Monday, January 2, 2012

A New Senshi: Fallen Angel - 4.6 - You Moron! You Got The Wrong Girl!

After managing to escape, the car had driven clear out of Resembool and on to East City. Rogers’ men knew they had to hurry and get the girl to the drop off location. They could only hope that they hadn’t been followed.
Rogers was waiting at a shack just outside the city to the west for them to arrive. Thankfully they had been smart and had approached the shack with the headlights of the car off but Rogers heard them as they came up and parked next to his truck.
“It’s about time you showed up Nelson,” he said as he stepped outside to meet them.
Nelson got out of the passanger door and just scowled at Rogers. “Yeah well you didn’t tell me that Nina had a twin sister. I had to sit there forever just trying to figure out which one was which. That and I had no way to know that the Fuhrer’s brat son or that the Boss’s idiot son was going to be there too. The last thing I was ready for was the mini Flame Alchemist and you said I wasn’t allowed to touch Adrienne...”
“You got Nina though right?”
Nelson nodded. “Yeah, she didn’t put up too much of a fight, though I did manage to sneak up on her when she was coming out of the bathroom. That chloroform you got for me to use really worked well. It knocked her out pretty quick once I was able to get her to stop struggling long enough. I have no idea why Kimball had so much trouble with her. Just so you know though I had to use it on her a few times on the way here though. That stuff only works so long before she wakes up so you may have to use it on her again before all is said and done.”
Rogers peeked under the cover they had put over the girl’s face. She looked like the picture that he’d been given so he was satisfied. “That’s fine; she won’t give me any trouble in the back of my refrigerated truck. She’ll be too cold to wake up until we get where we’re going. Now then, here,” Rogers said handing Nelson an envelope. “Get her into the back of my truck and then get out of here. As usual, hide out for awhile and when I need you again I’ll find you.”
Nelson took the envelope and took out the money inside counting it really quick before putting it in his coat. He and the driver then took Amy out of the car and put her in the back of Rogers’ truck and were gone in no time.
Once he was sure they were far enough away, Rogers got into his truck and drove off to make his end of the delivery. It would take him just over a day to get there and then he had to hide out until after dark before he could drop her off but finally he was able to make this delivery. When he arrived at Rothstein’s house, he made sure to come around to the back where the house received its deliveries so as not to look suspicious. When Rogers got out of the truck he looked like nothing more than a delivery driver. He walked up to the young kitchen staffer that was usually there to accept the deliveries and smiled at him.
“I have a personal delivery for Dr. Rothstein,” he said.
The young man understood what that meant right away and nodded his head. “You can take your package and head downstairs then.”
Rogers went to the back of his truck and opened it up. Amy was lying motionless on the floor of the truck. Picking her up, Rogers put her over his shoulder and went inside and down the stairs as he always did when making these deliveries. At the bottom of the stairs was a door. Using his free hand, Rogers knocked on it. “Dr. Rothstein sir, I have a delivery for you.”
A moment later the door opened and Dr. Rothstein was standing there. Seeing that he had a package he smiled. “Excellent! Bring it in and set it down on the table for me would you?”
Rogers nodded and stepped into the room. Rothstein closed the door behind him and locked it. Rogers put Amy down on the table being rather unceremonious as he did.
“Careful you bumbling idiot! I don’t want her hurt!”Rothstein said angrily, dropping the pleasant older man appearance now that they were alone. “This IS Nina right?”
Rogers nodded and went over and sat down in one of the chairs, kicking his feet up on the rolling table that was next to it like it was an ottoman. “Yeah, yeah, my boys got her for you.”
“Excellent!” he said as he removed the cover over her face. Rothstein’s face quickly turned angry. “You incompetent idiot! This isn’t Nina! This is her sister Amy!”
“What?” Rogers said shooting up out of the chair and going to over to look for himself. HE took the picture out of his pocket and held it against the sleeping girl’s face. “No way! This girl matches the picture you gave me, well except her hair is in a braid instead of in a pony tail but…”
“That’s how you were supposed to tell the difference idiot! I told you that! Nina always has her hair either down or in a pony tail; Amy without fail always has hers in a braid. How could you have gotten this wrong?!” Rothstein was ready to slug Rogers for his mistake then thought about it for a moment. Maybe he could use Amy after all, she was Nina’s twin after all so her genetic makeup should be pretty much the same as Nina’s and Amy was far less dangerous than Nina.
Covering her face back up Rothstein went over to his desk. “You’re lucky I can use her… put her into one of the empty cells back there for now. Oh and there’s a dead chimera in there, dispose of it, and there’s a girl that’s outlived her usefulness, dispose of her as well…” he said waving Rogers off.
“What about my money,” he said standing there with his arms crossed refusing to do anything else until he got paid.
Rothstein took an envelope from his desk and pulled a few of the bills out then threw it in Rogers’ direction. “I docked you two thousand sens for bringing me the wrong girl. Now do what I told you to do and get out of my sight, your incompetence makes me ill.”
Rogers took the envelope and tucked it away. He usually wouldn’t take this abuse but then most of his other associates didn’t pay him as well as the doctor did either. It was a good thing for Rothstein too that his pockets were so deep or else Rogers would have disposed of him already too.

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