone Olivia has set.
The two women look at each other in shock as Olivia retrieves the phone.
"Yes?"
The voice is familiar - a stream of frightened Italian pouring over the line.
"They got her out! They got her out of the F^CKING police station!" She gasps out the words through tears screaming out the code word names of the other Locks. "Aradia - DEAD! Februus - DEAD! Fortuna saw the monster woman MOMENTS from her shop! NOX....what do I do?!" Terror fills the woman's voice.
Olivia thinks, but says nothing.
"NOX?!"
"You'll come here. To me. To us. Stay where you are. I'll make
arrangements at once." Olivia hangs up. "We need to get the remaining Sisters out of Italy."
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A vision of Olivia smashes into Elke like a runaway train.
Fire ripples over her as massive wings unfold. The heat from the flames slices over Elke's skin and she screams in terror as she remembers the flames of the night months ago that brought her to the brink of death.
Olivia's voice booms like thunder.
"NEVER MENTION MY DAUGHTER AGAIN! LEAVE ME AND MINE ALONE...OR I SHALL MAKE THE FLAMES LICK YOUR FLESH AGAIN....TO THE BONE!"
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Danuta comes running when she hears Elke wailing. The screams are blood curdling. When she enters the room, Elke is writhing on the floor and screaming bloody murder.
"MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!!!!! BURNING! BURNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Danuta falls to her side and tries to hold onto Elke, but she's flailing and kicking wildly. She looks around, sees the phone, and grinds her teeth. Elke was messing with the Moore woman again and it backfired. She thinks for a moment, then starts screaming in Polish over Elke's wailing.
"Przynieś jej spokój. Złagodź jej lęki. Złagodzić jej ból. Przynieś jej spokój z jej lęków. Wszystko dobrze. Spokojna. Spokojna!" (( Bring the calm to her. Ease her fears. Ease her pain. Bring her peace from her fears. All is well. Calm. Calm! ))
Gradually, Elke starts to go quiet....calm...and still. She sobs and winces at phantom pains that still ripple through her.
"Shhhh....I've got you. I've got you." Danuta says softly as she cradles
Elke. She thinks 'I've got you right where I want you - owing me a
favor.' and she smiles to herself.
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United States
Vanda walks Jennifer Lee out, then comes back swearing like a sailor.
"What the actual F^CK is going on. GAWD DAMN MUTHER F^CKING PIECE OF SH!T MORELLI!" She stomps up to Fabrizia. "Telling me to stay here. Yeah, no SH!T, stay here. I'd probably be arrested right off the plane by the sound of it!"
Fabrizia thinks, saying nothing.
"Feel free to jump in on this SH!T SHOW, Fabi..." Vanda falls into the chair with a huff.
Fabrizia looks at Vanda and whispers, "There's no need to scream. The old man can't hear you over there in Italy." She looks stern and it reminds Vanda of their Aunt's face those nights she'd get home late after sneaking out of the house.
"Sorry....I'm just freaked right now."
"No? I don't think so."
"So, we calm down. We wait to hear more. Jennifer said she'd keep us informed. We'll see what happens, Vanda. That's all we can do." Fabrizia's voice is like butter as usual and Vanda calms.
"I like this new, Super Manager Fabrizia." Vanda sighs as Fabrizia rubs her back.
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Italy
Angelo Vitale's words still ring in the house.
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"But...after the fact when things are done. Following up at scenes. And, a better pay, more benefits, more time off."
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Angela wrings her hands together as Chief Trevisan assigns more people to the house and surrounding area.
So many people.
Officers looking for Angelo and Marco...but some who may also have been the people responsible for their capture, too. If she ever found them, she's slice them open from neck to sex.
A fire of rage burns in her.
Someone speaks to her, but she barely listens. Where was Madame Rosetti? The whole shop had been closed up tight for days now. Right when Angela needed her the most.
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Detective Zampa wakes to the sound of horrible screaming.
"What the hell...." she mutters as she scans the weird room she's in. She sees a little shirt dress that's been left with her food and slips into it.
"No shoes or underwear. Ok."
She looks around for some sign of a door or window, but doesn't see anything. "This doesn't make sense."
She frowns and looks around for anything that may conceal a way out...then she looks up.
There high above her on the ceiling is a door with an elaborate carving on the front of a woman's face. It has dark, horrible eyes that stare down at Zampa.
"What...." she starts to say, but a wave of vertigo catches her and she swoons and leans against the wall.
Years of disproving strangeness like this falls away as her reality becomes more and more clouded.
"None of this makes sense," she whispers, but she doesn't dare look up at the strange door again.
Petri and one of his goons burst into the room where Segreto and Vitale are held. He kneels and unlocks the lock that secures the cuffs to the wall and yanks Vitale to his feet.
"Congratulations, you're the lucky winner today. Come on, she wants to see you."
"You're going to hang for this, Petri. You--" Vitale winces as Petri yanks the cuffs. "Take the cuffs off him and try that, you piece of shit coward!"
Segreto is filled with rage.
"Easy, Marco. We'll get them all later. Stay strong!" Vitale tries to glance back at Segreto as he's shoved out of the room.
The door slams and the goon stands there as if waiting.
"Not too late. Let me out, I can go get help, and you don't have to hang with the rest of your team. You can stop all of this. You can--"
"You can shut up." The man's voice is wet and...wrong. Like he's talking through a wet sponge. "You're not going anywhere....ever."
The horrible, evil sounding rasp of the man's voice sends chills down Segreto's spine. What the hell was wrong with him? What was behind that mask?
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