Short chapter…just a fair warning… :)

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Donald Watson was sick to his stomach. At any given moment, he felt as though he would he would vomit right on the dashboard of his partner's police car.

The two had been called to do a protective detail on a large, fancy beach house on one of the most prestigious beaches of the Hamptons. He didn't even want to know what this rich person had gotten themselves into that caused the need for not one but two cops keeping watch outside their house. It wasn't long before a single car pulled up across the street of him. Immediately noticing the missing license plates, Donald pulled out his walkie-talkie quickly, intending to send a quick shout out to his partner, down the street a way.

He didn't have time to say much however. Two men dressed in black got out of the car, glancing around them suspiciously before taking off for the side of the house, hands going to their belts where guns were holstered. Immediately, Donald jumped out of the car, running up to the front door of the house.

He was feeling quite proud of himself when he got the couple to his partner's car safely. From what he could see, they weren't being closely followed, either. In his rush of adrenaline, it took him a full three or four miles down the road before he turned to talk to his partner.

Only Officer John Hart was not the man sitting beside him. Whoever the stranger was took notice of Donald finally seeing him. With a sly, calm smile and a pointed look, he lightly patted the gun on his fake police belt and held his hand out expectantly.

"Could I borrow your phone? I threw mine in the trunk with the rest of the stuff." The man spoke. Donald almost externally cringed, but managed to hold it in. He cautiously handed over the phone, listening intently as he stared out the opposite window.

"Hey, this is Officer Hart. We've got our persons in the back-yah, some creeps showed up and were acting pretty suspicious-Sure thing…we'll be there in 15."

The man hung up the phone, handing it back to Donald without another word. A glance in the review mirror showed him that the two in the backseat looking somewhat shaken, but not suspicious or uncomfortable. He let out a content sigh. Yes, everything was going according to plan.

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Yahh I know I know..rreeaaallllyyyy short…but I felt the need to end it. :) I'll try reeeaaallllllyyy hard to update soon :D

Good news for you readers, though! Apparently, I've been condemned to the life of a cripple for the rest of the summer…soooo you know what that meeaannsss…lots of sitting around bored! O.o Sucks majorly for me…but updates ranging closer together than like once a week will probably happen! Not immediately, I'm sorry to say :( I babysit all day Monday-Wednesday…but…that's about it.

Also…Although all ecstatic with the feeling of reviews again after this long hiatus I took…I checked my story stats and it went down like…from 700 to 350… O.O aanndddd in case anybody reading this doesn't right…that's a major punch to the gut of the motivation gland of a writer. So plleeaassseeee help me feel better…Review?