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Dance Moms Bodyguard (2) Danger Zone

Chapter 3 : Missions and Memories

Moments later, everyone gathered back at the double stairs lobby. Abby and the moms were given each a Mercedes S-Class, accompany by their personal assistants. A limousine was arranged to take the girls, everyone was fascinating with its spacious interior that comes with mini-bar and karaoke system, busy taking selfies and of each other with their phones.

JoJo entered last, Slava slide into the front passenger seat next to Morris, turned back and did a dutiful headcount, and then ordered the driver to go. Behind them, JoJo picked up the mic and began her tour introduction.

“Hello Beechees!” she brought out her high pitch voice and white teeth. “I’m going to show you the great spots of my home town. I’ll first take you to the coolest place we Russian teenagers hang out!”

“What? I thought we’re going to see monuments!” Paige asked in boredom.

“No. Your moms think I’m taking you to see the monuments, but I’m going to show you where the hottest boys hang out!”

Like being free from school, the girls let out thunderous cheers.

“But first I must introduce to you my personal assistant, Slava Rukavishnikova. She will be my assistant and bodyguard! And yes, you will need one when you’re living like me!”

“Even bimbo in a clown suit?” Paige muttered, then yelled to the front. “Morris! Looks like you’ve found yourself a date!”

“Shut up!” Morris yelled back, then turned to Slava next to him. “You babysits now?”

“You are no better!” she responded coldly.

“Are you going to be like this all the way? We’re gonna be stuck together for a very long time!”

“Four years long?” she glared at him.

“All the way it is!” Morris looked out the window.

The limousine arrived at an indoor amusement park surrounded by fashion stores, with a large ice rink under the spacious atrium. The place was filled with teenagers, all in their flashy branding just like JoJo.

“Same protocol? Fifty fifty?” Morris looked at Slava.

“My client is JoJo. You look after yours!” she responded.

“Hey, I have a whole team here!”

“Never take a job you can’t handle. Wasn’t that what you taught me?”

Without another word, she stood by JoJo’s side as her young client continued to introduce the place. Feeling left out, Morris went to stand by his girls.

“Who dumped who?” Paige asked as he approached.

“Need to know.” Morris reminded her.

“Slept with her, haven’t you?” Brooke snickered.

“Hey! How would you know?” Morris stared at the fourteen years old.

“I would if he dumps me!” Brooke said, then noticed her little sister was ear dropping, cleared her throat and added. “I haven’t. For the record.”

“You girls watch too much TV!” Morris sighed.

The place was like a heaven for teens, the only adults accompanied did not look like parents.

“Is it common to have bodyguards?” Chloe observed.

“Russia is a dangerous place, Beechees!” JoJo said proudly.

“It’s bitches. And you can call me Chloe.” she said in her quiet manner.

“I know who you are! You are my favorite character!”

“Thank you. I’m flattered.” then she added. “And I’m not a character.”

Chloe used to feel flattered by loving fans, until she learned that fame has a price to pay, almost costing her life.

“Have you ever been abducted?”

“A few times!” JoJo replied casually.

“What did they want?”

“Oh, the usual... money, contracts, access code to the nuclear warheads…”

“You’re kidding. Right?”

“Well, maybe not nuclear warheads.” JoJo shrugged. “But my father runs arms all over the world, deals with new threats for breakfast!”

“And he told you all that?”

“Why not? My father taught me that the first rule of defense is knowing the threats!”

My parents never told me anything... Chloe thought.

The phone rang and Morris looked at the screen, it was Spencer, launching his forced positive tone, which means nothing good.

“Morris! How was your trip to Moscow?”

“Excruciating! What do you want?”

“I see that you’re at the Vintage Palace.” Spencer looked at the GPS map. “I need you to pick up something from an old friend.”

“Put it on the system! I’m busy watching the girls!”

“It’ll only take a few, I need you to build his trust so he’s willing to work with our future associate.”

“Who’s your future associate?”

He looked up and Slava was standing in front of him, her phone screen was displaying an Orion logo.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! This is all a setup isn’t it?” Morris cursed.

“It’s your old friend Simonov. He insisted handing it to someone he thrusts, so we thought you may come in handy!”

“You could have just called me! Now you’re jeopardizing the girls!”

“We know you wouldn’t want to leave Pittsburgh, seeing how well you’re doing on TV. It’s a simple introduction, and what better cover up to do this?”

After given the details, Morris hanged up the phone and looked at Slava blankly.

“What do you think they are talking about?” Paige asked, watching from a distance.

“Old boyfriend trying to make up?” her sister said.

“I hope he succeeds!” Kendall said.

They watched Slava turned away coldly, with Morris chasing after.

“Nope!” the Hyland sisters shook their heads.

Slava approached JoJo and spoke quietly, the young girl nodded maturely, gathered everyone and said:

“Okay ladies! Let’s have lunch! I’ve booked the best restaurant for local cuisines!”

The restaurant was indeed high class as expected, but would have been better with some customers. Apparently JoJo has reserved the whole place for the formality, has even assigned the seats by names. The girls took their seats accordingly, with Chloe to her right and Maddie to her left. They all sat uncomfortably having a line of waiters stood behind them.

“Something’s up.” Brooke observed. “They’re not here!”

“D’you think they ditched us here for some secret mission?” her sister asked.

“Maybe they just want some alone time to make up?” Kendall looked around, then turned to their host. “JoJo, what’s the story between Morris and Slava?”

“She hasn’t told me anything.” the Russian girl tore a piece of her bread and chewed.

“Oh really? You seem to know him pretty well!” Brooke narrowed her eyes.

“I said she hasn’t told me anything.” JoJo swallowed the bread, then said. “But I did some homework myself. Apparently they were together some time ago.”

“And I need some bimbo to tell me that?” Brooke grew impatient.

“I don’t know much more.” JoJo sipped her drink. “Except that they were pretty close and did some missions together in Europe and the Middle East. Morris worked for my father for a while, and then he introduced Slava, and then he left her for America and never came back.”

“Oh, that sounds bad!” Paige shook her head. “And you know all this because?”

“Money, bitches! Money buys all sorts of information, especially with my father’s connection.”

“I hate to be your boyfriend!” Brooke shook her head.

“Speaking of boyfriend, what say we go crash a party tonight? It’s my ex-boyfriend’s birthday!”

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Dance Moms Bodyguard (2) Danger Zone

Chapter 2 : On Foreign Land

From what he learned, the Moscow trip was an invitation by their local TV station. They were doing something similar, and wished to make a crossover, an opportunity to promote both shows, and best of all they were paying for the trip.

But not paying enough as far as Morris could see. It only covered the Elite Team of Chloe, Kendall and the Hyland sisters, not to forget Abby and her ace Maddie, her baby sister Mackenzie, and Nia.

The moms who were willing to pay for their own trips were Chloe’s mother Christi, Kelly Hyland and Nia’s mother Holly. They all had the privilege to afford first class seats and upgraded the girls, leaving Morris stuck with Abby in the economy section, who took up most of his own space and listened to her bragging her success for nine hours.

After long torturing hours, the plane finally made its descent to the Sheremetyevo International Airport. They were greeted by a staff holding a sign at the arrival terminal, who took them through a VIP checkpoint, skipping hour-long process at the custom, and right out to a waiting bus.

They were taken through the city and arrived what looked like a historical building, with high walls and garden front, its grand entrance stood a line of serious looking staffs. A little girl in exaggerated pink and floral popped between them, threw her hands in the air and made a pose, wore a big smile that shows off her white teeth and bleached blonde hair.

“HELLO! BEECHEES!” she yelled in her Russian accent. “I am JoJo Siwanova, and I am proudly inviting you to my beautiful home!”

“I hate her already!” Paige muttered, her sister agreed.

“This is her house?” Chloe’s mother gasped, realizing her American wealth was nowhere near the Russians. “What do her parents do?”

“Drug dealer perhaps?” Brooke snorted.

“Try arms dealers!” Morris coughed to hide his words, turning away from the house.

The blonde Russian girl stood proudly with hands behind her back, giving her American visitors a thorough look on her high end brandings from head to toe, then she made her approach.

To Abby’s surprise, the Russian girl did not come to her. She walked straight to Morris, poked him on the back and giggled.

“Mr. Mooorris,” she hummed, “I’m so happy to see you again!!”

“She knows him?” the moms and girls exchanged looks.

“Sure!” Morris turned around and cleared his throat. “Hello JoJo. Look how much you’ve grown!”

He forced out a smile, despite the burning sensation from all the glaring.

“And I think you remember your colleague?” JoJo snapped a finger across her face like a dance, a dark hair lady walked to him.

“Oh crap…” Morris rolled his eyes, feeling his day has just went from bad to worse, his eyes darting for escape routes, until she came right up to his face. “Slava. How are you?”

To everyone’s surprise, the lady raised her hand and slapped him across the face. The girls jumped and woo, but more in an exciting way.

“We’ll talk about this later!” the lady said firmly.

“Yep! She definitely knows him!” Paige nodded.

“Now that we get it out of the way,” JoJo smiled as if expected, raised her voice and said. “Let me show you to my house!”

With a snap of her finger, the line of staffs broke out a path, opening a way towards the entrance, but all the eyes were on Morris, waiting for an explanation.

“Well go on girls! Go look at the place!” he cleared his throat and began shoving them into the building.

The little blonde Russian was not shy to show off her family wealth, introducing every painting, statue and antiques from her family collection along the way, enjoying the superiority over the Americans.

“When is our show?” Paige asked, rolling her eyes with boredom.

“Your show is three days away. Meanwhile, I have arranged tours to show you my beautiful country!”

“Your country?” Brooke crossed her arms. “I thought thing don’t belong to the people.”

“You must be mistaken with the old Soviet Union, something your Amelican media should long updated!” JoJo smiled. “Come! Let me show you to your rooms!”

Attitudes soon lightened up when the girls met their hospitality, seven Victorian furnished bedrooms, with high ceilings and windows looking out to a large grassy garden, and that’s just for the girls. Abby and the parents received family rooms, complete with their own balconies.

“My God! I can get use to this!” Christi sat on a sofa, soon she was offered snacks and beverages.

“I can be here all day long!” her friend Kelly sat next to her, kicking off her shoes.

JoJo came in and introduced a line of young men in grey suits.

“I have arranged a personal assistant for each and every one of you. They will be your interpreter, tour guide and financial assistant.”

“What do you mean financial assistant?” Kelly asked.

“To welcome my Amelican friends, I wish you the best gift of Mother Russia, so they will take care of all your expenses during your stay.”

“You mean like shopping?” the mothers asked in disbelief.

“Especially shopping! I will not let you leave Russia empty handed!” JoJo smiled gracefully.

“JoJo, what do your parents do for a living?” Christi couldn’t help asking.

“My parents’ businesses are their own. I personally am running my own fashion brand in five major countries and two hundred stores all over Europe.”

The way she undisclosed her family business made Christi even more uncomfortable, knowing that the wealthier one is, the less they are about their businesses.

“Now, I have arranged your assistants to take you to lunch and shopping, follow by a complete spa at our most luxury beauty club for the richest, unless you wish to rest from your jet lag.” JoJo spoke formally.

“What about the girls?” Kelly asked.

“I have planned to take them on a historical trip. I think they will find our culture and history fascinating!”

“What a lovely plan! What do you think, Christi?” Holly asked.

“What? Shopping and spa without the kids? What more can I ask for?”

Morris made his usual security protocol in the area. It was unnecessary, he has spent a year in this building in the past, the place was practically a fortress. But the girls like to see him work, so he dedicated the task to Chloe, Kendall and the Hylands, they were more than happy to be included in his spy tasks.

“What’s the story with you and that woman?” Paige asked, looking into the bed lamp, something she saw in a Bond movies.

“That’s on need-to-know basis.” Morris said.

“I need to know!”

“No you don’t!” said a voice at the door.

Slava stood cold like a soldier, her hands behind her. She announced that the bus was ready and they must gather at the main lobby. She did not wait for their response, did not smile, and definitely did not look at Morris.

“Ex-girlfriend?” Brooke narrowed her eyes.

“Need to know!” Morris reminded.

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Dance Moms Bodyguard (2) Danger Zone

Chapter 1: The Trip

“Girls!” Abbey began her usual announcement. “Next week, we’re going to compete in Moscow, Russia!”

Everyone was jumping in excitement, all except Morris. He yawned and walked out the studio.

“Say something, Morris! Look at them and say something!” the new producer instructed from behind the camera, but instead he got the finger.

Morris was already fed up with the heartless production crew, who uses the tears and privacies of young girls for public entertainment, but now they’ve gone too far. Now they wanted him to play along.

He went out the door and turned into a small alley where they kept the dumpsters, it was where Abby designated his smoking spot. You wanna smoke? Go stand at the dumpsters! was what she said, and he stood there like a punished little boy.

The producer caught up shortly after he took in his first drag of smoke, with his cameraman not far behind.

“Hey! You have a contract!”

“To be security for the girls. Nothing more!” Morris blew a cloud of smoke to his face. The producer coughed, waving the smoke away.

“Part of the deal! You’ll have to cooperate with production!”

The little guy was a head short, but trying hard to meet his face, so was the camera next to him.

“It said no such thing!”

“Read the fine prints! You are to…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Morris grabbed his collar and pinned him to the wall, choking the little man’s throat with his forearm, his feet dangling inches from the ground.

“Do you know why the last producer quit?” Morris hissed to his ear. “It’s because I snuck into his house when he was asleep, and shaved his head and balls.”

The little man was suffocating, his eyes about to pop out. Morris noticed his cameraman already taken a step back, still filming.

“Film all you want! Show it to your lawyer, show the police. I can disappear and they will never find me, but I can always fine you! I bet your stupid lawsuit can’t protect your balls from being sliced in the middle of the night now, can it?”

Dying for air, the producer managed a nod.

“So be sensible and tell your crew to leave me alone!” he released his arm, the man dropped like a stone. “Now scram! And be nice to the girls!”

The little man was so panicking he ran blindly into a dumpster, knocking it over and had trash poured all over himself. He crawled out of his own burial and ran again, falling and tripping his way out of the alley, probably to his car and drove out of state. His cameraman stayed though, stood frozen, probably peeing his pants.

Morris was on his third contract with the TV station, and it was a miracle he was still not getting fired. Either someone likes him from higher up, or they were just too scared to bring it up.

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Dance Moms Bodyguard (2) Danger Zone

Author’s Note

This is the second installment of the Dance Moms Bodyguard Trilogy. Here I thank all readers who continue to follow my story, and sent me notes and questions regarding to my works. Here I would also like to take the opportunity to answer some of the popular questions from readers:

Q: Which season was the story based on?

A: I wrote the story based on the appropriate age to which the characters capable to perform their actions. If I have to place a period, it would be around season three and four. Some age were alternated to fit their role.

Q: Why does Chloe seemed unfit with the gang?

A: Unlike Brook, Paige and Kendall who took their roles for the adrenaline, Chloe was traumatized by her abduction, so she did it to prevent others from suffering the same fate. She is more like the dark hero among them. These roles are more obvious in the second installment.

Q: Why has Maddie so little role?

A: Maddie was the ace of the team, and she would devote all her time and attention to her dancing career. It would be highly unlikely that she would take on an alternative path should an event fell upon her.

I hope my second installment will please you as much as the first, and I look forward to your comments!

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Yours truly, Thomas Chan / T. P. Channing

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