My Life Underground ~12 ~ The Plan
Ainslee finds herself facing a dangerous situation.
PART TWELVE:
I stand there, furious, holding a knife that I snagged from Keenan's pocket.
"I swear to god I will fuckin dismember you guys." I yell at them.
Keenan and Andy are sitting on the bed in shock. Andy has just told me his plan. I want nothing to do with it. Keenan looks at me with a half smirk on his face. But he still holds his hands out like it's a stick up or something.
He clears his throat, he almost sounds like he is trying to stifle laughter. "Ainslee, your threat would sound more... umm... threatening if you said 'cut off your fuckin legs' or something rather than 'dismember'. Do you think you could chill for a minute. We will have your back. You won't be alone."
I breath. I realize with a sudden jolt that I am brandishing a pocket knife on my best friend in the whole world and the only person who can save us. God, I must be insane. I lay it down on the table as though it is covered in anthrax and push it away from me with one finger. I turn back to them, staring.
"I'm sorry." I mumble.
There is a quiet knock on the door, saving me from any further embarrassment. Andy gets up and goes over to the door. He opens it after taking a quick look in the peephole. His 'contact' is nothing I could have imagined. When I picture the police for some reason I can only picture muscle heads, grumpy old men, and nasty women with sticks up their ass. The woman walking into the hotel room is my height with blond hair, blue eyes and a pleasant, non-judgmental expression. The man following her in is tall and rather geeky looking. There is something about the two of them that set me at ease.
"Hi, I'm Andrea and this is Ben." she says, "You must be Ainslee and Keenan. And how are things Andy?"
"Pretty good considering." Andy says back with an exhausted sigh, "Come on in."
They sit down on the bed next to Andy. Andrea turns to look at me.
"Ainslee, Andy gave me the rundown and told me it was you who was going to go in."
I nod, a sick feeling coming over me.
"Alright dear, this is how we are going to do it."
****
I am sitting in the hotel bathroom. The door is locked. There are cops waiting outside. And I have about 6 lines of blow cut up on the counter. I am deadly afraid. I snort a line. Think about the plan. Snort another. Concentrate on what I am about to do. There is a knock on the door.
"I'll be out in a minute." I yell out, trying unsuccessfully to control the level of my voice. It comes out in a near scream.
"Are you okay Ainslee," it is Keenan's voice on the other side of the door, "Can I come in for a moment?"
I unlock the door and let him come in, careful to stand in front of the blow laden counter top. I don't suppose the cops who are helping us would appreciate knowing they are sending in a stoned-ass girl to do what I am about to do.
"So what are you doing?" whispers Keenan, closing the door behind him and peering around me.
"Ummm, at the moment I am freaking out."
"Mind if I...?" he takes the rolled up 20 out of my hand and helps himself to two lines.
He takes a deep breath and looks at me. He pulls me in for a quick hug. I don't let him go. I hold on to him like there is nothing else in the world.
"You know I really do love you." he says.
I don't say a word back, I don't want to ruin the moment.
"Now let's finish up our powdered courage and get out there." he says in a way that is surprisingly cavalier for the moment.
We do one more line. I wipe the counter down and wash my face. Then, taking my hand, Keenan leads me out into the room. Everyone looks at us with knowing, disapproving glares. But no one says a word. Andrea's phone rings at that moment. She picks it up and following a series of quick "yes's" and "no's", she hangs it up. She looks at me gravely.
"Everything is ready, our team is on standby, are you ready?"
"Let's do this." I say as firmly as I can manage.
We go outside. Keenan and I get into my car, and Andrea and Ben get into theirs. We drive. They follow us.
By the time we hit white rock I swear I have smoked a full pack of cigarettes. Keenan sticks his hand out the window to motion to Andrea, I look behind me and watch them pull over. Keenan and I drive about 50 meters further down and park in front of Greg's house. Keenan waits in the car. I get out. I feel as though I might be sick. But I stop myself, I focus, I breath, and I walk up to the front door. I knock. It feels like a lifetime before they answer the door. It swings open. The guard stares at me in complete and total shock.
"I'm here to see Greg."
I stand there, furious, holding a knife that I snagged from Keenan's pocket.
"I swear to god I will fuckin dismember you guys." I yell at them.
Keenan and Andy are sitting on the bed in shock. Andy has just told me his plan. I want nothing to do with it. Keenan looks at me with a half smirk on his face. But he still holds his hands out like it's a stick up or something.
He clears his throat, he almost sounds like he is trying to stifle laughter. "Ainslee, your threat would sound more... umm... threatening if you said 'cut off your fuckin legs' or something rather than 'dismember'. Do you think you could chill for a minute. We will have your back. You won't be alone."
I breath. I realize with a sudden jolt that I am brandishing a pocket knife on my best friend in the whole world and the only person who can save us. God, I must be insane. I lay it down on the table as though it is covered in anthrax and push it away from me with one finger. I turn back to them, staring.
"I'm sorry." I mumble.
There is a quiet knock on the door, saving me from any further embarrassment. Andy gets up and goes over to the door. He opens it after taking a quick look in the peephole. His 'contact' is nothing I could have imagined. When I picture the police for some reason I can only picture muscle heads, grumpy old men, and nasty women with sticks up their ass. The woman walking into the hotel room is my height with blond hair, blue eyes and a pleasant, non-judgmental expression. The man following her in is tall and rather geeky looking. There is something about the two of them that set me at ease.
"Hi, I'm Andrea and this is Ben." she says, "You must be Ainslee and Keenan. And how are things Andy?"
"Pretty good considering." Andy says back with an exhausted sigh, "Come on in."
They sit down on the bed next to Andy. Andrea turns to look at me.
"Ainslee, Andy gave me the rundown and told me it was you who was going to go in."
I nod, a sick feeling coming over me.
"Alright dear, this is how we are going to do it."
****
I am sitting in the hotel bathroom. The door is locked. There are cops waiting outside. And I have about 6 lines of blow cut up on the counter. I am deadly afraid. I snort a line. Think about the plan. Snort another. Concentrate on what I am about to do. There is a knock on the door.
"I'll be out in a minute." I yell out, trying unsuccessfully to control the level of my voice. It comes out in a near scream.
"Are you okay Ainslee," it is Keenan's voice on the other side of the door, "Can I come in for a moment?"
I unlock the door and let him come in, careful to stand in front of the blow laden counter top. I don't suppose the cops who are helping us would appreciate knowing they are sending in a stoned-ass girl to do what I am about to do.
"So what are you doing?" whispers Keenan, closing the door behind him and peering around me.
"Ummm, at the moment I am freaking out."
"Mind if I...?" he takes the rolled up 20 out of my hand and helps himself to two lines.
He takes a deep breath and looks at me. He pulls me in for a quick hug. I don't let him go. I hold on to him like there is nothing else in the world.
"You know I really do love you." he says.
I don't say a word back, I don't want to ruin the moment.
"Now let's finish up our powdered courage and get out there." he says in a way that is surprisingly cavalier for the moment.
We do one more line. I wipe the counter down and wash my face. Then, taking my hand, Keenan leads me out into the room. Everyone looks at us with knowing, disapproving glares. But no one says a word. Andrea's phone rings at that moment. She picks it up and following a series of quick "yes's" and "no's", she hangs it up. She looks at me gravely.
"Everything is ready, our team is on standby, are you ready?"
"Let's do this." I say as firmly as I can manage.
We go outside. Keenan and I get into my car, and Andrea and Ben get into theirs. We drive. They follow us.
By the time we hit white rock I swear I have smoked a full pack of cigarettes. Keenan sticks his hand out the window to motion to Andrea, I look behind me and watch them pull over. Keenan and I drive about 50 meters further down and park in front of Greg's house. Keenan waits in the car. I get out. I feel as though I might be sick. But I stop myself, I focus, I breath, and I walk up to the front door. I knock. It feels like a lifetime before they answer the door. It swings open. The guard stares at me in complete and total shock.
"I'm here to see Greg."
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