Post by Annabelle LeValle on Nov 3, 2008 20:57:46 GMT -5
Annabelle, stoic, violent, and somewhat psychotic, stared at her brother's desk with a heavy heart. Anton was still a captive of Josetta, and had been for over a month.
She sat down and tried to clear away her feelings of helplessness. She knew she would find Hart and make that lying wench pay some day. It was only a matter of time.
Then, after Anton was safe and Hart dead, then LeValle would let herself grieve for her mother, and her father, tragically lost in a sabotage attempt from a jealous competitor years ago.
She began to sift through his files. Annabelle did not want to let any outstanding agreements or business fall through the cracks due to her brother's abudction. She hit a few buttons on a datapad, and spent the next hour going over every financial record of his she could find.
And then she saw something that made her blood run cold.
Plans for investments, contingencies and appointments for a large sum of money, made only a week before he recieved that money. This in and of itself would not have been odd, had this not been plans for a sum and various land and investment holdings that had exactly matched his inheritance. These plans had been designed to go into effect the very day after their mother had died, leaving them the sole heir to the LeValle fortune.
She scanned his bank transfers then, knowing what she would find but needing to see it for herself.
One thousand credits. To both of the two soldiers who had gunned down her mother. She scanned it further and got the names of two other of her soldiers, with much higher bribes. A transaction to be completed in only a few days.
Annabelle stared at this for another hour. The pieces in her head did not want to slide together.
Even though she was younger than her brother by a large margin, she was still technically in line for part of the inheritance.
She closed her eyes and whispered, "No."
Her father's death had been a bit suspicious. No one was quite sure who would have sabotaged his new rocket design. It would have had to have been someone very clever. A genius, maybe.
"No." She muttered again.
They had told her Anton had paid them. The LeValle fortune was massive, easily in the top ten richest people in the solar system. A few thousand credits was nothing. Especially if one was anticipating a large influx of cash in the near future. Like an inheritance.
"Stop it." She told herself, trying desperately to stifle the connections being made.
And it looked like in a few days he was planning for another influx of wealth. An amount roughly equal to her inheritance.
"No!" She screamed, and slammed her hook into the databad, skewering it hanidly. Then she tapped her comm and said, "Mr. Douglas, bring Mr. Willis and Mr. Tayler to my brother's office immediately." as calmly as she could.
After about fifteen minutes, the black-eyed man entered the room, the two somewhat nervous crewmen ahead of him.
"What was my brother going to pay you to do?" Annabelle asked quietly. They looked at each other, and then Tayler, the bald one, said, "I don't know what you're talking about, ma'am."
"I've seen the evidence, fool. He paid you to do something. Just like he paid those bastards who shot my mother. So what did he pay you to do?" She asked calmly.
Willis went for his gun. He was, literally, disarmed before he made it. His head hit the ground shortly after his arm and before his body.
Tayler's eyes were wide. "Please, ma'am, I wasn't going to do it. I was going to turn on him when he tried it, I swea..."
Tayler dropped to the ground, blood trickling from a rapier thrust that probably bisected his heart.
"Gather the crew, Mr. Douglas." Annabelle said as she sheathed her blade. "My brother has much to answer for. I think we should see to it personally that he does."
She sat down and tried to clear away her feelings of helplessness. She knew she would find Hart and make that lying wench pay some day. It was only a matter of time.
Then, after Anton was safe and Hart dead, then LeValle would let herself grieve for her mother, and her father, tragically lost in a sabotage attempt from a jealous competitor years ago.
She began to sift through his files. Annabelle did not want to let any outstanding agreements or business fall through the cracks due to her brother's abudction. She hit a few buttons on a datapad, and spent the next hour going over every financial record of his she could find.
And then she saw something that made her blood run cold.
Plans for investments, contingencies and appointments for a large sum of money, made only a week before he recieved that money. This in and of itself would not have been odd, had this not been plans for a sum and various land and investment holdings that had exactly matched his inheritance. These plans had been designed to go into effect the very day after their mother had died, leaving them the sole heir to the LeValle fortune.
She scanned his bank transfers then, knowing what she would find but needing to see it for herself.
One thousand credits. To both of the two soldiers who had gunned down her mother. She scanned it further and got the names of two other of her soldiers, with much higher bribes. A transaction to be completed in only a few days.
Annabelle stared at this for another hour. The pieces in her head did not want to slide together.
Even though she was younger than her brother by a large margin, she was still technically in line for part of the inheritance.
She closed her eyes and whispered, "No."
Her father's death had been a bit suspicious. No one was quite sure who would have sabotaged his new rocket design. It would have had to have been someone very clever. A genius, maybe.
"No." She muttered again.
They had told her Anton had paid them. The LeValle fortune was massive, easily in the top ten richest people in the solar system. A few thousand credits was nothing. Especially if one was anticipating a large influx of cash in the near future. Like an inheritance.
"Stop it." She told herself, trying desperately to stifle the connections being made.
And it looked like in a few days he was planning for another influx of wealth. An amount roughly equal to her inheritance.
"No!" She screamed, and slammed her hook into the databad, skewering it hanidly. Then she tapped her comm and said, "Mr. Douglas, bring Mr. Willis and Mr. Tayler to my brother's office immediately." as calmly as she could.
After about fifteen minutes, the black-eyed man entered the room, the two somewhat nervous crewmen ahead of him.
"What was my brother going to pay you to do?" Annabelle asked quietly. They looked at each other, and then Tayler, the bald one, said, "I don't know what you're talking about, ma'am."
"I've seen the evidence, fool. He paid you to do something. Just like he paid those bastards who shot my mother. So what did he pay you to do?" She asked calmly.
Willis went for his gun. He was, literally, disarmed before he made it. His head hit the ground shortly after his arm and before his body.
Tayler's eyes were wide. "Please, ma'am, I wasn't going to do it. I was going to turn on him when he tried it, I swea..."
Tayler dropped to the ground, blood trickling from a rapier thrust that probably bisected his heart.
"Gather the crew, Mr. Douglas." Annabelle said as she sheathed her blade. "My brother has much to answer for. I think we should see to it personally that he does."