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In Deep Fudge	By : Lulu Category: A through F > Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Views: 3394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Six: Arrival
Thursday finally arrived, and Willy was a wreck from waiting. He had spent the previous day preparing the factory, the Buckets and himself for the arrival of the “badass”, as he had come to think of the person.
At 9:58 a.m. Willy was in his office fidgeting and trying to be patient. Charlie and Grandpa Joe sat on the purple velvet sofa chatting and trying to ignore the chocolate maker. Willy was about to check with Doris again, when she came over the intercom, “Mr. Wonka, someone has arrived at the front gates.”
At the news, Willy leapt from his chair with excitement. When he did, he slammed his right knee into the desk with a loud bang. He yelped in pain and grabbed his injured knee, loosing his balance in the process. Charlie and Grandpa Joe jumped up from the sofa just as Willy hit the floor behind his desk in a flurry of purple and black. They rushed forward to find Charlie’s mentor spread-eagle on the floor with an oddly blank expression on his face.
“Mr. Wonka?” tried Charlie calmly as he knelt at his side. “Charlie…….I’m… fine….no problem.“ responded Willy in a choked whisper. “I think……. I’ll just lie here for a bit and…… rest. Would you…….. mind just asking Doris…… to open the gates?” “Sure Mr. Wonka. Is there anything else I can do for you?” “No, actually I’m quite comfortable at the moment.” And although Mr. Wonka looked anything but comfortable, Charlie headed out of the office leaving Grandpa Joe to look after the chocolatier.
It was Thursday, and Adaline Drexler had arrived at Willy Wonka’s world famous chocolate factory a few minutes early. “Unfortunately, it’s larger than the pictures.” She thought grimly, as her mind automatically began analyzing the visible security, the areas of vulnerability and what would need to change immediately.
Adaline worked as a private security consultant in high risk situations. During the past two years, she had worked as a body-guard, a bounty-hunter and recently a combat instructor at Quantico. Two years ago, she had been career military. Her years as a soldier had been difficult and demanding, as well as rewarding, but she was forced to admit now they had left her a hard and cynical woman.
She had been trained from a young age to fight and defend herself by both her parents, who were adamant that the world was a dangerous place and only the strong survive. She graduated high school early and, like her mother and father, joined the marines, dedicating her life to the military and the study of combat in all its forms. She excelled and was soon a ranking member of a marine special recon unit. She saw a lot of action, was decorated several times, lost many friends and was herself seriously injured. For the most part she had loved the excitement and the challenge, but slowly, she began to realize something was missing.
Recently, she found herself questioning her life and her choices and was surprised to find she felt somewhat unfulfilled and slightly confused. She had been so one-track minded in her drive to be the ultimate warrior, that she had neglected every other aspect of her life. Outside of the fact that she could disarm and neutralize an opponent in under thirty seconds, she really didn’t know what she was capable of, or even enjoyed doing. In truth, she didn’t know herself at all. She didn‘t have any hobbies (other than those related to combat and tactics), no outside interests and few friends that weren’t also military. She left the military, to the dismay of her superiors, and began the task of figuring out who she was and what she really wanted.
As far as men went, Adaline had been with a few in the past, and it had been fine; nothing to write home about. Love, she didn’t really believe she had experienced, and sex was pleasant enough. She hadn‘t stayed with anyone very long. Until recently, she didn’t think she wanted to. Now, she wasn’t so sure. She had been all over the world, but there was no where on it that she considered home. So, here she was, treading water in her life, on the verge of serious soul-searching change, when Newton called.
Newton was a slightly sleazy, military acquaintance from her past. She remembered him as a sweaty, mouth-breather, who was always starring at her chest. He told her about Willy Wonka and his current dilemma and pleaded with her to help the man. Automatically, she started to say no. Then, she stopped and began thinking about last time she had something sweet.
In the past, Adaline rarely ate anything purely for pleasure. She had to be in peak physical condition in order to kick bad-guy butt, after all. That sounded kind of ridiculous to her now. These days, she found herself more willing to do things for no other reason than pleasure. When she did eat something sweet, it was usually something from the world famous Wonka factory. It wasn’t just the wonderful taste of the delectable chocolate. She actually felt something emotional, like a joyous little tickle in her chest, when she ate Wonka‘s candy. Occasionally, she had to repress the desire to giggle. Soldiers do not giggle. The need to meet the man who made her feel that way was suddenly overwhelming. So, she took the number, called Mr. Wonka and here she was, about to meet the candy-maker.
She had already done her research and knew everything about him that was public knowledge. He appeared to be an strange and fascinating man. She was oddly intrigued. Adaline stood in front of the gates to the chocolate factory feeling a little nervous, which was also an unusual feeling for her.
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