The Lost Twins chapter 46 - Body CountThe Lost Twins chapter 46 - Body Count by Pacific-Time
The skier steadied her ski and slipped one boot between the toe irons. She felt for the cable loop and positioned it around her heel. Then she snapped the forward throw closed, a familiar, comforting sound, locking her boot to the ski. Kneeling she repeated the process with the other boot and binding. Then she flexed her knees, gave herself a little shake. A little smile curled her lips.
These fate-forsaken Italian mountains might be cold - according to her watch, which recorded not just time, but temperature - it was eight degrees Fahrenheit, but to her that didn't matter. She was well prepared. Foremost it was about what she wore. From inside to outside, bottom to top: a pair of wicking Cascade socks; a Duofold union suit (wicking and two-layered, cotton against the skin, wool off, and in one piece so snow would never get down her backside and onto bare skin); Mountain Hardwear ski pants made of double strength Gore-Tex; a wicking Cascade turtleneck shirt, a wool sweater, a Mountain
The Lost Twins chapter 45 - The ConvoyThe Lost Twins chapter 45 - The Convoy by Pacific-Time
Apollo stood in the shadows of a sotoportego across the narrow alley from the bright lights of the Tiniatello Club. Just down the by the canal, a small crowd had gathered around an ambulance boat. A loud, two-tone squeal filled the air as a Venice police boat came speeding down the same canal and came to a stop in the water beside the ambulance. In a city where no cars were allowed, every major transport like this had to be done by boat. A uniformed officer and plain clothes man disembarked and hurried through the crowd up the street and disappeared into the lobby of the Tiniatello. Apparently something had happened there as well, and Apollo was willing to place a large amount of money that any of his sisters had been involved in that.
While regarding the scene, he ran the last few minutes over in his head. A man, a very strong and proficient one, had tried to kill Apollo in an elevator. Had it not been for The Star of Hyperboera and quick thinking on Apollo's part, he may not h
The Lost Twins chapter 44 - ...and dieThe Lost Twins chapter 44 - ...and die by Pacific-Time
Eventually came the moment Medusa had been waiting so fervently for. She saw Athena leaving the man she had been talking to and head for foyer, probably on her way to the ladies' room. Reaching inside of her purse, Medusa felt for the gun with the silencer there, running her fingers over the slick and cold metal. Finally, luck was smiling at her! She had never killed a person before but the hatred which was filling her veins told her that it would now be possible. With soft but determined steps she began following the Olympian.
Athena passed by the restroom door though, and began heading for a small patio garden. It was resting in dusk, with only two old fashioned lamp posts lighting it and empty of people, the only thing heard was the reverberating bass of the music from the inside of the club and the gurgling sound of a small fountain. Beyond the opposite side gallery, lights were gleaning in a canal.
"So much better," Medusa smirked to herself, now she could shoot her nemesis and th
The Lost Twins chapter 43 - The TiniatelloThe Lost Twins chapter 43 - The Tiniatello by Pacific-Time
"We drove by the Unicorn plant in Mestre, Artemis and I," Athena said as she sipped of the Hotel's courteous Champagne. "And there wasn't exactly anything to see. Just as anonymous as the Japanese compound."
"So you think they have nothing going on here in Italy," Apollo asked. "That it's just another red herring?" He too was holding a champagne flute, but without drinking from it.
"They're here all right," Artemis confirmed. "'Here' as in Italy that is. Only that the factory we drew by held nothing of interest. The real thing is not even nearby."
"Then where is it?" Athena narrowed her brow.
"That I imagine we can find out tomorrow, at this Tiniatello place," Apollo figured. "Now how about that fancy dinner we talked about earlier? I'm famished!"
"Signora Gorgona?" Madelena Giacobi's voice rung out in the large living room. The woman by the panoramic window didn't take her gaze off the lagoon however Madelena could see how her shoulders tensed.
"Yes?" Medusa tried to hide t
The Lost Twins chapter 42 - VeniceThe Lost Twins chapter 42 - Venice by Pacific-Time
With its brilliantly baby-pink façade rising majestically above the Grand Canal, Ca'Sagredo, a 14th-century noble residence turned five-star hotel, was hard to miss. Athena and the twins arrived early in the mid-morning by vaporetto, stepping off at the hotel's very own stop and continuing into the marble entrance with its grand staircase, ornate chandeliers and museum-worthy antiques. An entrance, which had welcomed distinguished Venetian nobility for centuries.
"You gotta be kidding," Artemis was hissing as soon as they entered through the decorative doors. "Must cost a fortune staying here."
"Sure thing," Athena replied with a grin. "I wanted something better this time than that joint in Kiev. And now, when we don't need to hide, I thought we'd better go all the way for it."
"I can definitely not afford it," Artemis protested.
"Well, see it as an advance on the payment for joining our father's business."
"That Circle of Twelve thing?"
"Exactly," Athena nodded her head. Artemi
The Lost Twins chapter 41 - Intermezzo no IVThe Lost Twins chapter 41 - Intermezzo no IV by Pacific-Time
A/N the Légion étrangère is The French Foreign Legion, a military service wing of the French Army established in 1831, unique because it was exclusively created for foreign nationals willing to serve in the French Armed Forces.
"So this is what the once revered Légion étrangère has been reduced to?" asked the low but commanding voice. Three men were standing at attention in front of Eugene Chermount, all posed rigidly still with their hands clasped at their backs and no one particularly enjoying the conversation they were now having with their superior. "A bunch of pathetic squabbling dabblers who don't know the meaning of the word discipline," scoffed Chermount.
"Sir we were…" a rugged Russian protested and instantly he regretted it. He was the oldest and most experienced in the trio and he knew he was going to get the blame for their failure.
"Did I give you permission to speak?" snapped Chermount, locking his thunderstorm