Lies of villainous Execution

Lies of villainous Execution Ch. 2

Hola, did ya like Thanksgiving? Did you eat too much pie? That’s what I thought, anyways, chapter two is much longer, so… *imaginary drum roll…………….* I hope you like it!

Chapter 2

“Oh great,” I sighed. I was sitting next to Will in Biology and Mrs. Carlson had just announced our partners; Will with Aaron Myers and yours truly with none other than the world biggest player, Jake Hannah. “Is Mrs. Carlson trying to make our lives miserable?!”

“Come on, Artemis, you know we’re her favorite students, not to mention that she KNOWS this is the best class all year. If she wanted us to be miserable, she would kick us out, not stick us with Thing 1 and Thing 2,” she whispered as Mrs. C continued to announce the pairs for the genetics project. Why Jake, I thought to myself as I shuffled over to his table, I mean, he hates me and tries to mock me at every turn possible.

“Well look who decided to show up!” Jake sneered in that attractive British accent, wait did I say attractive! LA LA LA, drowning out the crazy, random, creepy thought!! Anyways, I sat down next to him with a bored expression, looking up to the Smart board to see what the instructions were. “So I guess that I should… help?” He offered. Wait…… HOLD THE FLIPPIN’ TELEPHONE!! Was he offering to help… ME! The person he hated above all else. This was getting a little weird, but I must show no weakness.

“Yes, you should. Want to know how?” I questioned “By staying out of my way, you dumbass! How the heck did you get in this class, anyway?” I asked smugly, not trying to hide the smirk on my face from the pride of my amazing kinda-comeback.

“My mum’s the Dean, ‘member,” He replied with a cocky grin on his face. Why was he smiling at me, that’s just creepy…. *BING BING* Yes, I thought, saved by the bell. I gathered my stuff together and ran out if the room to catch up to Will and Domino.

The rest of the day went by in a blur of yelling and seminars after the weird string of events in science, and soon I was back in front of my apartment door. I could hear Josie talking inside, but I had no idea who to. As I walked in I saw someone I thought I would never see again, my pappy (grandpa) Cane. Now before I tell you what happens next, I will explain why I thought I would never see my pappy again. About five years ago, right before my mom died, he was visiting from New Mexico. My mom was in the hospital, and we were in the waiting room, crossing our fingers and toes that my mom’s cancer hadn’t spread to her brain. Pappy was telling a story of when he and my dad and uncle were camping, when the doctor came out and told us that my mom had just passed away. I know this will sound weird, but it was my grandpa that flipped, not my dad or Leo. He started screaming at the doctor, yelling like there was no tomorrow, and then he just stormed out, never to be seen again; or so I thought.

Anyways, I walked into the kitchen and sat down next to Josie, who apparently had both found out, and told my grandpa about my Dad’s death. He looked at me with an intense gaze before speaking. “Look how you’ve grown,” he mused, more to himself than to us. “Last time I saw you, Artie-”

“Don’t ‘Artie’ me, pappy! You left us, you ran because you were depressed. Have you EVER thought of how broken this family was, how many nights Dad cried after you left!” I screamed, knowing exactly what to say after 5 years of grief and worrying about what had happened to him.

His gaze seemed to harden and soften at the same time, as though he was hurt and then healed and strengthened all at once. “Look, I know what I did was wrong, heck it was more than wrong. I bet it felt like evil to you guys, but I’m back and….. and I want to help,” he looked to Josie after saying this, as if asking her to explain.

“Rach, your pappy thinks that something happened to your dad, he…. He thinks that it wasn’t a roadside bomb that killed your father. He thinks Jason was murdered,” Josie averted my eyes as the wheels started to turn in my head.

“If he was murdered, then why did Wesley tell me that he died in a bomb?!” I replied angrily. “Why would he lie, he’s like an uncle to us!”

“But what if he didn’t know, what if that was the higher ups that did the covering?” It was my pappy that answered, and he had found a way to make me shut up and listen. “If I went to Quantico today with you and maybe Damion, (wow, he runs away for five years yet he still remembers Damion?)I could talk to my connections and try to get to the bottom of it,” he looked at me, unblinkingly with potbelly, white hair, crazy eyebrows, and sea green eye’s until I told him I’d help.

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“Mrs. Clay, are you home?” I asked as I rang the doorbell again. My grandpa and I were standing in front of Damion’s apartment, waiting for him to come to the door. I heard footsteps coming, than the door opened suddenly to reveal Damion, shirtless (All of his eight pack, perfect tan, and 5’ 11” there), in his pj shorts. “Ahh, domino, get some clothes, like something professional, then come to the GTO in the parking lot, I will explain on the way,” I said before slamming the door in his face and walking back to the black-stripped, dark orange GTO.

Damion came running out in two minutes, a new record I think, and we were on our way to Quantico. I explained the theory of what we were going to do when we arrived at the Marine base, and that my pappy had already talked to NCIS (Naval Criminal Investigative Service) and his best bud, who said that he would bring in his team to back us up and hopefully start an investigation. “An investigation! Isn’t that taking this a little too far,” Damion asked as we got out of the car, and started to walk towards the impressive building.

“Damion, my dad was possibly MURDERED!!! The Marines have said nothing about it, so I think that an investigation is perfectly acceptable, given the possibility that this has happened before and the poor families don’t know about it,” I said angrily, mad partly at Damion and partly at the Marines, that I have respected since I could walk and talk at the same time. He shut up after that. We walked into Quantico’s main building, to meet the world renown (Or at least in my own little world) NCIS Team consisting of the leader: Special Agent Sean Easton, The Profiler: Special Agent Gillian Davis, The 2nd leader (and hottest, in my opinion): Special Agent Aaron Kale, and finally, The Probie: Agent Tomas Black.

“But, pappy, you were a gunny, in like, the 70’s. How come you’ve still got connections?” I asked in full confusion. “I mean, I know you were good and all but 41 years? That’s a long time to keep in touch,”

“Well, no one wanted to lose contact with the best sniper in a century to time, would they?” Easton said. He walked up behind us, and I for one, was sacred out of my pants. But, when in the presence of an ex-Marine, one does not show fear, so the three of us turned around to see Agent Sean Easton. He was about 6 foot, with close cropped silver hair and a strong, clean shaven face. He had large smile lines and deep blue eyes that still had some sparkle in them. The rest of his body looked strong, but I suppose you have to be strong to be a Federal agent. “Hiya, gunny,” Easton greeted my pappy. He and my pappy hugged for a moment before turning to Damion and me. “Well, this is the famous Rachel I’ve heard so much about. Your right, David, she does look like the spitting image of Sarah,” He studied me for a second before turning to Damion. “And who is this one, eh? Her boyfriend or something?”

“No no no no, Damion is NOT my boyfriend! He’s a friend, a very close friend who thinks that he could help, so I told him he could come along,” I lied, bending the truth a little bit so it seemed that I was on top of things, and not crumbling inside.

“You’re lying about the last bit, but that’s to be expected, given the situation,” Sean commented. We all began the long process of going through security, including a full body scan, metal detectors and item scanners.

That’s all; I kinda got stuck….. Anyways, please vote and comment on what you liked, hated, heck even what kind of pie you ate over the weekend, I don’t care, just watch for updates!!!!