penthouse and my thoughts on that.
I waited to see if anyone else came out, but the Senator was the only one for some time. I slipped off my shoes and set them aside when my feet started to ache from standing for so long.
Finally, at least an hour later, I heard another rattle of the doorknob. I held up my pendant again as I peeked through the gap. This time a man came out whom I didn’t recognize. Hans Johansen was at one side of the man and Eric Dawson on his other.
I studied the unknown man and my skin prickled. He had the same height and build as Bachmann, but his hair color and facial features were different. Dye would take care of the hair and plastic surgery would change the face. Was that Bachmann?
Johansen slowly looked around the area as if checking it out. I prayed that he wouldn’t notice the stairwell door open a crack. He frowned and headed toward the door. My heart started beating faster. I didn’t dare let go of the door because it would make a loud thunk if I did.
The elevator dinged. Johansen bent down and picked something up off of the carpet.
“What are you doing, you idiot?” the unknown man said as he stepped onto the elevator. “Come. Now.”
The voice wasn’t Bachmann’s. This guy’s voice was higher pitched and a little nasally.
Johansen turned and walked back toward the elevator.
Disappointed that the man wasn’t Bachmann, I blew out a rush of air as the elevator doors closed behind the three men. I wanted so badly for it to be the bastard. We could take him down and that would be that.
It felt like eons had passed as I kept waiting for someone else to go in and out of that door but no one did. I used the square tube of lipstick to prop open the door to give my hands a rest. Even though the tube was an explosive device, I would have to manually trigger it in order for it to go off. It wouldn’t go off by accident. Or at least that was what I’d been promised by RED’s gadget expert.
My arms were tired, my feet hurt, and my legs were sore from standing then kneeling. My scalp itched beneath my wig and I wondered if any of my dark hair was sticking out. It was hot and stuffy in the stairwell. Surveillance could be a real bitch but it went with the territory. I’d wanted to go to the penthouse door and slip inside to investigate, but I had no idea if anyone was in there.
The elevator dinged. I did a quick stretch of my arms and legs as I stood. I pushed the tube of lipstick aside with my foot so that I could close the door to just a crack and raised the pendant to the opening.
Two gorgeous women stepped out of the elevator. One was blonde with big blue eyes, tremendous cleavage, and a tiny waist, and she wore a sexy little blue sequined dress. The other woman was dark-haired and dark-eyed with a perfectly proportioned figure. She wore a silky black halter dress.
Johansen followed the women out of the elevator. The blond glanced up at him and fear flickered in her eyes before her face became fully composed again. The man stepped between the women and they stood to either side of him as he went up to the penthouse door. He used a keycard and then they walked through the open door. It closed with a solid thunk.
Was Bachmann entertaining? Or was it something more?
I pushed my hair out of my face. This sucked. I wasn’t much further along than I had been before I set up camp on the landing to the penthouse floor. The elevator dinged again.
Congressman Joseph Jones stepped off of the elevator, a representative from Virginia. He pressed a button to the side of the double doors and I heard a chime from inside the penthouse. The doors opened and Jones walked inside before the doors were shut firmly behind him.
“Are you getting all of this?” I said. “This time we’ve got a Congressman inside, possibly with Bachmann.”
“Got it,” Ryan said. “Things just get deeper and deeper.”
I nodded to myself then told everyone else who had just entered our target’s domain. Or
I waited to see if anyone else came out, but the Senator was the only one for some time. I slipped off my shoes and set them aside when my feet started to ache from standing for so long.
Finally, at least an hour later, I heard another rattle of the doorknob. I held up my pendant again as I peeked through the gap. This time a man came out whom I didn’t recognize. Hans Johansen was at one side of the man and Eric Dawson on his other.
I studied the unknown man and my skin prickled. He had the same height and build as Bachmann, but his hair color and facial features were different. Dye would take care of the hair and plastic surgery would change the face. Was that Bachmann?
Johansen slowly looked around the area as if checking it out. I prayed that he wouldn’t notice the stairwell door open a crack. He frowned and headed toward the door. My heart started beating faster. I didn’t dare let go of the door because it would make a loud thunk if I did.
The elevator dinged. Johansen bent down and picked something up off of the carpet.
“What are you doing, you idiot?” the unknown man said as he stepped onto the elevator. “Come. Now.”
The voice wasn’t Bachmann’s. This guy’s voice was higher pitched and a little nasally.
Johansen turned and walked back toward the elevator.
Disappointed that the man wasn’t Bachmann, I blew out a rush of air as the elevator doors closed behind the three men. I wanted so badly for it to be the bastard. We could take him down and that would be that.
It felt like eons had passed as I kept waiting for someone else to go in and out of that door but no one did. I used the square tube of lipstick to prop open the door to give my hands a rest. Even though the tube was an explosive device, I would have to manually trigger it in order for it to go off. It wouldn’t go off by accident. Or at least that was what I’d been promised by RED’s gadget expert.
My arms were tired, my feet hurt, and my legs were sore from standing then kneeling. My scalp itched beneath my wig and I wondered if any of my dark hair was sticking out. It was hot and stuffy in the stairwell. Surveillance could be a real bitch but it went with the territory. I’d wanted to go to the penthouse door and slip inside to investigate, but I had no idea if anyone was in there.
The elevator dinged. I did a quick stretch of my arms and legs as I stood. I pushed the tube of lipstick aside with my foot so that I could close the door to just a crack and raised the pendant to the opening.
Two gorgeous women stepped out of the elevator. One was blonde with big blue eyes, tremendous cleavage, and a tiny waist, and she wore a sexy little blue sequined dress. The other woman was dark-haired and dark-eyed with a perfectly proportioned figure. She wore a silky black halter dress.
Johansen followed the women out of the elevator. The blond glanced up at him and fear flickered in her eyes before her face became fully composed again. The man stepped between the women and they stood to either side of him as he went up to the penthouse door. He used a keycard and then they walked through the open door. It closed with a solid thunk.
Was Bachmann entertaining? Or was it something more?
I pushed my hair out of my face. This sucked. I wasn’t much further along than I had been before I set up camp on the landing to the penthouse floor. The elevator dinged again.
Congressman Joseph Jones stepped off of the elevator, a representative from Virginia. He pressed a button to the side of the double doors and I heard a chime from inside the penthouse. The doors opened and Jones walked inside before the doors were shut firmly behind him.
“Are you getting all of this?” I said. “This time we’ve got a Congressman inside, possibly with Bachmann.”
“Got it,” Ryan said. “Things just get deeper and deeper.”
I nodded to myself then told everyone else who had just entered our target’s domain. Or
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