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Sara Lou
Sara Lou

Feb-24-2009 15:17

"Sweetheart, come back here! You're too close to the street," I called.

My three-year-old smiled her father's smile at me. " 'kay, Momma."

I felt my heart swell as I smiled and ruffled her long, dark blond hair. She inherited that from her daddy, too. "Decadence, baby, I've got to go to work now. You be good for Ms. Martinez, okay?"

"Yes, Momma." Deca turned and smiled at our neighbor, Ms. Martinez, before turning back to me. "Is it a bad case, Momma?"

I laughed. It's amazing how fast kids pick up on their surroundings. "No, hon, just paperwork." I gave her one last hug and kiss, then slid into my car. I watched her wave good-bye in my review until I could see her no more.

"Geez, they grow up so fast," I muttered as my cell phone trilled. "Yeah?" I answered.

"There's not much time left," a woman shrieked.

My assistant, Nancy. "Nancy, what are you talking about?"

"Someone slipped a letter under the door. It had your name on it but I opened it anyway; if it was a secret they would've mailed it, right? 'There's not much time left; soon you won't see her,' it says. Oh, Sara, they're going to kill me!" Nancy cried.

"Oh, cut it, Nancy. Why would they kill you? They'd get more of a response if they were threatening..."

"Decadence," we said together.

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Lolita Marinez
Lolita Marinez
Sleuth About Town

Feb-27-2009 06:06

((These boys are never gonna forgive us girls for passing out all the time. LOL))

I awoke to a massive pain the head. "Urrrggghhhh" I moaned. "Owwww" as I was jostled and bumped. The truck I was in was moving. "Oh you dumb broad" I berated myself. I had got myself into a real pickle this time. Nothing I could do but brace myself for now.

Suddenly the truck stopped and I was banged against the front of the truck. "Eeeekk" I yelped as I hit that tender spot on the top of my head. I needed a minute to adjust. My head hurt so bad. I didn't know where I had been taken to. I knew I was in a pile of trouble. The truck had stopped and cut the engine.What to do? I needed to think.

Suddenly the truck started up again and "Beep Beep Beep Beep" shattered through my brain. I wanted to curl in a ball. I was wishing I was deaf! I heard a gate being opened and the truck was moving again. After only a short time it stopped and turned off the engine. I could hear muffled voices but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Men's voices.......I needed my brain to work. Talking about greens? Owww my head hurt.

I heard the cab door close again. What to do? Do I make some noise and try to get the drivers attention or wait and see what happens............I lay there in pain........I have to move, I can't just wait for fate to take me. Thump Thump Thump. I kicked the wall of the truck..............

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-27-2009 14:05

The minutes were passing. These guys didn’t seem to be in a hurry. The more I waited, the more tensed I became. I looked again through the cabin hoping I was wrong about losing my gun. My eyes fell on the head of a wrench coming out from under my seat. I picked it up and placed it beside me. If anything was to happen, I felt I’d have better chances if I stayed in the truck. Looking around made me realize that I was practically trapped. The gate I came in through had closed behind me. It was made out of thick metal plates reinforced with a couple of strong iron beams. ‘No way I could run the truck through that…’ I said to myself. The warehouse’s door was open, but inside I could see large piles of crates. It was hard to believe I could fit a truck between them and also I couldn’t see till the end of the room. It was most likely a dead end. The yard’s fence was all made of brick. I felt like a rat in a cage.

My attention was suddenly drawn by a noise, again coming from the back of the truck. It sounded somehow like…tapping!?! ‘Damn it…’ I thought. ‘Could someone actually be back there? But that means…’ I didn’t have time to finish that sentence nor take a decision of what to do, as the man who initially opened the gate for me had appeared. He was accompanied now by another one. As they approached I noticed a shadow moving inside the building and a weak noise as if someone was opening a metal door slowly. The noise came from a side of the warehouse that I could not see from my current position. Under the circumstances I had to make the logical assumption that a third person was on my back.

It felt now perfectly clear they were about to lynch me. I turned on the engine, switched the lights off and then I made sure that the door on my side was still open.

“You’ going somewhere, Bane? What’s the rush? Get down here, I brought you the cash.” By saying that, the first man came near my door. The other one stopped in front of the truck. I didn’t know what to do.

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-27-2009 14:06

At that point my ‘salvation’ has made its entrance. The front gate started to move as if somebody was opening it from the outside. For a moment I thought someone ‘up there’ MUST love me. I watched as a man was pushing the gate, slowly letting in the lights of a car waiting in front of it. That light was projecting shadows on the wall on my back. As I was watching them in the rear view mirror, I suddenly realized that I was actually looking at the shadow of a man holding what seemed to be a long hunting shotgun. My senses turned active. The gate was wide open. ‘It’s time for the showdown!’ I said to myself.

I quickly leaned on a side and applied a strong kick in the door on my left. It hit the man standing besides it straight in the face, knocking him down on his back. The one standing in front pulled out his gun. I switched the lights on, temporarily blinding him. He covered his eyes for a moment. I shifted the gear lever to put the truck in reverse and I pressed the pedal with power. It felt as I hit something strong with the back. While slamming the door back into position, the rear view mirror showed me that man with the shotgun was now under a pile of crates, struggling to get free. The goon in the front had recovered his sight and started to shoot. I ducked and then turned the wheel to head for the exit. Again I pressed the pedal as hard as I could, to speed up. The man who had opened the gate jumped on a side to avoid being hit. While managing to get out of the court yard I felt that his car has somehow clung to my truck. It let go the moment I turned to the right to get myself straight on the road. I looked in the rearview mirror and noticed its front wheels were totally busted. ‘That’s good…he won’t follow me now.’ A couple of shots came then from the back, but none of them was on target. I sped out of there as fast as I could.

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-27-2009 14:06

I kept checking the rearview mirror from time to time, but no one was following. I headed towards ‘The Golden Coal Pits’, an old and now abandoned amusement park. Its name came from an old story. It seems there was once a coal pit where someone claimed to have found pieces of gold. Next thing they knew, the pits became flooded with people in search for its shine, most of them having no clue about what actually meant to be in a mine. The tragedy happened: the coal pits went down, burying hundreds of souls. This story was used for promoting one of those horror tunnels amusement parks have. It was successful, so the owners decided to equip it with everything else: a big wheel, a train, shooting range…and basically anything one could think of. It worked very well until some old lady decided to have a heart attack in the pit. The city officials then closed the place down. By now it was nothing more than an obsolete pile of shacks and rusted metal.

I pulled over somewhere behind some barracks. The thought of someone being stashed in the back of the truck did not give me peace. I picked up the wrench, some old lamp I found inside the cabin and went to the back. I lifted the truck cover slowly and hopped up inside. Indeed something was moving behind the crates. As I was approaching I saw that a crate had bust open, probably from my reckless driving. Some boxes had fallen down on the floor. I picked one up. “Cubans!” I said in delight. I opened it up and stuffed my chest pocket with them. Another moan in the back has made me remember why I was there. I slowly approached the place where it came and lowered the lamp to see better.

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-27-2009 14:08

Not to my surprise, I could say, I found a woman. “So this is my back seat moaning cat…” Her hands were tied up to her back and also her legs. She was gagged. I shook her off for a bit to see if she was still conscious. She opened her eyes and gave me a frown look. She seemed though to somehow dizzy. An open cut over one of her eyebrows was dropping a few stains of blood.

“Ok, little lady…now who the hell are you supposed to be and what the hell are you doing inside my package?” I asked. She tried to say something and I realized she was still gagged. Her eyes now got even more frown. I lowered the rag that was used to cover her mouth.

“Damn it, Bane! Where the hell did you learn to drive?!? You almost had me killed back here! Now what are you waiting for? Untie me!”

“Listen here, lady…I ain’t got no clue who you are, but you see…in my line of business women tend to be kinda’…dangerous. I feel more comfortable with you tied up over here, so I sugg…”

“BANE! Untie me now, or I swear I will m…” I pulled up the gag back over her mouth, cutting the rest of her words.

“What the hell is wrong with you women? The moment that someone lets your mouth go free you all start shouting and cursing at me!?! Now shut up and listen. I’ll give you my standing in this. See…I assume those guys back at the station were not exactly planning to take you to a picnic. Now…I don’t know how important you actually are to them, but I tend to believe that by delivering you back or just leaving you here along with the merchandize, I might just be able to find a middle ground with these fellows and live on my life as if nothing has happened. Ok…I’m going to take off your gag now, but if you start shouting again I might just do what I said, you hear me?”

She struggled a bit more, but then she nodded at me in submission. She was still giving me an angry eye though.

“Ok…” I said taking again her gag off. “Now you’d better tell me an interesting story. I’m listening, gal.”

Lolita Marinez
Lolita Marinez
Sleuth About Town

Feb-27-2009 16:31

With my arms and legs tied my kicking on the wall of the truck was more like a weak tap than a thump. I couldn't believe how much my head hurt when I moved my feet! "Owwwwww"

Suddenly I heard movement outside the truck and the engine started up again. I could barely make out the voices but I did hear one loud shout "Bane..........." I remembered what I had heard before I blacked out. Something about Bane coming. Was it Joey out there?

I didn't have time to contemplate any longer. The truck started moving in reverse and crashed into something and then was slammed into forward motion and I was thrown around against the walls and the crates. I lost consciousness again.

The next thing I knew the truck was stopped. It took me a minute to get my bearings and then I heard the back of the truck being opened. I could see a light entering the back...."Here we go again" I thought

Eventually the light found me and squinting I recognized Joey "Bulldog" Bane. I don't think I had ever seen a more beautiful sight than that broken nosed, busted up old boxer. "I'm saved" I thought.

Lolita Marinez
Lolita Marinez
Sleuth About Town

Feb-27-2009 16:39

Well some rescue this turned out to be. Bane wouldn't even untie me. And he GAGGED ME AGAIN! My happiness about being saved was fast turning to anger.

“Now you’d better tell me an interesting story. I’m listening, gal.” Joey said to me.

I told him about Decadence and Sara and how his package must be connected to the same guys that kidnapped Deca and me.

"Do you know who these guys are?" I asked him

He shook his head "I don't ask questions, I'm just a delivery boy"

"We need to get back to the Cat's Eye club and find out who Mr Big is. He knows who shot Riley and he has Decadence" I told Joey. "Oh and we might be able to find out why they wanted you dead too" I added as an afterthought.



Sara Lou
Sara Lou

Feb-27-2009 21:10

I sighed. This was getting ridiculous. First Deca and Lolita were kidnapped; now I was tied up in what I assumed to be MY basement. I couldn't remember be hauled to any kind of vehicle, no could I remember riding in one, but judging by the rope indentations on my wrists, I'd been unconciously resisting my bonds. They weren't uncomfortably tight; just tight enough to keep me here. My ankles were tied as well, yet, miraculously, I hadn't been gagged. I sat up as best as I could (which wasn't very well), and surveyed the room. Yep, my basement.

I could see a few of Deca's old toys in one corner, my boxes of sentimental stuff in another. What kind of heartless bastard would lock me up with all my sentimental crap?

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-28-2009 03:29

I just stayed there for a bit, thinking of everything she had told me. Indeed I would’ve been better off just leaving her there, tied up in the truck. I didn’t give much of a damn lately about nearly anything. I was also never what some people call ‘a church door’ during my life, but…throwing an innocent to the wolves was a line that I could actually bring myself to step over.

I finally decided to untie her and then I hopped up in the cabin. She got up into the truck on my right. I took a long look at her with the corner of my eye. Even under the bruises, the cuts and the dirt I noticed she was a fine woman. That thought was though now the last thing onto my mind. I started the engine.

“Ok, Bane…” she said. “Now where do we go first?”

I looked at her thinking, my eyes fixing a point somewhere behind her head. Upon a few seconds I focused on her. “Now…’WE’ ain’t going nowhere together, lady! ‘I’ am going to drop you wherever you want and then ‘I’ am going to get the hell out of this city. And I’ll stay out there until this thing gets settled, one way or another. I’m not a part of all this and frankly I do not intend to become one. You hear me?”

“You’re wrong, Bane…” she answered. “You’re already mixed up in this mess. They’ve already attempted to kill you, remember?”

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-28-2009 03:29

“They did…yet I’m not seeing myself as a part of YOUR mess. You see…these apes ain’t too bright. There’s a good chance those guys back at the station just wanted a cut of my cash. I’m just the delivery boy, as I said, and that makes me simply…expendable. There’s also a second option regarding their reasons to waste me…maybe…they wanted to tie up the loose ends in this kidnapping matter in which you came out to be just some ‘extra luggage’. Now, as I said, I don’t think these goons are smart enough to conceive a bright plan. They’re only a bunch of dumb animals. I thus just tend to believe they were just hired to do the dirty work. Maybe not even the ‘boss’ you said you saw is not the man you are looking for, but indeed he would be a good place to start.”

I lit myself one of those Cubans and then continued. “Well…as I see it, in either one of the cases I have described I don’t see myself to be important enough to be searched for if I was to disappear. Since trouble’s the last thing I want now, that’s just what I’ll do. Now…I can drop you off back at the club, but I would strongly suggest you take a shower and put yourself together a bit before. I doubt barging onto the head of these guys like a mad dog would do the trick. You might end up in the same position you were when I found you.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but then she appeared to have decided against it. ‘Damn coward…’ she said to herself and then out loud: “Ok, Bane…just drive ourselves out of here.”

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