She Rules The Wolves 57 G-Men 3

Dumbfounded, Agent Winston and her partner turned to Marcus. With questioning eyes Charlene asked, "Umm is uh, she special? Or dangerous?" Of course Cally heard the whispered comments. "Hey! Where's the kaboom? There was supposed to be an Earth-shattering kaboom!" Sashaying up to the club car that held Marcus; she stuck out her hand to Agent Winston. "Good morning! I think it's still morning. My name is Cally Wotan. Do you have my crown?"

Shaking hands automatically Charlene Winston s.n.a.t.c.hed her hand back from the looney in front of her and looked again at Marcus. Marcus looked at Cally and the FBI agents and sighed. "Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Cally Wotan, Chairman of the board for Wotan International and our resident free spirit. " Drawing out her name like any exasperated parent, "Cally, what are you doing?"

"I bought stuff." "I see that."

Sighing in disappointment because she was not getting the response she hoped for. Cally took off her helmet. "Welcome to Clan Home. I am Cally Wotan. I also have buckets of money and was bored one night. You will have to excuse the current chaos. I didn't know I would have g-men visiting today." Looking closely at Agent Charlene, she amended "or a g-woman."

The lawyer, James Holmes approached with the other two agents. " Ms. Wotan, I am James Holmes. I am one of the lawyers that represent Clan Home. We haven't had a chance to meet yet. It's a pleasure to meet you. These agents are with a division that deals with art crimes. Their warrant isn't valid. You don't have to speak to them unless you want to." Cally nodded in understanding. She looked at each of the agents in turn as a form of greeting. Just as she was about to speak again to Agent Charlene, she c.o.c.ked her head to the side. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath of air. Turning her head to the other side, she opened her eyes and zeroed in on the agent furthermost away.

"Who are you?" This agent had been un.o.btrusive to this point. But being singled out he stepped forward with a smile. Sticking his hand out, "I am Agent Sampson." At this point Marcus was shocked when Cally backed up avoiding the agent's touch. "You are not welcome here. I will ask you to leave immediately. James, please see this agent to the gate." Cally turned and spotted the Russian bear, "Sasha go get me a large bag of salt." Saluting, Sasha ran off instantly.

Charlene was by this point convinced that this woman before her was a nut job. Getting angry at the way her agent was being dismissed, she demanded, "Why? What did he do? You don't like the way he smells or something? This is absurd. Marcus, what kind of place is this? Some sort of asylum?"

"You are indeed correct. I don't like the way he smells." Cally's whole demeanor had changed. No longer an enchanting sprite, she appeared very cold. Crossing her arms, "I don't like his 'kind'. I don't like his religion. And I will salt the ground he has walked on." On hearing 'religion' Agent Sampson stopped smiling and dropped his hand. Standing stiffly he looked at his fellow agents, "Char, it's ok I'll head back to the gate and wait for you. Do you want me to send Barney up?" Charlene was confused. Everything had gone sideways since the team had arrived at the gate. 'Why was Sampson taking this kind of s.h.i.t?' This was so not like him.

Marcus was unsure of what had triggered Cally but he was on guard. He tried scenting the air but didn't smell anything that he thought was wrong. "Agents, Cally owns all of Clan home at the end of the day. If she doesn't want you here. Then I must ask you to leave peaceably. James, if you would escort this agent back down?" "Wait!" Cally ran over to a box and seemingly pulled nails out with ease. Running over to the lawyer, she handed him the iron nails. "Put these in your pocket. Keep both eyes on him and try not to let him touch you."

Sasha ran up as the club car was pulling away from the curb. Cally indicated she wanted him to go with James and the agent. She whispered two words in to Sasha's ears so he would know what he needed to do. "Black witch."