Devil's Destiny: Part 2
"Jaxx and I are on a case that's brought us here to Frisco. And I, uh," Sonya stopped, and closed her eyes tight. 'He ain't gonna let me live this down, I know it.' "I need your help with something."

"You're here? In Frisco? Huh, imagine that." There was another pause, and Sonya held her breath. 'Shit, here it comes.' "Sure. What do you need?" Sonya sighed inwardly.

"I don't want to talk about it over the phone. Can we meet somewhere?"

"Well, I'm near the Syracuse Bar down on 50th and Lantana."

"I'll be there in 20 minutes." Before giving him the chance to say farewell, Sonya hung up, got her shoes on, and hurried out the door.

Pound. Pound. Bang. Pound.

"Ugh." More pounding. "Not now." The pounding continued. "All right, all right, I'm up!" Grumbling followed the figure that climbed out of bed and walked to the door. "Yes?"

"You moron fucking dumbass bitch toe-sucking scum!" Jaxx closed his eyes and leaned against the wall as Sonya walked past him, swearing all the while. 'Who says Folgers is the best way to start your day?'

"Something wrong, lieutenant?" She huffed as she sat down on the bed.

"Yeah, this whole operation!" Jaxx shut the door and moved over to make a cup of coffee.

"I'm listening. Oh, and did you get to talk to Johnny?" Jaxx dodged the pillow aimed at his head. "I take that as a yes."

"He says the only way we can get close to Balford is by getting on the set."

"Yeah?"

"So he's offering to take me in as a stunt double."

"So?"

"So?! So, he wants me to go in as some dumb blonde California girl hoping to get a bit of fame!"

"So?" Jaxx turned to the fuming officer and choked back a laugh. 'Oo, boy, she's pissed.' "Is there anything else?"

"Jaxx, you bastard! There's no way in hell I'm acting like some blonde teenager who's got more nail polish bottles than IQ points!" Jaxx took a sip from his rich, black coffee and sighed with content.

"Well, surely you're not expecting me to go undercover as a blonde model." He snickered behind his cup as Sonya sighed in exasperation and flopped back on the bed.

"How the hell do I get myself into these situations?"

"It's part of the job." 'Part of the job, my ass,' Sonya hissed in her mind. She closed her eyes and sighed again.

"I love my job. I really do. I really love my job." Jaxx laughed and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"So, when do you get on the set, Miss Supermodel?" Twenty minutes later, Jaxx finished applying the cool towel to his coffee burnt hands. "When will I learn to keep my mouth shut?"



Sonya pulled into the twenty-foot long driveway that led up to the luxurious white beach house. Through the tall windows, Sonya could see a chandelier hanging over a long spiral staircase. The gardens were decorated with sand and seashells, aside pretty sunflowers and roses. 'Interesting combination,' she thought. The roof was a pale peach, and the windows were open, the curtains drawn, to reveal the large rooms inside. As she reached the five-car garage, Sonya slowed down and brought her motorcycle to a stop. She knocked down the kickstand and removed her helmet as she walked toward the house. She pressed the doorbell and waited patiently.

"Just a sec!" Sonya tapped her foot, and a moment later, Johnny was in front of her. in only a towel. Sonya's eyes bulged for a second, but she got herself under control.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" He looked relatively shocked, almost stricken, but Sonya ignored it. She pushed her way past him and glanced about the interior before focusing back on him.

"All right, I need to get on the set, and if being this stunt double is the only way, then so be it. I need more information though-"

"Uh, Sonya, could we discuss this outside maybe?" Johnny cut in nervously.

"-Need you to keep an eye on Balford for me. Now I know what you're gonna say, like you did last night-"

"Sonya."

"-But I've have my suspicions about him and whether he's your friend or not, he still must be watched closely."

"That's all well and good but-"

"There's one more thing I want to make clear," Sonya continued, obviously oblivious to Johnny's pleas to get a word in edge wise. "This is strictly business, Cage, so if we end up working together on the set, make sure you remember that. There will be no more relationships between us, is that understood?" But Johnny was no longer looking at Sonya. Instead, he was staring over her shoulder. "What?" Sonya turned, and her heart flopped to her stomach.

"Who is this, honey?" Sonya stared at the 5'9 raven-haired blue-eyed beauty dressed only in a silk bathrobe before her. Her hair was straight and thick and fell about her shoulders in a graceful mess. She was darkly tanned, and it looked well with her hair. Thin but strong, Sonya could tell she worked out and from her confident posture, probably knew self- defense, or some type of martial arts. The woman also spoke with an accent that hinted her background to be Australian.

"Nise, uh," Johnny stuttered for a moment but in a moment seemed to get his voice back. "Nise, this is Sonya Blade. She's an old friend of mine. Sonya, I'd like you to meet Nise Kalon, my girlfriend." Nise stepped forward and held out her hand.

"Soon to be fiancÚ, I hope." She smiled widely at Johnny, and Sonya felt a slight tinge creeping into her cheeks as she numbly shook the other woman's hand. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Blade. John here has spoken of you before, about a tournament you two competed in. He's complimented your fighting skills quite often."

"Yes, well I'm glad he can give credit where credit is due," Sonya answered confidently.

"He said you lived over in DC, though. So what brings you here? On vacation?"

"No, ma'am, I'm working on a case. Johnny has offered to help me out." Nise smiled and moved to wrap her arms around her lover.

"Yes, well, John has become very compassionate for others, so it doesn't surprise me." As she smiled at Sonya, the lieutenant could almost detect a hint of coldness in her voice. a harsh glint in her eyes that didn't match her smile. "But, you two are probably discussing something important, so I'll leave you to your work. John," she turned his head toward her as she spoke. "Denise and I are going out shopping today and I'm going to get my hair done for that grand yacht party at Mickey's tonight. So, if you're back late from your shoot." She trailed off and pulled him into a sweet but hard kiss that lasted for a moment. When she pulled away, her eyes shifted to Sonya, and the fighter clenched her fists behind her back at the mocking glance she received. "Have a good day at work, John. Miss Blade." She nodded and turned to quickly dart up the stairs.

Johnny watched his lady run up, and bowed his head. Sonya realized he seemed hesitant to look at her.

"I'll leave a note with the director about you. Have him call you in today. All you need to do is run a few obstacles and you'll be in." Sonya noticed he was blushing.

"She's nice, Johnny. You two go well together."

"I'll see you on the set," he replied, and Sonya watched him for a moment before he led her to the door. She walked outside and listened to the door close behind her. There was something so final in that simple action, and Sonya was overwhelmed with the urge to break something. Instead, she got on her bike and took Paradise Lane next to the beach, reaching 120 MPH to get out her anger.

Two hours later, she pulled into the hotel parking lot and went up to her room where she took a long hot shower. When she came out her phone was ringing.

"Hello?"

"Sonya, hey. I've been trying to reach you for the past hour."

"Oh, hi, Johnny. Yeah, I was out riding. What do you want?" Sonya winced at her tone, and tried to soften it. 'Knock if off, bitch, you have no reason to be so pissed. except at the way the whore flaunted over hi-'

"I talked to the director, he wants to see you." Sonya's heart froze for a moment.

"Did you tell him my name?" she asked in a panic.

"No, I told him I had run into you at the beach, and I forgot." She sighed. "Figured you didn't want to use your actual name, and you'd make one up."

"Good, cause that's exactly what I'm doing. How do I meet him?"

"Get some paper and a pen, and I'll give you the address." Hurriedly, she copied down the directions.

"Ok, great, thanks Johnny. Do me a favor, call him up and let'im know I'm on my way over to meet him. And the name is Maeve Freso. Got it?"

"Yeah, sure. Sonya, uh, listen. about earlier."

"Don't worry about it, Johnny. I'll talk with you later." She hung up as he tried to get her attention. Honestly, she didn't want to talk about earlier. It just hurt too much. She growled and hit a pillow. 'And it's not supposed to hurt.' Over to the closet she walked and she changed into some comfortable street clothes to meet Mr. Horner.

Sonya parked her bike and walked toward the small office building surrounded by trailers as people involved with the set hurried about carrying camera equipment, lights, food, makeup kits, and other things she couldn't name. Out of one office she saw a beautiful blonde woman storm away, her face twisted in anger and dirty words passing her mouth with every step she took. Funny, she looked really familiar. Sonya shrugged, approached the door marked Mr. James Horner and knocked.

"Come on in!" Sonya entered and found herself to be standing on what looked like the only clean spot in the place. Papers were scattered all over the floor. Coffee mugs lay strewn about the furniture. Overgrowing plants covered the windowsills and the desk was one huge mound of blue prints, scripts, and what appeared to be weeks old Chinese food, with a dash of Thai and McDonalds splashed in for color. Sonya's eyebrow quirked at the little bald man ruffling through the mess, searching for something that must have been of great importance, judging by the concerned frown of his chubby face.

"Uh, hello?" Sonya didn't know what to do, so just stood stupidly as crumbled up papers, napkins, and Big Mac boxes flew past her.

"Um, I'll be with you in just a sec. I just have to find my-ah ha! Got it!" Out from under some typed documents came a.

"A yo-yo?" Sonya was actually beginning to get worried that her IQ points were already dropping from just standing in the same room as this guy.

"Yeah, it brings me good luck and helps me relieve stress. So," he turned to her with a valiant sigh and let the yoyo fall from his fingers. Sonya groaned to herself as she watched it light up and play 'Jingle Bells.' "What can I-" He stopped as he gasped.

"What?" Sonya turned behind her to see what he was staring at.

"Oh my, God. You're perfect!" Sonya blushed at his sudden compliment.

"Excuse me?"

"Be in my movie." Sonya's eyes widened.

"Well, actually, that's what I came to talk with you about. I heard you were hiring stunt doubles, and I-"

"Are you the girl Cage sent?" Sonya nodded. "Forget stunts! How would you like to be the main star?" Sonya blinked and stood dumbly for a minute.

"I-I'm sorry- Excuse me?" The director laughed and came over to shake her hand.

"My lead female, Sandra Hess, she just walked out because she need more time to be with her husband and she just can't get away from the set. I was frantic because we need her, but you. you'll be perfect. I can have you starting tomorrow." He turned away from her and looked rapidly about the room for a script.

"Wait, you don't even know my name!"

"Maeve, was it? Beautiful. I'll pay you 2.7 million to work for me." Slack jawed and bug eyed, Sonya could say nothing as a script was thrust into her hands, and she was lead outside.

"Hey, Mark! Get Miss Maeve her a security clearance pass onto the set. She'll be taking Hess' place in the movie!" He turned back to the speechless lieutenant. "All right, you study some of those lines tonight, and we'll start filming tomorrow. You said you were interested in being a stunt double, now you are your own stunt double, ok? Great. Have a look around the set, and I'll see you tomorrow. Then, you'll get to meet your co-workers. Oh, thank God you're here!" Suddenly, the director turned away and ran. no, wait, skipped back to his office like a leprechaun who just found his pot of gold. Sonya looked at the heavy script in her hands, and realized just how much trouble she'd gotten herself into. 'Something tells me this is gonna be one helluva case.'
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