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| I'm The One Who Waits For You...; Metallica, Iron Maiden, James/OFC | |
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| Olyamet | June 21, 2010, 11:40 pm Post #421 |
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Jäger.....
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Stop it!!! I'm trying to write here and James image in Tarzan outfit is not helping Nice to see a new readers and some old ones back! @Michelle, how are you? Glad to see you back! Edited by Olyamet, June 21, 2010, 11:46 pm.
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| Auluna Raie | June 21, 2010, 11:55 pm Post #422 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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*giggle*
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| Kimmi | June 22, 2010, 2:45 am Post #423 |
Outlaw Torn
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Thanks for update, Olya ! |
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| mishmash | June 22, 2010, 12:03 pm Post #424 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I'm great, thanks! How are you? I've been catching up on your story aaaaand it's awesome Can't wait for the next update! |
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| Olyamet | June 22, 2010, 5:00 pm Post #425 |
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Jäger.....
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Love you girls! Thanks for the warm words! Here is more. (James' POV) After yesterday's talk to the detective, when he called back with great news, I felt a new hope rising within me. Last night I saw Angel in my dreams, she was smiling and telling me that she was coming home. I woke up with a strong feeling that we would be together soon. I decided that Emily was right, any time now Angel would come back and I didn't want to look like a cave man, so I went and got a hair cut and a shave. I had this feeling of strong hope all day today, I was sure she was coming home. Maybe I just convinced myself of it after that chat with my mother-in-law. Or maybe it was a sign from above in my dream... maybe, somehow, I got connected to Angel through her locket, which I'd held in my hand all night. Where are you baby? I wish I knew where to look for you... I'll give anything to have you back. My phone rang and I snapped back from my thoughts. “James here.” “Mister Hetfield, I have more news! The Brussels police called with more information on the murder case.” The familiar, usually calm voice of detective Brook sounded excited. “One name that came up in connection with the remains is Chris Benjamin Barnato.” “Motherfucker!” A low bear growl rose up from my chest when I heard that name, red light flashed in my head, and I almost crushed the small cell phone in my tightened fist. “I knew it! I told you it was him!” Fuck! We lost so much time! My wife in the hands of that psycho... “We should've trusted your instinct, but he was clean at the time... and we couldn't just go after him without any evidence...” “Where is that dick? Tell me you have him!” My voice rumbled out of my throat as I paced around the room, unable to hold my anger. He is dead, as soon as I beat out of him where he hiding her, he's fucking dead! “We traced him down back to Cambodia, Interpol agents will meet me there and we'll go in for the arrest. My plane leaves in twenty-five minutes...” “I'm going with you... no, we'll take our jet, it will be four times faster... meet me at INTL airport in one hour.” My mind was already running through the plan of action. Call the pilot, get the plane ready... call Bruce, then Lars... no first I have to tell Emily the good news... Okay, pilot, Emily, Bruce, Lars. Detective voice broke through my thoughts. “Mister Hetfield... I don't think it's a good idea for you to come... I can't let you talk to him.. and..” “Talking is the last thing I want to do to him. That scam knows where my Angel is. I'm going and it's final.” “I'm bringing two officers with me.. something tells me I'll need them...” “I'll see you in one hour.” I hung up my phone, quickly looking through the contacts for the pilot's number and at the same time making my way to the living room. (Detective Brook's POV) The plane looked crowded with three of us and four of the band/family members, it was a small family jet, and couldn't fit anymore people, otherwise both bands would be here in full. I was filling everyone in on the case, revealing information I should've kept secret, but these people had become close to me, plus, I couldn't hold my own excitement. “Barbara Carlsen called police in Brussels four days ago about her missing sister and, as usual, they told her that a missing person case starts only after fourty-eight hours. The woman insisted that her sister, Fay Carlsen, was killed and gave police pictures and a good description of the sibling. But all that was just brushed off and forgotten. Too many cases to deal with.” “I can't focking believe that rule! If someone I knew was missing, I don't focking need forty-eight hours to know for sure!” Lars raised his voice. From the time I had met him I learned that it was hard for him to be quiet for a long period of time, he had his opinion about everything and he was not shy about letting people know it. “I agree, who the fuck came up with that?” Steve joined him in conversation. “Shut it, both of you! We can talk about that later. Please continue detective.” Bruce stood up and opened the thermos. I wonder if his sister closer to his character or the opposite of him. It would be so nice to meet her in person. He handed me another cup of coffee. This would be cup number... I don't know, forty-something. I hadn't slept for more than two hours last night in total, working on the case. I felt the hot liquid soothing my throat and continued with my story. “A few days later, a crazy local treasure hunter who was searching the multiple underground tunnels that hid part of the Zenne river for years, found body parts wrapped in a tarp and anchored underwater with fishing weights. Those limbs fit the remains that were found earlier by the fishing docks. That case was given to the FBI due to a locket that was found on the body, belonging to a Misses Hetfield. The Brussels police called the FBI the day after I talked to you, Mister Hetfield. I'm so sorry I had to put you through that hell, if there was no time difference between Europe and America, and more team work between different country's police forces, I would've known all that before I called you.” “You were just doing your job... I have a higher respect for that job now, I don't think I would ever be able to do what you do. And would you please call me James.” I noticed him moving a chain on his neck and recognized Angel's locket. I took another sip of coffee and continued. “Okay James, but only unofficially, you can call me Ray, all of you guys can. Now, where was I? Oh.. yes. So, they faxed us the pictures of the tattoos that they found on the remains, one on the lower back and one on the wrist, matching two different descriptions. One was from Angel's guard's description of the girl from the bar. He remember well the butterfly tattoo on her wrist. And another from a missing person's case in Brussels, of Fay Carlsen. Everything fell into place. Barbara Carlsen was called back and questioned. She was a high class escort, working with her younger sibling in tandem, they knew the danger of their chosen profession, even working with rich men. They always had each other's backs, knowing every move and keeping all the numbers of their clients, everything unfolded and fell into the right place. The guard bragged to Fay Carlsen that he was working for Hell Angel, the famous rock star, and when the reward was posted and the media blew up with headlines about a missing guitar player, she knew she was a part of a bigger game. The sisters talked it over and decided to milk the client for money, before calling the police for the reward. Their mistake was getting too greedy, and one of them had to pay for it with her life. The number of that client was checked and the name it was registered under immediately raised red flags. His name was already in our files and we started searching for him. Last night we missed him in France by a few hours. He's back in Cambodia and unfortunately, this country's police do not work with the FBI, so we had to make a few calls to involve Interpol. After all that was done I called you James, and here we are.” I looked over my audience. James and Bruce both had same expression on their faces, mix of anger and worry. Did I make a biggest mistake in my carrier, taking this guys with me? Most likely. At least Bruce is about five feet and seven-eight inches tall, one of my assistants can handle him but James is another story. Over six feet tall, intimidating even in his normal state... fuck. “Guys, I broke all kinds of rules telling you all that, and by taking you with me. Or more like letting you take me there, so please don't interfere with the arrest. I want for it to go without any mistakes. I don't want to let this Bentley boy have any upper hand, and I do need him alive.” “All I can promise you is I won't kill him until I know where Angel is.” James' hand tightened around the armrest and I shook my head. “I know how you feel, but he's from a rich family who, I'm sure, will find the best layer their money can buy. I don't want him to walk away from this. He has to answer in full, for everything, I want him behind bars.” “He will answer for all of it, I promise you that.” James looked me square in the eyes and I read the firm decision in his face. I have to keep him away from the arrest... I can't let him near Chris. That fucker's life is not worth this man's freedom. |
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| Lenne13 | June 22, 2010, 11:06 pm Post #426 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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Olya, I'm addict in this fan fic!! I just want read more!!
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| MetalxMilitia | June 22, 2010, 11:29 pm Post #427 |
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Frantic
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I second that!
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| Auluna Raie | June 23, 2010, 12:03 am Post #428 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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I thought I might have to break my foot off in that detectives arse, but now I like him
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| Kimmi | June 23, 2010, 1:35 am Post #429 |
Outlaw Torn
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Thanks, Olya. This brightened up my morning again. I hope they will find Angel and that bastard gets caught. |
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| elena | June 23, 2010, 4:47 am Post #430 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Thank you Olya! :horns2 I'm afraid that the fucker will escape even if he will be arested because of his family.
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| the_mighty_het | June 23, 2010, 6:52 am Post #431 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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James in one step closer to finding Angel
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| mishmash | June 23, 2010, 6:30 pm Post #432 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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ouuuu, the plot thickens I can just see James beating the shit out of Chris if he ever saw him lol |
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| Hawkeye | June 24, 2010, 9:19 am Post #433 |
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Blackened
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*Still daydreaming of James in a loincloth...*
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| Auluna Raie | June 24, 2010, 11:41 am Post #434 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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*gigglesnort* |
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| Janee | June 24, 2010, 2:23 pm Post #435 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I WANT MORE! this is sooo good! I love you Olya
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