Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 07:08:18 -0700 From: Mad Max Subject: The adventures of Wallace and Ali chapter 4 The adventures of Wallace and Ali. By boys in the hood. *WARNING, YOU MUST BE 18 AND OVER TO READ THIS STORY.* I and this site will not be held responsible if you are caught reading this story if you are underage or not meant to be here. Copyright: 2014. by boys in the hood. Do not copy, change or repost this story on another site unless you have contacted the owner. I own the rights to this story. Please donate any funds to nifty as they need your help. You can find the donation site on the main page. Authors message: I received a few emails about this story and I must let you know that I am dyslexic and use spell check when needed. I try to use the best grammar but at times I do suffer from Relapse so please understand when you send me emails about my spelling and grammar. Thanks Max. This story is a follow on from the story rich boy poor boy. Wallace and Ali are now brothers after Wallace parents were killed in a tornado. You need to read rich boy—poor boy to understand this story. The last chapter ended with: The trip back home was nothing new to us so we watched a few movies and played some games until it was time for a nap. We had a 10 hour flight and it was now around 1pm so we decided to take a nap for a few hours and rest up some. Rashid woke us up and served us an early dinner and we had roast turkey with potatoes and carrots plus a heavy brown gravy. Dessert was a cheesecake with whipped cream and strawberries. Rashid was tucking into his cheesecake when the plane hit some turbulence and he ended up having the plate of cheesecake falling onto his lap. "Oh god, Rashid, you just creamed yourself." Accede chuckled seeing the mess between Rashid's legs. "Fuck, my best pair of trousers." Rashid moaned picking up the plate and removing the mess between his legs and lap. "What happened here boys." Uncle Abdul asked seeing Rashid heading to the galley to clean up the mess on his trousers. We all decided to keep wearing our western clothing until we were close to home so Rashid went to his cabin and changed into his white robe and returned to his duties. The captain started to descend the plane due to we were about half an hour away from landing so Rashid grabbed our trash and closed the galley down ready for our arrival back to Dubai. The guards all now dressed in their Arabic clothing including our dads and ourselves were ready for us to depart the plane. The captain called for us to buckle in and get ready for a landing. It was a warm day and when we landed the heat soon filled the plane when the doors opened to let us out. Our limo was ready to take us home so all we had to do was show our passports and then walk down the stairs while the crew cleaned the plane ready for our next adventures somewhere around the world. Chapter 4 Where in the world is Ali. We had just over a month of relaxing enjoying our new crown that our father's bought from some boys in England and had had to go to Scotland for a quick trip to set up some new refineries in Edinburgh. So after we returned back to Dubai, dad went to a goldsmith who resized the crown to fit on our heads. It was funny to get our heads sized using some old fashioned tool the goldsmith had in the back of his shop. It fitted a wooden frame around our skull and turned rods that touched each side of of our skull and read out the size of each rod showing the roundness of our skull. "This looks really stupid Wallace, it's like he about to squeeze my head like a melon." Ali groaned. Just then one of our guards came in saying someone was trying to get into the limo. I took off leaving Ali all alone with that contraption on his head. When I went outside a thief was trying to get into the limo and one of our guards was hitting him with his club. When the cops arrived the thief was caught and put in a patrol car and was taken to the nearest police station. I returned to see that Ali and the goldsmith were missing. "Shit where the hell did Ali go to." I said to Hakeem. Rashid was on training lesson dealing with kidnappings and how to deal with issues with us boys being held for ransom. Little did we know that Rashid will be using those lessons in only 20 minutes. "Hakeem, something is not right here, call our dad and tell him what went on here and then call Rashid." I demanded. In minutes dad and uncle Abdul arrived and I told him what went on and that Ali just up and disappeared. "My god, what has happened to my son, where did he go?" Dad said holding one of the shopkeepers of the gold store we went to. "I-I don't know, we went outside to see what was going on with the carjacker and seeing your guard grabbing the thief but like you we returned seeing that your brother was missing and so was the goldsmith." The manager said with fearful looks on his face. Rashid appeared asking a shitload of questions seeking info about Ali's disappearance. No one knew what went on and no one saw a man dressed in black with Ali under his arm. Yes Ali was kidnapped and we didn't know until 5 hours later when dad received a phone call telling him that Ali was being held somewhere around the world and he would be freed when the crown we bought was handed over to the kidnappers. "Shit, did anyone check to see if the crown was still in the store?" Rashid asked phoning up the gold store asking them if the crown was also missing. It was still in the safe but only the manager and dad knew in what safe it was being held in. The police were setting up a command post in our living room installing equipment ready to find any info on the whereabouts of Ali's kidnappers. "Wallace, tell me everything that happened in the store." Rashid said holding onto my shoulders tightly. "Rashid, you are hurting me." I yelped. "Rashid, let him go, he's not involved in this, get a grip and think man." Uncle Abdul told Rashid. "We have a suspect but he is not talking." Lt. Jaheim, of the kidnapping agency said holding a photo of the carjacker in his right hand. "Let's go and see him, I will get any info out of the prick." Rashid demanded holding a dagger in his hand. So dad and uncle Abdul plus Rashid took off to the city police station with L.t Jaheim. "Where is the prick, bring him to my feet and have a sward ready for me to use." My dad demanded. The thief arrived looking a right mess. His left eye was closed up after he was socked in the eye trying to get away from our guard. "Who are you, why did you try to break into my limo." Dad said holding the the sharp sward towards the man's throat. "Please, I don't know the man, he said to break into your car and make a commotion and he paid me $1,000 to do it. The thief replied begging for his life. Dad was mad as hell, he was swearing to the thief demanding more info holding the sward close the the man's Adams apple nicking him and drawing blood. `The man contacted me via my cell phone and told me what to do and where to go, that's all I know." The car thief replied crying and begging not to have his throat sliced open. "How were you paid, tell me." Rashid said questioning the now sobbing thief. "He sent it to my bank account, about an hour ago." The thief replied now peeing his pants. Rashid asked for his account number and what bank he used. In minutes Rashid had found the account seeing $1,0000 deposited into the man's account but nothing more. "So we need to get the bank to let us enter their computes to trace where the money came from." Rashid said to our dad. The police officer took us to the bank of Dubai and demanded to see the manager. "Ok, please let me use some of my skills I just learned in the academy to trace where the money was sent from." Rashid told the bank manager. The funds were encrypted and Rashid took about an hour before he found where the money was transferred from but no names. "It was send from Texas, Dallas, but no info about who had sent it." Rashid told dad and the police officers. "Can you find out what bank they used to send the funds?" L.t Jaheem asked Rashid. "It's a little tough, but I can try and see if I can find the branch as well." Rashid replied while trying to use the banks computer to unravel the encrypted deposit. "It's the bank of America, and the branch was in the city of Dallas, the main bank there." Rashid grinned finding his new computer skills were now well used. "We have to go to the States and fly to Dallas right now." Dad yelled out to everyone in the room. "But why dad, we have to wait to see if the kidnappers call us for the ransom." I told my father. "Yes that is true son, but your brother is being held somewhere and that is the only clue to his whereabouts." Dad replied looking despaired. "He might still be in Dubai father, we don't know if he was taken away from Dubai." I said sobbing into Accede's arms. "We will find him son, I will travel the world to find him." dad quoted stamping his fist onto the table. We returned home and waited for any more info on Ali's whereabouts. Just then dad's cell phone rang and we heard Ali's voice on the cell phone. `Dad, I'm alive; please do what the man tells you and I will stay safe." Ali told us. Then a male voice was heard and it was scrambled and you could not hear his natural voice due to using a scrambler device. "Where is my son, what have you done to him." Dad yelled into his cell phone. `Listen, I will say this once, you need to shut up and do what I say." The kidnapper said in a low voice. So the kidnapper told dad what was needed and where to bring it. "I want to hear my son's voice again right now." Dad demanded. Ali's voice was heard again and dad talked to him in Arabic for a few seconds and then the call end dead. We didn't know if Ali ended the call or the kidnapper ended the call but dad did something we all knew and L.t Jaheem was scratching his head so Rashid filled him in with a code word we all learned in Arabic to use when something happened like a kidnapping or when we could not speak. "Officer, all of the boys have a tracking device in their watches, it looks like a normal watch but used in the right hands it can be used to track down that person wearing the watch but it looks like Ali had his hands tied up so he could not activate his homing device. Somewhere in Texas. "It looks like your daddy is going to do what I asked of him, yes I wanted the crown you got from that snotty kid in England, but now I am going to own it one way or another." The man wearing the black hood over his head said to Ali giving him a drink and a sandwich after untying Ali's hands. "My dad will kill you if you ever hurt me; he's got a shitload of guards ready to hunt you down and yes your head will never wear that crown if my dad gets his hands on you." Ali replied swearing in Arabic. "I'm not worried young man, so eat your food or go hungry I don't care." The man chuckled closing the door where Ali was being held in. As soon as the man left Ali, Ali grabbed his watch and pressed the red button four times on the side of the watch, it looked like it was the adjustment button and it was but pushing it four times activated the tracking device and it pulsed every ten seconds sending out a signal to a satellite and then send a message to the main tracing box that was placed in the den with an activation light flashing when one of our watches was activated. Ali didn't know he was in fact in a plane, he was drugged and had awoken a few hours later seeing a man standing in a room with only a few items inside it. The room was small and squared off so that you could not know it was inside an aircraft. Just then the room vibrated and Ali was thinking he was moving. He could have been in a large truck or on a ship. "Where the hell am I, the room is moving but I can't hear any engines, it's like the room is soundproofed." Ali said to himself when the room vibrated again and felt that he was turning to the left. "What the fuck, am I on a plane or on a ship." Ali thought trying to figure his what he was been held in. No windows and only one door could be seen. He hoped that his watch was sending out the signal and hoping that nothing was stooping it pinging back to the house. `Father, the light, see, the light is flashing." Accede yelled seeing the red flashing light on the wall. "He did it, he's still alive." Dad yelled checking the tracking device that was now sending a beep to the responder. "Rashid, can you tell where he is." Uncle Abdul asked him. "Oh shit, he's not in Dubai; he's about six hours away from the house. He has to be on a ship or on a plane." Rashid exclaimed. "What direction is he taking?" Dad said checking the transponder to see if the satellite was still sending a signal. "It looks like he heading to North America, I can't tell if he's up in the air or on the sea but the watch is telling me he is moving towards North America and he is moving at a quick speed." Rashid explained to us all. "We need to go after him;we know the caller told us to wait for the next instructions but since we can track him we have a chance of finding him." Uncle Abdul announced and quickly got the captain of the plane to get his crew ready to fly to North America. "So are we heading to Dallas, since that is where the bank deposit was placed?" I asked dad. "Yes so we need to go now." Dad told us. We had special clothing on board the plane for emergency's so we didn't have time to pack our bags anyway. The police followed us to the airport giving us an escort to the plane. Rashid had a portable tracking device that showed where any of us was being held so we had a way of tracing Ali when we landed in Dallas. The F.B.I was informed of our dilemma and said they would help us out and did the state police in Dallas. A catering truck appeared and quickly placed some food on the plane and the crew was rushing around getting everything ready for a quick take off. The airport was told to get us up in the air as soon as possible since it was important to get out of Dubai in minutes. Rashid had placed extra batteries for the tracking device in the compartment of the portable tracker and placed it near the cockpit so that we could get a signal from the satellite. "Oh fuck, I hope Ali is safe and not being molested." Charlie gasped while buckling into his seat. "If someone has touched a hair on his head Rashid will end that person's life." Accede grunted fixing his seat belt. The captain informed us that we would be taxing to the main runway in about 5 minutes so we had to be buckled up. Dad was tapping his fingers on his seat and had a worried look on his face. "Dad, we will find him, what did the kidnappers ask for since we were not informed about the demands." Charlie asked. The kidnappers wanted the gold crown." Dad replied giving a sigh. "Ok, they might be a way of finding out who wants it uncle, we need to contact the boys in Nottingham right away." Charlie replied. " Why contact them Charlie." I asked. "Wallace, we can find out who asked about the crown and who put a bid on it to buy it." Charlie grinned. "That is something we can try son, why didn't I think of that." Rashid mumbled grabbing his cell phone and asking for the boys cell number. Toby answered the call and after a quick chat Rashid asked if he could talk to his father. "Hi, this is Rashid; I'm calling you to ask if you have any info on the people who enquired about the crown you were selling." Rashid asked Toby's father. Rashid explained the reason and in minutes emails soon arrived to our main computer with all the enquires from people interested in buying the crown. Most were in Europe or in Great Britton but a few emails were from the U.S.A and they were sent from an email address from a New York office. They were all sent from the same address so Rashid called the F.B.I and told them the address and phone number of the enquirer and said to go and check it out to see if it's a real company. It took a while to find the office but when the F.B.I arrived it was empty but one piece of evidence was found an envelope and it was a company in Dallas Texas. The Dallas F.B.I was informed about the company in down town Dallas and had some men go and check it out to see if anyone was using that office. The F.B.I had a stakeout set up and had the phone lines bugged ready if anyone used the phones there. It was getting close for Ali to be put asleep and placed in a cargo container so that the crate could be placed into a truck when the plane landed in Dallas and no one could see Ali be seen entering Texas. All the airports were informed about Ali and all passengers were questioned that flew from Dubai. Only four passenger planes took off heading to the states and two of them were heading to Dallas. No one thought about the cargo plane that was heading to Dallas cause it was a cargo plane owned by a private owner and it was normal for private cargo contractors to fly in and out of Dallas and other states of North America. "Right boy, your last meal before we arrive, I bet you have found out that you are on a plane but that is all I am telling you, you don't need to know where we are landing but you will do what we say when we get to the hiding spot." The hooded man chuckled handing Ali a drugged drink with his sandwich. It took 10 minutes for the drug to take its affect and soon Ali was asleep on the floor and was placed in a crate just big enough for him to lie in. The men placed him in the rear of the plane ready to be taken off and placed in a truck. "How are the F.B.I taking this kidnapping." I asked my dad. "Son, they are doing the best they can, the info we received from the British boys has helped finding Ali so when we can we will go and see them all since I felt you all wanted to be with them a little longer than a few hours so that is what we will do when we find Ali." Dad informed us boys. "Oh yes, I think Ali would enjoy seeing the boys again even though he's gone through a lot already." Accede cried trying not to get too upset over Ali's kidnapping. "We'll see him again you guys, as long as his watch is pinging we will track him down and quickly grab him." Rashid told us. It was the quickest time flying to Dallas. The captain had the engines fully running and we took less time arriving than we did normally. It took over 9 hours to fly to Dallas and when the plane arrived in Dallas the local cops, state police and the F.B.I were ready to meet us. After our guards had their gun's checked and American licences looked over the guards placed their guns into their holsters and were told not to use them unless it was in self-defence. A large limo took us to a hotel in Dallas and we had set up a command center there ready to track Ali's movements. The office that the F.B.I was staking out had no movement or any calls and no one entered the office that the envelope had the address on. It was dead end cause the company was held in a dummy name. No one knew that Samuel Howard the third owned the building and had rented the office in New York. Samuel Howard the third was a wealthy man but missed out buying the crown by a few thousand dollars. He was upset about now buying the crown and he found out who bought it and made his mind up that he would get his hands on it one way or another. he owned the cargo transport planes that flew all over the world and had tons of cash but missed out due to the owners liked the Arabic buyers seeing that it was going to a great home and not to a place where it would be stored and not used in a proper manner. Well he was told his bid was rejected for some reason that he was not going to use it like the Arab princes would do and took an offence to that reply. He was going to get revenge in any possible way and that is what he did, he used the goldsmith offering him half a million dollars to have the boy taken away from his shop with no witnesses. He was found bobbing in the Arabian sea a day later with a bullet wound in his head. A fisherman found his body floating in the sea and we were told about the man after we had arrived in Dallas. "Ok, listen up, you are all going to stay right here, don't even try to leave the hotel, the guards have been told to watch you every minute and also the police have been told to keep an eye on you all. "Rashid told us after we had settled into our room. "Are you going to track Ali now." I asked him. "Yes, we have a location where we think Ali is being kept and the F.B.I is getting ready to storm the building, so keep your fingers crossed and we will have Ali back here in a few hours." Rashid replied seeing the signal beeping on his hand held monitor. Ali was not moving since he was being strapped down on his bed. "Ok, we have set up a few men over the road from where the signal is coming from, we have people staked near the building and no police in uniforms will be seen around the area." F.B.I agent Barry said to our dad and Uncle Abdul. "We need to move slowly so we can see who comes in and out of that building, we have drawings of the building and we have planned how to get in, so it might take time so that we don't spook the kidnappers. The F.B.I agent explained to Rashid. The F.B.I ended up finding who owned the building after checking the check that was used to send the $1,0000 dollars to the car thief. Mr Samuel Howard the third was now being watched in his house just a few miles out of Dallas. His house phones were bugged and his cell phone was being monitored. He sent a message to dad's email address using a fake email address and told our dad that he would send a truck to the palace to pick up the crown and have it sent to the airport. It was time to move since we were in Dallas and no one but staff would be in the palace so Rashid told the staff if a truck arrived to give them the wooden box that looked like the one that held the crown and put a lock on it so the driver could not open it. That way it would give the F.B.I some extra time to sort out their next move. IT worked, a truck arrived after dad sent an email back to the kidnappers telling them he had placed the crown into a box. That was the last message that Mr Howard would ever receive. He was shot and killed after his phone and any other device he owned and used was jammed. The F.B.I entered his house and had a shootout with his security and Howard tried to kill a F.B.I agent. He didn't have a chance to call the kidnappers and ended up in a morgue with his crew beside him. In the building where Ali was being kept a sniper had his gun aimed on the man who had a black hood placed in the back of his jeans pocket. Only two men were inside and it took only a few minutes for them to hit the floor. The F.B.I broke the door down, the hooded man fell trying to aim his gun towards the door and had his head blown off. The other kidnapper was killed trying to move towards Ali falling on his face, well what was left of it. He was shot by the sniper ; blowing his face off trying to shoot Ali. Our brother was untied from his bed and tried to stay calm seeing the men being shot and and blood all over the place. Brain matter was covering the floor and Ali almost spewed up seeing the mess. He was placed into the arms of Rashid who hugged the shit out of him kissing his face and trying to calm him down when Ali realised he was in the arms of Rashid. The F.B.I told Rashid to take Ali to the ambulance that was parked outside the building. Dad and Uncle Abdul came out of the building that the F.B.I had used to stalk the kidnappers and surround Rashid seeing how Ali was now in safe hands. "Dad, you found me." Ali cried hugging father giving him a kiss and a long hug. Uncle Abdul was next to get a long hug and a kiss and then Ali asked if us boys were with them. Dad explained everything to Ali who was now being put into the back of the ambulance telling him where he was found and where we were staying. A few hours later Ali was released from hospital and returned to the hotel were we met up with Ali again. "Ali, oh my god, your back." I yelled jumping up and down hugging my brother. Charlie and Accede took their turns hugging Ali and giving him a shitload of kisses. "Well you are back and we are never leaving your side ever again." We all told Ali. Dad and uncle Abdul came in and sat in the chairs feeling more relaxed that Ali was back and safe with us all. It took a while before we ate and tonight we had room service bring everything we liked on the menus. Dad and Uncle Abdul watched us eat a pile of food. Rashid had Skyped our moms and we had a quick chat to Accede's mom and my mom telling them what went on with all the F.B.I and how Ali had to deal with the shooting of both the kidnappers and the man behind the whole kidnapping. Dad was talking to the head of the Dallas F.B.I and was told how they found messages found on Mr Howards computer between the two men killed in the warehouse and a few contacts in Dubai. Dad called the head of the Dubai police department telling them where to find all the people involved with the kidnapping including some workers in the Dubai airport who turned an eye on the cargo that was placed in Mr Howards plane not handling any paperwork on the crate that held Ali in. "Ali, I am so sorry for not being there for you, I should have stayed with you and not gone out to see what the problem was with the limo. If I stayed with you I might have foiled the kidnapping." I said now crying in Ali's arms. "Wallace, you were helping our guard sort out the car thief and you didn't know it was a ploy to have you leave me and it went so quick I was snatched and put into a car and then felt a prick in my arm and I was knocked out in a flash." Ali explained as to why he didn't have time to set off his beeper. I sobbed until Ali kissed my lips making me to stop crying and then I felt a hot tongue enter my mouth and I was now riding high in the sky feeling lightheaded. We had finished eating and decided to call it a night and had a shower and went to bed cuddling our partners until we fell asleep. The next morning we went down to the restaurant to eat breakfast and we sure enjoyed the flapjacks with a ton of strawberries on the top. Next Rashid had said he was told to send us to our parents gravesites since we were in Dallas cause our dads had said it was a chance to visit them and maybe lay some flowers there. "I hope you understand why we want you to visit your parents graves Wallace and Charlie, we don't know when we will come to Dallas again so please forgive me for doing this but I wanted and your uncle wanted you too to have the chance to visit them and maybe say a few words or just reflect being close to them my sons." Dad and uncle Abdul told us in a nice way. " I understand dad, I know you are looking out for us and to have the chance to be with them for a while and yes I would like to give them some flowers and say a prayer to my parents.' I said hugging Ali for support. Charlie was feeling the same and it' s been a while since our last visit to their graves. Rashid called the front desk and organised some bunches of flowers for us to place on our parents graves. Accede and Ali stood behind us while we laid our flowers on our parents gravestones. Charlie broke down and so did I seeing our mom's and dad's faces and the words written and it brought back the first time we heard that our parents were killed in an auto accident. I felt two arms grab my waist holding onto me while I cried my eyes out feeling relief that I was able to be with my parents for an hour. I have never forgotten my birth parents and I told them what Charlie and I have done and how life has been treating us in Dubai. Then Ali and Accede placed some flowers beside ours and bowed saying a prayer in Arabic thanking them for giving birth to both me and Charlie. It was a solemn feeling having my adopted brother standing next to me in front of my birth parents and I was happy to hold Ali after being kidnapped. Accede was hugging Charlie and holding his hands saying he loved him and would forever look after him for all his long days of his life. Rashid asked if we wanted some photos taken with our parents gravestones with the flowers resting above the grave. We did and our dad's also stood beside us and said a prayer to my birth parents telling them that we were well looked after and they would be proud of us and what we had done in Dubai. We returned to the hotel and had some lunch and went for a nap until dinner time. The long flight and getting over Ali's kidnapping soon zapped our energy. Dad said we would have one more day in Dallas before heading home. Dad also told Ali, when he was ready that we would go to see the boys in Nottingham and have a week's stay with our English friends. Ali's eyes lit up and said that would be an awesome thing to do. We headed to the airport under a police escort and had a F.B.I agent escort us to our plane. Rashid had outdone himself yet again making sure we had our subs and the fridge was filled with so many subs Ali almost peed himself opening the fridge door laughing his head off telling Rashid that he might have over ordered a few too many subs. The captain was excited to see Ali back with us and gave him a hug telling him he was happy to hear that he was found safe with no injuries. We buckled in and relaxed in our chairs waiting for the plane to take off. It was not long before we felt better being a family again. Dad who surprized us by singing a welcome song in Arabic and the rest of the family joined in. Rashid could not sing to save his life tried his best to sing with us. The guards clapped and whooped in time with Dad's singing and it was awesome to see Uncle Abdul dancing around the plane acting like a five year old. After a long flight back to Dubai we again said a prayer to everyone who helped to find and save Ali from the kidnappers . Our moms were in the private waiting room where our plane parked and yelled and rolled their tongues when we walked down the steps. Yes we were home again and I was forever thankful that I had Ali in my arms. The end.