by James, Daz
She was puzzled by this woman who seemed to come and go as she liked. Miranda Vickers was no prisoner. They had come to rescue someone that didn’t need it.
“Well I can tell from that muffin top it’s been successful enough for some,” spat Santanna. “I’m a selfish bitch at times but I wouldn’t feast while others groveled for scraps.”
Miranda lost her pleasant personality, a dark shadow cast over her face, “I earned it! You try being deprived of sun light and food for weeks on end cramped in a cage with twenty others breathing suffocating air and the scent of shit everywhere. I was tortured for two years praying every day for someone to save me. They didn’t come, so I made plans for myself. They weren’t moral but at least it got me out of a rat infested cage.”
Santanna suddenly felt pity for her, sipping the drink.
Immediately that they returned to Lila’s house, Max raced to the kitchen finding the woman’s stash of grog in her cupboards. He pulled out every bottle standing them on the kitchen table.
He turned to Boofhead, “Start opening each bottle. Lenny’s grog is going to help in more ways than just a hangover.”
He turned to Lila, “We need paper and matches.”
Lila ran off to collect what he requested.
Joh sneered, “You’re not serious! Molotov cocktails!”
“It’s all we have,” spoke the scientist. “And you’re driving the getaway bike.”
“Me! I didn’t want to get involved.”
“Too bad.”
Max began helping Boofhead uncap the bottles of grog. They hadn’t much time to organize everything.
Once they had finished the preparation, the small
group settled down for some rest before the dramatics of the rescue attempt.
Max succumbed to sleep upon the sofa, he tossed and turned from the pain of his injuries. Boofhead was snoring, so loud it sounded like a chain saw.
As for Joh, he was having one last drink with the sexy cougar.
They laughed about shared exploits; the woman’s hand gripping his leg while the man’s arm was draped about her shoulders.
The laughter grew less and less as he moved closer toward her, gently kissing her neck, running his tongue down toward her cleavage.
Lila whimpered with excitement as she felt the young man begin to move down her body. He parted her legs, and disappeared under her skirt.
She let out a sudden moan that threatened to wake her other guests. She lowered her voice, giggling as she felt his stubble brush her G-spot.
When he had finished, Lila took the young man to her bed, satisfying him, this time; the pair lay together, disheveled and unkempt but deliriously blissful.
“So how does a classy lady become a mistress to a powerful man?”
“A lady who wants to stay out of prison,” spoke Lila, sadly. “I was a happy house wife until the world seemed to end. I went a little crazy after my husband died. I wanted someone to pay so I began publishing anti-government newsletters. The Enforcers weren’t happy. I was bundled into a truck and brought here. I met the camp administrator, fluttered my eye lashes and seem to get a special meeting with him. Not long after, I was released and ship to this address. I’ve been his lover ever since.”
The young man felt bad for her, feeling as if he just used her like everyone else, “I’m not that much better than him. I’ve used women.”
“Then change your ways. We just want to be loved, not treated like garbage.”
Joh caressed her shoulder listening to what she had said, thinking of all the women he had used and abuse, “I don’t mean to hurt anyone I just wanna keep things light. I want some fun.”
“Then find a slot machine not a girl,” spoke the woman, rolling out of bed, slipping a robe about her naked, matured body.
Lila opened a draw of her side table, plucking an old bottle of whiskey from the interior and two glasses.
She passed a glass to the young man, “So what’s your story?”
“Well I am not gonna blubber about it,” replied Joh, watching the woman pour whiskey into his glass. “I hit the road before the world turned to hell. I had the cops on my tail because of an illegal street fight. I stabbed someone. I didn’t mean to but he just wouldn’t back down.”
He was re-living that night all over again, some seedy back alley, two rival gangs, fighting a turf war over a chick. There were baseball bats and fists all delivering blows upon the opposing side. Blood caked the ground, sweat clung to clothes and angry men quaked inside.
Then a knife sliced through the air embedding in someone’s sternum. Joh fled, not daring to look back.
Joh sipped the whiskey feeling the strong liquid wash away his memories, “So…are you coming tomorrow morning?”
“Just try and stop me! I am a radical from way back.”
They clicked their glasses, toasting to a successful rescue.
Dawn broke over the horizon, a cell door opened, a guard stood on the threshold next to Commander Roth.
The woman entered his cell, grinning, “It’s time we finished this mating dance. You do know that some female spiders kill their mate after fucking.”
Sam rose from the ground, looking disheveled and disorientated. He barely registered the two guards who came in, grabbing him under each arm, hauling the ex-Enforcer out of the cell.
He was passed over to the prison administrator who ordered the men to place Sam in the back of a troop carrier. Roth joined Harrison up front, driving out the front gates toward the community execution post.
In the 11th Hour….
The center of town had been cleared and a wooden dais erected there, the floor boards splattered with crimson stains evident of past executions.
When they arrived, guards escorted the prisoner from the back of the truck to the dais.
Roth questioned the administrator’s decision for a public execution.
“The public need to be reminded not to disobey a command, especially those who are disgruntled Enforcers.”
The woman liked his tactics, grumbling in the ranks would certainly be curtailed when they saw one of their own being put to death.
People began gathering around the outskirts of the execution post, hanging back in case they should get hit by a stray bullet.
Sam’s injured body was no match for the squad. He couldn’t fight them. He was doomed. He had to accept his fate.
The guards tied his hands behind his back and blindfolded him, facing the firing squad.
He said a pray, hoping it would be quick.
At first, he heard the sound of a motor bike followed by the smashing of glass near him. There was whoosh of a noise as something exploded, almost deafening him.
There were shouts and screams. There were more explosions.
Suddenly, the young man felt someone sever the rope about his wrist. He was dragged backwards off the dais. He was hoisted onto the back of the bike and Joh roared away.
Max, Boofhead and Lila continued tossing fire
bombs at the Enforcers. They had become so intoxicate by the rush that they stayed too long.
There was so much smoke and fire; they were able to flee down a side street. Enforcers soon spotted them giving chase.
Lila began laughing with glee at the excitement. She hadn’t had this much fun in ages, then she felt a thud against her body followed by an intense pain shooting through her shoulder.
She stumbled along, blood seeping from a wound.
Max saw her stop and then fall. He ran back for her as a hail of bullets tore into his body. He collapsed upon her. He had a smile on his face. Frazer was waiting for him.
She lay there, trying not to breathe, as troopers ran passed them. They thought both were dead, so left them to go after the hulk.
When they had gone, Lila pulled herself out from under his body, “Happy trails, my love!” She pecked him on the forehead before slipped down another alley way that would lead her somewhere safe.
Commander Roth was simmering w
ith rage. The prisoner had successfully been rescued. There was still resistance out there; they weren’t all locked up in the penal camp.
Roth stormed into the prison administrator’s office with Harrison hot on her heels.
He was cowering back, realizing the blame was going to rest with him.
Roth swung around to face him, “How the fuck did that happen?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well you had better start thinking because your nuts are in a vice and I am turning the handle.”
“I didn’t recognize the men. They were strangers. No one is a stranger here.”
“I know the little man. He was my chief scientist,” spoke Roth, pacing the floor. “I executed his lover for incompetence. I guess he still held a grudge.”
Harrison slumped down on the sofa, anxiously, “Someone had to have leaked the plans.”
Roth stopped, a smile creasing her face, “Good…you’re starting to think. The urge to shoot you is beginning to fade.”
“But who?” thought the man, as he scanned through the personnel involved in the operation.
They were the only people that knew, except Lila Verona. It suddenly dawned on him, No, not her. She wouldn’t betray him. Lila cared about him.
“Well while you speculate on that. I have someone else who can help us,” spoke Roth, marching out of his office.
The woman stopped, momentarily, as she spotted the diligent secretary, “Morning, Hilda, you couldn’t help me with a query?”
The secretary bumbled forward, happy to be of assistance. She had been noticed. It gave the woman a thrill.
“Yeah, ma’am, how can I be of help?”
“I want to know who exactly had access to Mr Pace in the last twenty four hours.”
She didn’t trust that man to get results. He was a fool like all men. She would do her own digging.
Marlin had been herded into a cell with twenty other prisoners, cramped, dank and smelling of filth. It wasn’t The Ritz.
He slumped down in a corner, almost sitting on a rat before it scurried away.
He grimaced with revulsion. This was inhumane, even for the Enforcers. He raced to the cage door, rattling it to get some attention. The door broke away from the lock, swinging free. Marlin looked on in shock, had he really done that?
The man was no muscle bound Hercules.
He closed the door, backing away. He was freaking out.
Joh rode the bike hard until they were twenty kilometers from town; he turned down a side road, venturing further into the country side to evade any patrols.
Sam clung to him, his blind fold still on; not knowing what was going on. Yet, he was still alive that was the main thing. He felt the wind against his face, knowing he was being taken somewhere.
The biker spotted an old disuse barn just ahead, slowing down. That would make a perfect place to camp.
He pulled the bike to a stop, “You can take the blind fold off now.”
Sam fumbled with the knot at the back, finally freeing it, recognizing Joh instantly.
He smiled, “Where the hell did you come from?”
“You can blame Boofhead for this, his gone soft on that bitch of yours.”
Sam didn’t care. He was safe.
He frowned suddenly, “What about Marlin and Santanna?”
Joh scowled, “For fuck sake, let’s worry about one rescue at a time.”
The man climbed off the bike going toward the fence that separated the road from the land. The barn stood, silent and abandoned.
Lila found a safe spot behind a dumpster, taking off her blouse to staunch the bleeding from her shoulder.
She sat up gasping for breath, in just her bra, beginning to shake.
She thought about Max, and sobbed, quietly. He was a bastard but she still loved him.
Enforcers ran on passed, not seeing her. She was conscious of being alert until they gave up searching.
The woman knew she couldn’t go home. She had to find shelter somewhere else. There was one man who wouldn’t turn her away. She knew too many secrets.
A couple of guards came for Marlin, noticing the loose cage door, thinking nothing of it, placing it on the repair order.
He backed away from them but the two men charged at him. They grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, hauling him out of the cage.
They marched him down the corridor, moving through the rows of exercises bikes.
He gazed around noticing a control board that showed meters and gauges to regulate the power generated by the prisoners.
Another guard joined them, beginning a fierce debate with his fellow work mates.
This act left Marlin forgotten for the moment.
He studied the panel, suddenly focusing on one particular bank of button; instinctively the man knew they were the ones to push.
He was an investigative journalist, not an engineer, so had no idea where his intuition came from. He just knew they would do the most damage.
He turned, pointing ahead of them, “I think Commander Roth is waving at you?”
The guards looked in that direction while Marlin reached out and pressed every button in that row.
“What! She isn’t there, ya fruit loop!”
The two guards dragged him on wards leaving their comrade. Marlin was excited, wondering what his actions would do.
Lila sighed with relief, when she spotted Boofhead at the end of the alley way. He looked confused, almost scared. He whimpered to himself.
The man didn’t know what to do; he counted on others to tell him.
She called out to him in a low voice.
The man looked relieved, lumbering toward her. He dived behind a dumpster just as Enforcers appear.
They ducked down, concealing themselves.
When the patrol had gone, the pair sat up. The hulk noticed the woman’s blood soaked blouse, “You hurt, missus?”
“I’m afraid so,” smile the woman, grateful for his company.
The hulk removed his shirt using it to place about the woman’s shoulders, “You remind me of my mum.”
“Thank you, sweetie,” replied the woman.
“So, what do we do now?”
“I know someone who’ll take us in,” replied Lila, trying to stand up.
She felt a wave of dizziness swamp her, losing that much blood left the woman reeling.
Boofhead grabbed her under the arms to stop her falling, helping the woman out of the alley way.
Marlin was lead into an interrogation room, the walls were harsh and the floor was cold. A chair was positioned in the middle of the room beside a piece of machinery plugged into the wall.
Commander Roth had her back to him.
“What have I done now?”
The woman turned around, sneering, “You’re fuck boy escaped.”
“Good for him.”
“He had help,” spoke the woman, approaching him. “Strap him to the chair.”
The two guards man-handled him toward the chair, where they bound him to it with leather straps, securing each arm.
The woman approached, switching on the machine. Marlin felt the hum of power building up within it.
When the power was an optimum, she removed two metal pads that were attached to the device. The woman placed them together, immediately the pads sparked.
She disconnected them, turning to the prisoner, “Now, if you don’t want these pads to singeing your nipple hairs, you’ll tell me who is helping you?”
He had no idea what she was talking about. This didn’t impress her.
The two men tore open his shirt, exposing his tan skin, “One last time, who helped your boy escape?”
“I don’t know.”
The woman placed the metal pads against his chest causing him to convulse and gyrate in the chair. He let out a howl of pain, saliva dribbling from the corners of his mouth.
She removed the pads, giving the man a reprieve from the jolts, “I…didn’t know you were kinky.”
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p; The woman snarled, as she placed the pads against his chest for another burst. This time the man kicked out, sending the machine into a wall, smashing the contraption.
Marlin looked on astounded by his actions. Roth was equally concerned. This man wasn’t normal.
Joh had moved the bike around the side of the barn away from the road.
Sam found shelter inside, resting his battered
body, a make shift sling supporting his shoulder. He was feeling every ache right now.
Joh came into the barn, slumping down beside him, “We’ll hold out here for a while than when it gets dark I’ll cruise into town to see what is happening.”
“I don’t want to sit here twiddling my thumbs.”
“You’ve been banged up pretty bad. You need to rest.
“I didn’t know you cared.”
“Fuck up,” spat Joh, annoyed.
Sam smirked, turning to face him as he was struck by an idea, “Are you sure you’re not doing this just to impress Santanna?”
“That bitch means nothing to me.”
“But if she rubbed up against you it would be different, right?”
Joh didn’t like anyone thinking they knew him. He found it patronizing, “You beginning to make me wonder why I bothered helping a fucker like you. I’ll go find some grub.”
The man barged out of the barn leaving Sam with a smile on his face.
Marlin was left alone in the interrogation room while Roth reassessed her plans.
He was surprised when she marched back into the room. Behind her, two guards brought a struggling woman between them.
Marlin instantly knew this woman. She was his sister. She was no longer a girl. She was a grown woman.
“Miranda!”
The girl broke away from the guards racing to his side. They hugged, checking each other over. They had both gotten old since they last saw each other.
Commander Roth stepped toward him, “Now, about those men who rescued Sam. One was riding a hog. Does that help?” Marlin hesitated not wanting to grass on anyone to the Enforcers. “If you don’t answer I’ll start