THE VIP CHAUFFEUR
Chapter 2

I got the call from the boss on Friday morning. Mr K had booked a job for that night and it would be an overnighter, returning sometime Saturday. I replied that I was available and that I would be in to pick up the car by 4PM. The dispatcher advised that Mr K had ordered the VIP Escalade. That had me wondering what escapade lie ahead. When I arrived at the Ritz at 7pm as instructed Mr K was already outside and dressed in jeans and a worn shirt but carrying that forsaken brief case although this one looked larger than the last. He jumped into the car’s front seat and was an entirely different guy than what I remembered. “How you doin, buck?” Everything OK with you? I responded: Yea everythings great. What do we have in store for us tonight? Well before I get into that Mr K replied tell me what you really think about our last assignment. Any nightmares? Only wet ones I replied. That chick was ultra hot ! She sure was he said, no trouble getting your nut off with a beauty like that. I agree. You’re not always so fortunate in this line of work. You can come across some really weird, ugly people and sometimes you really have to push yourself to get the job done. But get it done is what we get paid for, right Bucko? I nodded in the affirmative. I got to ask you Mr. K: what happened to that guy, you know the dickless wonder? Oh him ! My people brought him directly to our personal physician where he was taken care of for not only what we did but some additional “reconstructive” surgery and where he’ll recuperate. Following that he’ll be permanently relocated far away never to be heard from again in these parts again.

I guess a sense of relief came over me finally realizing I was not accessory to some heinous crime I could spend the rest of my life in jail over. Its turned out to be just another chapter in my life not much different than my years in the service. I did a lot worse there than here so far anyway. Since I was having good luck conversing with Mr K I continued to inquire about what lied ahead. Well Mr K replied tonight we have a similar assignment as last time but it might prove to be more difficult. This guy owes someone a lot of money and a lot more information that he has been withholding from them. That group has hired my people to extract the money, the information and some “penalties” for his behavior. We’ll have our own support team nearby if we need them but you and I are going to try to take care of this ourselves. We’ll go in late tonight when they will least expect us and get what he owes from him, his wife, she’s 45 years old and his two children ages 19 and 22, if we have to. You up for that Bucko, Mr K exclaimed? Sounds intriguing to me I added. Where are we headed? Well its about 2 hours away so lets get going. Off we went. Mr K spent quite a bit of the ride on the cell phone coordinating his support teams and talking to who I assume was one of his significant others. Sounds to me like he has a stable of female friends across the geography but that’s based on listening to just one side of the conversation.

We arrived just after 9:30 and stopped at a diner for some food. By 10:30 we had rendezvoused with two other teams of two, guys that looked that they just walked off the pages of mercenary magazine. They were told to standby in the designated locations and be ready to move on a seconds notice. We approached the residence in a very exclusive neighborhood. I was advised by Mr K that the alarms in the house were already disabled and a sliding door to the residence had been prepared for us ahead of time. We went over the plan. One of the teams would enter the house and first disable i.e. Blindfold and incapacitate the two kids in their beds. On this job they would use an injection of a specialized drug similar to the date-rape substance they use. It totally immobilizes the victim for up to 8 hours and ideally once it wears off the victim has no recollection whatsoever of what had happened since the injection. Once that was accomplished the team would enter the master bedroom and immobilize the man and woman whom Mr K referred to as Mr and Mrs B, with handcuffs and gags. Mr K and I would enter once the hard work was done and we were to use surgical gloves and the standard Halloween masks which really weren’t that obstructive as they seem. We waited for the all clear and then entered through the sliding doors as the initial team was exiting. They advised everything was all set and that there were no problems except Mr and Mrs B were scared shitless. No problem Mr K exclaimed they’ll be covered with shit by the time were done isn’t that right Bucko?

In we went. He wanted to check on the kids first. The first was a very cute 19 year old blond lying in her bed in a long white tee shirt with pink bikini panties on. It appeared she was fully awake but her hands and feet were tied to the four posters of the bed. She had a red ball gag in and she looked confused. The other bedroom had a very strong, actively thrashing 22 year old woman. She was on the chunky side, probably 40 lbs overweight. She had what looked like full pajamas on long pants and a sweatshirt like. She was really struggling and trying to be loud but she was bound hand and foot and gagged just like her sister. All was set there. Mr K couldn’t help but slap the hell out of the older sister, show her his handgun and told her to calm down or the alternative would be deadly. She seemed to understand.

Off we went to the bedroom and that is when Mr K went into the role completely. Well, well, well he said in a loud voice. What do we have hear. Mr B was sitting up in the bed handcuffed, gagged and duct taped. Mrs B was just had a thin rope binding her hands together and gagged. Mr K started off: Well folks I’m here to exact some significant revenge. Mrs B do you know your husband owes his lone shark $350,000 plus interest which is now more than the debt itself. She was crying incessantly. And to make things worse Mrs B your loving husband was supposed to deliver us some specific information and he hasn’t even been returning our calls. What do you think about that Mrs B?