WildCats

Prologue

Paris, France April,8, 2015
WildCat High School for Boys

Francis Marquis, The coach for the high school's baseball team, The
WildCats, glared at her boss, Principal David Walker, and said
angrily," You're getting another coach?" David nodded and said," Yes,
Francis. He is a professional baseball coach and he the best. His name
is Rece Huntington. He is from Germany where he lived all his life. He
has worked for twenty years as baseball and football coach for Brown
University. He graduated from Brown University with honors and at the
top of his classes." Francis said tersely," Does this mean that I am
fired, David?" David shook his head and said," Of course not, Francis.
You are going to be Rece's assistant coach now. You will be paid half
of course as you will be the assistant coach and Rece will be the
coach." " When will this new coach arrive?" she asked angrily. David
said softly," He will arrive today at one pm." Francis nodded and said
firmly," I will make sure that I am cleaned out before then." David
frowned at that and asked," What do you mean you will be cleaned out by
then?" " I am quitting my job, David. I am going to take that baseball
coach offer I got at our rival school, Rams High School for Girls, as
soon as possible. Goodbye." " Why would you quit your job, Francis? You
love working here at WildCat High School," David asked in a pained
voice. " I am a baseball coach that is what I do, David, and that is
what I will always do," she said firmly.
It was a bluff and they both knew it because there was no other offer
of a job from any other school. The offers for jobs from other places
arrived to David's office and he in turn gave them to the employees who
received them. As she was leaving the principal's office, she bumped
into a young man walking into the office and fell backwards to the
floor. He was a handsome thirty three year old man with sandy brown
hair, amber eyes, and light brows. He had high cheekbones, a small
nose, and golden skin. He had fine chiseled features that made him look
handsome. He was tall, lean, and muscular with a strong build. He was
in excellent shape. He wore a light brown cotton t-shirt, bronze
colored cotton shorts, and brown leather shoes.
David beamed at the young man, walked over to him and shook his strong
hands, as he said warmly," Mr. Huntington, it's nice to meet you. I am
Principal David Walker of WildCats High School for Boys." Rece
Huntington smiled warmly as he shook the principal's hand and said
pleasantly with a soft German accent," It is nice to meet you, Mr.
Walker." Rece turned to Francis, held out his hand to help her, and
asked as he stared at the young woman sprawled on the ground," Who
would this be?" She had midnight black hair, sea blue eyes with flecks
of gold, and dark brows. She had high cheekbones, an arrogant nose that
curved at the tip, and pale white skin that was the color of fresh
snow. She had fine elegant features that made her look rather
beautiful. She was tall, lean, and well rounded. She wore a black wool
sweat shirt, dark blue cotton sweat pants, and black leather shoes.
Francis shoved his hand away rudely as she rose to her feet and said
tersely," It is none of your business who I am, you clumsy oaf." She
turned away and stormed angrily out of the office. Rece watched the
angry young woman vanish before he turned to David and asked," Who is
that young woman, David?" David watched Francis vanish and said warmly,
"That's Francis Marquis, our former head coach and your new assistant
coach, Rece." " I doubt that she wants to be my assistant coach,
David." David gave him a sly smile and said," Do not worry about
Francis, Rece. She's a smart and intelligent young woman. She's easy to
win over." Rece thought about the fiery young woman and smiled to
himself. I do not think she is easy to win over, he thought to
himself.
Rece was in the track field with the team when Francis finally got
herself there. He was dressed in a white linen t-shirt, brown cotton
shorts, and white gym sneakers. He wore a white baseball cap with The
WildCats logo, a roaring lion with paws outstretched softly embroidered
into it with gold thread. He wore the coach's silver whistle on a
silver string around his neck. Francis was wearing a thick black
sweatshirt, black sweatpants, and black sneakers. The team of boys were
dressed in light shirts and light pants of white cotton with gold
stripes, white sneakers, and small white baseball caps as they jogged
several laps around the long running track. They were listening to soft
classical music on small walkmans.
Francis glared at Rece as she walked over to him and said angrily,"
What the hell are you doing with my team?" Rece raised a dark brow and
said in a matter of fact voice," I am their baseball coach so I am
coaching them." Francis turned to the team and said loudly," Stop." No
one heard her and the boys continued to jog and listen to their music.
She shouted again but they still did not hear her. She turned angrily
to Rece and said furiously," What is going on here?" Rece said calmly,"
I bought them fresh uniforms, new baseball supplies, and walkmans to
train them. I am coaching and training them which is my job." Francis
sneered at him angrily as she said," It is my job not yours. I their
coach."
Rece put the whistle to his mouth and blew sharply. The boys stopped
dead in their tracks and faced to Rece. Rece shouted loud and clearly,"
Exercise is done for today, boys. Grab your gear and get yourselves
over to the baseball field for practice." The boys obediently grabbed
their stuff from the dugout and went off to the baseball field a few
feet away. Rece walked after the boys and Francis walked along with
him. Rece shook his head at her and said," You are not coming with us,
Miss. Marquis. You do not work here anymore." Francis glared at him
hatefully and said firmly," I am going." Rece brought himself up close
to her and said in a soft threatening voice," I suggest you do not test
me, Miss. Marquis." He turned and quietly vanished inside the baseball
field. Francis stood there silently for several minutes.
Rece was busily coaching the boys as they did their practice when
Francis sneaked inside the field. They were practicing pitching and
catching in one area of the field and batting and running in the other
area. Rece blew the coach whistle sharply and the boys switched sides
of the field. Francis leaned herself against the metal fence that
surrounded the field and watched the boys. Rece caught sight of her
from where he had been standing and suddenly walked over to her,
grabbed her around the waist, slung her on one of his shoulders, and
headed out of the field. Francis struggled against him as he took her
out of the field and he said with steely calm," I told you that you are
not allowed in the field because you do not work here. David told me
you quit your job." Francis became wild as she frantically struggled
against him but he was too strong for her. He shoved open the metal
gate, placed her on the ground, and shoved her way before he slammed
the gate door closed and it locked it shut with a silver padlock.
Francis turned away angrily and walked off.
She stormed angrily into David Walker's office and set angrily," Why
the hell did you bring that German jackass here, David?" David looked
at her sadly and said kindly," You do not want to know, Francis."
Francis stared down at him angrily and said again," Why did you bring
him here, David." David sighed heavily and said softly," You were not
being a good coach to the boys, Francis. They were never at practice or
exercise, they never had proper equipment for playing, they never
studied the game and the game book. They were also failing miserably in
their classes because they were improperly motivated by you. It's the
job of the coach and the assistant coach to make sure that the boys are
properly trained and exercised, that they have proper equipment for
playing, that they study all they need to know, that they practice, and
that they are motivated to succeed. I hired Rece because I know he will
do a better job." Francis suddenly said desperately after a few
moments," Give me back my job, David. I will do a better job then that
stupid German jackass." David shook his head sadly and said," I can
not, Francis. Rece and I signed a permanent work contract. I am sorry.
You will just have to be the assistant coach." Francis shook her head
and said," I have finished cleaning out my old office and my
resignation is on your desk. I am leaving now. Goodbye, David." Francis
turned to leave as Rece was coming into the office. He is very handsome
and he is nice, she thought to herself. Francis became furious with
herself at the thought and shoved it away.
Rece smiled at her and said mockingly," It's a shame." Francis turned
to him angrily and snapped," What is a shame, Mr. Huntington?" " You're
afraid, Miss. Marquis." Francis stared at him in shocked anger and said
haltingly," I am not afraid of anything, Mr. Huntington." Rece raised a
brow at that and said," You are afraid, Miss. Marquis, because I am a
better coach than you and that I have stolen your job." " I am not
afraid because I know I am a better coach then you even though you did
steal my job," she said icily. Rece raised a light brow mockingly at
her and said in a matter of fact voice," You are running away, Miss.
Marquis." Francis glared at him hatefully and said in a stormy voice,"
I am not running away." " You are lying to us and to yourself, Miss.
Marquis." Francis knew that he was right and that he was the better
coach but she pretended to be insulted as she said stubbornly," I do
not lie, Mr. Huntington." " Then why are you leaving?" he asked softly.
Francis quickly thought to herself and said matter in a matter of fact
voice," I have no job here anymore, Mr. Huntington. I am leaving to
find a new job." Rece shook his head and said," You do have a job here,
Miss. Marquis. You can always be my assistant coach." " I would rather
not, Mr. Huntington, " she snapped testily.
"I have an idea," Rece said after a few moments of thought. Francis
said wearily," What is your idea, Mr.Huntington?" " I suggest that we
play each other in a game of baseball. The team has one hundred players
so each of us will have fifty players. The winner will be the new coach
and the other will be the assistant coach, agreed?" Francis thought for
a few minutes before she nodded her head and said," I agree." She then
turned and walked out of the office. David gave Rece with a knowing
smile as he said," You know what you want and you take it, do you not,
Rece?" Rece smiled and said as he was leaving," Absolutely, David." "
Goodluck, Rece! I hope that you win!" David called merrily after him as
he vanished. The game was quickly over and Rece was the one who
won.
It was late that night when Francis was getting into her car that was
parked in the dark school garage. A man suddenly rushed out the
shadows. He was a small cruel and ruthless man with grey hair, beady
blue eyes, and harsh features. He wore dark cotton clothes. He roughly
grabbed her and pulled her to the ground. He was about to fire the
small gun that he held in his hands when Rece suddenly fell upon him
and knocked him to the ground. The gun clattered to the ground and slid
across a few feet away across the dark floor. Rece had seen the other
man and Francis together in the dark school garage. Rece had quickly
gone into action when he saw the man level a gun at Francis. The other
man cursed profanely and tried to fight off Rece." Get the hell out of
here, Francis!" Rece furiously yelled as he held the other struggling
man firmly on the ground. Francis found a heavy rock lying on the
ground and was going to throw it on the struggling man that Rece had
pinned on the ground but slipped and struck Rece instead. Rece cursed
profanely in pain and then again in anger when the other man got away.
The other man had fired several shots at Francis before he had run away
and he had hit his target. Francis lay on the ground in a large pool of
blood. Rece picked her up, placed her inside his car, and drove
off.

Chapter One

Paris, France February,11, 1215
Ballymount Townhouses, Apt # 2500

" What the hell were you doing there in the school garage late in the
night, Francis?" Rece demanded angrily when Francis had woken up
several hours later. Rece had treated all of her injuries and had given
her medicine for the pain. Francis groggily stared around her and asked
in a weary voice," What happened?" Rece glared at her angrily and
said," You were shot several times by the madman you found in the
school garage the other night. What the hell were you doing there so
late, Francis?" " It is none of your business, Rece," she snapped
irritably. Rece suddenly showed her a FBI badge and said," I am
undercover FBI agent Rece Huntington and that man that you found in the
garage is an escaped criminal from state prison named Kird Gutter. He
has murdered at least twenty men, ten women, and five children. He
raped all of them before he killed them. I have been after him ever
since his escape a year ago. I finally got a lead that he was killing
here in Paris, France. I heard about WildCats High School for Boys and
it was in the area where Kird Gutter was killing people. I arranged to
take the place of the school's baseball coach. I was on a stakeout that
night because I had gotten a led that he was killing in that area. Now,
tell me what the hell were you doing there so late, Francis,"
Francis hesitated about telling him then made a decision. She took out
her police officer badge and showed it to him as she said," I am police
officer Francis Marquis and I work for the French Police. I am also
after Kird Gutter because he has been killing many innocent people. I
got the job as baseball coach at WildCat High School for undercover
work. It created problems for me when I lost the job as baseball coach.
I was at the garage that night because I had received the same led that
you obviously had and I was trying to attract Kird Gutter's attention.
I was then going to arrest him and take him to jail. I was doing a fine
job until you showed up, Rece." Rece stared at her in surprise and
asked incredulously," You think you were doing a good job and that I
messed things up?" He laughed mockingly when Francis nodded her head
and he said," That madman would have killed you if I had not showed
up." Francis shook her head firmly and said," I could have handled it
on my own, Rece. I have been a cop for five years." " You screwed up
because you do not have the experience and the training that is need
for this," Rece said in a matter of fact tone. Francis glared at him
and asked furiously," I suppose you think you have the experience and
training for this case and that you want it for yourself, is that right
Rece?" Rece nodded and said calmly," I have been working for the FBI
since I was thirteen and I am now thirty three years old. I was trained
at all of the best training facilities. I believe I am the best to
handle this case, Francis." Francis knew that he was the best for the
case but she said challengingly," I can handle this case on my own and
I will handle it on my own., Rece." Rece grabbed her as she started to
walk away from him and he said harshly," Then you are just going to
have to stay here then." He placed her on the bed, slid the handcuffs
through the bars of the headboard, and locked them around her wrists.
Francis struggled wildly against them and shouted," You bastered!" Rece
was already out of the townhouse, in his police car, and was long gone.
Francis caught sight of a long metal pick on the nightstand by her
side. She stretched out and grabbed the metal pick in her hands. She
strained to insert the pick into the locks of the handcuffs and worked
furiously until she finally opened the lock. She flew out the door, got
into her car, and drove off after Rece. The tracking device that she
had hidden inside his car helped her to find him. She found him in the
middle of a gunfight with the murderer back at the school garage.
Rece was standing behind a large cement pillar a few feet away. Francis
was cautiously making her way over to him when he suddenly jumped on
her and held her on the ground. She cursed profanely and shouted at
him," What are you doing?" " I am saving your ass, Francis. That is
what I am doing. You almost got hit by those bullets." He rose to his
feet as he hauled her to her feet and they made their way behind the
pillar. Kird Gutter was firing his gun rapidly as Rece was firing back
at him. Francis took out her gun and tried to fire at Kird Gutter but
she only got shot in her shoulder. Rece cursed when he saw that she was
injured and said angrily," What the hell are you doing here, Francis? I
left you handcuffed to the bed back at the townhouse." She shrugged her
shoulders, winced at the burning pain in her left shoulder, and said,"
I found a metal pick on the nightstand and I used it to pick the locks
on the handcuffs." "How did you know that I was here? A tracking
device, right?" he asked as he shot off his gun. Francis nodded her
head and said," I planted a tracking device in your car the first day
we meet at the school. The tracking device is inside one of your
chair's head pillows."
Kird Gutter cursed profanely when he finally emptied his gun of
bullets. He dropped the gun angrily to the cement ground of the garage.
The empty gun made a loud clatter as it fell to the ground and slid
across the cement of the garage floor. Kird found a long length of
steal chain lying on in a corner a few feet away. He ran as fast as he
could and headed straight for the chain. He grabbed it as he fell to
the ground and rolled back to his feet. He then ran back to his hiding
place behind a bullet worn wall. He wound the chain and then allowed it
to lash out. The l chain wound itself tightly like a snake around
Francis. She swore loudly as Girt pulled her to him. He took out his
small knife from it's sheath on his pants and shouted loudly to Rece,"
Leave me alone or I will kill her!" There was no answer from Rece. Girt
yelled again even more loudly," I said I will kill this lady if you do
not leave me alone!"
Rece suddenly walked out from his hiding place behind Girt, deftly
grabbed the knife from him, and punched him out. Rece roughly pulled
the chain away from Francis and demanded harshly," Are you all right?"
Francis nodded numbly. A large group of darkly dressed men suddenly
came running out from the elevator and started firing machine guns.
Rece grabbed Francis and led the way to his car, shoved her inside, got
into the driver's seat, and drove off. The darkly dressed men kept
firing at the car as it left the garage. The windows of the car were
smashed and left shards of glass all over the garage floor. The bullets
had left l holes and dents all over the car. The hubcaps on the wheels
had been knocked off and left in the garage. The hood on the engine of
the car had burst open and had broken off to land on the ground. They
just barely managed to get back to the townhouse.
That night, Rece woke from his sleep and sat up in the bed that he and
Francis were sharing together. He wore a black silk nightshirt and
black silk nightpants. Francis was lying sound asleep on the right side
of the bed. Francis wore a blue cotton nightgown. Rece caught sight of
a car quietly sneaking its way into the driveway of the townhouse. Rece
swiftly climbed out of the bed and locked the door to the bedroom with
the heavy locks. He grabbed all the blankets and sheets that he could
and tied them together in a long rope. He tied the rope around one of
the posts of the bed and threw the other end down out a window to the
ground. Rece gently shook Francis awake and said," Wake up, Francis."
Francis woke with an angry groan of protest and said groggily," What's
the matter, Rece?" " We have to get out of here. Those gang of men have
found us." Francis quickly woke up and followed Rece down the long
length of makeshift rope to the ground below. They started to move
around the edge of the townhouse but the gang were heading that way.
Rece said quietly," I am going to keep them busy as long as I can,
Francis. You are going to get out of here as fast as you can." Francis
shook her head violently and said," You will be killed!" Rece gently
kissed and said softly," Get out of here or I will kill you!" He then
swiftly vanished into the dark shadows.
Francis suddenly heard the sound of gunfire. Francis, fearing that Rece
might be injured or worse, frantically searched for a weapon and found
several large rocks lying on the ground. She gathered them in her
nightgown and ran off in the direction that Rece had gone. The sound of
gunfire became louder and fiercer as she turned a corner. There were
three bodies stretched out on the ground and five men were standing as
they fired their machine guns. Rece was hiding behind a large boulder
that did not offer much protection from the bullets that flew madly in
the night. Francis cautiously made her way to Rece's side. He swore
profanely and said softly," What the hell are you doing here, Francis?"
Get the hell out of here!" Francis shook her head firmly and said," I
am not leaving, Rece." Rece swore profanely again but he did not saying
as he kept firing his gun." Start running in that direction, Francis,"
Rece said and pointed in a direction. Francis shook her head and said,"
I am not leaving, Rece." Rece said angrily," You start running and he
will fire at you. I will then be able to shoot him because he will be
on you." Francis was nervous and said fearfully," That could be
dangerous." Rece turned on her and said angrily," You said you want to
help me, then start running and hold his attention on you for a minute.
Now!"
Francis started running as fast as she could in the direction that Rece
had shown her. Rece was afraid to put her in danger but there was no
choice. Girt Gutter suddenly rose up from behind his hiding place with
his attention on Francis as she ran and Rece took his chance. He
quickly fired several shots and they all found their marks. The other
man fell dead to the ground in a pool of blood.
Rece turned around to see Francis being held at gun point by the gang
from the garage. The one holding a gun on Francis said malicious
satisfaction," Thank you for doing all my work for me, Mr. Huntington.
Now that our leader is dead, I am the new leader. Both of you will
die." Rece suddenly grabbed his knife from its sheath and threw it with
great force at the new leader of the gang. The knife found its mark
squarely in the leader's chest. He fell heavily to the ground lifeless.
The others took out their guns and started firing. Rece and Francis had
already been running, got to their car, and drove off. There was a loud
explosion as the townhouse suddenly blew up. The burning pieces of the
townhouse were now strewn all over. Francis abruptly realized that Rece
had been shot several times. He was now unconscious. The car was
swerving dangerously on the roads that was thick with traffic.
Francis gently pushed him over and took the wheel. She quickly began to
look for a hospital and finally found one. She got him registered and
he was taken off by several doctors and nurses. A few hours later, Rece
was taken up to a private room on the fifth floor. Francis went up to
go see him.
David Walker stared at the group of men that were in his office back at
WildCats High School and said angrily," What! You let Rece Huntington
and Francis Marquis escape? He is a god dammed FBI agent and she is a
dammed police officer!" The leader of the group, a scrawny teenager
with black hair, beady amber eyes, and black rotten teeth with fowl
smelling breath said," There was nothing we could do, sir. They had
guns." David glared at them angrily and said tersely," I want them dead
and I want them dead now! Now go kill them or I will kill you!" They
quickly scrambled out of the room and vanished.

Chapter Two

Paris, France February,12,2015
General Hospital

Rece and Francis were leaving the hospital when a large black sedan
suddenly drove up to the hospital. Two men dressed in black clothes got
out of the car and walked into the hospital. They held their guns in
the air and fired several times plunging the hospital into dark chaos.
Rece and Francis swiftly made their way into a dark hall lined with
several rooms on each side. There was a woman's bathroom nearby and
Rece herded Francis inside and said," Stay here and do not come out
until I come get you, Francis." Francis's protest was cut short by Rece
shutting the door securely and placing a long piece of oakwood in the
handle bars. He then took out his gun and slowly made his way out into
the fray.
Inside the bathroom, Francis suddenly realized that she was not alone.
Principal David Walker walked out of the dark shadows of a corner and
casually aimed a gun at her as he smiled sinisterly at her. Francis
froze where she was and asked fearfully," What are you doing, David?"
David gave her a malicious smile of satisfaction and said," I am going
to kill you, Francis. I have known that Rece is an FBI agent and that
you are a police officer all along. The both of you have been
interfering in my plans for a very long time but no more." "What are
your plans, David?" " I intend to take over all the important
facilities and then all the others. I am actually Gird Gutter. I
planted all my identifications on the real David Walker who Rece killed
at his townhouse and I took all of David Walker's identifications. Then
I made myself an unsuspected principal of a prestigious high school. I
have hired several men to track Rece and you down to kill you but they
obviously are not up to the job so I will have to do it myself."
Francis suddenly caught sight of shards of broken glass lying in a
large pile on the counter. She made a desperate dash for them and
quickly gathered them into her hands. She whirled around and threw the
sharp shards of glass into Gird's face. The shards made several small
cuts all over Gird's face. He cursed profanely and blindly fired all
over the bathroom. The bullets flew all over and smashed several
mirrors sending shards to the floor. The bullets tore holes in the
doors of the toilet stalls. The paper towel rack was knocked from the
wall and fell to the floor. One of the lights in the bathroom was
shatter plunging the room in dim light.
Francis took out her gun and frantically scanned the dim bathroom for
Gird. She could not find him in the dark room. She was suddenly shoved
very hard to the ground from behind. Gird stood over her with her gun
leveled on her and said with pleasure," Now you die, Francis." The door
to the bathroom was abruptly thrown open and Rece came running inside
with his gun ready in his hands." Freeze, Gutter!" Rece shouted at him
angrily. Gird pulled the trigger and shot Francis several times and
then swung around to shoot Rece but was too late because Rece was
already moving on him.
Rece landed on him heavily and punched him several times. A small
stream of blood trickled from Gird's broken nose onto the tiles of the
bathroom floor. Gird screamed like a wounded animal and lashed out
angrily at Rece. The blow struck Rece in the stomach and sent him
sprawling to the floor. Gird then launched himself towards Rece but he
was quicker and got out of the way. Gird slammed heavily into the
ground and lay there. Gird's heart had been unable to withstand the
attack from the fall to the floor and was failing. Rece quickly placed
handcuffs on Gird and then began C.P.R. After a few moments, Rece then
began to try to jumpstart the heart by pumping on his chest. After five
minutes, Gird finally came back to life. Rece quickly took a length of
thick corded rope and tied Gird to a heavy radiator.
Rece then quickly made his way over to Francis where she lay on the
floor a few feet away. There was a small pool of blood forming around
her. Rece quickly removed her stained jacket and tossed it aside. There
were several wounds from the bullets on her back. " Do not die on me,
Francis!" he said hoarsely. He removed his jacket and used it to help
stop the bleeding. He gently picked her up off the floor and his way
out of the bathroom. Outside, everything had pretty much returned to
normal. He quickly made his way to a doctor that he saw nearby and
said," Doctor, this young woman has been shot several times in the
back." The doctor nodded and turned to a group of male nurses standing
nearby and said," Get this young woman over to an operating room."
Francis was then quickly taken away for emergency surgery. While
Francis was in surgery, Rece made arrangements for Gird to be taken to
a high security prison where he would be kept in solitary confinement
for his life sentence. He would be kept in a straight jacket while
locked inside a special padded isolation room.

Epilogue
Paris, France February,14,2015
General Hospital

Francis was unexpectedly woken up from her heavy sleep by Rece kissing
her. She was in a private hospital room a few hours after the surgery.
It was going to be a long recovery of at least five months. The
hospital room was small, clean, and sterile with white washed walls and
plain paintings. A small black color TV was attached to the ceiling. "
Do not ever scare me like that again, Francis. I love you but I will
kill you if you do that again." " I love you too and I will try not to,
Rece," she said sweetly with a weak laugh.
An old priest dressed in flowing white silk robes suddenly walked into
the room carrying his thick holy book. He wore a heavy silver chain
with a diamond cross around his neck. Rece and Francis were married
right there in the hospital room.