Dark As Daylight Ch 08

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This the property of Prolonged_Debut10. Information available at Literotica.com. All persons in this NOVEL are fictitious. There will be very little sex and it will not be of a graphic or vile nature. I hope you take this journey me as you did in my previous, SHORT, work. We will begin to work on the legal battle to make Evan Luck's family dreams secure from outside predators and tie up some loose ends from "There Must Be 'A' Mistake." As with all my chapters, I hope you enjoy this one also.

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Chapter 8

33. It Wasn't Our Fault

The Gray Line Buses were spreading out all over Manhattan, turning onto no particular street, and proceeding towards the Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, and Staten Island. Many stayed on Manhattan streets, passing William's home several times, without stopping. Without the help of Laura Burkart's tracking device, her FBI agents gave up, returned to headquarters, and waited to hear from her.

The men and women from the other agencies, who were tracking the agents from the FBI gave up also. There were too many buses to follow, and too few of them.

In bus number 4, a battle was raging. The bus driver was having a difficult time staying on the proper side of the road. Laura's promise to dance naked for the rest of the day for Patrick's enjoyment gave him super human strength. William could not control him. Even though he had 7 inches in height and 47 pounds on his little brother, he found it impossible to corral him. The one thing he didn't want to do was hurt him.

He yelled at Pat, "She's an FBI agent. If she danced naked, she'd lose her job. Think about it Pat, think above your belt for a moment. You are going to be the administrator of NASA. If you accepted that proposal, you would be dismissed before the Senate had a chance to approve you. Come on Pat think."

A second after William said 'think'; Patrick landed a left to his nose that landed him flat on his back. William's bell was rung, and there was blood everywhere. He started to get up with fury in his eyes, when he heard his wife yell...

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Stop this, stop this right now. Patrick return to your seat or I will beat the shit out of you. William stay down so I can look at the damage he caused."

"No, I was being nice trying to handle him, now I'm going to kill him. Do you see what you've done Agent Burkart? Are you happy now? Driver stop this bus at the next corner. She's getting out."

"I am not getting out. Where my scientists go, I go."

"Fine, go find your scientists, they are not on this bus. Now get out, before I throw you out. If you dare reach for your weapon, take a look behind you."

She turned her head, and saw everyone there had a weapon pointed at her. She also had this damn raincoat on, which prevented her from getting anywhere near her weapon in time to protect herself.

"You win this round William, I'm leaving."

"I didn't want to win anything. I wanted a nice quiet ride to the Hudson River. You forced me to fight my brother, which is an anathema to me. I would give up my life protecting him. You knew he was an innocent, and you took advantage of him. By promising to display your body, which you would never have done, you played into the one area that would cause him to react this way.

My father is going to have a fit when he sees us. I would expect you will receive no further cooperation from our family in regard to this matter. Congratulations again Agent Burkart, when my father speaks to Mister Comey, I would be amazed if you still have a job.

Please step off this bus, we are running late."

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"You're going to need a nose job dear, the cartilage is shattered."

"Well, pick out one from a book that you like, and I'll get that one."

"I liked the one you had."

"Then I'll get that one back."

"That was a nice left, Pat. I never saw it coming."

"You were too busy talking to me to see it coming. I'm sorry Will."

"Not as sorry as your brother will look in 2 days. He's going to be walking around with 2 beautiful black eyes."

"Really Gwen, he's going to look like a raccoon?"

"He's going to look like the biggest raccoon you've ever seen. His eyes will be darker. There will be multicolored blue and red markings around the edges. He will have a glower on his face, when he comes down to breakfast, after he shaves, for the next 2 or 3 weeks, that we should all prepare for, and be ready to laugh at. I think we'll give him a nose like yours Patrick, just to remind him how he got that way."

"I don't think I want to push it that far Gwen. I said I was sorry. If I put my nose on his face, he might want to destroy the one on mine."

"We're here. Be careful I don't drown him. Everyone get on the boat in a hurry. I don't want the FBI to have time to recover, and get here."

As soon as everyone cleared the gangplank, William asked, "Is everyone on board?"

Alfonse responded, "Yes sir."

"Radio the captain to get the fuck out of here now."

"Is there a problem?"

"Look at my nose."

Alfonse radioed the bridge, and ordered the captain to leave the dock this instant.

The captain responded, "BUT..."

Alfonse yelled, "Move your fucking boat now."

The whistle blew, the aft gangplank rose, clearing the deck, and the mighty engines pushed the sightseeing craft into the Hudson River, for what everyone 'not in authority believed' was a pleasure cruise around Manhattan Island.

William Senior looked at his son's and his eyes turned black as coal. He was about to unscrew his head from his body and throw it at them, when Patrick said, "Dad it was my fault."

"Like hell it was. It was her fault. You swallowed the bait, and reacted exactly the way she wanted you to."

"Stop this, and tell me exactly what happened."

"Dad, before we left the house, I took agent Burkart to the rear, and showed her the men and women who were coming out of our brownstones to fill up the buses. I fooled around with her for a few moments, telling her the man in the left brownstone got Gwen pregnant, and in return I got the wife of the guy who owned the house on the right pregnant. As you can see it was all true, but a little distorted.

She was a little bit angry when Gwen explained everything to her.

As we were walking out I wanted to offer her a truce. I told Burkart what we were 'almost' planning to do, and if she had her agents go to lunch for 45 minutes, and then take cabs to the dock they could come along with us.

She said, "I don't believe you."

I said, "Okay."

When we walked outside I told her that her cell phone would not work for the next 3 hours, because it was going to be jammed.

She said she changed her mind, and believed me. She wanted to tell her partner what to do. I told her she wasn't allowed to do that.

She said some very nasty things about me. I told her she would have to stand in line behind you, mom, Gwen, and Patrick.

She knew Patrick was an innocent, and when she got on the bus she called out his name to see if he was there. When he answered her, she said,

"If you throw William under the bus, I'll dance naked for you for the rest of the day."

Both you and I know she would never have done it. She would have lost her job, her retirement benefits and everything she had ever worked for in her life.

However, Patrick's thinking went from above his belt to below it. He came at me like a bull elephant in heat. He hit me with every ounce of force he had in him. God bless him dad, he is getting strong. I tried to tie his arms up using mine, while I talked to him, and tried to calm him down. It was impossible. I tried to wait him out until he became exhausted, but he never did. Then he hit me with a left hand, knocked my lights out, and he broke my nose.

As my head cleared, and saw him standing over me, I was ready to kill him. There was no longer any 'Mister Nice Guy' left in me. I was going to take him apart. That's when Gwen stepped in and stopped it. She stopped the bleeding, and told me I was going to need a nose job.

When I stood up, I was still fuming. I told Burkart that you were going to go ballistic when you saw us. I said you can forget about any further assistance from our family in reference to this matter. When my father calls Mister Comey I would be amazed if you still have a job."

"Normally William, I would ask you what action I should take, but this time I'm going to ask Patrick what he thinks I should do. He was the one taken advantage of, and he is the injured party."

"Patrick, I want you to take an hour to calm down. Then I want you to write down what you think would be an appropriate punishment for this agent. It must be legal, even though what she promised you was illegal, because of her government status. Then I will call the Director of the FBI and speak to him about today's incident."

"I already know what I want you to do to her dad."

"Putting her feet in concrete and dropping her off the George Washington Bridge is not legal."

"That's not what I was going to say. At 1 PM today, she promised to dance naked for the rest of the day. I want to have her go to one of those male clubs, and dance naked, from 1:00 p.m. until midnight. That's legal is in it?"

Junior applauded. "Not only is it legal Pat, it's perfect. If she doesn't do it, she gets fired for breach of promise. If she does do it, she gets fired for indecent exposure, and several other infractions of her terms of employment to the FBI. I love it Pat, it's ingenious."

"I have a question for the two of you. Is what she did today worth her career? She graduated college at 19, and was recruited by the FBI. She's been there for 23 years and has a superior record. If she was a man, she would be in a senior management position by now. Is what she did today so egregious you want to get her fired?"

"Why are you taking her side? She made me fight Patrick. No one is allowed to involve themselves in our family business. She did, and she should be punished."

"She will be, but not by losing her job."

"Fine, but how?"

"Do you two trust me?"

"Without question dad."

"Then allow me to handle this. When I'm finished with her, she will look like you will look over the next few days, except she will not have the broken nose."

With the negotiation completed, he opened his cell phone and called his friend, the Attorney General. He smiled; he always liked playing games

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At 2:04 PM, 7 FBI cars screeched to a halt in front of the peer where the Liberty Bell normally berth. Laura Burkart jumped out of her car, and screamed furiously.

An associate agent stationed in New York said, "It should still be backing out. Where the hell is it?"

Laura replied, "If William, Zabo wanted it to, that boat could have sprouted jet engines, or turned into a submarine for today. I'll get that fucking bastard if it's the last thing I do."

"They have to make the turn at the north end of the island, onto the Harlem River. We can get on to a few fast boats, and order the captain to stop. He knows if he doesn't, he will go to jail."

"How long will it take him to get there?"

"It should take the Liberty Belle 30 or 35 minutes to get there, even if he put jet engines on it. It will take us 10 minutes, tops."

"Let's go everyone. Get on the highway, and this New Yorker will lead the way."

They raced up the Henry Hudson Parkway looking for the Liberty Bell. They spotted her 5 miles south of the inlet to the Harlem River, where she would make her turn around the northern tip of Manhattan Island.

"I've got you, you rotten bastard. This'll teach you to put me off in the middle of nowhere. Push this thing will you!"

"Don't sweat it Laura, when it makes the turn, it has to slow down to 5 knots, otherwise it causes erosion on the land on both sides of the inlet. We will wait for her in the cove about 6 miles in land. They will never see us coming until it's too late."

"Just get us there in time to set up. I want my vengeance, and I want my scientists back."

"You got it."

They exited the highway at 207

th

Street, and headed north to the tidal basin. Burkart spoke to the marina manager, and told him she wanted to requisition the 3 fastest boats he had to intercept the Liberty Bell.

The manager laughed. "All my boats are in storage for the winter agent Burkart, this is off-season. The only thing I can offer you is what's out there. I have a few boats with outboard engines, that should be able to catch her, but to be sure, I would be sitting at the point, waiting for her to come by. How the hell do you expect to get on board her? Her railings are too high, and there are no stairwells down the sides. Please don't tell me you intend to jump, because you will kill yourself."

"No, we have rappelling gear in the cars."

"I don't suppose the people you're after have knives?"

"We will cross that bridge when we come to it. Can we have those boats please?"

"Absolutely, bring them down to the end of the peer, and I'll fill them up with fuel. Here are the keys."

10 minutes later they were bobbing in the water, sitting off the point. The marina manager pointed to.

"How much longer before that tub gets here?"

"It should have been here already, unless it had to wait for a large ship coming out of the Harlem River."

"We are in unassuming outboard motor boats. Let's go around the point to see if she's coming."

They did, and the Liberty Bell wasn't'.

"Where the hell could she be?"

"I don't know, but I do know one thing, we don't belong out here in the open. The waves are too high, and we are going to capsize. Let's get back to port before we wind up in the water."

"Do you see that large yacht going West over there?"

"Yes, what of it?"

"Use your air horn, and see if we can flag it down."

"You are a determined bitch, aren't you?"

"I told you, I'm going to get that bastard if it's the last thing I do."

They sounded the air horn in 3 distinctive blasts. The yacht did not alter its course. They did it twice more, and finally the yacht turned towards them. When it was within 10 yards of them, a woman yelled, "Are all of you broken down?"

Laura showed her credentials, and shouted, "FBI, can you give me a ride westbound to the Hudson River, I'm looking for the Liberty Bell, and she hasn't arrived at this point."

"Just one of you?"

"Yes, ma'am, just me. The rest of my people are going to shore."

"Come aboard."

As soon as Laura was safely on board, the remainder of the FBI team headed for shore.

"Where was the last time you saw the Liberty Bell?"

"She was still on the Hudson, getting ready to turn into the Harlem River. The only thing we could think of is she had to stop for larger traffic coming out."

"That's not realistic. You could fit 3 large vessels through that cut at one time, unless it was an immense supertanker, and they can't go in there because of their draft."

As they entered the Hudson River, the Liberty Bell was not there.

"Maybe she developed a problem, and returned to port?"

"Do you mind heading south so I could take a look?"

"No, we're heading for Staten Island anyhow."

If she turned around, and looked north, she might have seen the smoke stacks of the Liberty Bell sailing northward towards West Point. She could have stopped at the ticket booth to find out the routing for this particular cruise of the Liberty Bell, because it was required by law.

Instead, as William Senior expected, she would not play by the rules. She would charge head first trying to find her scientists. They were here with him, and all the equipment they needed to test the paper, listen to the recordings, and the transcriptions, with no interference from anyone on board.

By the time they reached West Point, and the ship made its turn southbound, they had completed their tasks. They told William the paper was of no use, because it was manufactured here on earth. Its contents, however, were of historic value. It had definitely been transmitted from beyond Jupiter, and probably closer to Uranus. The testimony about whoever was trying to blow up the spaceship was damning, and should be turned over to law enforcement officials for further review.

The most amazing thing they found was the part they said they could not verify; 'they had gone beyond the speed of light.' What an amazing scientific achievement that was. They had disproved Einstein's theory that nothing could move faster than light, and they hoped one day they would get another message with proof they had done it.

They would now go to the president and inform him, and all the agencies involved everything you delineated was in fact correct.

"Now that business has been attended to, do you have a chessboard handy? Each of us would like to play Patrick a game. We heard what he did to the president, and would like to see if we could do any better."

"You've had such a wonderful day, are you sure you want to ruin it?"

"We've all talked about it, and we wanted to see if we could do better than 16 moves."

"William, would you get Patrick, and tell him 12 scientists have challenged him to games of chess. Tell him not to break his neck on his way down the stairs."

"He's downstairs in the engine room dad."

"And we haven't blown up yet; that's definitely an improvement. Get him up here for us please."

Luckily Patrick did not fall down the stairs; he tripped over his feet climbing up the stairs. By the time he reached his father he had grease from his elbows to his hairline.

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When they reached the pier, where the Liberty Bell normally spent its time, it wasn't there. Laura Burkart wanted to scream. William Zabo had done to her again. She thanked the owners of the yacht as she jumped off the stern of the boat, onto the wharf. This was not a banner day for her, or, she feared for her career.

When she finally reached her desk there was an agency manila envelope marked 'Urgent' on it. She opened it, and inside was a one-line agency message addressed '

For Her Eyes Only."

"Meet with The Director ASAP."

"Oh Fuck, I guess Zabo got my ass."

She packed up her desk, left a note for her partner, and went home to pack some clothes. As she looked around the efficiency apartment, which she hoped was only going to be her temporary home, she sat down and began to cry. Her career was over. One stupid pique of temper had cost her 23 years in law enforcement. Sure, she had enough time in grade, and service to retire, but who the hell wanted to retire at 43 years old? What was she supposed to do now; open a private investigating firm? Was she supposed to take pictures of cheating husbands or wayward wives for the rest of her working life? How thrilling!

She was working on the biggest case of her career, and now she was going to be dismissed from the Bureau. She goaded a 16-year-old boy into attacking his older brother. She was a better than that. She was a better investigator than that. She was a better field grade officer than that.

Maybe this was the hint she needed to get a life outside the Bureau, to ground herself, get herself a life.

Mister Zabo, in his inimitable style, came out and said it point blank.

"You and your fiancé are welcome to come to dinner at my home anytime you'd like."

Tomorrow, when the ax fell on her neck, she would certainly have enough time to look for that elusive fiancé, after she moved back to Las Vegas."

She dried her tears, called the travel exchange, gave her FBI number, and the urgent status of her trip to Washington.

They booked her on a 6:20 PM flight to Reagan International, and she was out the door.