Jack and Giselle - Closed for KattDclaw

[Led_Astray]

A tough detective meets his match in an urban fantasy setting...

The detective scrunched lower in his seat, making himself damned near invisible behind the tinted windows of the rental car. This was the 4th car in as many days, each from a different agency. Expensive, but his client could afford it - and given the reputation of the target, he needed to take every precaution he could think of.

He lowered his slim-line field glasses and tapped the record button on his mp3 player, holding it up to his square jaw and speaking in a low murmur.

"Day 4. 1600 hours. The repair shop remains busy, no way a legit operation this small time could afford so many employees or attract so many customers. No way I can get in to have a good look around during the day."

He paused, scratching the stubble on his chin with a blunt finger.

"After hours, security seems pretty light. None of the employees stay on overnight, except the owner, Miss McBaine, referred to as Giselle or sometimes Gigi by the staff and customers."

He paused again, picking up his camera and scrolling through some of the recorded images. The girl looked too young - and too damned sexy - to be the head of the kind of criminal organisation his investigations had uncovered. Yet that's what all the evidence pointed to - that this pin-up girl was the ruthless, murderous leader of a criminal racket. Furthermore, one that had never had anything pinned on it due to the reluctance of witnesses or narks to come forward - or due to the disappearance of any brave enough to do so...

Unfortunately, the interior of the auto-shop was too dark to get really good pics and the girl seemed almost preternaturally good at keeping her face in the shadows. He had only one face-shot, showing a pretty dark-haired girl with shadowed eyes, but there must have been drop of water on the lens when he took it - the mouth was off, somehow, too wide maybe. That, compared with the darkness of her eye-sockets gave her an almost monstrous appearance and the detective shivered in spite of himself.

Then he chuckled at his irrational subconscious reaction, and flicked the recorder back on.

"No visible cameras, and no alarm that links to either the local PD or a private security firm. No dogs, either. Just a chain link fence topped with razor-wire, some heavy duty but dated door-locks, and a ten-year-old alarm system that does nothing but make noise - and in this neighborhood, nobody is going to come running even if somebody were clumsy enough to set it off."

"I'm not suggesting I would illegally break into the property in order to recover my client's property - just that if somebody were to do so, it shouldn't prove difficult to anyone with moderate skills or experience..."

Before driving off, intending to return later in his own vehicle and in darker clothing, he added his name and a date to his recorded notes.

"Jack Fairweather - Fairweather Investigations, 15th August 2015"

 

[KattDclaw]

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[Led_Astray]

Clad now in rather less formal attire, Jack prowled the fence-line of the auto-lot, looking for the best place to enter out of those he had already scoped out from afar. His clothing had been picked out carefully. Dark blue jeans clung to his muscular legs, tucked into the tops of a pair of lightweight magnum boots. He wore a black t-shirt, equally tight, over his broad chest - loose clothing could be a liability when climbing - or fighting. Over that, the PI wore a jacket - a direct contradiction to his rules on loose clothing, but far less suspicious than a sweater. Besides which, sweaters don't have pockets, or anywhere to conceal a shoulder holster...

Having decided on a suitable point to climb - a dark shadow on the side of the lot, caused by a combination of a broken street-lamp and a large, derelict bill-board - Jack returned to his car in the next street. Here, he quickly divested himself of all forms of ID, including his PI Licence and his Concealed Carry Permit. His phone followed the documents into the specially constructed lockbox in the trunk of the vehicle. He had been careful to be carrying nothing illegal, just in case he was spotted by some local curtain twitcher, but now it was time to act. Into his otherwise empty pockets he now slipped a pair of black leather gloves, a woolen cap, a set of lock picks and a small flashlight. His final action before locking the trunk was to swap his legal carry - a nice familiar Beretta 92 - and replacing it with a far less legal LEI Mark 2, a .22 caliber pistol with the advantage of being fully silenced without the need to modify the ammunition.

On the way back to the auto-lot, he stashed his car-key on the back of a nearby street sign, in a magnetic box covered in fake rust. Now he was fully anonymized, he was ready for a some illegal entry work. As he approached the fence, he pulled the gloves over his large, scarred, hands and pulled the woolen cap over his fair, short-cropped hair.

Climbing the fence was the work of moments. The chain-link rattled briefly as he jumped up, grabbed the top, and pulled himself up. The razor-wire had been inexpertly applied and then neglected, leaving a gap that Jack was able to exploit. There was a grace about the big man that spoke of training above and beyond the average "detective", and when he jumped lightly down from his vantage point the rubber soles of his boots muffled the sound of his landing on the tarmac of the lot.

Moving quickly but silently, Jack ducked between two wrecks and waited to see if his entry was raising any alarms. Seeing nothing, he moved on to the wreck his client had directed him to. It took no time at all to see that the car had been thoroughly stripped of anything valuable, so he moved quickly on to the only building on the lot - the shabby looking building that consisted of the auto-shop, a front office and, Jack presumed, some kind of living quarters for Miss McBaine.

Luckily, there was an exterior door directly to the office. Trying to raise the roller-shutter door would have been way too noisy, but slipping the lock on the office door took mere seconds. The door swung open silently, and taking out his flashlight, Jack stepped inside...

 

[KattDclaw]

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[Led_Astray]

The light from the tiny flashlight provided just enough illumination for Jack to see around the grubby little front office. A couple of dirty padded benches, a coffee vending machine, and a low table with drink stains and cigarette burns were the only fittings on the customer side of the counter. On the far side of the counter, a battered metal filing cabinet, a metal key-cupboard with the door missing, and a tall stool completed the first impression of a pretty ordinary barely-succesful auto-shop. Here the customers would sit, drinking god-awful coffee whilst waiting for their tires to be rotated or their oil changed. There, the smug condescending mechanic would sit as he mock-apologetically explained to gullible customers that additional parts needed replacing, that the labour was going to be more expensive, and well, it was so hard to get the parts these days...

It was perfect. It looked genuine enough to make the casual visitor believe that it was a genuine business, whilst disreputable enough to make said casual visitor immediately decide to take his business elsewhere unless he were really, really desperate. But to a visitor like Jack - about as non-casual as it was possible to be - the room told a different story. The coffee machine wasn't plumbed in, and there was a thick layer of dust in the drip-tray. The few keys hanging in the cupboard had rust spots, or mold on the leather fobs. And there was no little pot of pens on the counter for the customer to sign his life away with. A trivial gap in the set dressing, but no office, however grubby, could escape paperwork. Its absence told Jack what he had already suspected - the auto-business was nothing more than a front.

He didn't even bother looking in the filing cabinet. It probably hadn't been opened in years, and the rusty draw-runners would probably let out a loud screech of complaint at any attempt to open them. Instead, he cautiously stepped through into the workshop area itself.

Before he could even begin to look around, Jack heard a metallic scraping followed by the click of claws on concrete. "Aww, hell...," he murmured. He hated it when it was dogs. You couldn't negotiate with a dog, and he hated having to shoot them. Transfering the flashlight to his left hand, he sought out a weapon that wouldn't have PETA sending a lynchmob after him.

The narrow beam of light - and Jack's eyes - fell on a large, wooden-handled ball-pein hammer, it's shaft darkened by a decades worth of oil and grease. He picked it up and hefted it, holding it so he would be striking with the ball rather than the flat head. Hopefully I'll be able to club the mutt unconcious instead of killing it....

Then he braced his feet, holding his left arm across his body to protect his neck from a leaping dog-attack, and got ready to swing. The clicking got closer, accompanied by a snuffling and growling, and movement at the very edge of the light. Then it leapt.

Jack's concious mind froze with shock at the apparition flying towards him. The jutting snout packed with fangs was doglike, but there the resemblance ended. The face of his assailant was halfway between man and beast, with glowing red eyes filled with malice. The body was gaunt and gangly, knotted ropes of muscle and tendon visible under the dark skin. The creature let out an ungodly howl as it descended upon its prey, its clawed hands reaching to grip and rend.

But whilst Jack's concious mind was frozen, years of training meant he was not defencely. Keenly honed instincts took over - instincts Jack had been born with, and that he had then spent years of military service developing into close-combat reactions that had saved his life more than once. Guided by muscle-memory that needed no interference from a concious mind, the hammer descended in an arc that caught the leaping ghoul full on the crown of the head, breaking bone and sending it face-first into the grimy concrete. Down... but by no means out.

Stunned for mere moments, Jo-Jo scrabbled on the floor to get a grip, and raised his head to seek out the meal his ghoulish senses had promised him. He found himself staring into a cold, black hole. The last sound he heard was a low metallic bark, and the last sight he saw was an explosion of red.

Jack stood like a statue, the LEI Mark 2 smoking in his hand as he watched the creature twitch out the last of its "life". The .22 bullet had entered the creature's eye then bounced around the inside of the thick skull, turning its diseased brain into mush. "I'm sorry...," murmured Jack, "But at least you will have peace, now." He shook his head, sadly. A ghoul. He'd heard about them, of course, but had never faced one before. Once a man, changed into a ravenous flesh-eating beast by a supernatural dis. He knew enough to know that he had been lucky. He'd faced similar creatures in the desert, the so-called sand-demons set loose by Iraqi sorcerers when it was obvious the coalition was going to win, but back then he'd had automatic weapons, body armor, and the backing of a 5-man squad.

Now it was just him. No wonder this place had such shoddy physical security. No need for it, with these things to track down any intruders. And where there was one ghoul, there had to be more. In hindsight, Jack thought, it was obvious, but there was no backing out now. Holding the gun in a steady hand, he slowly swung the flashlight in a wide arc, expecting to see a whole gallery of slavering faces ready to feast on his flesh...

 

[KattDclaw]

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[Led_Astray]

Jack hadn't been expecting Miss Mcbaine to make an immediate appearance, though nor was he entirely surprised to see her. After all, this was her home, and it was only natural for her to investigate a disturbance. He kept his eyes on her - which wasn't any kind of hardship - but kept his ears open for the slightest noise. Whilst she appeared unthreatening, except for those eyes betraying her true nature, this could all be a distraction whilst another of her... pets? minions? friends? flanked him.

"I'm sorry about the shooting, Miss McBaine," Jack began, his voice calm and clear. "I didn't come here to hurt anyone, but your... friend didn't give me much of a choice." He grinned in the darkness "Though I guess I now know how a stunning slip of a girl like yourself came to be one of the most feared gang-leaders in the city. I'd appreciate it if you kept your distance, for now. I enjoyed your little show, but I think we both know you don't need a gun to be dangerous."

 

[KattDclaw]

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[Led_Astray]

Jack's eye's widened as Giselle opened up her hoody, showing off her substantial assests. He almost didn't hear her question... or her threat - but even though his libido was shouting for attention, Jack didn't ignore the whisper coming from his sense of self-preservation.

"Well, then, Miss McBaine, I shall tell you anything you want to know - except, perhaps, the name of my client. I, like you, have a reputation to uphold." Jack said, with a wry grin.

"As I said, I didn't come here to harm you or your friends, or even to interfere with your business. I came here to retrieve some property, property my client had hoped would still be in the wreck."

He shrugged his broad shoulders, the motion causing his jacket to fall open, revealing his well defined body under the tight t-shirt. And, of course, the under-arm holster rig - currently empty as the gun was still in Jake's hand, unwaveringly pointed at that beautiful face.

"If it had been, I'd have been in and out and you'd never have even known I was here. But it looks like you already found it. I'm guessing you have partly worked out what it is, but believe me when I say it's not something you want to fool around with."

Though i sure as hell would like to fool around with you, for a while... Jack thought, and felt himself growing hard inside his jeans at the thought. He turned his head to one side, inquisitively.

"Perhaps we can come to some mutually beneficial arrangement? My client is quite generous with his expenses..."

 

[KattDclaw]

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[Led_Astray]

Too much of a pro to let out an outright sigh of relief, Jack released the breath he was holding out through his nose. It appeared he had made the correct play, and the beautiful but deadly creature's curiosity might just keep him alive. He cocked his head thoughtfully on one side, unconsciously mirroring Giselle's own pose, then nodded.

"The odds are already stacked in your favor, Miss McBaine, I don't think losing the gun is going to make me any worse off..." He made a show of carefully returning the slimline gun to its under-arm holster. He grinned, knowing he was pushing his luck but what the hell."Besides, I don't know if i could put a bullet in a face as sexy as yours without hesitating...". His voice trailed off, but he finished the sentence in his head. and hesitation would be fatal, I'm guessing

"Most people call me Jack." he added. It wasn't the name on any of his official ID, but nor was it a lie. "And yes, the item has a hefty price tag but frankly, I have no idea what it actually does, only that it's seriously bad news. Messing with it in any serious way would be like trying to defuse an IED - not something you want to try unless you know exactly what you are doing." Jack continued, without realizing his choice of metaphor had given a away a sliver of information about his past.

He bowed his head slightly, fixing Giselle with a smoldering gaze. "As for living dangerously... if it isn't dangerous, it isn't living."

 

[KattDclaw]

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[Led_Astray]

Jack knew that he was appallingly vulnerable right now - in spite of Giselle having the body busty college girl, he knew that there was supernatural strength behind the hand trailing provocatively over his chest. At the same time, it gave him a serious sexual thrill. He'd never been at the mercy of a beautiful woman before, and the creature before him was stunning. He met her gaze with lust in his eyes, even as he tried to focus on the business at hand.

"What I want is to get paid..." he said, in a low voice. "If I tell my employer where to find you, he won't have any need to pay me, now, will he? As you so rightly surmise, he'd just send his own... ah "people" to retrieve the book. And I gotta tell you, whilst his guys aren't much for investigating, they'd probably give your babies one hell of a fight."

Rather than retreat from Giselle's touch, Jack moved closer, until her spectacular breasts pressed against his chest. Without intending to, he rested his hands on her shapely hips, and leaned forward to murmur intimately into her ear.

"I have an expense account. I can offer up to a certain sum without having to clear it in advance. As long as you are not too greedy, Miss McBaine, you could make a tidy profit... are you willing to negotiate?"

 

[KattDclaw]

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[Led_Astray]

The attack, when it came, caught Jack entirely by surprise. As he slammed into the rough blockwork of the wall, he expected to die, his throat torn out by the sharp teeth of the creature before him.

Instead, she kissed him with an anamlistic hunger. He was powerless to resist as her tongue forced itself into his mouth and entwined with his erotically. Feeling her divine (or, perhaps, infernal...) body press against his made him forget everything except desire, and he began to kis her back with just as much ferocity as she was displaying. He cupped her ripe behind with his large hands and lifted her from the floor, pulling her tightly against his swelling member, grinding her sex up and down along his length in a crude foreshadowing of the sex act they were both aching for.

When Giselle finally broke the kiss, Jack was half panting, half snarling. "Oh, I'll give it to you, all right. I'll give you everything, just like you want it."

 

[KattDclaw]

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[Led_Astray]

It was reckless to the point of insanity, but Jack was beyond caring. Something about this girl... this creature... had short-circuited his rational mind and hot-wired the primitive parts of the brain that only had room for sex and violence - and Giselle was promising both.

He slipped the long-barreled pistol into its holster and shrugged off his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto a stack of tires. As he walked across the dark garage towards her, he unbuckled his belt, and popped the buttons on the fly of his dark jeans. As he reached her, he mimicked her own gesture, pushing down his jeans and shorts in one go, allowing his sizable, large member to spring free.

Jack had never thought of himself as big in the pants department - he'd seen plenty bigger in porno - but in truth, he was maybe an inch longer than the average. What was more out of the ordinary was his girth, and for a moment he hesitated - Giselle would barely be able to close a fist around his rigid cock, could her slender body handle it?

But then he remembered that what he was about to screw around with was not a slim little virgin girl, but a supernatural creature that could take a hell of a lot more than he could dish out... He positioned the tip of his hard cock at the entrance to her perfectly formed little vagina, and, wrapping his large hands around her wasp-like waist, plunged into her hard, sinking his full length into her in one brutal thrust.

He withdrew almost all the way, then rammed into her again, hard enough to leave bruises on a normal girl's thighs from the desk he was slamming her against. Her body may have been cold as the grave but heat seemed to emanate from her tight, muscular pussy as he took her hard and fast.

"Fuck... is this what you wanted, Miss McBane...?" he asked roughly, spitting out the words like bullets between thrusts.

 

[KattDclaw]

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