Trente-Six

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"Charles? Charles, come on," Lando shook Charles' shoulders and reached for the glass of water he had in his hand, harshly throwing it on his boss' face. Charles was awake within a second, a headache pounding at the back of his head as if he had been drinking too much. He automatically reached for the gun under the pillow, but it wasn't there. "It's me," Lando spoke. "The gun is here, Sara used it last night. She's missing, and so is Dennis. Care to tell me what's going on?" Lando said. "Fuck, mon dieu, fuck!" Charles cursed as he got up, hastily reaching for a shirt and some pants to get dressed. "It was the fucking guard," he spat, collecting the gun and finding a trace of blood in the hallway. "He sedated me and then took her," Charles said. "Where are you going?" Lando asked, not sure where Charles wanted to go. "I'm, I am-... I," Charles moved a hand through his hair. "I need to get her," he breathed. "Obviously, but we have no idea where Dennis took her. And she offered a fight, so he's wounded. I sent patrol out all the way up to fifty kilometers out of Monte Carlo," Lando spoke.

"I tried to wake you earlier, but I couldn't get you up," he said. "I need to call Pierre and Carlos," Charles said. "Fuck!" he yelled again, locking the belt around his waist as he made his way down the stairs, unlocking the doors of his office. "Check the security footage to see which car he took, we can trace its path," Charles ordered to Lando while he reached for his phone. Lando had sensed in the last couple of days already that something was up. His colleague, Dennis, wasn't as relaxed as he was used to from the guard, and he seemed to tense up when Sara or Charles walked by. Sara usually told him everything, but whatever this was, Sara kept her mouth shut about it. If her being missing now had anything to do with it, then he guessed it was very serious. Lando let his eyes glide over the panel and accessed the footage of the security cameras around the house. It showed Dennis carrying Sara outside and into the car. Lando slowed down the video to check Sara's state, but it looks like she was just unconscious, not hurt or wounded anywhere. Not that it would comfort Charles, but it comforted him.

It happened about four hours ago, so, Dennis didn't have a very large advantage in time over Charles. However, if he took a jet or a helicopter anywhere, then he did. Lando moved his hand to the back of his neck, then he went to work to see if he could get into any of the traffic cameras on the way out of Monte Carlo. He traced the license plate of the car and moved to the other computer to trace it in the system. The last camera that noticed the car was in front of the exit to the airport. "Do you have anything?" Charles came up behind him, holding a phone to his ear. "Put me on speaker," he heard Carlos ask. "Hey, Carlos," Lando spoke. "Lando, good that you're here," Carlos said. "Where did Dennis go?" The Spaniard asked. "He went to the airport, that's for sure. I'm checking the sky radars to see which plane left a little after one this morning, but I can't see anything," Lando continued. "If he's going anywhere, I guess he will take her home to either Ibiza or Valencia," Charles spoke. "I will send people there to check. I will need to have the tracking number of the jet, though," Carlos said.

"It's about three to four hours to both destinations," Lando spoke. "If they went there, he already landed, but it's possible that the aircraft is still there. I'll need to get access to the security cameras of both airports, but I can't get in," Lando continued. "Try harder," Charles urged. "I'm not a hacker, Charles, what do you want me to do? Crack the codes with my mind?" Lando replied. "Yes!" Charles exclaimed. "Abril's jet landed in Valencia forty-three minutes ago," Carlos' voice sounded from Charles' phone. "That's all I need," Charles growled. "See you there?" Carlos said. "Yes, see you there."

Sara groaned as she opened her eyes. The sunlight shining through her windows were blinding her, causing a sharp pain to go through her head. Her hand moved to the back of her head as she sat up, confused by where she was, but she recognized her room in the mansion of her parents in Valencia. Sara gasped as she suddenly saw Dennis seated on a chair in her room, making her wonder how long he was there already. "Why the fuck did you take me here?" She asked, her throat a bit dry and causing her voice to crack. "Because you couldn't keep your mouth shut, Sara, did you think no one would find out? I know Charles wouldn't give that key or abandon that key to his office, ever. Not even for you," Dennis bit. His arm was wrapped up now, nothing visible of where she shot him. "And now we're both in trouble, well done. I didn't have anything nice to say to your father when he asked me about it," Dennis continued. "Charles was knocked out pretty hard, but you had to be a little bitch and-...' The sound of her hand harshly smacking his cheek echoed through the room.

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