Chapter 10 – Austin Point of View
Austin Jacobs
POV
Today I was very happy my dad had come home after being missing for two weeks. Now all I need is to get my mother and father back together, my birthday is coming up two months and for my birthday, and I plan to have my mother and father dancing together that should make them fall in love again. My grandmother throws a party every year for my birthday and this year it is a masked ball, it was my mother’s idea. I know my parents love each other even a blind man could see and feel the love those two share.
I watched how they argue on my laptop. I hacked into my mother’s office security system and I was watching them through the security camera in mom's office.
This is not good. How are they going to come together if they cannot even have a proper conversation without arguing?
I noticed an email come in. I check my email. I never get emails so this was weird.
[Congratulations Mr Austin Jacobs
Net-toons would formally congratulate you on winning an all-expenses paid trip to Disney world. To collect your Prize come to 22nd park avenue.]
I read it twice and traced the IP address. I laughed honestly they thought that would work on me? I do not watch kid shows.
I was still busy tracking the IP when my dad came out of my mother’s office.
“Dad, Dad” I shouted to get his attention
He looked into my direction and I waved him over. He came over and I moved my laptop so he could see and I showed him the email.
“Someone sent you that?” he asked
I nod my head and then I show him I was tracking them.
“Good job buddy” he said messing up my hair.
Made a face and fixed my hair. The result came back. I showed my father since I didn’t know who Pen Nima was.
“s**t. s**t” my father muttered under his breath. I looked at him.
“Austin do me a favour forward me the address” he asks and I nod. I have my dad’s email address I got it a few years ago I was just too scared to contact him. I was scared my father might not like me.
I sent my father the email and he zoomed out of the building after kissing my cheek.
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Tristan Wilder
POV
When I got the email from Austin with the address. I knew this was my chance to catch Pennima. I call Jimmy
“Yo Jim Jim on the double” he answers and I control the urge to roll my eyes
“Jimmy I need eyes on 22nd Park Avenue right now. Pen tried to lure a kid that Address.” I ordered
I finally got to my car and drove to the address it was not far from where I am
“Sure thing boss.” He says I heard him typing away “Okay so boss man will you need back up, the place looks calm but I see about four cars outside the warehouse” He says
“Call Manson and Reyes. I want them with me” I say
“Sure thing boss” he says
I hang up and throw my phone on the seat next to me. I get to the building when I see Manson get out of her car, she was dressed casually which meant it was her day off. She tied her hair which now that I think about it reminds me of Aria’s hair. Long light blonde and curly. Aria used to hate having her hair straight which I loved most. I shake those out of my head and get my gun out of the car.
“So what’s inside?” Manson says
“There’s a possibility Pennima is inside I want to capture him.” I say and Reyes pulls up. They are the only persons I knew in LA and that is why I called them.
Reyes got out of her car and walked towards us.
I signalled for them to follow me. In addition, we proceeded to walk in.
We walked in and it was bullets flying everywhere. So this is what they had planned for my son? Well bad news ever one of these motherfuckers dies now for planning to kill my son. For some reason I was super proud of him and disappointed that, he was at the age where he did not need me, and he comes from a family that had a long list of over achievers and child prodigies. He has grandfather took over the company at age 16; his uncle took over the family business and age 17. I assume my son is on that level as well. I only passed high school because Aria forced me to study. My plan was always to join the army so never cared about my grades and when Aria started applying for colleges I didn’t I only secretly applied to join the army.
I got back to business and started shooting at these assholes. I hid behind a crate, they had machine guns and we had glocks we were outgunned and I prayed my 9mm would at least kill enough of them. I knew I needed to get headshots. One bullet for each perp
I noticed one of them and aimed at his head. I breathed through it and fired. He fell to the ground soon after. I signalled to Manson to cover me as I moved forward. She nods and starts shooting. I noticed Reyes was nowhere to be seen; of course the rookie took off. I rolled my eyes and looked straight ahead, getting the next few guys down. I go to take my phone out to call jimmy for back up when I realise my phone is in the car. Dammit. What is it with today? My gun ran out of bullets, I hid behind a few crates and reloaded my weapon.
Manson took a place beside me and raised her gun to my head; I moved my head as she took the shot. I turned to see there was a perp behind me. I turned to her and nod. She smiles and starts shooting again. Honestly Angela Manson was an amazing FBI Agent, we served together many years back, I member when that landmine went off I thought I was going to die when she thought quickly and covered the two of us in an underground bunker she noticed when we were clearing the area. I knew she always had an eye for detail and we were great friends until she started having feelings for me and tried to kiss me one night we went out drinking. She soon tried flirting and trying to get my attention. I transferred her soon thereafter.
“I need you to call Jimmy for backup, my phones in the car” I tell her she nods. And I cover her. Reyes is still missing.
“I sent him an sos” she says
I nod and we both get back to shooting. I was the first to run out of bullets and Manson soon followed suit. This was bad this was very bad. Where the f**k was the Rookie? Why the hell did I bring her if she wasn’t even going to help us.
Manson sat down on her ass. “Well s**t. At least I die looking hot” she said
I chuckled and but did not say anything. “You’re one to talk I just found out I have a son I can’t die” I say softly so that none of Pennima’s men could hear me. I knew I could trust Manson not to tell anyone.
She looked at me wide eyed. “That k********g case from two weeks ago?” she asked
I nod.
I heard a helicopter approaching. And the I hear machine guns going off. Two machine guns thrown at Manson and I. I look up and see Reyes holding a gun almost bigger than she is. I pick up the gun thrown at me and start shooting.
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The next day at Jacobs Corporation.
I sneaked inside. I needed to speak to Aaron but I wasn’t sure if he would see me so I managed to sneak in my son had hacked their security systems so I could get in without any hiccups. I opened his office door.
He never looked up, he was typing away on his laptop, what is it with this family and being on their computers all day?
“Martha I told you I didn’t want to be disturbed” he said without looking up
“Well I’ll be damned why don’t I come back when I’m in a dress and named Martha” I said
His head shot up. “Tristan?” he asks
Aaron looked completely different now. (Sorry I forgot to add this at the beginning but, Aaron Jacobs is played by Chris Hemsworth) He got up and I walked over to him. He hugged me.
“Wow, it’s good to see you man. How’ve you been?” he ask
“Good just working you know” I say
He nods. “So you here to ask my blessing to date Aria again? I’m telling you man that’s not going to happen not after the last time you two were together, you knocked my eighteen year old sister up and then disappeared no one could find you” he says walking back to his desk
I roll my eyes, I forgot how annoying Aaron could be, when Aria and I were dating Aaron and I were like best buds, if I wasn’t with Aria I would be with him. He of course got his first tattoo with me as well. I just realised how much of a bad influence I am. His first tattoo was a simple tattoo of COD symbol on his right forearm we got matching COD tattoos.
“I’m not here about that. I am here to ask for your help. Recently I have been working on a case that involves an arms dealer s***h a mass murderer. However, my extremely smart son staged his k********g and I got involved. My target is trying to use Aria and Austin to threaten me, I don’t want to alarm Aria so I would love it if you could put extra guards on them” I explained I felt as if I could breathe again. I could not believe I had to ask for help protecting my family. My family I like the sound of that.
I looked at Aaron who has not said a word. Since I have finished speaking. He looks at me, shakes his head and sighs.
“Do you think he’d actually hurt them?” he asks sighing again
I nod
“Agents families has either gone missing or died taking this case, I assured the guy that they were not my family but I didn’t want to take any chances since Austin looks exactly like me.” I said
He nods. He suddenly grabs his phone and speaking in a muffled tone I could not hear what he was saying.
The office door flies open and Aria walks in looking like a million bucks. She was wearing a dark skinny jean, and a navy crop top one would think she was a teenager. And not a mother, where the hell was her baby fat?
I cleared my throat and looked away. I did not need her knowing I was still hopelessly in love with her and craved her with all of my heart.
Aria paused for a second and looked at me.
“What are you doing here?” She asks me
I just shrug my shoulders. “Visiting my friend,” I said not looking at her one thing Aria was always good at was noticing when I was lying and I was lying through my teeth right now.
She looked at her brother and did not say anything but he could never lie to his sister so I cleared my throat to distract him. I did not need him to alarm Aria. He looked at me and faked a coughed. I could not help it I just burst out laughing, he looked constipated.
Both siblings looked at me as if I was crazy, but I couldn’t help it, it distracted both Aria and Aaron so it was a win win.