2016
Ohio
"Marie." Gaston said pointing at the two cars pulling into the motel. "One of dem must be de target."
Marie smiled at her Cajun husband, looking into his eyes she wondered if they had enough time for a handjob.
"Mon cher!" He snapped. "Are you listening?"
"Yes, yes." She replied trying to remember the plan. "He goes into his room, you kick in the door, and if he resists I shoot him!"
"Tres bien!" Gaston said smiling broadly at his wife, she hadn't paid attention, but guessed enough of it correctly.
Marie returned a much more mischievous grin.
"You forgot one ting Mon cher." He teased.
"Yes dear?" She replied casually.
"You have to let go of my cock... uh... tool, we have de work to do." He teased.
Marie reluctantly let go of his now stiff penis reluctantly, there would be time enough for that later.
Meanwhile, as I stepped into my room, I felt exhausted! I had been working very long days in my efforts to complete this contract on time. Bank auditing had left me so drained that I didn't even feel like running, let alone watch TV. I wanted to crack open my book on the Bavarian Republic, read a few pages, then call it a night.
Opening the door to my room, I was surprised that I couldn't find the light switch. The motel could best be described as run down and sleazy; if there was anywhere else to go, I assure you that I would be there.
"Kanker!" I cried out bumping around in the dark, my bed was not where it was this morning.
I was so disoriented with my exhaustion, the darkness and the miss-matched room that I didn't catch the warning signs that something was going to happen.
My door suddenly burst open and was followed by two dark shapes with flash lights pointed at me.
"Don't move!" Cried out a deep heavily accented French voice.
I instantly dropped my centre of gravity and reached for a pistol that was not there. After several tours in Afghanistan with the Dutch Army, and many more as an unarmed civilian I cursed at myself for being prepared.
"Wrong decision Mon amie!" The large bearded man barked at me as he roared a war cry then charged.
In the darkness I tried to side-step him, then bumped into the wall. I heard a woman laugh at my clumsiness, it sounded cute, but I didn't have time to dwell on that.
"Hands up!" He yelled throwing a punch.
I ducked, then blocked with an arm as he threw a second punch. I wanted to swing back at him but his arms were much longer than my own. The last thing I wanted to do was get closer to that bear.
He threw two more punches, which I dodged, but I knew this was a failed effort, eventually he'd wear me out! I was already exhausted to start with!
Trying to buy some time I pulled out my wallet and tossed it at him.
"Take my wallet and go you kanker tuig thieves!" I yelled.
It bounced off his sweat covered face before hitting the ground. He didn't blink as he smiled back at me. I was tempted to kick at him, but I didn't want a fight, I wanted to be left alone.
"Maintenant!" The large man bellowed out as he stepped back.
I was unsure what he was yelling about until it hit me! A shooting pain appeared in the meaty part of my shoulder! I had been shot!
"Jezus Christus!" I cried out! "You shot me!!"
"Sorry I was aiming for your face." Replied the cheery female voice. "Be a dear and let me try again?"
I couldn't help but laugh at her words, so innocent and upbeat. The bear of a man roared and charged at me again.
I kicked, punched, dodged, blocked, then punched again! This fight was apparently to the death, and I was no longer holding back!
In the Dutch Army they drilled in us never to give up, we were a small military, reinforcements wasn't we could count upon. Now that I was defending my very life that training came back to me! Even with my shoulder shot I painfully used the arm to fight.
As I parried then attacked it dawned on me that none of this made any sense! Who would burst into my room at night to try and murder me? I went through the list and a Frenchman and an American woman with a sweet innocent voice were not on the list! This must be a mistake!
"J'ai mon propre drapeau blanc, où aller au bureau de la Légion Français étranger?" I called out to the large man.
He stepped back and started to laugh, the woman too chuckled. Sadly that was all the French I owned.
"You aren't supposed to speak French!" He said.
"My pronunciation is that bad?" I replied smartly.
"Caesar Rodriguez, you are a funny guy! Too bad I have to take you in, but c'est le vie." He said.
"Kankerautist! That's not my name!" I said. "Look at my wallet."
I waited for him to bend over; if he did I would kick him in the face before running out the door.
"Mon cher!" He barked. "Check it out."
"Ok!" Came the cheery voice.
I waited patiently for the next assault, my arm hurt, but not as much as the last time I was shot years ago. This was proving to be an odd night indeed! My opponent looked like he was preparing for something as well. I expected him to lunge at me and use his bulk to pin me.
"He ain't him." Came the female voice. "The face doesn't match."
"Tabernac! Câlisse!" The man said before mutter more under his breath.
I stayed in a combat pose waiting for that attack, I wasn't letting my guard down.
The light went on, reacting I stepped back. The attack didn't come, the man was swearing much louder now. The woman tried to calm him down before giving up.
She cradled in her arms a large odd looking rifle, a model of which I had never seen before. She also had ash blonde hair cut in a bob, and was dressed all in black. I also noticed how low her neckline was cut. Despite the fighting, I was still a red-blooded male.
The man seemed to have calmed down enough, he then turned to look at me with fire in his eyes. He was much bigger than me, and much more muscular. I had the body of a runner, he however had the body of a pro wrestler!
"If you are not monsieur Rodriguez, then il est où?? He asked.
I had no clue what he said, but I knew what he meant.
"This isn't my room!" I declared having figured it out. "The numbers are so faint, I bet he's in my room."
"We did see two cars pull in." Chimed in the ash blonde beauty.
"Oui!" The big bear of a man said. "Let's go!"
"Hold on a second." I stated. "What is going on here?"
The busty woman smiled at me as she explained. "My husband is a bounty hunter."
"Like Boba..." I started to say.
