1 Law 4 All - Gator. Billy Angel

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СКАЧАТЬ Mac Streeter and an elderly statesman Ben Green were sitting at Original Joe’s bar. This tavern-eatery on San Francisco’s Union Street was Mac’s favorite hangout. He began telling Ben his Kitiona story. “One night Jimmy and I were talking baseball right here at the bar. This girl flashed by us and ran into the restaurant.”

      Ben asks, “Do you mean Kitiona?”

      Mac said, “Yes, Kitiona ran into the bar’s men’s room that very night a couple of years ago while I was peeing. That meeting hatched an adventure that led to the founding of the 1 Law 4 All Foundation. Jimmy, Juan, Carol and Kitiona were founding members of the Foundation.

      Mac hears a notification ‘bong’ from his cell phone. He opens the mmN app. “It’s from Jimmy,” he proclaims to Ben. “It says, ‘Juan was right, watch your backs’.”

      Ben was a 5’6”, 70 year old man of Irish descent. His semi-fitness only came after several years of dieting following his law career-ending heart attack. He shrugs in his frumpy manner, “What else is new? Ever since graduating from law school, your study club has been absorbed into the real world. It’s been fun and games ever since!”

      “Well, if our tough guy Jimmy sends an alert, we’d better listen,” Mac said looking around the bar.

      They finished their lunch on heightened alert. Mac asked him, “Are you joining us for the Foundation video conference this afternoon? You’re welcome to join me at my office.”

      “No, Bob wants to show me a new Nanotechnology breakthrough. He claims his buddy is experimenting with a Nano tracking device. Apparently, scientists have put dedicated Nano-particles on a patch disguised as a band-aid. Heat from the subject's arm, leg or sun generates enough micro current to send out a tracking signal from the bandage.”

      Mac smirks, "What will you guys think of next?"

      “You can fill me in later tonight. See you.” Ben stepped off the bar stool, mock-saluted Mac and strolled towards the exit. “I’ll get the next lunch,” he grinned.

      Mac paid the lunch bill. He walked to his new offices two blocks east of Joe’s in the International Legal Building. His heart beat a little quicker thinking of Kitiona’s Eurasian beauty and the wonderful month they had spent in her American Samoan home. He forgot all about checking to see if anyone was following him.

      Lurking several hundred feet behind him, a young, tattooed Russian woman matched his strides. Earlier from Brighton Beach, Hoza instructed her to watch Mac without any direct contact.

      Earlier in the day, in Washington DC, two other Foundation members Carol Finley and Kitiona Tuafa strolled along the second floor of the Fashion Centre at Pentagon City. This was Kitiona’s first visit to our nation’s capital. “We have nothing like this in American Samoa,” she marveled with wide eyes.

      Carol beamed with enthusiasm. “Wait until Mac sees you in your new wedding outfits.” They were shopping for Juan and Dom’s soon to be wedding. “We need a cocktail dress or two and shoes for those pretty Samoan feet.”

      The light hearted, Kitiona Tuafa at 5’1”, treasured her royal Samoan heritage that combined Samoan and Japanese blood lines. Her body developed into a shapely figure with long silky black hair adding to her stunning oriental beauty.

      They browsed through party dresses. Carol, with her five foot, eight inch, regularly exercised body, proclaimed “I’m jealous. They would have to paint that size 2, Adrianna Papell, Icy Lilac cocktail dress on me. It would rip at the seams if I tried it on.”

      Kitiona says, “At least the dress covers my full-back tattoo.” In fact, the imprinting of that tattoo saved her life. A U.S. Congresswoman orchestrated the fire that killed her immediate family the same night of her tattooing. Her striving for revenge fostered the formation of the ‘1 Law 4 All Foundation’.

      Carol said, “If I had your figure, I’d show off your elegant diamond-shape tattoo every time DC’s temperature hit 50 degrees or above!”

      Both their phones’ notification sounded. “It’s from Juan,” Carol noted. “I just spoke with him earlier today. I wonder what he wants now.”

      Kitiona facial expression became somber. She reads out loud, “He wants a video conference at 6pm tonight. The ‘serious’ icon means something’s up, especially considering the previous ‘watch our backs’ warning.”

      Kitiona quipped, “At least you’re not riding motorcycles this time.” She glanced into the mall’s crowd remembering the motorcycle chase across San Francisco’s Bay Bridge. A few years ago the same U.S. Congress woman hired a hitman to off her.

      Carol picked up on Kitiona’s paranoia. “This kills me but maybe we should put off shoe shopping until tomorrow. Then we’ll know what we’re up against. Let’s grab a snack at Panera’s in the mall and go back to my condo.”

      They each ate their New England, Clam Chowder and tossed salad discussing sling-back and open toe heels. Carol glanced out their booth’s window overlooking the mall’s walkway. She said to Kitiona, “Don’t be obvious but there’s a couple loitering across the way. They keep on taking sneaky peeks our way.”

      Kitiona disguised her inspecting them by holding up a fork of lettuce. “You mean the couple with the tattoos that kind of look foreign? They’re dressed like roughnecks!”

      Carol signaled yes. “Any ideas?”

      Chapter 11

      Annie called Juan from the highway north of Jacksonville. After several rings the call goes to voicemail. She voices, “Juan, call me, ASAP.”

      Juan had walked away from his cell phone to talk with Nancy. “During the video conference, please no disruptions except if it’s Dom.”

      Nancy thought about her overtime. Her Donna Paulson image would get a new blouse tonight, she thought. “No problem, Juan,” she happily chirped.

      Carol and Kitiona video linked with Juan first, five minutes before the scheduled time. Carol begins by complaining. "Are you trying to ruin Kitiona's perfectly wonderful shopping holiday? What's this, watch your back stuff? We were so paranoid shopping this morning we ditched a roughneck looking couple after lunch in the mall."

      Juan, cool under Carol's wrath, apologies with "At least I didn't leave you hanging exposed for more than a few hours."

      Kitiona let's Juan know that they are excited about his and Dominica's wedding. "We're sooooo happy for you both. Plus Mac promised to take me to the Keys after the wedding. Neither of us has been there.” Mac and Kitiona had been taking their semi-serious, flirting-type relationship to the next level. Ever since their chance meeting at Joe’s bar, their attraction for each other grew stronger with time.

      Carol forgets her displeasure over the missed shopping opportunity. Smiling at Kitiona she predicts to Juan, "They're practicing for when they finally get hitched. This trip is a dry run sampling your wedding to see if the idea fits them, then to the Keys for their honeymoon warm-up!"

      Jimmy shows up on screen. They all have the same, secure split-screen software on their computers and phones. Ben and Bob developed the software as a secure alternative to Chinese video meeting applications. The Chinese created Zoom and СКАЧАТЬ