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Ghost of the Past: Part 5

Vladimir Yezhov was on his to see Jacqueline Jones. He had visited her home, only to find her husband at home. He had told Vladimir where was, after a short talk between his fist and his face a couple of times. Vladimir pulled up outside the Olympic Angels Gym, a place where you got a private trainer and a private workout room, if you had that type of money. Vladimir got out of his Merc and a valet got in to drive it away to the parking lot. He walked into the main reception, a man was typing away at his computer. He finally looked up when Vladimir got to the front desk.
" Hello sir, welcome to Olympic Angels Gym. How can we help you today?"
"I'm from the New York Times. Was told that a Miss Jacqueline Jones workout here." Vladimir spoke with a perfect New York accent.
"Yes Mrs Jones is here, but has asked that no one bothers her." replied the receptionist.
"I've come all the way from New York. All I want is to hear her side of the story. She not spoken up against these allegations." Vladimir put his hand into his pocket.
"Sorry sir, I can't..." He stopped as Vladimir held out a small roll of bills and placed them down on the desk. The receptionist look at the roll, $50 dollar bills, it look like a few hundred if not a thousand. He took it.
"Miss Jones, lets see... she on the 27 floor... rrooommm... 35. Take the elevators on the right side."
Vladimir smiled and walk down to the elevators.

It was a painful time in the lift, a pan flute version of a Justin Bieber song was being piped into the lift. The elevator finally reached the 27 floor. Vladimir stepped out, on the wall in front was some signs and arrows, pointing left and right. The right arrow sign read "Rooms 26-40 & Open floor area." He headed toward room 35. Inside room 35, Jacqueline was doing some squat lifts. Vladimir entered and watched her finish her set. She placed the 630lb bar back down on the rack and turned to face Vladimir. He was taken back by big she was, easily half a foot taller then himself. Her biceps looked bigger then his thighs.
"Who the hell are you?" she spoke with deep but still feminine voice.
"I want to do where you got the drug from?" Vladimir had gone back to his true russian accent.
"Sorry, I don't what your talking about." Jacqueline said as she seat down at curling bench to do some biceps curls. Vladimir walk over to the bench and looked at the weights on the bar. 10 plates with 45 written on the side, that 450lb nearly double his own weight. His stood in front of her and put his weight onto the curling bar.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." his blood red eyes meeting her cold gray eyes. Suddenly she launched him and the curling bar across the room. She got up from the bench and walked over to where he was on the floor. She picked him up off the floor with her massive hands around his neck. Vladimir tried to pull her hands away, but could not. He tried to hit her stomach, it felt like he was hitting a brick wall. She twisted around and throw him into a seating bench. He hit hard, ripping it bolts out of the floor. Jacqueline walk over to the bench press and grasped the 610lb bar with both hands. Vladimir struggled to feet in a daze, turning around to see be greeted by swing from the bar in Jacqueline hands. 305lb of weight hit him fall force into the side of his head. He hit the floor like a doll.

The bar had bent from the force of the impact. Jacqueline walk over to her gym bag and looked inside. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number.
"Jackie here. The man you warned me about is with me..... No he was trouble, he out cold now...... I'll bring him in for you."

Description
Ghost of the Past: Part 5

Vladimir Yezhov was on his to see Jacqueline Jones. He had visited her home, only to find her husband at home. He had told Vladimir where was, after a short talk between his fist and his face a couple of times. Vladimir pulled up outside the Olympic Angels Gym, a place where you got a private trainer and a private workout room, if you had that type of money. Vladimir got out of his Merc and a valet got in to drive it away to the parking lot. He walked into the main reception, a man was typing away at his computer. He finally looked up when Vladimir got to the front desk.
" Hello sir, welcome to Olympic Angels Gym. How can we help you today?"
"I'm from the New York Times. Was told that a Miss Jacqueline Jones workout here." Vladimir spoke with a perfect New York accent.
"Yes Mrs Jones is here, but has asked that no one bothers her." replied the receptionist.
"I've come all the way from New York. All I want is to hear her side of the story. She not spoken up against these allegations." Vladimir put his hand into his pocket.
"Sorry sir, I can't..." He stopped as Vladimir held out a small roll of bills and placed them down on the desk. The receptionist look at the roll, $50 dollar bills, it look like a few hundred if not a thousand. He took it.
"Miss Jones, lets see... she on the 27 floor... rrooommm... 35. Take the elevators on the right side."
Vladimir smiled and walk down to the elevators.

It was a painful time in the lift, a pan flute version of a Justin Bieber song was being piped into the lift. The elevator finally reached the 27 floor. Vladimir stepped out, on the wall in front was some signs and arrows, pointing left and right. The right arrow sign read "Rooms 26-40 & Open floor area." He headed toward room 35. Inside room 35, Jacqueline was doing some squat lifts. Vladimir entered and watched her finish her set. She placed the 630lb bar back down on the rack and turned to face Vladimir. He was taken back by big she was, easily half a foot taller then himself. Her biceps looked bigger then his thighs.
"Who the hell are you?" she spoke with deep but still feminine voice.
"I want to do where you got the drug from?" Vladimir had gone back to his true russian accent.
"Sorry, I don't what your talking about." Jacqueline said as she seat down at curling bench to do some biceps curls. Vladimir walk over to the bench and looked at the weights on the bar. 10 plates with 45 written on the side, that 450lb nearly double his own weight. His stood in front of her and put his weight onto the curling bar.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." his blood red eyes meeting her cold gray eyes. Suddenly she launched him and the curling bar across the room. She got up from the bench and walked over to where he was on the floor. She picked him up off the floor with her massive hands around his neck. Vladimir tried to pull her hands away, but could not. He tried to hit her stomach, it felt like he was hitting a brick wall. She twisted around and throw him into a seating bench. He hit hard, ripping it bolts out of the floor. Jacqueline walk over to the bench press and grasped the 610lb bar with both hands. Vladimir struggled to feet in a daze, turning around to see be greeted by swing from the bar in Jacqueline hands. 305lb of weight hit him fall force into the side of his head. He hit the floor like a doll.

The bar had bent from the force of the impact. Jacqueline walk over to her gym bag and looked inside. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number.
"Jackie here. The man you warned me about is with me..... No he was trouble, he out cold now...... I'll bring him in for you."