Jetfuel, Chapter 1, A Sunday Story

Posted bySuzette BenjaminPosted inPoetry
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Chapter 1

Neroot pressed her 9mm Glock 42 into her under bra sleeve designed for its concealment.

She primped and preened her Dolce and Gabanna long-sleeved lace midi dress’ bra cup around the tiny weapon to ensure its perfect fit. Anything at all out of place when she met him would be nothing short of disaster…

Translation: She would be dead on the spot.

Not her long-term plan for her new job. She planned to survive another five years in the field before the powers that be in their infinite wisdom would “invite” her into “retirement,” aka relegate her to some unknown pasture overseeing new-recruit training.

She took a deep breath and slipped her slimline phone and her suite’s key card and her ever-useful seatbelt silencer clip, into her other bra cup. She checked her hair and her makeup in the Queen Anne lace-outlined full-length mirror.

Neroot pushed up her under bra “companion,” the Glock she affectionately called, “the cleaner” one more time, and left the bridal suite at the Royal York, her home away from home.

***

Her meeting with him was at the hotel’s underground parking garage in one hour..

She took the elevator to the parking garage, as was her usual routine to scope out the area for anything out of the ordinary.

For example, a car with the engine running, a car parked in the wrong stall, or without the prestigious hotel’s authorization tag for long-term guests. Or, her gut just not feeling right about… anything.

The elevator ride was uneventful. But her gut was not happy. She resisted the urge to remove her weapon in the elevator because, of course, the elevator cameras were on.

When she exited the elevator…

Two of his men were already waiting for her… She concealed her surprise and nonchalantly…

She tried to squeeze past them:

“Excuse me gentlemen, Pardon me.”

The men blocked her way.

Then, in the awkward and tense silence in-between moments…

Suddenly…

…One of his two men raised his left arm…

Neroot’s heart jumped, skipping a beat…

Then Neroot realized he was waving a car, a dark green Audi to come forward.

The Audi slowly rolled, creeping along towards them…

Neroot was glad at least that the two men would be her shield in case there were any bullets flying about in the next few seconds.

Her heart lept again, but she was used to the pressures of suppressing her fight or flight urges…her best asset in her opinion.

The dark green Audi suddenly stopped— as it drew close enough for Neroot to see him in the driver seat.

It was then she noticed the AK47s ungainly concealed in his two men’s winter jackets…

The tinted window of the green Audi on the passenger side slowly rolled down.

Neroot started talking to herself…

“Hold your nerve, dear girl. If this is his test to see if you are armed, we are done for if you overreact.”

She sashayed slowly towards the passenger side of the dark green Audi as the car stopped with its now rolled-down passenger-side window.

She was close enough to hear the hushed tones of Audi’s trademarked purr of the car’s six-liter twin turbo V12 engine’s tire-shorn iron hooves.

His unmistakable Old Spice aftershave mingled with the “new car smell” of the dark green Audi’s lavish interior.

There appeared no one in the Audi, save for him as the driver.

His voice echoed in the confines of the car, but she still noted the dripping sweetness of his voice masking, unsuccessfully to her ears at least, the tell-tale signs of someone used to lying.

Neroot noted in her mind all the obvious signs including his early arrival that…Something was very wrong…

“Greetings, Commander N. or do you prefer your call sign “Jetfuel” these days?” He said with a counterfeit smile, “I’ve decided to move our meeting up…I hope you don’t mind. Sorry for the theatrics.”

“I’ll do you the courtesy of ignoring your sarcasm, you know full well of my highly publicized disgrace and subsequent demotion. “Jetfuel” will be just fine. Thank you.”

Neroot made a judgment call. She would do her trademark trick and appear to lock her seatbelt inserting unseen, she hoped, the seatbelt silencer device into the seatbelt lock; thus silencing the car’s seatbelt alarm.

For, she had no intention of strapping herself in a car with him.

And so, Neroot opened the car door. Without hesitation, she got in, She dipped her body slipping out the seatbelt silencer from her bra, pretending to bump into him ever so slightly as he sat stoically in the driver seat, clearly irritated and impatient at her apparent fumbling with the seatbelt.

As the green Audi drove carefully out of the Royal York Hotel’s underground parking garage onto Bay and Adelaide Streets in late Winter…

Neroot’s mind raced. “Had she been made? If so, why was she still alive?”

Meanwhile, it was not lost on her that he obeyed every traffic law implicitly, as they drove along… not his usual style from what she knew of her long-time ex-husband.

Out of seemingly nowhere…

The bullet grazed Neroot’s earlobe.

Her blood trickled warm down her left jaw as she ducked instinctively to the twang of the slight perforation in her passenger side window.

But, he did not see it coming…

He was gone in a brief second as the bullet meant for her met his left earlobe and penetrated his skull, exploding its full metal jacket payload in exchange for his life.

Rolling sideways towards his now slumped body, Neroot fumbled as she tried to control her body as it lurched forward and tossed her sliding sideways inside the Audi.

Time stood comatose…

Then, the dark green Audi lilted violently—threatening to flip over….

Without wasting a second…

Neroot grabbed the Audi’s door handle, pulled it forward, pushed the car door open, and jumped…

*** To Be Continued Next Sunday***

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

119 thoughts on “Jetfuel, Chapter 1, A Sunday Story”

  5. 🌴Dolce and Gabanna long-sleeved lace midi dress🌴

    Oooo is this the 2023 Spring Collection from the house of Dolcie and Gabanna
    Timeless, everywoman or ….should have a midi of there own

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  7. 🌴She planned to survive another five years in the field before the powers that be in their infinite wisdom would “invite” her into “retirement,” aka relegate her to some unknown pasture overseeing new-recruit training.🌴

    So no tropical island located in the Indian Ocean lifestyle as yet
    Interesting!

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  8. 🌴She checked her hair and her makeup in the Queen Anne lace-outlined full-length mirror.🌴

    So it isn’t attached to the wall?

    🌴Neroot pushed up her under bra “companion,” the Glock she affectionately called, “the cleaner” one more time, and left the bridal suite at the Royal York, her home away from home.🌴

    The Cleaner??? Lol and she is staying at the Royals York! Where is this hotel?

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    1. Re: “It isn’t attached to the wall?” Well spotted! No, it is a floor mirror with a padded upholstered frame. The Queen Anne lace is overlaid onto the padded edging.

      Regarding “where is this hotel..?”. the author has left only one clue: Bay and Adelaide streets…but more to come on location etc.

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  9. 🌴Her meeting with him was at the hotel’s underground parking garage in one hour..🌴

    These meeting places are dangerous. I’m scared already. Anytime one can disappear.

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  10. 🌴She took the elevator to the parking garage, as was her usual routine to scope out the area for anything out of the ordinary.🌴

    I would be so nervous even doing that. Good girl.

    🌴For example, a car with the engine running, a car parked in the wrong stall, or without the prestigious hotel’s authorization tag for long-term guests. Or, her gut just not feeling right about… anything.🌴

    For Sure!!!

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  13. 🌴dark green Audi suddenly stopped— as it drew close enough for Neroot to see him in the driver seat.🌴

    As in emerald or muddy water green?

    🌴was then she noticed the AK47s ungainly concealed in his two men’s winter jackets🌴

    The Avtomat Kalashnikova- deadliest weapon ever built!!!
    Shew

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  14. 🌴tinted window of the green Audi on the passenger side slowly rolled down.

    Neroot started talking to herself…

    “Hold your nerve, dear girl. If this is his test to see if you are armed, we are done for if you overreact.”🌴

    Spine crawling agony, feels like this moment is lasting forever.
    Lol, self-therapy, what in the world would she do without it.

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  16. 🌴unmistakable Old Spice aftershave mingled with the “new car smell” of the dark green Audi’s lavish interior.🌴

    Mhmmm we are go there, a trademark unmistakable Old Spice antiperspirant, deodorant, body wash, hair and beard care collection!!

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  17. 🌴voice echoed in the confines of the car, but she still noted the dripping sweetness of his voice masking, unsuccessfully to her ears at least, the tell-tale signs of someone used to lying.🌴

    Danger
    Thank goodness she knows

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  20. 🌴I’ll do you the courtesy of ignoring your sarcasm, you know full well of my highly publicized disgrace and subsequent demotion. “Jetfuel” will be just fine. Thank you.”🌴

    A fall from grace marks our heroine?
    Brilliantly introduced

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  22. 🌴Neroot made a judgment call. She would do her trademark trick and appear to lock her seatbelt inserting unseen, she hoped, the seatbelt silencer device into the seatbelt lock; thus silencing the car’s seatbelt alarm.🌴

    First move!!
    Good one

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  25. 🌴it was not lost on her that he obeyed every traffic law implicitly, as they drove along… not his usual style from what she knew of her long-time ex-husband.🌴

    This is a mindtwister
    He is her ex-husband?

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  26. 🌴Out of seemingly nowhere…

    The bullet grazed Neroot’s earlobe.

    Her blood trickled warm down her left jaw as she ducked instinctively to the twang of the slight perforation in her passenger side window.

    But, he did not see it coming…

    He was gone in a brief second as the bullet meant for her met his left earlobe and penetrated his skull, exploding its full metal jacket payload in exchange for his life🌴

    Oh my word, what an introduction to the unquenchable. The bullet changed its path!!!
    The jacket contained dollars??

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  28. 🌴grabbed the Audi’s door handle, pulled it forward, pushed the car door open, and jumped…🌴

    And so she rolls
    One chapter and scenes
    In the underground parking garage
    Of the Royal York
    Home away from Home

    👏 👏 👏 👏 Bravo
    Loading Jetful to fly to wherever Neroot takes us next week

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    1. “And so she rolls…” perfect segue.

      Happy to hear that you enjoyed the start of this tale.
      I love your sentence: “loading jetful to fly…to wherever…next week” Made me smile.

      Thank you for your brilliant comments and deep thinking throughout. Blessings and Happy Sunday.

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  29. Well the underground garage parking contained so many riveting and tense images, we definitely must follow her assignments, so I got myself a private jet too.
    You are most welcome
    Thank you too
    Have a happy and blessed Sunday too.

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    1. Happy that you enjoyed the start of the story, Keith. More to come.. Thank you.

      In response to your question: I don’t know. I come from an oral storytelling tradition/ lineage, and it’s in the DNA.

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