The Source

Part 1

So... while Freen analyzed the best way to carry out her plan, a 34-year-old woman was approaching the scene. If you don't know who it is by now you didn't pay attention. 🙃 She had ash blonde hair (natural, according to her), the face of an angel combined with the fists of a well-trained cop who's been on active duty for the past 12 years. She's the captain of the Bangkok Police Department. She was wearing a bomber jacket with a button-down, a sweater, leather pants, and black Converse high tops. She felt the heat from all of the clothes that she was wearing, but she needed to conceal her bulletproof vest and gun.

"I won't let you escape again."

 She also had an earpiece which she concealed inside of her jacket. Makes me wonder what else is under those clothes. (head shake) Let's move on. 

"Keep your eyes and ears open for any suspicious activity. We can't let him get away again, not this time. I want two patrol cars on both exits and one at every corner nearby. We can't fail again, or the chief will have our heads."

"Geez, are you scared that you would fail Daddy again, captain?"

Koi Anurak laughed forgetting the small fact that anyone with a police radio nearby could hear what she just said.

"Please refrain from the unnecessary comments and keep it professional, Anurak."

Robert Armstrong, chief of police, was sitting outside in his patrol car keeping an eye on the situation when he heard his daughter and friend talking over the radio. Detective Koi Anurak swallowed hard and hit her forehead various times as she heard the voice of the chief of police coming in through the radio. Koi is like Becky's sister. They've been best friends since they were babies. They were partners for seven years before Becky's dad finally gave his daughter the captain promotion.

"Sorry sir." 

Rebecca laughed and made a note to remind herself to hit Koi extra hard during their next workout session. The clinking of the champagne glass of the host put everyone in the room on high alert.

"Good evening, everyone! The bidding will start in just a few moments so please take your assigned seats in the bidding room." 

While the crowd dispersed into the bidding room, Freen took the opportunity to disable the alarm on the painting that alerted the collectors if it was moved or touched. She lifted one of the legs of her pants where she had the fake painting hidden. She removed the real one carefully, shaped it around her leg, and placed the fake painting on the frame.

"15 seconds! You have to hurry miss Freen." 

She shushed him.

"Shut up, Nathaniel! I'm almost done. I don't need you crying like a baby in my ear." 

She finished flattening down the painting making sure it looked as good as the original. She sighed, fixed her pants leg a bit, and felt someone touch her lower back as she stood up fully. Her blood boiled, but she didn't let the hand that still hadn't been moved from her back phase her.

"Excuse me miss. Everyone is heading into the bidding room. Your chair is ready." 

Freen nodded and walked beside the guard putting some distance between them both. She looked at his tag memorizing his name. She would make sure he was fired for touching her inappropriately. She sat down slowly in her assigned chair making sure that her pants legs didn't ride up and reveal the stashed painting. She grabbed her phone and made it seem like she was calling someone.