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Marinalia (Romus) Olympus
Old Harbour . Sunday early Morning, Race main stands, Pit lane, Lunch time.
Marilania yawned awake as the sun shined in her window reflecting off onw of the other buildings, forgetting to close the curtains the night before and rolling over to see phone blinking too early for a Sunday morning. Deciding the world had woken her up and wandering over slowly in a pre caffeinated state to shower and heading out after a few minutes bliss in hot water from the colder Northern weather, the buildings heating was yet to fully kick in, it was too early.
Wandering on out, Victoria was fast asleep and where she wanted to be. Thr apartments tall wooden storage was lit by morning sun and looking out below the race track was laid out, cars could not get out easily but the events had been dramatic and race day meant a good party in the evening. Thinking back on her week and making a tea as the TV ran the normal repeated broadcasts and news stories of the weekend, Sol city football, Deadalus, the Saturday qualifying results and a few other cute cats filling space. Grabbing a cup of tea, and sitting back she thought about her week.
Wednesday was a blur, though slightly annoying Joel did not seem to return the flirt, or much at all, how much more obvious could you be that you wanted to get to know someone. What was up with the guy, maybe find out at party, that or him and Tommy where more than business partners on the quiet.
Friday morning had been fairly nerve racking at first , helping out Marks daughter they had met at the University pool and she had to face her issues, was not her fault, starting slow and doing a few laps to see it might be a session or two but she had potential indeed. Admitting why she had to quit had been the hardest part when asked though felt like a load off her mind abit to face a old fear too. Feeling the better for it, Sarah had been kind and understanding much as she could offering her a chance to back out realising and apologising but if she could not compete, maybe at least she could help someone else to see their dreams.
After the morning in pool, she had the weekend off and headed over to watch to free practice lazily at Centre Point with a few folks from Deadalus, though team air still was team air. Saturday the formalities and family promises had kicked in joining them to watch Qualifying from the sponsors box near the finish line. With a mostly access pass she had decided to head down and watch from one of the lower emergency access points, the engine noise and wind racing by was exciting. She could see why Joel raced that suicidal fast machine somewhat, it was like.. But not quite flying.
Looking down at the race track below, a truck was clearing it and removing any debris before the main event that was scheduled today, track workers in bright orange gear where walking about with brooms before a story caused her to go lighter headed and dropped her tea with a smash. A news story played out on the TV, Bob. The man who drugged her was captured. She had won...?
"Last night the Suspect, now confirmed as Bob subject of a city wide man hunt was captured by US Marshals in the Sol Ritz. Wanted in connection with a assault and drugging of a woman last week. He is now in custody and awaiting formal changes before a judge in the next few weeks. " Not expecting to be hit so by the news, Marilania just could not believe the report, crying from shock, relief and fear coming back of the events she just lay down on the sofa, processing the events.
Victoria woke up later and looked right under at her room, clothes scattered about abit and a unpacked suitcase thrown into the corner, her room was not overly personalised and somewhat basicly furnished. Comfortable, pleasant but not hers like home. Smiling pulling over her phone and seeing the pictures from Saturday getting a bunch of comments and good ones. It was silly but it did boost her confidence. After seeing Milo with Paige and some other woman it had taken a knock. Or was almost silly, but that was her, much as she gave a aggressive response to that journalist, the real Victoria was hidden under a few layers of armour long built up over the years.
After she had got back on wednesday, talking, discussing and a bottle of wine or more later that evening she had headed to bed, so many problems and issues had arisen that week, it was silly. She had come to Sol to escape issues and not gather more. Thursday, Friday had been quiet and mostly worked on the website she had to build getting the basics and forum coding in before looking at anything more advanced. You had to start from the ground up. She would net a few thousand dollars from the job, it would not be a easy one but that's why they asked for her help.
Saturday was exciting atleast, up on the stands they saw the cars flash by on the final straight of the course. It was also a great chance to catch up with her family, godfather and others who had arrived for the weekend and checked into one of the larger hotels, the central Sol was pricey and the upper floor suites where quite the bill but it was one weekend that they had decided to enjoy themselves. Getting to know a few people and others at the track she soon realized this was a larger race than expected, the big teams where ploughing real money into the race by the bucket load.
Pulling herself up, thinking on things, the race, Milo, her sister, Mark, the swimming, Paige, so much had gone on that week it was getting crazy. Least the Gala she could let her hair down and just enjoy free booze. Walking slowly across her room leaning against the bed for support in bed shorts and light top, throwing on a light jacket she headed out for bathroom, then living room unsteadily but determined to at least walk on her own power, in her own home. Seeing her sister curled up on the sofa and a broken mug and tea on the floor she rushed over fast as she could and sat next to her.
Marilania... What's up, what wrong? Concerned and gently placing a ghostly pale hand on her sisters shoulder trying to nudge her abit, in shorts and light top she often looked dangerously thin but many were used to it who knew her. Marilania leaned up and turned over to see her sister, gesturing the repeat news played out listing bobs capture with a few blurry night shots they had gained from a local news site.
They.. Got him... I was fine before, then it all came back.
Damned bastad. He managed to hurt me when from behind a jail cell. Asshole.
I thought cops meant to contact... Leaning over and thumbing her phone she saw a voicemail that morning from police she had missed.
Miss Marilania, R, Olympus. We are calling to inform you the suspect who attacked you, was captured and charged this morning by US Marshals working on behalf of Sol PD, our victim support line is open 24/7 should you need it, our dedicated officers are trained and experienced in supporting those affected by serious crimes.
We hope this gets to you before the media as a matter of trust.
Sol city PD, serious crimes victims unit.... Listening to the message Victoria looked sympathetic and kept her shoulder, concerned, especially given she was at the original event.
oh, you know the media... Vultures.
Your safe Mali. He in jail, they got him. We will have security, the Gala is our event. He can,t hurt us from a cell.
Let's make some more tea, you can spend some time with family, see if your feel up for party later. Sisters look after each other remember. Trying to help, Victoria was unsure what to do and the two talked it out, bringing some tea over over cup at a time and sweeping the broken mug into a corner of the window quickly. It was a hour or two before they had to head out and meet the family so Victoria texted ahead and made sure they released the link so Marilania would have abit of support. Marilania eventually feeling more up to leaving after turning the news off to stop reminding her. At least something the race was that would distract her from that bit digging in back of her mind. She always did it, with work, with events or something, though never was the healthiest policy.
Feeling slightly better. The knot in her stomach beginning to untie and headed out to the stands to see the main race today, it had been a few hours greeted by Maria, her mother and almost like a older twin, the big supportive bear of a man Ivan. 6'6 of solid Russian muscle warmly greeting them. Rather protective of them, he had resolved to keep a eye on his goddaughters tonight. Arriving a little late and maybe a little too comfortable with Maria was Vesarian, concerned but not pushing it the family party headed out to the race tracks and strands to watch the race.
The walk through the city was slower, party busy, part Victoria whom Ivan decided to lend a hand nudging a space through the crowds, quite the contrast between them and nearly 2 feet of height and many times her bulk.
Marilania slightly on auto pilot but also distracting herself watching the two parents slightly carefully. Though they split up years ago things seemed to be changing somewhat to say the least. Maybe alcohol might change things later and they had some time alone. Both were not always good at hiding things, well to someone who knew them well.
Back at the race event, the test of family, people linked to the race and many race goers gathered in the stands, viewing areas and big screens set up in the city parks. The mayor breathed a sigh of relief reading the capture of Bob, the whole affairs had been a dangerous one. A known attacker of a woman lose in his city was not the image he wanted with the eyes of the world staring at Sol City.
Though he felt the marshals, ATF and more had invaded his space as such, there intervention was changing Sol for the better and this big capture would put the criminal elament on the run somewhat. The mayor had always been a people's mayor, sometimes a tad soft but always popular. The attack had shocked him, and was more than glad to see the heat was turning up on the troublesome trio.
Back at the city hall where the Olympus Heavy Engineering Gala was to be held several security staff were running though events. All the minor security events. The winter party. The jazz night, had put many events on edge and there was a shortage of security in the city. There crew had flown in them the UK and joined a Russian crew and locals in working at this one. Though a motley crew, the boss had informed them of the local suspects.
Photos printed out from Media of Bob, local gang colours and patches, as well as some images they acquired of the motley trio had been handed round.
The part as whole was ready, drink was piled up in side rooms, assignments handed out and great platters of snacks where in fridges or sat waiting for final assembly. The main Gala would not begin for hours but that did not mean that they would not be working. Olympus had insisted on high standards, and a sizeable bonus was available to everyone if the did it. And they all wanted a nice treat next weekend.
The Romus Olympus party soon had gathered at the main stands, other sponsors arrived and much introductions and hand shaking, it was not just a race, it was a business opportunity, a chance to make contacts and forge the beginnings of many a deal.
Beginning to feel less comfortable Marinalia excused herself, with a knowing nod and her mother covering for her with abit of a distraction pretending to spot a old friend, before a quiet word with Vesarian who passed it onto Maxamillion giving a worried glance but trusting his granddaughter. She needed space after all, and he had a nice Surprise for her later that should help her confidence.
Much as he had been busy, or her away, he was protective of his family. Much cost in extra security was added to Gala, personal security, event security and hiring of city hall. Nothing would be taken to chance even of he had a less friendly bill at the end of all this. Money was not everything.
Marinalia headed down and past the stands, taking a detour and flashing her all areas pass to the guard who waved her past with a smile, she was a more pleasant site than the dozens of busy, grubby and few hour sleep mechanics running around. Passing numerous teams and joking with a few women who seemed to be fawning over one of the rather handsome but obviously full of himself drivers, she meandered down the busy pit lane and cars, hundreds of people in team colours. Her badge ID was coded as part of a sponsors party, that let her past a few mechanics and others with little trouble.
Heading past a few she finally found the teams section of paddock, rigged up TV systems, the RV, and more all set up with the familiar slightly obnoxious but pumped up and energetic music.
Hey Tommy, umm.. Mind if I sit the race up down here. I kinda just... Wanted space... It's too busy up there... Sighing slightly and explaining the news story, that she was the woman who Bob had attacked, it was not easy but maybe they might at least let her stay if she explained.
il.. Explain.. I was the woman at the Jazz night, ya know that story this morning.. It was me.
I just wanted some space... Too busy.. I won t be a bother.. Giving him a look of someone who could not be lieing, and trying to give a more cheerful and at least not be total downer.
hell. Team air will even wear team grounds colours.. Joel will relise... It seems silly but... Means something... Accepting a coffee and dumping about 3-4 sugars in it from a passing cart of refreshments.
After this morning. Heck.. Got anything to make it Irish... Russian, whatever... About.
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