Authors note: The title for this chapter is lyrics from the song "Big Iron" performed by Marty Robbins.
“I’m looking at a twenty foot fence, possibly electrified and a gate with either a complex key code or RFID transponder,” the first goon commenting as he sits in the back of the rented car.
“You can crack the gate code,” the second goon commenting; “it should be no different than the warehouse jobs we did up and down California.”
“We had inside help with a few of those,” the first goon commenting; “and if I recall, Freddie said for us to lay off the jobs while in Moon Lake. He doesn’t want the local law pinching anymore of us while he works on getting his son out of trouble.”
The goon was referring to the fact that the man sent to get information and reconnoiter the hospital was arrested for carrying a conceal weapon while the two men sent to do the same at the Talbot residence were also nabbed and held until police arrived to arrest them as well. Frederick Parker, or Freddie “The Shark” as he is referred to was mad that his initial scouting was met with swift resistance.
“What Freddie doesn’t know,” the second goon staring as a Lincoln Town Car leaves the estate; “won’t hurt him. Besides, there is a sweet ride up there that I’m sure Freddie wouldn’t mind having,” the second goon grinning; “an expensive Lamborghini. Those who live up there must be rich and I want some of that wealth.”
“Do you know who lives there,” the first goon grumbling; knowing full well that any argument he makes won’t dissuade his friend from pulling an impromptu heist.
“Don’t know, don’t care,” the man checking to make sure his hand gun is fully loaded; “just have my back as we bust in after sunset.”
“This better go smooth,” the first goon looking nervous; “if it doesn’t, jail won’t even keep us from Chelnik’s lethal grasp.”
******
Twenty minutes later they observe the same town car returning, soon followed by a beat up brown Ford Bronco. Seeing that hot looking sixteen year old girl hopping out of the Bronco to punch in a code the goon who had some binoculars was able to write down the code.
“Got the code,” the first goon speaking; “and fuck! That girl was smoking hot for her age.”
“Fuckable hot,” the second goon not able to get a good look due to the distance they kept so as to remain hidden from view.
“If you want to have a statutory rape charge,” the first goon speaking; “than yeah, she is fuckable.”
“Dam,” the second goon shaking his head; “A lot of the women in this town are like that, from what I’m seeing. You think they found the fountain of youth or something?”
The first goon doesn’t answer. He sighs as he checks his phone for when sunset will come. Waiting was always the most stressful part of pulling a job; more so when the job was full of unknown’s like the one his friend dragged him into.
*****
“Frieda!” The sound of the seven year old girl saying her name as she turns around to see Cindy running up to her. Following behind was Jasper and Yogi as well as Lila. Seeing her aunt wrinkle her nose and shake her head; Frieda knew she caught the telltale scent of sex coming off of her.
“You three have bathing suits with you,” Frieda staring at the young were-tiger cubs; “you’ll need them if you are going to splash about in the pool.”
“We should get them something to eat first,” Lila speaking up; “it is almost supper time.”
“Ethel has the day off,” Frieda responding; “but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to make a pot of macaroni and cheese.”
“How about spaghetti and meatballs,” Spencer chuckling as she looks at Jasper and Yogi; “the twin boys look like they want something messy to eat.”
“You and Eric need to help with that,” Frieda responding; “I’m not making the entire meal after all.”
The three young cubs gleefully rush into the estate, nearly knocking down George the were-tiger butler. Seeing the Carpenter children in the house and then their pregnant aunt, Lila Knight approaching; he gets a little curious as to where her husband could be.
“I take it Lance will not be in attendance,” George being his professional British self.
“My husband,” Lila growling; “and your employer are both passed out drunk in the back yard along with my brother. All in their fursonas; and we are under a were-alert no less.”
“I heard we had some unexpected guests arriving in town,” George following Lila to the kitchen; “but for it to warrant a were-alert?”
“When your unexpected guests,” Amanda looking like she is ready to hit the town in style; “are criminals from San-Francisco, a were-alert is warranted.”
“Guess that means I won’t be having that late evening stroll then,” George sighing before changing the subject; “will Frieda and her friends be spending the night over again?”
“If we are out really late,” Amanda answering; “so will the cubs they are minding. Just keep an eye on them.”
“Very well,” George answering; watching as Ester reminds her children to behave and to go to bed when told to.
*****
While Amanda had the time to get ready; Ester and Lila were unable to slip into something classier than what they wear already wearing as they all jumped into the Town Car, with Amanda behind the wheel. Being told there was a great place to go in Seattle to have a good time. Lila had to remind her sister in law that she could not drink liquor due to the fact that she was pregnant.
George watching the three women drive off; he turns around to hear a cacophonous noise of laughter coming from the kitchen. Entering to see Frieda, Spencer and Eric already in their fursonas and doing their best to keep the were-tiger cubs from grabbing handfuls of fur while they happily make some supper. The butler leaves them to their fun as he heads off to the servant’s wing. Passing the empty security room; George never bothers to look in to see the various camera feeds on the ground. If he did, he would see two men wearing stockings to mask their identity sneaking onto the property from the front entrance, followed by a rented Honda Civic with another two men inside.
******
“Did you activate the security system,” Eric looking at Frieda stuffing her grey furred muzzle with spaghetti; “you have the code and what not.”
“Give me a moment,” Frieda getting up and heading to the nearby alarm pad; punching in the code, Frieda sits back down to stare at Jasper and Yogi who have already made a mess of themselves. Arming the security means that anyone trying to get will immediately set off a half dozen alarms; audible and silent, with motion detectors and cameras ensuring every inch of the grounds are covered and entry points into the house; it was seconds after Frieda sat down when those alarms start blaring, causing the three weres to start growling and baring their fangs.