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Date Posted: 12:49:53 03/09/08 Sun
Author: Hannah
Author Host/IP: port158.dialup.bfree.on.ca / 66.207.116.158
Subject: Northern Woods, Chapter 144; Some bad language
In reply to: Hannah 's message, "Northern Woods" on 12:47:54 03/09/08 Sun

Chapter 144

Chris Davenport was glad that it was a mild Spring night. He hated assignments that entailed being outside in the cold. His team knew that tonight was important to their boss and their vigilance was in top form. At least he hope it was.

“Red team… report.” He muttered into his transmitter.

Red team’s leader reported the all clear and he checked with blue team and yellow team with the same results. Suddenly there was a crackle on his frequency and he heard what he’d been dreading all evening.

“Sir… Hans Jurgen is approaching the establishment’s north entrance. What should I do?” the voice inquired.

“What do you mean, *‘what should you do?’* ” Chris barked. “Switch to b channel.”

“Yes sir.” The voice agreed.

Chris made the switch as well and then barked, “Who is this?”

“Daignault, sir.” The voice replied.

“You know he’s not invited, and Monsieur Samuelle wants him as far from his wife as possible.” Chris growled. “Good God man, he’s made threats against Madame Samuelle! Tonight is special for both of them and the last thing either of them need is that predator entering the premises! Tell the man he’s not on the guest list and that he’s not getting in tonight for any reason.”

“It’s a public place.” The team member objected. “At least that’s what he’s going to tell me.”

“Daignault, you simpleton,” Chris snarled, amazed at the drivel this incompetent moron was spouting. “you obviously weren’t listening at the briefing. Monsieur Samuelle owns this facility as of this evening, and if he says that man doesn’t get in, then he’s within his rights to do that; understand?”

“Sir, yes sir.” The man replied in militaristic fashion. “Is there anything else, sir?”

“No. Just keep him there until I arrive. Understood?” Chris demanded, rolling his eyes at this fool’s ineptitude.

“Yes sir!” Daignault replied obediently.

“Switch back to the main channel.” Chris ordered.

“Yes sir!” Daignault replied.

‘Idiot!’ Chris thought in frustration, as he adjusted his com unit. ‘It looks like I’m going to have to put him through retraining or let him go. What kind of a incompetent simpleton wonders what to do in a situation like this? I thought I made it crystal clear what that German wanted with Madame Samuelle. Why would any member of my team need to question what to do under these circumstances after the briefing we had?’

“Gagne?” Chris snarled again into his comm. unit.

“Yes sir?” another voice replied.

“Gagne, send Dupleiss over to my position on the double.” Chris demanded. “I need him to come with me while I assist Daignault.”

“Yes sir.” Gagne replied. “He’ll be there in two minutes.”

“See that he is.” Chris replied briskly.

As soon as Dupleiss arrived, the two men left for Daignault’s assigned position by the north entrance. He arrived there to find that Hans Jurgen had indeed arrived and he was arguing with Daignault, who refused to let him pass.

“My good man” the German was saying, “you simply must let me in. My dear friend Michel is expecting me. I have to give my regards to the lovely creature he married.”

“I don’t think so.” Davenport replied gruffly as he and Dupleiss approached their position.

“Whatever do you mean, my good man?” Jurgen said condescendingly.

“Let’s clarify a few things first,” Davenport began smoothly, but firmly as he glared at the pompous playboy in front of him. “First of all, I’m not your good man, I’m Monsieur Samuelle’s man. Secondly, you’re not on the guest list tonight and Monsieur Samuelle is not expecting you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Jurgen replied with a condescending smirk. “Of course Michel is expecting me. Check the guest list again if you don’t believe me.”

“I don’t believe you and I don’t need to check any list Monsieur Jurgen.” Davenport continued firmly.

“So you know who I am.” Jurgen replied, pleased at what he thought to be the acknowledgement of his importance.

“Yes, I know who you are.” Davenport retorted smoothly in a disgusted voice. “You’re the enemy.”

“Hmmp.” Jurgen said, with a snort of disbelief. “The enemy?”

“You’ve declared war on Monsieur Samuelle with your actions with the former Madame Samuelle. After what you did and said, there is no way he wants you here tonight.” Chris continued, glaring in disgust at the man before him.

“Check your facts, my good man.” Jurgen said haughtily. “I’m always on the best guest lists.”

“Not this one. In fact, I know for a fact that the only list you’re on tonight is the list of people banned from this party.” Chris stated quietly.

“Oh come on now.” Jurgen said suavely. “Of course I’m invited.”

“Your invitation, sir?” Davenport inquired snidely, rolling his eyes at the German’s arrogance. ‘This guy refuses to listen… fine. I’m going to have some fun with him.’

“Lost.. but no matter. Michel will welcome me with open arms.” Jurgen said, as he pasted a charming smile on his face.

“I highly doubt that sir. I’m well aware of your part in Monsieur Samuelle’s divorce from his first wife and the threats you’ve made against his new wife.” Davenport replied, as his dark eyes drilled into Jurgen’s blue ones in contempt. He was making every effort to convey his complete disdain.

“A jest… nothing but a jest. Surely you don’t think you can keep me out of a public place, sir.” Jurgen said with a sneer. “That’s a violation of my rights as a Canadian citizen.”

“Monsieur Samuelle does not see your remarks as a jest; he’s taking them very seriously, I assure you. I don’t blame him either. In my opinion, what you said to him was a threat and it was also in extremely poor taste.” Chris replied, his face clearly reflecting the contempt he felt for the man before him.

Jurgen chortled. “You’re just like Michel. You have no sense of humour. No matter. The night is hardly over with. I will get in.”

Davenport smiled evilly and Jurgen felt his skin crawl at the look he’d just received.

Jurgen swallowed as he looked at the three huge men in front of him. He was fit, but even he couldn’t take on three trained bodyguards.

“I’m flattered, not insulted that you’d think I’m just like my employer.” Davenport replied. “He’s a good man, unlike you. And as a good employee, I’m concerned about my employers’ security and that of his family. With that in mind, I can promise you that there is no way you’re getting in.”

“We’ll see.” Jurgen muttered. “This is a violation of my rights.”

“Now that would be true if this were a public place. However, we don’t have to follow The Charter of Rights.” Davenport conceded.

“Of course you do.” Jurgen replied maliciously. “Now let me pass. I can’t wait to meet the new Madame Samuelle. I hear she’s luscious.”

“Nope.” Davenport said with a small nasty smile. “Désolé.”

Dupleiss grinned in appreciation of his superior’s wit and tenacity. This was an amusing confrontation and he had no doubt who would emerge as the victor should things come to a physical struggle. The pompous civilian in front of him looked out of shape and his arrogance would add to his defeat.

“I’ll sue you.” Jurgen threatened. “This is a public establishment.”

“Not any more, it isn’t. This establishment was purchased yesterday by Samtech Industries and I and my team have been given explicit instructions to keep you off the premises and away from the new Madame Samuelle.” Chris replied smoothly.

“What?” Jurgen replied as a shocked expression replaced his earlier sneering one. “What are you saying?”

“Let me restate this so that it’s perfectly clear even to you. This facility is now the sole property of Monsieur Samuelle and Samtech Industries.” Chris stated firmly. “I have clear orders to keep you out… no matter what it takes. I can’t be any more direct than that.”

“You’re bluffing.” Jurgen sneered.

“Am I?” Chris said with a wicked grin. “You wouldn’t care to test me on that point, would you?”

“Test you?” Jurgen echoed in disbelief.

“You know, I’ve never liked you Jurgen, but that’s beside the point.” Chris said levelly. “I have my orders to keep you out, and so do my men.”

“Meaning?” Jurgen replied haughtily.

“When I said no matter what it takes, I meant it. I don’t want to use drastic measures, but I will if it means keeping Madame Samuelle safe.” Chris retorted.

Jurgen was not a fool. He heard the implied ‘Don’t make me hurt you.’ that Chris was stating so menacingly. He also heard the pleasure that would give Chris in the tone of voice he used.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Jurgen sneered, confident once more. “I’d sue you and your employer.”

“Spare me the scare tactics. They’re not effective, I assure you. You disgust me Jurgen… all you want to do is hurt my employer and his wife.” Chris said with disdain, not even bothering to deny the implications of Jurgen’s response. “You’ve never even met the lady and you’re out to destroy her… because of what? You feel you didn’t get enough money for the Canadiens when you sold them? You’re sick.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” Jurgen replied.

“I’m sure you do. It doesn’t matter anyway. This is a private party being held on private property and I have my orders.” Chris concluded.

“The owner’s wouldn’t have sold this place to Michel. They refused to sell to me last year.” Jurgen stated confidently. Then he snorted disdainfully; looking at Davenport with contempt. “What would you know about it anyway? You’re just the help.”

“I may be just ‘help’ monsieur, but I am fully informed, trust me.” Chris replied, grinning nastily. “It bothers you, doesn’t it?”

“What bothers me?” Jurgen snapped.

“Your rich friends wouldn’t sell to you, so you think it’s inconceivable that they would sell to Monsieur Samuelle. Well, they did and I think they have excellent taste.” Chris replied, grinning mockingly.

“You impertinent cur.” Jurgen growled. “No one talks to me this way.”

“Well I am, so get over it.” Chris said with malicious glee. “For your information, one of the owners you knew passed away; and he’s the one who wouldn’t sell. The survivor and his deceased partner’s heir wanted to make a few quick bucks.”

“You’re lying.” Jurgen replied as he glared at Chris through narrowed blue eyes.

Chris grinned as he noted Jurgen’s self-control fraying at the edges. If the man snapped, it would be the highlight of his week.

“Am I?” he retorted as he held up a copy of the legal papers that Madeleine had left with him just for this purpose.

“That’s a forgery.” Jurgen staunchly maintained as he vainly tried to read the document that Chris was holding just out of his reach.

“Maybe… maybe not. I wouldn’t say that too loudly if I were you. Mademoiselle Robillard tends to take offense at slurs to her professionalism. I wouldn’t want that lady for an enemy, and if you’re smart you wouldn’t either.” Chris replied seriously.

“That witch? Oh please…” Jurgen scoffed.

“That may or may not be true Jurgen, but in any case, that’s not the point.” Chris said with a dangerous smirk.

“Oh and what is the point?” Jurgen said sarcastically.

“Just this. I have instructions to keep you out sir and if you do not comply….” Chris said suggestively as he watched the playboy blanche.

“You’ll what? Rough me up?” Jurgen said snottily, not believing this turn of events.

“Whatever it takes sir.” Chris calmly replied with an malevolent grin, while speaking in a mocking voice. Then he neatly folded the documents again and stuffed them inside his inside jacket pocket. “You’ll forgive me sir, but I’m just following orders. I suggest you leave; you are not welcome.”

“You’ll be sorry… you and your whole team.” Jurgen threatened. “I have the means…”

“I doubt your ‘means’ are greater than Monsieur Samuelle’s. Bonsoir sir. I suggest you go screw someone else. Preferably yourself.” Davenport said with a grin as he watched the German spin on his heel in a fit of temper and storm off.

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