Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 07:08:18 -0700
From: Mad Max <madmax_001@rocketmail.com>
Subject: The adventures of Wallace and Ali chapter 4

The adventures of Wallace and Ali.

By boys in the hood.


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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.