<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/47b4/h56pyjroi4174e56g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Sebastian Erdmann<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Special Agent - F.A.I.</span></span></strong></span></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Warrants. They'd be useful if she were actually under arrest. She's not, but soon she's going to be wishing she were. Depending. If she gives me what I want without much of a fuss, then who knows? Maybe I'll be generous and make this a win win situation. There's inherent risk in that, on multiple levels, and I'd have to have a sense that she actually stick to such an offer. That's door 1, and the least likely to happen.<br/><br/>Door 2 was my preferred option, and that was throwing her in a hole so deep that Satan himself couldn't find her. Proverbial hole. She's too valuable to kill, just in intel alone, not to mention the value of her empire. There in lies the problem with door 2. You can't just disappear someone like Jaclyn Rosendahl, especially now that I had to 'arrest' her in front of all the witnesses, instead of accosting her privately. Too many questions would be asked, too much nosing around would be the end result.<br/><br/>Door 3 was the only likely option, and I hated it .. most of it, anyway. Jaclyn isn't the only one who knows what happened that fateful night. Her red-headed bitch of a partner-in-crime knows too. She's got me by the balls on that. I've not seen the video she claims to have, but given her detail in describing what happened, there's good reason not to doubt her. She has her demands for silence, and I'm inclined to acquiesce. Do I trust this will be the end of it? Hell no. Once du Monde has her clutches in you, she .. does not .. let go. No. Uh uh. No there's another option. If I'm careful, if I'm skilled enough, and if I can be sure that Jaclyn won't go running back to du Monde, then ol' Sebby can pull a rabbit out of his hat. I call it Door 3B.<br/><br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/AustPolVan.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">First though, was getting Rosendahl the hell out of here, and away from prying eyes. Had it not been for those prying eyes and ears, I'd have commented on how she seems to have done a fine job all on her own of making her tits standout, but now wasn't the time to get sloppy or let her get under my skin. The more she kept talking the more I wanted to get her out of here now. I know I told her to put on a good show, but Christ almighty she has a mouth! I wanted to just roughly throw her into the van, but too many eyes. Professional in public, that's me. I even put my hand on top of her head to make sure she didn't bump it, as she was helped in.<br/><br/>Once the doors closed and we were moving, I was almost giddy. Almost. There was one bit of unpleasantness to do first: text du Monde.<br/><br/>#Picked up your package, as requested.<br/>#In good condition<br/>#Delivery will proceed as planned.<br/><br/>I move to sit next to Rosendahl, and show her the text I just sent. The name I've saved the number under is clearly displayed at the top: <strong>Red-Headed Bitch</strong> <br/><br/>"I trust you're smart enough to know who this went to? And why there's no need to show you the arrest warrants? It's a shame really, that you'll escape custody in a few days .. then spend the rest of your life on the run with her, but .." Christ those tits are distracting from this angle. Probably every angle! "..ahhh .. with her influence, and whatever .. *ahem* Yeah. I'm sure you'll do just fine."<br/><br/>I then pull my phone apart, and pull out the battery. I *nod* at the driver, and the van turns off onto a side street. We were headed for the warehouse district, which wasn't far, as chance would have it. The van finally came to rest next to a warehouse, that clearly had been abandoned for some time. Though faded and worn, three letters could still be read on a rusted out shipping container sitting outside it: DKG<br/><br/>"In the meantime, you and I have much to talk about."</span>