by Finian Blake
“You did not tell me where I will sleep.” Wanda slapped her ass and gave her a wicked smile.
“You will bunk with Sarah and me. It is a one bedroom, but there is a king size bed we will do our best to make you comfortable. Sarah told me all about your needs. Everybody go change, and we will meet later in my kitchen.”
“Wanda called the hot dog stand and ordered Polish sausage, Italian beef, hot dogs and fries. She pulled beer and soda out of her fridge. Her special treat was in the freezer. Wanda kept four stone flasks of fifty-year-old Polish vodka in the freezer. It was her personal supply that was her special treat. She had the wall taken out between the dining room and the kitchen making it one large room. The heavy wooden table could accommodate twenty people. The heavy table and chairs were made of Illinois black oak. All of the appliances were Sub Zero and the stove was an eight burner professional stove. The large refrigerator was strictly a fridge with an equally large freezer next to it. When all of the guests were seated at the table Wanda poured everyone a glass of Polish vodka.
“To our venture,” Wanda raised her glass in a toast. They all downed their drinks and sat down. “Everybody in town wants to get rid of those bastards and they don’t give a shit about how it’s done. We need to clean house.” She laid a four-inch stack of papers on the table. There were federal reports, police report, news clippings, notes from Tony, and an equally large stack of photographs. Some of the photos were low level aerial photos and others were pornographic. There was a TV with a VCR hooked to it. “I have news footage and copies of some of their productions. Some of the footage is highly disturbing. I wanted no doubt in anybody’s mind that we need to eliminate this blight. They are in every form of criminal activity and invented a few that nobody would even consider.” There was a knock on the door and an over powering smell of food flooded the room when Wanda opened the door. She accepted the food with a thank you dismissing the delivery man with a large tip. The conversation paused while they made their selections and Wanda distributed plates. Some of the diners started to eat out of the wrappers. “Before you put your food on the table I want you to know that I eat absolutely everything on this table.” Wanda said in a seductive voice pinching Grace’s inner thigh causing her to squeal loudly, so everybody grabbed a plate.
Francesca made a face and continued the conversation. “Why don’t they just bust them?”
Wanda smiled, “They have a few politicians, judges, and other prominent people on the hook with blackmail. A few are in the footage and we are not sure who else they have. We need to do a clean sweep or they will just start up again. If any of the prominent figures get in the way, we will take them out also. Alex seems to be the disposal expert in this group. He will be in charge of disposing of the evidence. They are using video equipment so film development is not a problem. From the high quality, I believe that their equipment is professional. You will see when we view the footage.” The group started with the hard intelligence, went to the news footage and ended with the pornographic tapes which were highly disturbing. Wanda pointed out the prominent participants that were involved. Fifteen minutes into the viewing Francesca and Frank stood up to leave.
“None of these girls are of age. How do they come up with them?”
The Generals seem to have a preference for young girls. From the lack of missing person reports we figure that they are mostly runaways. Once they get hold of them, the girls are turned into sexual slaves. You better leave now. We are getting to the rape and snuff films. They are the worst.”
“You mean they kill these girls for entertainment?” A look of horror came across Francesca’s face.
“Yes, Sarah and I figure that they have killed around thirty over the last few years. Mercury’s friend Dianne seems to have introduced them to her perversion. We even identified a few pictures of Laurita participating in some of the parties.” Anna visibly shuddered at that news. “When Alex took her out last week, he and Anna found a link between the two operations. That is why we have to take out the whole group, and if some of their degenerate customers get in the way we will take them out too.”
“You may count on Frank and me, for whatever you need,” Francesca volunteered.
“I think we can wait for Alex to review the rest of this. It is one AM and he will be here at seven.” Frank and Francesca went to their room. Sarah and Grace went to prepare for bed. Wanda poured Anna a large glass of vodka.
“My baby is in the hands of those maniacs. I should have killed them when I had the chance.” Wanda put a hand on her shoulder.
“We will get her back or die trying.” Wanda left a single light on and went to the bed room. She told Anna to lock up leaving her to finish the vodka. When Wanda turned out the light there was a knock at the door.
“I can’t be alone tonight.” Anna leaned heavily against the door. Wanda took Anna by the hand leading her to bed.
In the early morning, Anna heard noises in the kitchen. A half-light was coming through the curtains on the window and she could smell coffee from the kitchen. Anna looked at the clock next to the bed. It was six forty-five. She grabbed her clothes from the floor closing the door quietly. Wanda was walking around the kitchen in a short silk robe preparing to cook breakfast.
“Thank you I needed to be held last night. I am going crazy with my baby in their hands. I can’t stand it!” As she made her statement the phone rang as if on cue. Wanda picked up the phone.
“Yes, use the garage in back. I will open the door.”
“How does he know where to go?” The wife’s challenge was out of Anna’s mouth before she realized it.
“He has been here several times years back.”
“Were you lovers,” Anna knew how foolish this sounded as soon as it was out of her mouth. She followed Wanda through the covered walked way to the garage.
“No, he was engaged to Pat at the time. I am very fond of him, but the timing was bad.” She kissed her hard on the mouth leaving her lipstick across Anna’s mouth. Wanda opened the big door and moved to the back of the garage. “While we are waiting why don’t you slip your pants on?” In her haste Anna ran out the door with her pants in her hands. She tipped over when her leg caught in the garment. Wanda grabbed Anna’s breasts to check her fall as she fell backwards into her. Noah turned into the garage at that exact moment. Anna looked at the driver not recognizing him at first. Alex had a Harley Davidson bandana on and there was a broken piece sign on the front of his black tee shirt with lettering that proclaimed: FUCK PEACE KILL SOMETHING.
Alex tried his best to sound shocked, “If you are going to do that in the garage you need to close the door or you will scare the neighbors.” Wanda released Anna causing her to fall on her feet dumping both women on the garage floor. Wanda was up like a shot leaving Anna still wrestling with her pants.
Wanda walked up to Alex. “We scared the neighbors last night and Anna was getting out of her pants to greet you.”
Alex bent over tenderly picking Anna off the garage floor, “Have you heard anything about our baby?” Anna started to cry. “He said ‘our baby’, not ‘your baby’.” Wanda untangled Anna’s pants tying the legs loosely around her neck. When Anna was collected, he lowered her to the floor.
Alex put a little mock sarcasm in his voice, “Everything went well. Customs was a breeze and I am beat to shit from driving all night. Thanks for asking.”
“Wanda comforted me last night.”
“So did Sarah and Grace.” He put his finger on Grace’s hot pink lipstick and Sarah’s blood red lipstick.
“I trained him to be observant.” Wanda smiled at Anna. Wanda closed the door and pushed him toward the building while dragging Anna by the hand. “I only came out a few years ago. How did you know?”
“You were more interested in Pat than me.”
She grabbed the back of his shirt. “And it doesn’t make any difference?”
“You were, are and will always be my friend.” Wanda released Anna’s hand kissing him
several times. When they walked in the kitchen Sarah and Grace were having coffee. They looked at Wanda’s lipstick all over Alex’s face and Anna’s pants around her neck. Grace went straight to the point.
“Where did your wife kiss you?” Alex started to lower his zipper with Anna hitting him playfully. He poured himself a cup of coffee and went to the pile of pictures on the table. Francesca and Frank walked in the apartment responding to the call for breakfast.
She looked at Alex’s face, “I see you and Wanda know each other.” She helped him out of the chair and pushed him toward the hall bath. “Wash your face.” She pushed the ladies toward the master bath. “All of you need to clean up before we eat. Frank, get a dish rag and wipe that table down.” She pointed to the collection of intelligence. “I will not eat at this table with that trash on it. Move that crap into the other room.” Francesca took over the cooking of breakfast. She was half way done when Wanda rejoined her fully dressed.
“How do you know Alex?”
“He was supposed to kill me and he faked my death instead.”
“May I see your papers?” Francesca left and returned with her passport, driver’s and pilot’s license.
“Jeff does beautiful work. Did Father Cash do your back ground?” She was floored that Wanda picked it up so easily.
“How...?”
“It is my business. Alex was going to have me do your papers, but he decided to go with Jeff, since he was in LA. I know the work of all of the serious forgers. We rarely meet, but we all know each other’s work. The Russian is a legend and I just met her a few days ago. The Russians were really pissed when she died. That was ‘Hermes’’ work too. He has a protective instinct with women. We go a long way back.”
“Judging by the lipstick on Grace and Anna you like women too.” Wanda could sense the tension in her voice.
“Look, you are as straight as they come. I would never hit on you. Anna prefers men but will not refuse the right woman. Sarah prefers women but will do men. Grace loves her glands and does not care. You love your husband and your love life is with him.”
“What about Alex?”
“He is only attracted sexually to women, but he will not bash gay men. He will just send them on their way. We are friends and always will be friends. You and Alex seem to be devoted to each other. What about you and him?”
Francesca said casually, “No, the chance came and passed. We never were romantic.”
Wanda pressed, “We do not have to be romantic to be friends. Can we be friends?”
Francesca nodded her head and gave Wanda a light hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Friends…”
Wanda gave her a playful hip check. “Go put your papers away. We are about ready to eat.” Wanda called a friend and asked her to take Frank and Francesca shopping for the day not wanting to inflict the planning session on them. At its best, this would be a messy operation and the information that they were using was repulsive even to the most callused people. She wondered what Alex would do about Grace. She wanted revenge, but had no idea how messy that could be. Grace was obviously disturbed by what she had seen so far. Everybody sat down to breakfast trying to keep the conversation light. Wanda’s friend showed up after breakfast taking Frank and Francesca shopping for the day with Grace deciding to go with them having no wish to view the grisliest of the tapes either.
Anna, Wanda and Sarah stayed behind while Alex made arrangements to pick up the team from a hotel at the Airport. He selected the Hilton because it was in the airport and the members of the team could walk to the hotel. Alex rented a hospitality suite since he only had to deal with a three-hour time span between their arrivals. Alex bought lunch, but alcohol was banned. There would be no drinking while the team was exposed in a live situation. Nadia and Angela were first to arrive. The conversation was light and mainly about the difficulty of travel. When the ‘Old Men’ and Suki arrived, Alex checked out and left quickly with the group. Nobody talked about the upcoming business in the van. Noah told everyone to assume that they were being bugged unless the room was cleared. Nobody knew for sure if the targets were as inept as they appeared to be and they started their security immediately.
When they arrived Wanda ordered sandwiches and broke out the beer. The Brits were not enthusiastic about the watery ice cold beer. Anna started the meeting with the news about Alice. The ‘Old Men’ were happy to get as much information as they received. They were surprised to get aerial photos of the two buildings. There was an alley that ran down one side of both buildings and another alley directly behind both houses with brick garages facing them. The buildings were brick six flat apartments, similar to the one that they were sitting in. The Generals lived in the third story of each building and the whores lived in the basement. There was a half turret in the front of both buildings next to the entry that ran from the ground to the roof. A sniper could cover both the front door of his building and the front of the building across the street. There was a sniper in the front of each building and in the garage at back of each building there was always at least one guard at all times.
The basement of each building had a similar arrangement. The basement stairs came down in the middle of the basement dividing it in half. Toward the rear of the basement there was a small apartment with a dormitory behind it for the whores. There was no exit from this area except through the apartment. The other half of the basement was set up for filming. The basement was extra deep with a ten-foot ceiling. The windows had padded shutters on them and they were barred. The only exit was through the main stairs, in the center. The main section of each basement was mapped out from the videos. They knew a small amount about the apartment from the prisoners that they interrogated at the Inn.
The dormitory was an open room with five metal bunks on each side which were bolted to the floor. In the evening the whores would be chained to their beds by one ankle. There was a large heavy wooden table in the center of the room. The girls ate off the table and it was also used for punishment. The average for each building was six to ten whores. There were normally fifteen or sixteen goons between the two buildings plus two female guards. Each building would contain roughly twelve unfriendly people plus six to ten girls. The girls were not allowed regular clothes, so they only wore bra, panties, hose, and heels. Denying them clothing was the General’s way of controlling the whores. Most of the whores were pregnant. The Generals fed them fertility drugs and hormones to make them lactate. If they tried to run, they would be forced to wear a pair of platform eight inch heels which were locked to their ankles and it was difficult at best to walk in these shoes. Only the matrons would be wearing regular clothing. Most of the girls were pregnant which appealed to a certain type of clientele who paid premium prices to feed their fantasies. The entire basement was sound proof to the outside so that no sound would leak out of the basement no matter how loudly that the girls screamed.
The big problem was that the police had both buildings under surveillance. There was no indication that there was anything going on inside. All of the basement windows were covered and the first floor blinds were always drawn. There was a covered walkway from the building to the garage on the alley side. Once the crew was in the house they could work without disturbing the neighbors. Tom had silenced all of the weapons just in case they had to fire outside the building.
“We should be able to get in, but we will need to avoid the police. Alex, do you have any ideas?”
“I might have something. I did some favors a long time ago. Let me work on it. All my friends in Chicago know me as Rich so just call me Rich until we leave town. Would you gents care to do some pub crawling?” All of the ‘Old Men’ were instantly up for the suggestion. Nadia and Angela were on board too. Noah told Angela and Nadia how to dress. “Please call me Rich from now until the job is finished. All of these people know me as Rich Buck
John was wiping down the bar while his wife Louise was wiping down the tables. It was only two so there were no customers in the bar. An exoti
c looking woman of extreme height walked in the bar. She had on a light silk miniskirt and her thin silk blouse was open to expose her bra. She wore high heel boots so that her head just cleared the door frame.
“Someone told me that I can get a free drink if I showed you my tits.” John looked up and saw Nadia’s body filling the door way. John’s jaw dropped to his chest and all that he could do was stammer.
John’s wife Louise who was cleaning the tables called out, “I don’t care how big you are. You will lose those tits if you flash my husband. Who told you such a foolish thing?”
“Someone called Rich Buck.” John put a glass on the bar.
“What are you drinking,” the old name had not broken through Louise’s indignation.
“Scotch would be nice.”
“You tell Mister Buck that…” The light popped on in in Louise’s head. “Where is that scoundrel?” Rich walked in and picked Louise off the floor spinning her around. Angela and the ‘Old Men’ walked in behind him.
“Where did you find this young lady?”
“John, I would like you to meet my daughters Nadia and Angela.” John looked both women up and down. Both of them were dressed in the most enticing outfits that they brought with them.
“My sons would like to meet your daughters. You grow them fast. You were just married when you left here with Pat.”
Rich frowned, “We divorced almost five years ago. I remarried and have eight fine daughters.
“Very fine,” John said with a sly smile. “I bought the first drink can I…?” Louise hit him solidly on the shoulder. “We are glad to see you, but what brings you this way.”
“These, are my friends Frank, Mark, Brent, Ryan, and Tom. We came here to correct a problem. The Russians have kidnapped one of my daughters. We are here to claim my daughter and remove the Russians.” John became cautious.