Team QueSt: The Next Generation Upheavals Part 2 It had turned out that since Exekiel Rage had gotten involved with organized crime, and since Mica had been involved in these same circles for many years-- both before and after her involvenment with the Quests-- that it would not be too hard to find her. A few phone calls to some strategic connections would bring her to him. ***** "Miss Celestra-- an important call for you." said Mia, a petite Italian firl who was one of many servants on Celestra Ricci's Sicilian estate. Celestra went into her office, and switched her holomonitor on conference mode. A familiar face immediately came onto the screen. "Ezekiel Rage." said Celestra. "It has been a long time." "Yes, Mica. It has." Mica Monesson had gotten involved with the Italian mob scene some years earlier, and had married one of the top mob bosses in Sicily. Alberto Ricci was one of the most infulenital gangsters at the time, until he died mysteriously four years earlier, and Mica inherited his entire operation, as well as his estate. Mica, being the wealthy mob mistress that she had become, had barely aged in the past ten years. She still had her slim figure and seductress image, maintained by expensive plastic surgery and trendy health techniques. She still looked young in the face, but in such a way that the skin was pulled so taught and her make-up was so thick, that it definately made her look artificial. "I have an opportunity for you to settle an old score. And in doing so, you will also be helping me settle one as well." answered Rage. An evil, sly grin crept across Mica's face. "I have been waiting for a long time for the chance to even the score with the Quests, but I have never quite known how to go about it. Tell me where you are, and my private jet will fly you to my estate, and then you could tell me what you have in mind." ***** Two days later, Ezekiel Rage was welcomed to Mica's estate, and escorted up to her office. Rage stepped in and saw Mica seated behind a huge Mahogony desk. She got up and stepped around to the front. Rage's eyes opened wide as he couldn't help but not ice the tight, low-cut, black Morticia Addams style dress that clung to Mica's shapely figure. "Come now, Zeke! If you keep staring, I'll be forced to roll my hair and put on a sweat suit!" "A-hem!" coughed Rage. They sat down, and Rage filled her in. As he was doing so, another sly grin crept across her face. "The answer to this is so simple, it's almost funny!" laughed Mica. "What do you have in mind?" asked Rage, leaning over and trying not to stare too hard at Mica's ample cleavage. "The best way to do this is to go through the Singhs, which serves my purposes as well. Tearing down the Singhs will tear down the Quests, Quest Enterprises, and possibly all of Southeast Asia, if not the world! I have connections all through the Asian underground. All I have to do is place a call to an old friend." Rage smiled evilly as Mica told him the rest of her plan. ***** It was another day in Bangalore as the questionable elements of the city tried to continue making a dishonest living, despite the crackdowns on organized crime the Maharajah had made some years earlier. The Maharajah and his family were despised by thes e elementsm and they welcomed any chance that came their way to put a blow in the Rajah's plans. The worst of these was Sandeep Chakar, Bangalore's most notorious gangster, and the hardest hit by the Rajah's reforms. He was busy tallying his losses then there was a knock on the door. A big, burly man in a red turban peeked through the sliding pane l to see a slim figure in a long, hooded robe, but was captivated by her exotic eyes and pale skin. Without thinking, he opened the door and let her in. She immediately dropped the robe, and the guard's mouth dropped as she was clad in a tight, sleeveless, black minidress. As she bent over to pick up her robe, her skirt rode up, and being that someth ing underneath was missing, gave the guard quite an eyefull. "Who was it?" shouted Sandeep from the main chamber. "Hold on to this for me." said Mica as she threw her robe to the guard. Sandeep was getting up and about ready to storm out to the front area when Mica sauntered into his office. "Hello, Sandeep." said Mica seductively as she sat casually on the edge of his desk and crossed her legs as she lit a cigarette. "It's been a while." Sandeep walked over to her and started running his thick, dark hand up her long, smooth, white leg. She took her hand and moved it. "No time for that, old friend. Perhaps later." Sandeep had a scowl building on his face. "No need for hostility, at least towards me, anyway. By the looks of things around here, it seems the Maharajah's reforms have hit you pretty hard." "Is that why you are here?!? To gloat?!?" screamed Sandeep. "On the contrary, I am here to help. See, I am family to the Rajah. The Maharani is my half-sister, and I have a score to settle with her... with all of them. And in order to do that, I need your help. You are the best connected man in Bangalore, wit h ties all over India. Ties with the Muslims, ties with the Sikhs.. even ties in Pakistan. Things are delicate now, on the verge of civil war. I say we stir things up a little... move things along." Sandeep's burly, ample figure dwarfed Mica as he went up to her and took her in his massive arms. He leaned down and started biting on her neck. "I like how you think." he growled, as he picked her up, carried her into a back room, and shut the door behind them. ***** Two weeks had passed and the Quests and Singhs were enjoying their time together as things seemed to be settling down somewhat in Bangalore, and the Singh's worries started to subside. Unknown to them was the fact that the situation was only temporary. The entire family was seated in the living room, with the children playing on the floor. The phone rang, and Jessie got up and answered it. "Hello? Yes... yes he is. Hold on." said Jessie. "Hadji, it's Sharad. There's some major trouble going down in Bangalore." |