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Collette was led down two sets of stairs and into a dimly lit hallway. Two men were behind her, their automatic weapons pointed at her head while the third man led the way. They were talking and laughing and bragging about what they were going to do to here when their turn came. How her mouth and anus and pussy would be theirs for brutal ravishment. She could hear the undertones of nervousness, however, and that made her smile. They knew how dangerous she was and they were not taking any risks. She liked it when men were afraid of her.
They led her to a small room with four cages in each of the four corners. The man that had led the group turned, and with his gun pointed at her, he commanded, “strip.”
Collette glanced behind her and shook her head almost imperceptibly. She slowly pulled off her clothes, dancing rhythmically to music that only she could hear. She watched the men that were guarding her and as they grew more and more interested in her strip-tease, she bounced and gyrated more. One, she thought as the first weapon dropped towards the floor. She continued to dance and strip, revealing more of her naked body. Two, she thought when the second gun fell. She stood with only a pair of green thong panties on and said under her breath, “three.”
With the men distracted, albeit briefly, by her nakedness, she attacked. She spun a tight pirouette and kicked the first guard in the nose, shattering the bone and sending blood flying onto the dark ground. He screamed like a frightened child and gripped his tear and blood-stained face. He fell to the ground in agony as Collette jumped off of one foot and sent the other foot flying into the semi-erect hardness of the second guard. His testicles exploded, sending him to the ground in a wave of pure misery. The second guard’s mouth opened to scream but only a gurgling moan issued forth. The third guard raised his weapon to fire. Collette dropped to a crouch and swung her legs around in a wide arc. Her feet hit the guards, knocking him to the cold concrete. She rolled over and elbowed him in the face, sending pieces of cartilage into his brain, killing him instantly.
With the two men moaning and the second dead she climbed to her feet and proceeded to free the other two men’s souls for ascension to Heaven or a beeline trip to Hell.
Collette dressed quickly and grabbed one of the automatic weapons as well as the clips from the other two. Armed, she breathed a small sigh of relief. She pulled the bodies out of the dark hallway; hiding them in a small cell. It was, she mused, the same cell that they were escorting her to. She loved the irony. With the bodies hidden, she turned and began to make her way towards Graham and the weapon that she needed to recover.
She cautiously made her way from the depths of the dungeon back up to the light of day. She passed a window and saw that a storm had moved into the area. Dark clouds, looking menacing, rolled over the landscape; blanketing the hills in shadows. Rain had begun falling in fat drops that looked almost like diamonds falling from the heavens. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed; the storm was close. She could feel the hair on the nape of her neck stand at attention like a militant being. There was a heavy current in the air. The air smelled of ozone and scorched earth; lightning had hit nearby and recently. The lights were still on in the mansion and she silently had wished that they weren’t. She had the training to attack in almost pitch darkness; her senses were well tuned. She would have liked the advantage. But, she mused, she didn’t really need it. Not really.
Graham was somewhere; but where?
She cautiously made her way to the foyer. The rooms were surprising empty and that worried her slightly. It wasn’t possible that her escape had been noticed or even discovered. But, if it hadn’t and how could it have been, where was everybody? Was an ambush being planned for her benefit under the assumption that she would escape? That didn’t really make any sense but, when it came right down to it, what did? “Shit,” she murmured under the breath she didn’t even realize she had been holding. “Shit, shit, shit,” her voice was barely a whisper.
Graham, she thought, where are you? And, more importantly, perhaps, where was Tress and the nuclear weapon that she needed to recover?
Exhaling sharply she reached the front door and peered upstairs.
She climbed the stairs and found the upstairs as deserted as the downstairs had been. “Shit,” she muttered again as if it was a mantra. Her caution was leaving her; the place felt empty. There was nobody to be found, that was why she had found nobody. Tress, having gotten the nuclear weapon had taken it and left with her prize; left before the impossible happened and she lost it. She had taken the weapon and had taken Graham with her and had left her house deserted. But, she wondered, where was she going?
“Shit!” she screamed it this time. Nobody heard her shout of anger-filled frustration.
She made a quick search of the grounds to ascertain that she really was alone and then worked her way back to the house. She had the time now to search for any clue as to where Tress was going but she knew that even with the time she couldn’t take too much of it. She had to find Tress and quickly before she got rid of the nuclear weapon; before the weapon was put into play. It was a dangerous game she was playing now and while danger didn’t frighten her the consequences of her failing did. If that weapon was detonated and countless thousands or millions lost their lives she knew it would be her fault. She knew she would have traded the lives of those millions of innocent people for the life of Graham, a life that she still had not rescued.
Shaking her head she said simply, “shit.”
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