Timeless: Dance with the Enemy

Chapter 7

Lucy looked up at the building, fidgeting with the dress Flynn had given her. While it was not overly revealing, as he had promised, for the 1890s she may as well have been wearing a bikini. The royal blue material bared her arms to the brisk air, and was cut low enough to show more cleavage than was considered proper for that time. Flynn's possessive grip on her arm during the walk to the building did not stop the catcalls and unwanted attention from men on the street, but his cold glare had kept anyone from getting too close.

"Alright, you are on." Flynn said as he pulled her to stand in front of him, his hands gripping her slender shoulders in a desperate grip. "You look the part and shouldn't have a hard time getting in. We will be waiting by that door in the back. Don't forget, Lucy. The faster we get in and get rid of those Rittenhouse scum, the sooner I will be able to protect you. And, if that is not enough to ensure your cooperation, remember, Rufus and Wyatt don't have time for any of your little games."

Lucy swallowed through the lump in her throat and simply nodded at him. Flynn released her shoulders, lifting his right hand to cup her cheek. Lucy desperately wanted to pull away from him, but resisted the urge. She knew she had to play along if she wanted to save Rufus and Wyatt, even if it meant suffering through unwanted touches from her kidnapper.

Smiling gently at her Flynn dropped his hand, "We will be waiting. Don't take too long." With that he and his man quickly walked out of sight.

Lucy released the breath she did not realize she was holding. She hated herself for what she was about to do. She had been racking her brain for an alternative course of action, but kept coming up empty. Flynn had the trump card and they both knew it. If she wanted to save her team she was at the mercy of his bidding.

With one last thought of Wyatt and Rufus, Lucy turned and walked towards the front door. As she approached she took stock of her surroundings, particularly the two burly men standing guard. Putting on a sly smile, she sauntered up to the guards.

"Hello gentlemen. I hear a celebration is planned for this evening. I am here to provide a bit of entertainment" Lucy said in her best come hither voice. She had seen enough femme fatale movies, and while she may not be an actress she was able to play along when necessary.

"I did not hear anything about entertainment." the dark haired guard spoke, eyeing Lucy appreciatively. "Sal, go upstairs and check with the boss."

"Ah, but the celebration is supposed to be a surprise. An older gentleman with white hair and a dark mustache made arrangements for me to be here. It would be a shame for you to ruin it; I don't suspect he will be too happy if you do." Lucy said quickly. She vaguely remembered seeing a picture once of JP Morgan and hoped her description of him was on target.

The guards looked at each other, trying to determine what to do. Finally the dark haired guard spoke again. "Go ahead and let her in. A woman doesn't pose a threat, and it would be far worse for us to ruin Mr. Morgan's plans."

Lucy smiled at the men as they held open the door for her. The dark haired guard remained outside as the younger guard, Sal, walked her towards the stairs. Remembering Flynn's plan Lucy touched the guard's arm lightly. "Would you mind showing me the way to the bathroom? I would like to freshen up a bit before the celebration."

The guard looked back at the front door warily.

"Tell you what. Why don't you just tell me where to go and when I am ready I can show myself the way. Then you can get back to your post." Lucy said hoping the guard would go along with it.

The guard eyed Lucy for a moment before shrugging; he clearly did not see her as a threat. "The meeting is on the second floor, third door on the right. The bathroom is just down the hall. Don't keep them waiting, they are not patient men" he advised before turning his back and walking back to the main door.