It had taken a little doing, but after my conversation with Dibs, I'd spent a couple of days digging deeper and deeper into Zavrik. And it was his bay that I'd infiltrated and was watching. He wasn't nearly as incompetent as he made himself out to be and did a nearly masterful job of covering his electronic tracks. But I was lucky to have Soran on my side because he was better. He'd found the bread crumbs carelessly left behind by Zavrik and had followed them relentlessly.
It turned out that Dibs' rumors had some substance to them. Zavrik was hiding something. And though I couldn't prove it conclusively – yet – I was almost certain he was on the take. He was being bribed to either actively participate in bringing in illegal contraband, or just look the other way. It didn't matter which really, since he was complicit either way. I just needed to find out what was being brought in.
“There appear to be three security guards in the bay,” Soran said. “They are approximately 400 meters from your current position. Judging by the thermal scans I am seeing, they are in a room – asleep.”
At least that was going my way. “Thank you, Soran,” I said.
“Sir, that is not to say there are not others in that particular bay who are armed,” Soran said. “I merely ran a check for security personnel on file. I did not – ”
“Wait,” I hissed. “Quiet.”
Soran fell silent and I strained my ears. Listening. And soon enough, the distinctive sound of a transport's engine filled the air around me. It was happening.
During his search of Zavrik's records and hidden correspondence, he'd discovered that there was a manifest for ships that did not exist. Or at least, ships whose presence had been expunged from the records. It was never many. Two or three a week at most. It was if whoever was running this operation knew that any more than that might draw some unwanted attention.
The ships in question though, did not appear in the bay logs. Procedure dictated that all ships must be recorded in the bay's manifest upon arrival. But Soran had found a second log buried deep in an electronic jungle. If you knew what you were looking for, it was relatively simple to get to. But if you were ignorant to its existence, you might never find it at all. But when I saw it, I felt a surge of energy in my chest and something akin to excitement flow through me. It was a secret manifest that listed the arrival of ships dating back to just after the Regents had been established.
So, I had evidence that somebody – or perhaps, multiple people – on the Council were bringing in ships in secret. They had altered official logs to hide the existence of these transports. That much, I could prove. I also had proof that a port manager was complicit in the cover up of these mysterious transports.
What I didn't have though, was any idea what was actually being brought to Optorio. Yes, I had heard plenty of rumor and speculation. Such as the trafficking of women from offworld for the sole purpose of forcing them into the sex trade. But as of yet, I had not one shred of actual evidence. If I took this to the Council now, they'd laugh it off and tell me they were bringing in coffee or rugs. Something completely benign.
Which was why I was in Zavrik's bay in the middle of the night – to get that proof.
I tucked myself behind a stack of crates and peered around the corner as the transport entered the bay and gracefully set down. A moment later, the ramp came down in the back and the two pilots walked out. They talked for a couple of minutes with the port workers – and judging by the laughter and backslapping, were apparently swapping jokes.
“Sir,” Soran said. “I took the liberty of scanning the transport and there are sixteen life forms aboard. They all appear to be female and of Gevonian origin.”
“Gevonians,” I whispered to myself.
The pilots disappeared back into the ship and I waited to see what would happen next. Though, I had a fairly good idea already.
“Soran,” I said. “Are you recording?”
“Of course,” the computer intoned. “I've already begun curating all surveillance images as well as saving the recordings through your retinal lenses.”
Excellent. I was going to get the proof I'd been looking for. The next step was to find out who exactly was behind the operation, but I had a feeling that wasn't going to be too entirely difficult. The Regents were cowards and when I began squeezing with all of the information I'd collected, they would begin turning on each other. They would be falling all over themselves to make a deal by implicating somebody else.
It was just a matter of applying pressure to the right places.
From my vantage point, I watched as a line of Gevonian women – their distinctive blue skin and thick, white hair – were marched down the ramp, being prodded by the pilots. One woman broke out of line and started to run.
But she didn't make it very far. One of the bay workers caught her – he actually reached out and grabbed her by her thick mane of hair. He'd pulled so hard, the woman had been yanked off of her feet and landed flat on her back, the breath very likely driven out of her.
The bay worker slapped her across the face, yelling a string of curses at her. Gevonian women were known to be feisty and this one certainly lived up to that reputation. Though trying to regain her breath, she spit in the worker's face. Outraged, the worker reached back and balled up his fist, ready to deliver a blow to her.
“Stop,” one of the pilots called, his voice echoing around the mostly empty bay. “Do not damage the goods. There are to be no marks or wounds to them.”
The worker growled something and then yanked the woman to her feet by her hair. She squealed in pain as he dragged her along, back toward where the other group of women waited. They looked resigned. Defeated. I couldn't help but imagine what sort of horrors they'd been exposed to.
The woman being dragged back to the group struggled though and tried to break the man's grip. He responded by delivering a vicious punch to her midsection. She doubled over and even from where I was standing, I could hear her retching and gasping for breath.
“What did I just say?” the pilot screamed.
“You said no marks or wounds,” the worker replied. “Look at her. Not a mark on her. But I got my point across.”
I watched as the men herded the women together and ushered them down a corridor. I wasn't certain where they were going, but I had a fairly good idea. I was heartsick by what I saw. For some reason, I'd thought that getting confirmation that I was right would have felt better. But believing something and seeing it in front of you were two very different things.
Seeing the abuse and mistreatment of the Gevonian woman only steeled me further. Made me angry. Made me remember exactly what I was doing all of this for – to stop that sort of treatment. To make life better for everybody.
“Soran,” I said. “Finish compiling all of the data and send it to the secure location.”
“Right away, sir.”
I gave one last look at the corridor where they'd taken the women. Part of me wished that I were a skilled fighter. That I could throw myself into the fight and free them all on my own. But I was smart enough to know my limitations. I was not a fighter and would end up getting killed – which would help no one.
No, I had to take solace in the fact that I was doing what I could to help. And I would continue doing just that until my dying day.
Book 2 – Caged
Chapter One
Riley
My head was spinning and my body ached. When I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling of the room I was in, I found that the whole world seemed to be spinning actually. As I lay there, taking an inventory of everything that hurt on me, I felt my stomach roiling and was sure that I was going to be sick. I turned over quickly. Too quickly. My stomach lurched and I vomited up some bile, a pool of green liquid and foam spewing all over the cold floor of the room.
“Help me,” I slurred, reaching out and grabbing onto something in front of me that felt like a cold metal bar. “Someone, please help me.”
“Ain't no one gonna help you here, doll,”
a high pitched female voice with a Southern accent said softly. “In here, there ain't nothin' but misery.”
I wasn't alone.
I tried to turn to where the voice came from, but my vision was blurry and it took my eyes some time to adjust. All I could see was the vague and blurry outline of somebody sitting on the floor across from me. But as my eyes gradually adjusted and my vision started to come back to me, I felt my eyes widen in shock.
No, I wasn't alone. There were others. Many others. All women. Some were like me, on the ground and just waking up. Others were still out. And there were some who were awake, sitting against the wall with their knees to their chest. There were roughly two dozen women in all sitting or laying in the cell with me.
My first thought was that I had somehow ended up in jail. The room around us was a stark white color. It was cold and there were no windows. Or light fixtures. But as I looked around and started to become a little better oriented, I realized that there was light – somewhat dim – but light, in the room. But where was it coming from? As I looked around, I realized that it looked like the light was coming from the walls themselves. They seemed to glow with an inner light.
It was strange. Beyond strange. And I had no explanation of it.
“Where am I?” I choked, my throat raw and dry. “Are we in jail?”
The woman across from me scoffed. “We ain't in jail, honey. At least, no kinda jail I've ever seen before,” she said. “None of us knows where in the hell we are. We all just woke up here. Just like you.”
I was finally able to put a face with the voice. She was small blonde woman with a bob haircut and smeared mascara running down her cheeks. She was pretty in a way, but looked like she'd lived a hard life. She looked like she was in her thirties or so, but something told me she was actually younger than that.
Unable to stand and walk just yet – my limbs felt like they'd been injected with cement, I crawled on my belly, inching my way over to the woman – the only person talking to me. None of the others who were awake would even look me in the eye. They simply sat against the wall in silence, a faraway look in their eyes.
It felt like it took forever, but I finally made my way over to the woman. She reached out and took hold of me, helping me into a sitting position against the wall. She was small and petite, but a lot stronger than she looked.
When I was finally in a sitting position, my body screamed in agony. I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut, willing the pain to go away. It took some time, but it eventually faded to a dull aching sensation. Once the pain had died down, I became aware of a different sensation – and immediately felt my face flush with heat. Tears welled in my eyes as I realized the back of my jeans were cold and damp. I'd wet myself. Probably during the attack.
“Happened to us all, honey,” she said. “Ain't no shame in it. Don't let it worry you none.”
I kept my eyes shut and leaned my head back against the wall, trying to remember everything that had happened. I remembered the dark sedan. And the men who'd chased me. I remembered throwing a rock and one of them using – something – that made the rock just disappear. And then he'd turned it on me.
And yet, I was there. Still alive. Not disintegrated. I looked over at the woman like she had the answers to the million questions firing through my mind. She simply gave me a small smile and shook her head.
“Yeah, most of us are still trying to piece it all together too,” she said. “Most of us remember the men who grabbed us – ”
“They were tall and so pale, their skin almost looked translucent,” I said as my memory came flooding back in to me. “Their hair was dark, but had a purple sheen.”
“Pretty much,” she said. “Only, the creeps who grabbed me had a blue sheen to their hair. Sounds like it's different guys but part of the same group.”
The same group. So we were dealing with a group and not just a couple of random creeps. And given the number of women in the cell with me, it seemed like a highly organized group. I didn't think that random creeps would have the wherewithal to grab and keep so many women. But then, what did I know?
“You said that nobody knows where we are. What did you mean by that?” I asked. “Someone has to know something.”
“Oh, I'm sure someone does, but they're not talking to us,” she replied. “Haven't seen anyone in hours, and when I do, they just throw in some food without saying a word. More of those tall, pale assholes.”
“How long have you been here?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Probably a few days, I guess? Maybe more. Ain't exactly like we got a calendar in here, honey.”
Running a hand through my hair, I felt my confusion growing even deeper. “How long have I been here?”
She smiled. “Almost a day, seems like,” she said. “You must've put up a hell of a fight because you've been out cold. Don't know what they did to you, but you got a real nice nap out of it.”
I stared at her, trying to puzzle it all out and coming up empty. I shook my head, frustrated. All of this seemed like it was straight out of some horrible dream. I needed to think. Needed to clear my head and focus. But with my thoughts and emotions swirling around like a vortex from hell, I was finding it more and more difficult.
“What's your name?” I asked.
“Nicole. You?”
“Riley. Where you from?”
“Chicago,” she said with a sigh. “What's it matter though?”
“Chicago?” I asked, not sure if I heard her right. “Then why are you in California? Were you taken while you were visiting somebody?”
Nicole cocked her head and gave me a strange look. “I'm not in California. Never been to California in my life,” she said. “Why? Is that where you're from?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I'm from a place called Sapphire Bay. Kinda near San Francisco,” I said. “So, you're telling me that you were in Chicago when you were taken then?”
“Yeah, I sure was,” she said. “I was having drinks with some friends and called a cab to come pick me up at the bar when we were done. But the last thing I remember is a black sedan pulling up at the curb and those two pale ass creeps getting out. And the world just went black from there.”
A black sedan. Yeah, that sounded all too familiar to me. But I racked my brain and it just wasn't adding up for me. If that black sedan had been in Sapphire Bay, how in the hell had they also been in Chicago at around the same time?
That lent credence to the idea that we were dealing with a highly organized group. But there was something that still wasn't adding up in my head. Which could have been because of my hard earned paranoia. Maybe her sense of time was wrong. Maybe she'd been here longer. Maybe I hadn't been here as long as she'd thought. There were a million maybes, but there was one thought that kept coming back to me.
“Do you happen to know a guy named Mike Bailey?” I asked.
“Not that I recall,” she said with a shrug. “Doesn't ring a bell at least. Why?”
“Just a bad feeling, I guess. Paranoia, maybe,” I said. “He's an ex of mine. Real bad guy. I'd always feared that he was going to abduct me and leave me in a shallow ditch somewhere. But even I have to admit that I can't see him collecting a couple dozed of us. His hatred was always directed at me.”
“Think he hated you this much?” Nicole asked. “To abduct you like that and bring you somewhere like this?”
I started to say, “Yes,” but I heard footsteps coming down the hallway.
Nicole's eyes grew wide and she seemed to have involuntarily started to shake. She was shaking so hard in fact, that she looked like she had palsy. She looked over at me and I couldn't help but see the fear in her eyes.
“Pretend you're still out of it,” she told me. “Lay down and pretend you're still out.”
“What? Why?”
“Just do it. Pretend you haven't woken up yet or they might take you,” she said, closing her eyes and doing the same.
Still, I could see her shaking in fear. Others followed sui
t, so I did as she'd told me to do. I laid down with my head not far from where I'd thrown up and closed my eyes – my nose filled with the pungent stench of my vomit. All I could do was listen to what was going on.
Voices. People were talking, but not in a language I could understand. I'd never heard a language like that before. Just random clicking and clucking sounds, but there was an obvious back and forth going on. It was obvious that there was more than one man beyond that doorway. The sound of the doors opening caused me to start and set my heart racing once more. Against my will and acting over their own volition, my eyes flew open.
What I saw next was something straight out of my worst nightmares. The men – if you could even call it that – were dragging women from the cell across from ours. I hadn't noticed it before because it looked like a blank wall – an optical illusion of sorts. So it surprised me when I realized I could see through it. I could see the tall, pale men as they stepped into view. I watched as they went into what I assumed was another cell across the hall – just like ours. I watched the scene unfold, completely stunned. I hadn't even contemplated the idea that there might be others.
I heard screams and the voices of women talking in a language I couldn't understand. But I didn't need to be a translator to understand the sheer terror I heard in those voices. I watched as they dragged women out of the cell by their limbs, their hair – whatever they could grab hold of. The women screamed and cried, they struggled and fought, but the pale men dragged them out of the cell and down the corridor anyway.
But what struck me was that these women didn't look like any women I'd ever seen. Their voices were higher pitched and feminine, but their skin was blue and their hair was stark white. I couldn't make out specific features and details, but I didn't really need to. Their bodies were lithe and trim and looked somewhat human-ish.
Had our captors painted their bodies and dyed their hair for some twisted reason? Was this all part of some sadistic game to them? What in the hell was going on? Unlike the two men who'd taken me, these women did not appear to me to be – well – human. Though strange looking, my captors could conceivably pass for human. But the women they were dragging out of the cell across the hall – no chance of it.
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