VFF The Book Continues part 5
POSTED BY: Colt999
UPDATED: Monday, March 16, 2009 23:49
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She looked on either side of her, so far she had counted four women, naked and chained to the wall. They all laid limp in their cells, obviously drugged. They weren’t looked on as being humans. They were viewed as being someone’s property to be sold. These women had drawn an even shorter stick, they were slaves for the sex trade. These women would be used and abused in all manner of unseemly ways for no reason but the amusement of some men in this ‘verse. She didn’t know what would be worse. A life like that or death. Death would probably be a better deal.
abbey *whispering over and over in horror*: Oh my God!… Oh my God!… Oh my God!…
She got up and tried the door of the nearest one, but it was locked. She ran across the hall, but it was locked as well.
abbey: No… No… No… No…
abbey traveled back towards the elevator, checking doors. All of them locked. Through the comm she heard a single yell before the static overtook the comm again.
Colt: ABBEY!!!
abbey *nearly panicking*: There are slaves up here… They’re drugged… Oh God, there’s slaves and I can’t get the doors open… I have to help them! *pulls doors as hard as she can* Open, gorram doors, open! Please open… Need to find the keys…
Colt: *static* get *static* out of *static*!
abbey *totally beyond reasoning with, voice barely above a whisper*: Gotta get them out. Can’t leave them… Not leaving them… Not again… I can’t… I can’t…
abbey heard a noise at the far end of the hall. She ran towards it. When she got there she stopped dead in her tracks, horrified at what she saw. There was a guard, pinning a girl no more than 18 to the wall and getting a little too familiar. abbey raised her hand ready to shoot him when she realized she didn’t have the gun anymore. It was then that she felt someone grab her by the waist, pinning her arms to her body as he clamped his hand over her mouth.
Nasty Guard #1: Well looky here… You are a fine specimen. It must be Christmas. Santa leave you here as a present for us? A new toy to play with… well after we are done with that one.
The way he talked about that girl, it was as property again. It was sickening. Abbey lifted her foot and stepped hard onto his instep, trying to get free, but he only chuckled.
Nasty Guard #1: Nice thing but good heavy boots. Silly defense moves like that just don’t seem to have the right effect. It’s part of my issued “work tools.”
The guard got still for a minute. Someone was talking to him over his comm.
Nasty Guard #1 *to person on comm*: Yes sir. I'll be sure to detain her.
Then the guard shoved abbey into an empty cell and locked the door.
Nasty Guard #1: I just heard they were looking for you downstairs. Something about someone wanting to talk to you? You can wait here. *he turned towards Nasty Guard #2, who was still involved with the girl across the hall* Boone? Playtime later. Boss will be up here soon.
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Minuets felt like days as Spots sat quietly about a mile off of the platform. as the waves brought the small boat swayed up and down as spots was glued to his comm
spots checks his watch 30 min.
Spots: come on you guys get out of there
more time passes
Colt: everyone out NOW!!!!..... Spots get your Ass here ASAP
Fumbeling around the boat till he reaches the helm
Spost firewalls the throttle the engine rawrs to life as the boat takes off
Spots: o god o god o god!!!!
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*** thinks to herself ****
What the 
***turns to mobbex****
We have to get them out of there. How are we going to do it?
***hears spots Screaming************
I am a leaf on the wind
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Colt: Spots, see any traffic while you were waiting?
Spots: A couple of passer-bys. They didn’t see me and they didn’t stop at the estate either.
*Colt glanced over at Spots. Spots’ hand nervously skittered across the throttle.*
Colt *digesting the information and moving on*: Sky…
*Without needing to say another word, Sky started searching north along the horizon and the sky above, while Colt did the same towards the south.*
Colt: Do you see the shuttle?
Sky: No.
Colt: Spots, have you heard from the others? Anything at all?
Spots: My comm cut out about the same time as yours. *Looking down at Brit, he mentally replayed a comment she had said.* Did she say we had wounded?
Colt *calmly*: She did.
Sky *turning back around to Colt*: Can we be sure? She is a candidate for the bug house.
*Colt looked down at Brit, who lay unconscious on the floor of the boat, her hand still holding the edge of his pant leg. He returned to his task of scanning the area around them.*
Colt: Not looking to discuss this, Sky. Just keep your eyes open. *he looked back over at Spots, who looked like he desperately needed something to do* You too Spots.
*Colt adjusted his comm as he tried to contact his missing crew.*
Colt: Mobbex? Are you there…? Wash? Come in.
Sky *deciding to help him*: Stan? Do you copy…? Oram? Please respond if you can.
Colt: Abbey?
*All they got was static. Colt closed his eyes for just a second, his thoughts filling with dread. His crew was up there, most definitely in trouble and he couldn’t do anything about it.*
*So the three of them did the only thing they could. They waited and they watched.*
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*** hits comm***
Yeah sky? we are making our way back to the shuttle. I have a few grazes from them goram bullets . YOu guys wounded?
*** waits for areply. as we clear the last bend we see the shuttle and we see some men trying to board the shuttle. hits com again*****
Y'all might want to start shotting we got visitors!!!
I am a leaf on the wind
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*The comm crackled to life, however only a couple of words penetrated the jamming that was still present.*
Wash: ... sky? ... making ... way back ... shuttle.
Sky: It's Wash!
Wash (continuing): I ... grazes ... goram bullets. ... wounded?
Colt: You think the others are with them?
Sky: We can only hope.
Colt: Keep looking. As soon as the shuttle departs, we'll get going. We can regroup back at the ship. Can't help anyone with this jamming. We don't even know who is where.
*Colt feels a light tug on his pant leg again.*
Brit *half out of it*: Stay here. You promised.
*Colt swore under his breath as they returned to their previous task of watching and waiting.*
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Sky after taking a scan of horizon turns her
attention to the doc.s that they had just procured.
after reading for about a min. she got up and
walked over to Colt. after some mufled words between the two
Colt walks over to Spots
Colt: (easing onto the bench next to Spots) i remember you said something about a sister.
Spots: Yes Isabel
Colt: well you might want to look at this (placing the folder in Spots arms)
Colt: you'll want to brace your self {as Spots looks over the names in the file}
(at that moment Spots finds the name Isable Jane Westfall)
(Rage washes over the young mans face, his eyes burn with an intensity that the crew had never see before)
Spots: where [barely addable]
Colt; she'll probably be where at the meet
Spots; good (he said as the boat slipped into an uncomfortable silence)
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*The door opened and in stepped Tony Siringo. With her door open, she could hear the faint pop pop pop of continued gunplay downstairs. She was relieved, because then she knew that there was crew still around.*
Tony: I thought something was odd about you.
abbey: Nothing odd about me at all. I just have some business to conduct.
Tony: Slaving is the least of your concerns, right now, unless becoming one is an aspiration of yours.
*abbey cringed as she stepped backwards.*
Tony: Now my one guard, the one you so deftly disposed of, only told me a little of what I needed to know before our meeting started. *he motioned for two guards to enter the cell* My associates are looking for a girl with a tattoo on the left shoulder blade. A single Chinese symbol for home. Check for it.
*abbey looked up and saw Nasty Guard #1 and #2 come towards her, reaching out at her with their grimy, filthy paws. She swung and her fist connected with Nasty #1’s face, which only succeeded in her getting hit by Nasty #2. She fell to the floor, grabbing her chin. She could taste the blood in her mouth and knew that her lip had been split. Nasty #1 hauled her up to her feet and pinned her to the wall.*
Nasty #1: Don’t ever hit me again, btch. *He pressed his body up against her and whispered into her ear* Besides the boss man there, I am the other guy you should be playing nice with. *He twirled her hair and stroked his hand down her arm* And you want me to be nice to you, dong ma?
*A whimper escaped from her lips as she nodded.*
Nasty #1: Now say you’re sorry.
abbey: I… I’m sorry.
Nasty #1: Good.
Tony: That’s enough. Just check her for the tattoo.
*Happily, Nasty #1 grabbed the shoulder of her shirt and tore it. He whirled her around and shoved her against the wall. The tattoo was plainly evident.*
Tony: Good. I have a call to make. They will want to know one thing for sure and why don’t we just get it out of the way without any undue fuss. Where is Catherine?
abbey: Who is Catherine?
Tony: Feisty one, isn’t she boys? *Nasty #1 held on to her, laughing in agreement as his hands roamed a little too freely.* We know you knew her and you were close enough to have matching tattoos done. As you know, Catherine departed Beaumonde leaving a business colleague in a tough spot. This fella she wronged wants to pay her back for her kindness. It seems that he doesn’t think Catherine’s as dead and buried as she’s supposed to be. Maybe you can shed some light on the subject.
*abbey wanted to kick herself for ever going back to that parlor to finish her tattoo. It wasn’t smart and now it was coming back to bite her in the ass, just like Grayson predicted.*
abbey *unwavering*: I don’t know of anyone named Catherine and even less about your colleague.
Tony *turning to leave*: We’ll see. You keep that kind of attitude and the process of finding out what we want to know will just take longer. Now, my colleagues are going to be very happy to see you. It won’t be but a few hours time ‘fore they get here. *turning to Nasty #1and #2* Don’t you boys rough her up any more. That one bruise is enough.
Nasty #2: But boss…
Tony *holds up a hand*: I didn’t say you couldn’t have any fun, just watch about leaving marks.
Nasty #1 and #2’s laughter made abbey’s soul run cold. Tony left them alone.
Nasty #1: Well, we are going to go back over there and finish up with that young thing in the other cell. Gentlemen like ourselves shouldn’t leave a lady waiting anyway. *Nasty #2 snickered* You be sure to watch and see if there is anything that you can do to make any interactions with you most pleasurable. Do a good job and things will go better for you. *He leaned his face in close enough that she could feel his breath.* And you want me to be extra happy, because that guard you killed in the elevator? He was my brother.
*He released her and exited her cell before rejoining the other guard across the hall. abbey clutched
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Grayson was interrupted from his work by an incoming wave. It was text only and it was encrypted. He tapped in the code to view it. It merely said:
Something's in the works. Two top level transports have launched. No destination filed. Will contact again when more info is available.
Grayson *quietly*: What are they up to?
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** Hits comm ***
Colt go get abbey!!! We lost her in the fray ...
*** looks behind me to see some one trying to sneak up on me.... only to see the bobcat behind her... ***
Ok baby girl lets go save the ship...
**hits com again ***
hello anyone there?
I am a leaf on the wind
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