Chapter 2 Outside The Uniform. Catherines Life

Nightfall

She parked her car outside of the gate of her household. She then opened her purse and took out a remote controller. She centered it towards the gate and plodded on the button. The gate slid to the side, there after she gently placed her foot on the accelerator and drove in. She then haulted and turned to her back, while doing so she centered the remote controller towards the gate once more. She plodded on it and this caused the gate to slide back. She then drove her car into the garage and parked it there. She climbed off the vehicle and entered her household through the back door of the garage. She met with a section that led her into a passage. She walked inside the passage and strang along with the trail of petals that were placed on the floor.

The trail of petals led her to the kitchen wherein she found her husband pouring a glass of violet wine. A smile dazzled across her face and she replied by saying, "Jason?!" Jason fixed his eyes towards hers and closed the lid of the bottle after utilizing it. "Surprised?" She replied with a glee, "Yes when did you..." "Sshhh," he added as sauntered towards her, he t grabbed her wrist and exchanged a smooch on the upper side of her hand. She was flattered and this resulted to her cheeks turning red. He then pulled her to the dinning table, upon doing so he pulled out a chair for her. She sat down while he tucked her in and clasped his fingers onto her shoulders. He applied force to her shoulders by firmly gripping onto them and massaged her. "Ah...Jason," she moaned as butterflies blossomed in her stomach. He lowered his lips towards her ear and whispered, "Sshhh... relax...tonight its all about you." She then shut her eyelids while he continued to yoke her as her mind released a reward hormone which enlightened her. "Your shoulders are intense. Rather I do not blame you, after all you have been working gradually hard." She opened her eyelids and glanced at him, "But I've barely been at home. This is...this is... this is unjust. It shou...It should be me whose doing this."

"Like I said dear... This is your night. Please relax." She replied with a smile and responded by saying, "gee...thanks babe." He then transitioned into another massage exercise by using the under side of his hand, like a warrior who chops trees with the edges of his hand. He gently chopped her shoulders, this caused her to prolong her exhale. Afterwards he departed and went to the stove. He brought a plate of spaghetti and meatballs and placed it in front of her. He took a glass of wine and place it aside of her dish. She took a fork from the side and struck the meatball, she twirled the pool of noodles into a coil. There after, she placed the fork in her mouth and gnawed the meatball into chunks. She swallowed the bolus and grabbed a cloth, she wiped a red sauce from the side of her mouth. "This is simply deluctable. You do realize that it was not necessary for you to plunged yourself in the mud for plain, simple old me don't you?" He took a seat and included in the meal as well. "If necessary, I would go through blistering scorches for you hun." "Nchoo that is so sweet. You truly are the best."

Suddenly her phone buzzed from her pocket. She wiped her hands with a cloth and swipped the virtual button. She placed the device next to her ear and answered the call, "Hello." "Hi Catherine please pardon me for troubling you. However a dreadful crise has occured. " She increased her voice projection, "Chris! What are you talking about? What is going on?" "Its mother Catherine! She collapsed jsut recently!" Catherine froze in suspended animation while the the pace of her heart gradually increased. Christina responded by calling her out. "Hello! Catherine! Are you still there!" She snapped back to reality and answered her call. "Yes of course! Where are you now?!" "We are currently inside an ambulance, rushing to the hospital downtown." She took a consecutive of 4 seconds to reply to her call. "I'll be there in a sec!" She dropped the call and arose to her feet. She put on her coat while Jason gazed at her with discombobulation. "Whats going on? I thought that you said that my food was deluctable." "Its not you, its just that...my mother was recently rushed to the hospital." His eyeballs ballooned out of proportion. "What? When did this happen?" "Just recently." He also arose to his feet. "Let me grab my keys and we will be on our way." He rushed to the drawer and took out his own key cars.

Meanwhile

Taylor and his men allocated to an unknown location, a location so abandoned yet so daunting. Only the walking dead would dare set their sights on a repugnant setting. It was an abondened warehouse. The ground flurished of a white mist, droplets sinking down from the rickity roof tops, essentially falling to the ground. "Splash!". A yellow light luminated through the thick fog, "Vrrm Vrim!!!" The sound of an engine roared from afar, while the wheels of the vehicle circled a complete rotation. The vehicle was a white limo; it haulted on it's tracks while the driver switched of the vehicle. There after the front door opened, a masculine figure stepped out. He wore black sun glasses, enclothed in a black tuxedo and fine curly hair. He pottered towards the back door, upon arriving there, he opened the door as a chubby little man stepped out. In his clutches was silver briefcase, garned with straight engravings. The chubby little man proceeded forth towards the warehouse while his goon followed after him. They entered the combusted building and from the far end, Taylor and his men were lined up in front of the vehicles that they had stolen. When the chubby man and his goon approached them. He looked no further and appraoched them as well. "Winstone!" Taylor said with a smile, carved on his face. "Mr Runners," replied Mr Winstone. The 2 shook hands. "My my, your delivery has greatly exeeded my expectations," said Mr Winstone while he removed the shades and placed them inside his pocket. Mr Winstone marched forth and shone a glaze on a silver Lumboghini Veneno. Taylors men stepped aside while he walked past and placed his hand on the bonnet of the vehicle. "Blood Line surely epitomizes his legacy." He then caressed the texture of the vehicle and looked up with a chuckle. "Tell me Mr Winstone. What do you think." "I am without words." Talyor chuckled as Mr Winstone continued, "though with that said I reward those who pour their souls into their desired tasks." He stepped foward and handed the briefcase to him. "This is a gift from yours truly." Taylor grabbed hold of the briefcase and shook his hands with him once more. "Pleasure doing business with you," said Mr Winstone. "No the pleasure is all mine." Mr Winstone took a few steps further and turned his face to the side "Send my greetings to dear Blood Line." "Sure will do." Mr Winstone and his goon returned to the limousine; meanwhile Taylors men loaded the cars onto a truck's carraidge from outside. Meanwhile, Taylor dialled his superiors numbers, there after he proceeded to call him. His superior (Blood Line) Picked up the call. "Is it done?" Blood Line inquired. "Yes boss." "Good! Move away from that spot at once. The last we need is to leave clues." "Consider it done."