Eight - Two Hours

Jordan's POV

I stepped inside, the doors slid closed, and quickly found a window seat. I watched station security and the local police gather around Player One. So long, Player One, I hope your head hurts when you wake!

One down, five more to take care of and the scuzzy, Trader. I will definitely require a little lady luck to pull this off. I laugh to myself because I am no lady.

The group of five huddled around the slimeball trader and I could see an animated conversation going down. Reading lips from thirty feet is not very accurate, but it can be fun. 'Like where the fuck is Randy? Randy! I took down a Randy? The idiots looked around for the sixth member, "Randy" like he wouldn't be right fucking there at his master's beck and call.

The remaining security detail for the man looked to each other and called Player One. His cellphone ringtone played a U2 song. Randy, a U2 fan I see. I thought they heard it but I pressed the backpack to my body to suppress the music. 'I am sorry, Randy can not come to the phone right now, Little Red Poncho girl took care of him'.

Once the phone stopped ringing I pulled it out. A motherfucking five digit code to unlock this piece of crap? Randy...let's see if you have a good memory or you just know how to spell your name with numbers. 72639. Bingo. Bad memory. Sorry Randy I am in. You will feel violated but in a hygienic way. Trust me, I am a lady, HAH!

Slimeball had the men disperse in search of their team member, "Randy". I removed my red rain poncho and headed for the next train car waiting for the three that came this direction. If they were searching for Player One, I mean, Randy they would search the entire train. I found an aisle seat and waited for the men to come to this way. The seats in this car were very tall and comfortable. I bet Dad would fall asleep pretty quick in these babies.

Ewwww these guys are as slimy as their boss, hitting on the women as they searched for poor Randy. They would lean down right into their face as if they were George freaking Clooney, puke! Better look out the window, two freaks are coming this way. I've got this eerie feeling. Yep, one is stopping right fucking here.

"Hallo, I am Pierre. How are you today?" Let's call this idiot Player Two until I get his real name because it sure as hell is not, Pierre.

"Pierre, really?" Let's see if he even knows any French. "Qu'est-ce que tu me demandes?" (what the fuck are you asking me anything?) It was the best I could come up with.

"You got me. It's Pete, travelling alone?" Pete had that player smile. Petey, don't get too close...on second thought.

"I am." I was not sure I was giving him the all clear look but it was a look. I reached out gently pull him close for the offer. "The washroom?"

I had not seen a man so excited in my life. I guess it was the right look. "Ah, you are eighteen, right?" He asked trying to cover his ass.

"Would it matter?" I winked. Now I know how to wink convincingly. I think I winked at the doctor when I was born. "Let's go, Pete!" I led the way.

The third slimeball intercepted Pete and I heading to the washroom. "Hey, Sean." Pete had a stupid goofy look on his face. The kind of look guys get when they are going to unexpectedly score.

"I'm coming too. More fun with three. Remember, Pete?" Sean invited himself. Hey I had no objection, you know the old saying, 'two idiots in the washroom will be two less idiots out here' or something like that. I know it had something to do with idiots.

Just smile and lead the way. I had no idea how big the washrooms were but the answer presented itself with a handicap privy. "Come on guys." I teased them inside. They did not even think twice. Once inside I made them perform. "Show me the goods, I like a good show. Come onnnn!" I made it seem like I was begging for it.

Sean elbowed Pete as they tore their jackets off. They kicked their shoes off then their long sleeve shirts. Soon they were down to their boxers before I stopped the strip off. "Boys! My turn!" The two stood there with their goofy, 'I'm about to get sex looks'.

I snapped the chest lock of my backpack and they were a little confused. "I don't want my backpack flopping around....while I kick your asses!" Standing in front of the toilet I stepped up onto the seat and sprang forward kicking Sean on the side of the face. Pete was fast enough to miss my second kick but as I landed I yanked his boxers down. He must have felt self conscious because he immediately covered his twig and berries.

I then landed four quick punches to his chest before I gave Pete a right uppercut to his kidney freezing him in pain. Sean didn't think he had enough so I elbowed him in the chin before using my same left arm to finish Pete off with my Dad's favorite punch, the left cross. With Sean leaning forward I finished him off driving my knee up and meeting his chin. I believe I heard his jaw crack.

The two were unconscious. I quickly tied their hands with their own shirts then sat them up against the washroom wall. Pete looked up at me in a cloudy haze. "Who the fuck are you?" He asked.

"Your worst nightmare, Bitch! If I catch any of you fuckers anywhere close to children ever again. I will personally rip the hearts from each and every one of you. You live today. Your friends live today. But next time I am judge, jury and executioner. Capisci? That was a question...Do you understand?"

Pete was hesitant and looked to his buddy Sean but Sean was bloodied and unconscious. "Yeah, I understand."

"Good!" I ruthlessly punched Pete one last time knocking him out, again. I collected their cellphones, washed my hands then pulled a metal clip from a dispenser. Next I slowly opened the door to the washroom. Being so early in the trip, there was no one waiting. I slipped out and picked the lock to lock the door. The occupied sign was lit.

I now had three cellphones. And about an hour and forty five minutes to get three more idiots and the Slimeball.

I found a comfortable seat on the aisle to keep an eye out for the last three. Let's see who called Randy. 72639. Last call. Well lucky me, it wasn't Petey or Sean Sean. Harry? What the hell? Is this a boy band or bodyguards? I returned the call and listen for a phone ringing. "Where are you, Harry?"

I listened for a cellphone ringing but none was heard. I sat back and watched the activity of the passengers while touching base with Windy.

Me: Hey Win, are you there?

Windy: Here, Kiddo. I see you are on the train to Amsterdam. It was you in the red poncho, right?

Me: You know my style. How's Dad?

Windy: He is resting. Don't worry about your father. Need some help?

Me: 3 down. 3 to go. I think they had a 2 for 1 sale with these idiots.

Windy: Be Careful, Kiddo. The lead henchman is usually a smart cookie.

Me: I hear you, Win. How are the girls? Aja?

Windy: Don't worry Kiddo! I'm on it. Focus on the Trader. There is help in Amsterdam when you get there.

Me: 90 minutes. How do I get back to Dad?

Windy: You don't. Where do you want to go after Amsterdam?

Me: I'll get back to you on that, Win.

Time passed quickly and I noticed the three hanging out with the Trader. Something about a new plan. Maybe they knew they were being hunted but they did not know it was me. Then they dialed one of the guys cellphones I took. It was going crazy inside my backpack. Was Sean hard of hearing? That is fucking loud!

I ducked out of sight to no avail. One of the henchmen walked directly for me.

"Hallo, oui, this is Jean!" That gravelly voice was familiar. Right behind me was Jean. Why the hell was he here?
He laughed, "non non! Au revoir."

The henchman stopped as I greeted Jean as my father. "Papa!" It worked but I am running out of time.

"Is there a problem?" Jean asked the henchman before tucking his cellphone into his jacket pocket.

"No problem, sir." He turned and shrugged as he looked at the Trader and the two remaining.

Jean spoke to me like I was a little girl. I understand he doesn't know me. But seriously, am I that baby faced? I needed his help. A diversion.

"Jean, enough with the little girl shit. I am here to take those four men down in the next fifteen minutes. Want to help?" I asked the middle aged Belgian.

Jean looked to the Trader and the three bodyguards then back to me. "You're are really crazy, like your father. Those are the men who beat your father to the brink of death. I recognize them now!" Jean tried to talk me out of it by calling me crazy.

"Jean, I can handle them. I just need a distraction. Get the innocent people out of harm's way." Jean was not buying what I was trying to sell him on my slimeball layaway plan.

"You! You're a child." Jean, you said the wrong thing.

"I get very defensive when someone tells me I can not do something...some would say...crazy!" I gave my best crazy eyes look which was lame. I am certain Jean did feel I was crazy now.

"Okay, Kid! What's your plan?" Jean relented and I filled him in.

Jean got up muttered that I was crazy but he quietly closed the emergency exit between the two cars just behind my seat and set out on his task.

"Pardon et moi, madame et monsieur. Feu!" (Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. Fire! Jean yelled rushing people forward to the next car. The Trader and his men were not buying it. Perfect! When Jean had the other people in the forward car he locked that emergency door leaving the four men and Fun Time Barbie with me.

I pulled the hoodie down over my eyes. You know trying to be mysterious and all that. Well, it was met with laughter by the remaining people in the car. You already know how I feel about being underrated and well a whole bunch of other stuff that just pissed my off for the past two days. Don't get me started!

In the words of Dead Pool, "hit it Dolly!" I placed Randy's cellphone on top of one of the comfy seats. Cranked the old Dolly Parton's 1980 song '9 to 5'. I don't believe they got the reference. I bet Deadpool knows what's gonna happen next. I thought it was fitting and kinda funny. The idiots did not laugh.

The three remaining bodyguards ran towards me and I reciprocated because I am really a nice girl. As I approached, let's call this guy, Happy. As I approached Happy I used an arm rest to spring into the air kneeing 'Happy' in the forehead with my left knee like I was running the hurdles for track. Maybe Happy is Harry? I didn't clear Happy's head and he had an awful case of whiplash. As my knee came clear, let's call the next guy, Chuck. Chuck was in my power zone and I think they call it a Superman punch. Well Chucky's jaw must have been made of glass because he too was down.

Now can you believe it? The third guy started running the other way. Let's call this guy, Misty. Why Misty? He will be crying a little later trying to explain what happened here to the Amsterdam police. Well, 'Misty' ran to the emergency door looking for a way out. I politely asked Trader Bob not to move and he nodded thinking it was kinda funny seeing the guys get taken out.

Misty tried feverishly to open the door Jean locked from the far side. He slowly turned and could not choose which way to go. Then the idiot put his head down and rushed me! A girl! I turned as he reached me grabbed him in a headlock and bull dogged him into the carpeted floor. Misty's cheek had a rug burn, but he would not find that out until he woke from unconsciousness. Poor Misty, always be nice to girls!

I know what you are thinking, there's one more! Trader Bob. And you are right, the slimy human trafficker. I did not forget the trader. I picked myself up off the nasty carpet and sat across from the thief of innocence and just looked at him. He opened his mouth but I stopped him from speaking. Dolly was still singing.

"There is nothing you can say that could possibly make me change my mind. I smell the stench of arrogance, I hear the liars laughter and feel for the ones you have led to their death. For a few dollars and the feeling of power over the poor." I let that sink into the traders mind.

"May I leave now?" Fun Time Barbie spoke.

"I don't think so." Then I looked at the trader. "You should hear the punishment. The part where you believe I am here to just hand you over to the authorities. But that is not happening. Your guys, sure, but you have destroyed so many lives there is no way you get to go to prison."

The beads of sweat were being released at a very high rate gathering at his collar. "You had the leader of the People beaten to within an inch of his life. For that, I will make you suffer."

"I am CIA." The trader divulged.

"I am working for the People." I answered. I got Windy on the cellphone. "Hey, Trader Bob says he is CIA. Here's his new mug shot. I captured his image and sent it to Windy.

"He is, Kid." Windy replied. "Special Agent Hobbs."

"No way!" I slapped the bastard out of frustration. I didn't care, he had my father's life in his hands and decided he wasn't worth it. "Wait a minute!" I took a closer look at the Trader. He was wearing a thin mask.

I punched the man claiming to be Special agent Hobbs and while he was dazed I ripped the remaining mask off revealing a similar featured man but not the CIA he claimed to be.

"One more thing, Win. Have the camera memories deleted. Trader Bob has a date with destiny. And she's a mean Bitch!" I knew Windy had no idea what I was talking about. I seemed to recall a 'whatever' before I shut down the conversation.

I looked at Barbie, "You may leave now." She gathered her bags and walked to the door where Jean was waiting with other passengers.

"This is not your day, Trader. You don't get the girl, I ruined your makeup and now I will give you to the US Embassy for impersonating a CIA operative that you likely killed."

The motherfucker pushed me and ran for an exit. I followed the trader and watched him break the seal on the emergency exit, he pushed the door and it ejected. He looked back at me then jumped. At about 180 miles an hour the Trader's body will be a shattered mess.

I motioned for Jean to keep the door closed. It would be safer for the passengers. My cellphone went off, it was Windy again. "Hey Kiddo!"

"Win! The trader jumped from moving train! It is done. I think I want to go to Ghana. Can you set that up?" I personally wanted to see Aja get home.

"Your father is down we will need you to take his place while he is recovering." Windy waited for me to respond and I really had to think if this was the life I wanted.

"I get the feeling Windy, you are going to take allll the fun out of life." I said jokingly to get her reaction.

"Kiddo, you are just the person who will make real changes to the world." She changed gears quickly. "The train is pulling in. Get the guy to open the door. Do not leave from that car. Got it, Kiddo?"

"Got it, Win. And Win?" I knew she was still listening. "Thanks."

I walked to the door where Jean was standing guard for me. Okay, he looked like a grumpy old man waiting for a public washroom. But he was there for me.