A French Connection: Chapter Three "Hey, I think they're waking up."
It's a stone cell. Like something out of Pirates of the Caribbean, except it has two plain white mattresses, one on either opposite wall. The third wall between them was bare except for two, small, barred windows. They had no glass in them, and the chilly night air came in and out as it pleased. At least the rain had stopped. Where the last wall would have been was a black metal mesh keeping the four occupants trapped inside. Two were male, two female. All four were between fourteen and sixteen. The girls sat on the left bunk, and the boys on the right. They had arrived a few hours ago, out cold, but now they were waking, and the girls had noticed. Conversation was just beginning.
"Are you okay?" one girl asked in a barely detectable french accent. One of the boys moaned in response.
"Jolly as a roger," he mumbled, not very reassuringly. He rubbed his head a
A French Connection: Chapter Two15 - 20 minutes later:
Trenchcoat handed me something along the lines of a Beretta, holding the muzzle.
"You know how to use one of these?"
I scoffed, taking it from him.
"I'll take that as a yes."
The van pulled over in front of a church. Flat cap leaned back from the driver's seat.
"Alright people, this is how it works. Andy and Specs, you stay here in the van for backup, or a quick extraction, or whatever we may need you for. Everyone else comes with me to the switchboard." When Andrew objected to his assignment, flat cap simply told him he didn't like him.
The rest of us filed out of the back of the van and onto the sidewalk, following flat cap's lead. The town was almost deserted, only a few cars passing by every now and then. I would have expected more pedestrians at only 9 o'clock or so. Anyway, we followed him ar
A French Connection: Chapter One
It's dusk. Night is falling on the city. Outside, a thin rain drizzles softly on the ground.
Dad and I are on our way to visit some family friend that's in town. We pull into the hotel parking garage and hop out of the Jeep. Dad leads the way to the reception desk and up a few floors to the room. We get out of the elevator and I pause to tie my shoe. But when i look up, he's gone. I walk briskly after him and round a corner just in time to see the door close. I stroll up to the door and knock. Moments later, the door opens. To my surprise, though, some girl I didn't recognize answered.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was looking for my dad."
She waved her hand dismissively. "Ah, it's no problem."
"Did you happen to see where he went?"
"No, I'm afraid not, but you can stay here if you'd like until he comes back."
"Err, okay, I guess...