Guilty Until Proven Innocent

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

Jill looked from the clear glass shower and back to Taylor. What now? She had asked for a shower and clean clothes and he had provided them. Not the way she had intended but they were there. She refused to shower with him in the room and being able to look at her naked, however. But, may Brandon forgive her, she wanted nothing more than that hot water flowing over her body and carrying all that had happened in the last...how long had it been?...away down the drain.

Snatching the towel that hung on a nearby towel rack, she placed it over the shower door so that it shielded her from Taylor's eyes and stepped in, disrobing the rest of the way and tossing the clothes over the shower door curtain. Turning on the water full blast and as hot as she could get it, she began to scrub her skin almost raw, trying to get the feeling of filth from her body.

She washed her hair three times before she felt she was done there and was still scrubbing herself when the thought struck her that at some point in time she would have to get out of this shower, wrapped only in the slightly damp towel that now hung up over the shower and go out into the room for the clothes on the bed.

She wished she was confident that Taylor would leave the room while she was dressing but she knew better. Oh, she could manage to dress in a semi-modest way with him there but what did he have in mind after that? That was what worried Jill and the thought struck her just as if her shower had been turned completly on cold.

"Oh, God, Brandon," She whispered, holding herself up with a hand on the wall as water spilled over her back. "Where are you? Hank! Please, please get my message and get to Brandon! Please, understand what I am trying to tell you!"

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Tanya

The fight only went on for a moment and Tanya's trained eye could see that Hank was taking care of himself well enough. Her hand was still on her weapon just in case it turned against him and she felt an unnatural squeezing around her heart when she saw the needle.

Going over to him in the aftermath, she looked over the men and grabbed the needle from Hank, shoving it deep into the man who was the most undamaged and emptying the contents into his thigh.

Nodding her head toward the other one, she said,"That one will have a lawsuit. This one is going to have an interrogation. Help me get him into the car and then go have a talk with Ed. And I want you to report everything back to me. And I do mean everything he tells you. I am going to make a few calls of my own. If the call came from Jill than someone traced the call and pinpointed your location. If it didn't than they knew the number and only had to have you talk long enough to pinpoint it. Either way, they know where we are. Which means we have to make sure we are somewhere else...and soon."

As they shoved the man in the car and buckled him in, she said,"And, Hank, I wouldn't go calling your parents and telling them you think Jill is alive. Not until we know for certain. I would hate to dash the hopes of some really nice people..." And, as if on cue, her own cell phone rang.

Flipping it open, she listened and, as she listened, a dark look came across her face. "Yes, I know there is some suspicion about that but....No, Mrs Meyers, I don't know for sure but I wouldn't go getting your hopes up until we do. Yes, mistakes can be made but...Yes, Mrs Meyers, I know where Hank is and I will be sure to tell him."

Closing her phone with a hard click, she tried not to lose her temper. Not now. Now was definately not the time. Turning to Hank, she said,"Smythe just got to your parents. They called me because you are supposed to be with me and knew they could get both of us at the same time. It seems that the son of a bitch has told them that Jill is alive. If anything, this goes to prove that he is trying to play on your emotions. I don't know what his role is in this but I am betting he is hip deep in it. And, when I find him...." She left the end of the statement hanging and instead said,"Go and talk to Ed. Lets get out of here as soon as possible."

By the time he came back out, she had made some calls of her own. When he slid into the passenger seat, she started the car and talked as she drove to a motel.

"I called a friend at the coroner's office. He is going to do some double checking for me. I am not letting the possibility that records could be faked slip by. I trust him. He will be able to tell me if the body they have is really your sister or not. Now...if it's not that still doesn't mean that Jill is alive. It makes that a slim possibility but still...it's there. But don't get your hopes up before I talk to him again."

It didn't take them long to get to the motel and Tanya checked them in as Mr and Mrs Hill. They drug the man into the shabby room (what do you expect from a place that doesn't even check your I.D.?) and Tanya handcuffed him to the bed and made an order for take out.

"It's going to be awhile before he wakes up," She said, taking off her jacket and putting it down. "When he does we can ask him questions but don't touch him. If anyone is going to deal physically with him it's me. I can take the heat better. I've done it before. You can ask him what you want but don't be surprised if he doesn't answer willingly. And he may not know that much. If you were going to pull of something this big would you tell everyone under you what you were doing? Lackeys tend to blab when they get drunk or laid. But then, you already knew that, didn't you?"

It was just a short time before their chinese take out came and she spread the table and sat down to eat with Hank. She wasn't sure what kind of answers they would get when the man woke up but it would be better than none at all. When they were through they could leave him here and call the police to come get him. They could always find a better place for the night.

Looking over at Hank, she knew it must be eating him up inside to just sit and wait it out like this. His sister, if not dead, was in trouble and he wanted nothing more than to get to her. She knew the feeling well. As well as the taste of defeat and helplessness.

Trying to take his mind off of his own troubles, She said,"So, tell me what info you got from Ed? Maybe with what we get from this scum we can put a few pieces of the puzzle together."

 

[Evil Attorney]

Hank was calm. For the first time since this shit began, he wasn't fighting himself and whoever was out their.

He was in a no-tell motel with a guy who tried to kill him and a woman who tried to save him, just survived a smash and grab drug induced kidnapping attempt, and was preparing to interrogate this fucker.

For a moment he expected Rogger and Mark to knock on the door with pizza, scotch and a tank of Nitrous Oxide to gas the guy up and interrogate him while he was high and drunk.

Oh well. At least the chinese place was good. Hank loved the little shrimp in rice with the sweet and sour sauce.

Just like old times...

"This guy wasn't a lacky. Not a profesional at this kind of thing, but not a lacky. This is either a regular thing for them, or they were trained pretty dam well.

Whoever these two and driver were, they weren't bad at this kind of thing. The approach and the timing was too good.

I'm thinking contract musscle.

In fact, I'm thinking he is from a family...Can you smell the garlic coming out his pores?

This fucker is Italian. Probably a made man too..."

Hank unconciously drew his balisong and started opening and closing it. The razor sharp steel sang in his hands like something alive...He looked at the unconcious man and longed to tear the answers from him with fire and blade...but this was Tanya's show.

If she got what they needed, well, let her deal with the guy. If she didn't, she could deal with his corpse later, because if he didn't have good answers he wasn't leaving the room alive.

"Ed and I talked. Ed's scared. He told me that he was thinking of going to school in UCLA for his Ph.D, because he has the grades and the green saved up.

He plans on taking his Girlfriend too. What kind of guy takes his chick to college with him at 26 years old? I mean he is planning on going to UCLA with a 19yrold girlfriend?

Ed's running scared but I don't think he is paranoid. Ed doesn't like guns, but Ed had a pistol in his waistband and a shiny new carry permit from the local PD. Serious shit too, because Ed told me he is carrying a glock 32 in .357 sig.

I tried being nice, but it was obvious he really didn't want to talk.

I had to go to option B. "

Tanya looked at him questioningly.

"Guilt trip. he leaned in really close and told me about some photos he saw.

Really erotic stuff, till you look close, then you see the girls aren't into it.

He handed me this, and told me he was out of town to 'scout for an appartment' with his chick till 'school is done for both of them', starting friday.

He gave me a key and told me to pick up his gun at the bus locker at 9:00 am tomorow, because they are on a bus to the airport and gone by noon. He said I could probably use a gun if I went more into this.

The, he handed me this"

Hank held up 3 books of matches.

The first book of matches was from the club 'Goldfingers', a strip club. An upscale one not in the red light district of town.

Hank said "This place is big, and has decent bouncers that call you sir. They don't water the drinks either, the other two...Well, lets ask sleeping beauty."

The other clubs were the 'Pleasure Dome' and 'beavertown'
Both places in a rather seady section of the city, known for what "didn't" happen in the back rooms. Sex was only part of what happened their.

It was rumored that anything up to and including snuff was available for the right price...

Hank flicked his balisong out.

The thought of Jill in those clubs filled him with a seething rage.

Hank checked the asshole out. He would be unconcious for at least another 4 hours.

He looked at Tanya and said seductively "Honey, the kids are asleap and we have a motel room...why don't I get us a bottle of wine, put on a viedo and....."

Hank's seductive voice vanished as he finished "...shake some trees to find out what the 'Family' has going on in clubs around town. I got to go to the bank. I need to get something out of a safety deposit box.

Be back in an hour. If he waskes up, find out if he was watching me or traced the call."

With that Hank left to go to the bank. He needed a small black notebook that was in a box at Chase.

The phone numbers would be old, but someone from the old days had to know something.

In the box was also a Rugger 22/45 pistol with an integral suppressor, 2 magazines and 100 rounds of .22 subsonic ammo, a S&W snubnose revolver with 50 rounds of +p ammo and 2 speed loaders in a soft leather holster, $100,000 in cash and 4 million dollars worth of United State Treasury Bonds, a rolex submariner watch and some other things he hadn't looked at in years.

As he drove to the bank, he thought of Tanya.

She would probably slap him if she knew what he was thinking. She was so beautiful, and not only that, she was confident, sexy, and very, very confident.

She was the kind of woman he dreamed of...

Hank's groin handened thinking about how he wanted to eat her out till she begged for his dick, then how he would fuck her slowly in many different ways as he rejoiced in the feel of her...his hands on her breasts massaging her nipples with every stroke he would love to give her...her moaning and begging him to fuck her faster as he slowed down...

If he ever got her, he decided to make sure he took hours with her to the point she begged for a stroke.

Aw...hell. Who was he kidding.

She was here for the buisness, then go caught up with a matter of honor. He didn't think she was intrested in him.

Hank knew he was not bad looking, some may even call him attractive, but while getting pussy was not a real problem for him, that was all it was.

With Tanya, he would want something a lot more. Hank wanted her heart before he had her body.

As he got to the bank, his thoughts centered on the box...

He went in, and gained access to the vault.

The box opened and he looked in. Hank first took the Rugger 22/45 out, loaded its magazines and quietly racked a round into the chamber, then replaced the round, loaded the gun and put it, the magazines and spare ammo into his briefcase.

He then took $40,000 and put it in along with the gun.

The watch he put on.

Hand decided to take the S&W with him. Nobody ever died from having a .38 special back up piece, so he tucked it in his left pocket, and dropped the speed loaders into his right hand pocket.

Hank looked at the bonds. They were his nest egg. He took out a one forth of them and put them in the briefcase too. He figured $1,000,000 of T-bonds would be enough for almost anything, and if he needed more, they were right here.

Taking them all would be too much of a risk, as they may be lost, and these were in bearer form...

He may need to rasom Jill, or pay for some aditional support.

Tanya was good, but he got the feeling he would need some help that was way the fuck off the books. Tanya was a bit visible.

If he could get the number and it was still good, then one of Rogger's old friends may be able to help him.

Hank stopped for a moment and looked at all this stuff.

He should have gotten it a week ago. He was a fucking idiot fro trying to track Jill without this stuff. He wouldn't make that mistake again.

The book...Hank grabbed it and stuffed it into his satchel.

Looking into the box, he say something laying on the bottom of it.

A bandana with a patch sewn in the center.

Rogger's patch that he gave him when he pronounced him ready to be opperational. Hank looked at it and put it in his pocket.

The B-11. Bravo-one-one, or as they were known in Vietnam, the Bloody Sabers.

Their was other wealth in the box, plunder of 5 years on the road with a crew of profesional killers and thieves.

Hank had other things, a Mutual fund and other paper assets he hadn't touched in a long time, but this was one of the 3 places he kept liquid cash on hand. The other 2 stashes were smaller versions of this one, and they were in Dallas and Montreal.

Hank's trip down memory lane was taking time. He reviewed what he had taken.

$40,000 in cash, the bonds, the rugger pistol, the smith and the rolex.

Hank closed the lid and locked the box back up, then opened it and grabbed another 10K.

"For Tanya", he thought.

Hank left the bank and was back at the motel an hour after he left.

 

[poohlive]

During Jill's shower, Taylor wanted nothing more than to just watch her. He couldn't though, there were things to be done, a few measure to be taken, make sure that Jill herself wasn't the only person with backup.
He made a few phone calls, wanting to set up something small, quiet, but operational in under an hour. Two of his trusted men set that up.
Then, he took off all of his clothing, setting them next to the clothes on the bed set aside for Jill.
He laid there, watching her through the shower, stroking his cock which had gotten rock hard in the past few minutes.
"I think you're done," He said, licking his lips, "Come over here, sit by me."
It wasn't a question, or a request. His words had grown a little hard, their edges turner sharp as blades cutting through the skin. He had thought she would be a small crying ball at this point, but she'd shown more strength, or just will, than some other girls.
Still, in his line of work, that meant nothing.
She was only human after all, and they all cracked eventually. A few weeks with some of the rougher boys, and she'd be begging for his cock, along with anyone else's he wanted.
"I've waited too long Jill..."

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Tanya

Tanya let Hank go. She had to trust him not to run off and do something stupid. She wanted to trust him not to do something stupid. She was a fool. But, then again, it wouldn't be the first time that she had played that role.

While he was gone, she cleaned up their dinner and checked on their prisoner. Still sleeping like a baby. Going into the bathroom, she took a shower and changed into a pair of shorts and a spagehetti strap belly shirt. Not her usual attire but she hadn't had the time to meditate in quite a few days and she intended to take advantage of the time before Hank got back and she had to have lose clothing when she meditated or else she couldn't concentrate.

Checking once more on the man on the bed, she pushed the chairs and table back to the wall and sat with legs crossed, hands on her knees, palms up and her weapon nestled in her lap...just in case. She would just take a little while and then get up and get dressed before Hank got back. God knows what he would think if he caught her in this outfit sitting in the middle of the floor looking like some zoned out space case. She took just a moment to wonder why she cared what he thought of her anyway.

Shrugging off the thought, she closed her eyes and let her mind drift. This took longer than usual as most of her thoughts were about the man whom she had unwillingly taken on as a partner. Strange, you would think that it would be about the case instead. She didn't try to push the thoughts away as that would have caused a distraction, having them niggling in the back of her mind while she meditated. Instead, she let her mind sort through them and any other thoughts that came to her until she felt calm enough to begin her meditations.

While she was meditating, her senses were heightened so she could hear every creak of the bed should Hank's attacker wake up. What she didn't expect to hear was the key in the door. Damn! She must have taken longer than she thought. Well, no help for it now. She wasn't going to jump up and act like she was caught in the middle of soimething she shouldn't be doing, for God's sake.

Instead, as he entered the room, she opened the door, her hand on her weapon, making sure that it really was him coming back. When he stepped in, she uncurled from her position and did some stretching exercises to get the kinks out.

Looking up at him, she shrugged. "Meditation. It's good for calming the mind and sharpening the senses. Let me go get changed and I'll be right with you...."

At that point her cell phone rang and she flipped it open. It was her contact in the coroner's office. She listened intently and nodded a few times, speaking in clipped tones to the man on the other end.

When the call was done, she thanked him and then closed the phone, turning to look at Hank. "That was the report from my man at the coroner's office. It seems that either the files got mixed up or someone was paid off to make sure that the body was identified as Jill's. It's not. It's a model from the agency she worked for. A Lori McCallister. A murder was commited. But not Jill's. At least not that murder. Whether she is alive or not I don't know. That is why we have to find Smythe."

 

[Evil Attorney]

Hank fell to his knees in relief.

She was alive. It wasn't all for nothing. Hank rested his head on his hands and took a breath.

He had to go on. Time was waisting.

He looked at her and his stomach started doing a little flip and dick began to hardened. He saw a good bit of her and he liked what he was seeing.

Oh Fuck...I don't need this right now. He could smell her scent. A combination of leather, the oil and silicone lube on her piece, and a lighter and clean scent below that which was hers.

What the hell would she want with me? He thought.

The answer was 'probably nothing'

He rose and said "I visited my safety deposit box and made a withdrawl."

Hank handed her $30,000 in 3 stacks of bills.

"Its all clean. Ten of that is to help replace the gear you lost when Smythe fucked with your car. Another ten because we are going to likely have to bribe people for info, and we need good info and people willing to talk rather than be flightly fuckers. "

He paused and looked at her, put his hand on hers and said softly "The other ten is for you because your a gem, helping me like this. I appreciate it a lot."

Hank had debated on sharing the suppressed rugger with Tanya.

Suppressed weapons are tightly regulated in the USA. Not blanketly illegal, but restricted heavily, and manufacturing one was a federal crime.

This pistol, a rugger 22/45, a .22 calibur pistol with a grip angle and feel of a colt 1911, had an integral suppressor.

It didn't screw on, but was part of the gun itself and used artificial environment technology to quiet the bullet without the use of rubber baffles.

Although it fired only a .22 LR bullet, it was quiet enough to kill a man in a crowded room with noone hearing the weapon fire over the conversation of people at dinner.

If they had to sneak into a place were getting caught would be a matter of life and death, this weapon would be invaluable in eliminating the guards.

With this weapon you kill. Silently. Profesionaly. Without warning and without hesitation. Bullet in the head and that was it. No shoulder shots, not kneecapping. They wouldn't work with this gun because the bullet would just piss them off.

Bridge of the nose, eye, temple or back of the head. All preferably done from as close to contact range as humanly possible.


He didn't know if she would approve, because with this weapon, you don't disable. .22 won't disable much.

But Tanya was in command, and that was that. He agreed she was in charge, and while they were on this, he would follow her orders.

Unless things changed. Unless she decided that the bounty was more important than Jill, in which case...but he didn't want to go their. Not with they way he started to feel for her.

"I also brought this..." he said as he opened the case and showed her the pistol.

"I figured we may need it, and its better to have and not need than to need and not have. Got 3 mags for it and total of 100 rounds.

Its clean. Of that I'm sure. Wendle made these. Pistol was purchaced second hand down south privately and the suppressor was our doing. I know for a fact this one doesn't have a body on it. We never kept shit like this on hand after an opp. No matter what we did with the rest of the gear, these got chopped up and hammered flat.

It was time consuming, but profesionalism is sometimes that way...

I didn't want to spring this on you in the middle of something. You are the boss and should know what equiptment is at our disposal, so...their it is.

Oh, and use the cotton gloves in handling this in you can, ya know? I got bout 6 pairs in the shopping bag."

As he said that Hank briefly thought of another one of his friends who died in that terrible night.

Wendle. 5'8" 140 lbs Ex-Marine. The most snake motherfucker who ever lived. One seriously sneaky man with a bent for electronics.

But that was then, and this was now...

"Did sleeping ugly wake up? I think I want to have a conversation with him...then we should buy some upscale clothing. We may need to go clubbing later and I think we look a little worse for wear. "

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Tanya

When he handed her the money, she handed it back. "I don't want your money, Hank," She said with a smile,"Money is not what this girl needs."

Tanya looked the weapon over without touching it. She could see what it was from where it was. She raised her eyebrows to Hank but said nothing.

Grabbing her clothes, she shook her head,"Nope, he he hasn't peeped but it shouldn't be long. And Hank," She said, her tone gentled as she nodded toward the weapon he had shown her. "Just make sure that it's a last resort. I want Smythe alive. If anyone can lead us to Jill than it's him. I'm sure of it. And it may give you some reassurance if you have it, but if anyone finds it on you they could assume you came for nothing less than an assassination and they might decide to kill you first."

Stepping into the bathroom to change, she paused and turned to look at him with frank honesty. "And I really don't want you getting killed. And I'm not too sure that it's because of the promise I made to your parents either."

Closing the door, she began dressing. She didn't know if she should have said that. Didn't really know what the hell was happening to her where Hank Meyers was concerned and it scared her. But she wanted him to know that she valued him alive instead of dead. The emotional state he was in was dangerous and she didn't want him deciding his own life was not worth anything to anyone.

Once she was back in her black leather and tank top, she emerged and went over to the man who was now stirring. Standing over him, she took out a cigarette and lit it, letting the smoke play in his face. She wanted him to know who was in charge from the beginning.

At first he was silent, only glaring at both of them. Then he was rebellious, yelling out obsenities until Tanya took the iniative to cut off the air from his windpipes by placing two fingers on a little known spot in his throat. When he was good and turning blue, she let him take a deep breath and then repeated the procedure just to let him know she could stop his breathing all together if she wanted to.

Once he knew the score, she asked her questions again, Hank adding some of his own. She had to get mean at times, but she never had to put a mark on him. As she thought, the mention of who she was made him stop and think. Man Hunter was a well known title in most worlds. It seemed that he had heard of her.

It took a few hard glares from Hank, a suggestion that, since he didn't want to be of value to her she would take a cigarette break outside and leave him with the brother of the girl they were asking about. At one look at Hank, the man began to rethink his position. Then she threw in that she would gladly leave him here at the motel for his companions to find and would use her channels to spread the word that he was more than willing to tell them what they wanted to know and had agreed to go to the police. She could even call in the police to make it look good. The man blanched and they got the information. At least what little he knew.

Jill was alive. Or she was last time he heard. But whoever it was that was in charge of this thing was not going to let her stay that way if she didn't give him something he wanted. Information. The way he put it, Jill had what some guy named Taylor wanted. Tanya knew who that was and it all fit together. They also learned, to Tanya's surprise, that Smythe had been framed and that her mark was looking for Taylor and Jill. No matter what question she asked, she couldn't get a feel that it was Smythe behind this instead of Taylor. That would give her something to mull over in the future.

They also got the password to use at the bars. Carlos. Got it. Hank would have to go in and act like he was looking for some company and would be able to pay up a handsome price. Since he had gotten the money from the bank, that would not be a problem.

They left the man handcuffed to the bed. On the way to the mall, they made an anonymous phone call to the police and went shopping.

At the mall, Tanya hit the stores, picking out a shirt and skirt (not black to her own displeasure but they couldn't know that she was who she was if this was to go off without a hitch). The skirt was a long, filmy number that clung to her hips and legs but had a slit up to mid thigh in case she had to do any running. The blouse was just as filmy and hugged her curves in all the right places, with a daring neckline that would have the men looking at her chest instead of her face. Most times she would hate that but it would be a distraction and mean that they would be less likely to recognize her.

She picked out a shoe with just enough of a heel to give shape to her legs but one that wouldn't prevent her from running if she had to. Then she picked up a purse with several pockets in the lining that would go with her outfit. It would be perfect to hide some fire arms in but she was going to miss her regular armory. But if she tried to hide them on this dress it would be more than noticible. For a minute she envied Hank who would be able to wear something that would hide any number of weapons. She would have to stick close to him when she could in case she needed some extra fire power.

Make up was next. Tanya could, when she wanted to, expertly apply make up. She just didn't take the time most times. When you were on the hunt, it wasn't a neccessity. Then she met Hank and they proceeded to another motel, this one a bit cleaner and nicer, and registered as husband and wife once again. If someone were looking for them, they would expect separate rooms and names. It would take a little bit to find them this way.

Going into the bedroom, she donned on her outfit and made up her face and hair. She couldn't do much with the hair, it being short like it was, but she made it curl and frame her face to soften the lines she knew was there from years of hunting down men. When she was satisfied, she came out and began packing the smallest of her guns in her bag.

"Your turn," She said to him, without looking up, concentrating on packing the most ammo and weapons as she could in the space she had. "Better hurry, we don't have much time and I am assuming that Smythe will be on the same trail. At least I hope to God he is. Something tells me he might be able to shed some light on that message from your sister."

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

In spite of the warm water washing over her, Jill felt a cold seize her at Taylor's words. Dear God! What the hell was she supposed to do now? She had almost been able to forget about her boss out there waiting for her in her zeal to get clean inside and out but now she felt sick and dirty again at the tone of his voice.

Looking around frantically for something to stall him, anything to stall him, she looked up at the shower spout. Seeing something that caught her attention, she reached up and tested her theory. She was right! It was loose right at the base. In fact, water was dribbling down the wall where it was supposed to meet the tile. This place was obviously for one thing only, to get money from the girls like she had seen in the photos. No one cared about anything but minimal maintenace.

"Just...just a minute," She called out as her trembling fingers worked at the piece, pulling and twisting until it started to give. Taking a deep breath, she tugged even harder, hoping Taylor couldn't hear what she was doing but wanting to make her distraction as quickly as possible. With one last, deperate tug, the shower spout came loose and Jill yelped in surprise as hot water, unregulated by the pipes, dumped on her, taking her breath away.

Coughing and spitting, she grabbed the towel from the door and wrapped it around her, exiting the shower quickly and running away from it as the water spashed into the shower stall and then out, spreading to the whole room. Running to the bed and scooping up the clothes, she made for a corner of the door.

This would certaintly make Taylor's mind occupied by something other than her and what he wanted to do with her. If she had any luck at all, there would be some major commotion as well with everyone trying to stop the water flow before it flooded everything. If her luck held, she just might be able to make it out in the confusion. God please let her make it out of this hell hole!

 

[Evil Attorney]

Hank was surprised that she didn't want the money, but he let that pass.

The interrogation pissed him off though. He wanted to tear the answers from the asshole, instead, he was merely listening.

When Tanya suggested that he could get a crack at the guy the smile he gave wasn't faked. He so wanted to see if he could get through that made man's mind and get him to talk.

He didn't have a single doubt that he could, as he wasn't particularly conserned about letting him go.

That they left the man alive pissed Hank off. Leaving him behind was a bad decission in his oppinion. he knew them, he knew their faces, equiptment, skill and identity.

Hank wanted to put a bullet in him, but Tanya wasn't having any of that.

But she was in command...so he listened.

As they left, he whispered into the man's ear "I have your ID. I will find you if you are lying to me.

I will kill your family. Your kids. I will burn your church, and see to it that you take 3 days to die, disfigured and in pain, and before you perish, I will kill your loved ones in front of your eyes, slaughtered like cattle.

I or another will do this.

You will not disapear. I will find you, I or another. Maybe the woman, maybe Lizard...

If you have lied to me in any way, hell will seem like mercy, because I will have none. "

Hank looked into the man's eyes, his own cold and hard and black as a pit of hell itself.

In a voice that comes from the grave, he whispered "Speak now, or not at all"

The man looked at Hank and shivered. He heard Hank invoke a name that was feared in the underworld.

Lizard.

Lizard was an old school, bad juju motherfucker.

One of the last true mercs from the Vietnam era. An ex-marine from the Pheonix Program in vietnam who after the war made his fortune in crime and soldiering.

Sometimes hiring for some of the families, sometimes ripping others of them off.

Nobody invoked his name like Hank did unless they really did have a connection to him. Otherwise, Lizard would be after the person who used his name in vein.

The man said "Look...just don't go in asking for carlos. If you do that, you are going to tip people off. Spend money first, then buy a dance from a girl first. When one of the guys, a bouncer, asks if you are looking for someone special, ask if carlos is around...thats how they know you are for real"

Hank looked at him as said, "If you are lying...lizard...and don't make any calls. I'll be upset if I find out that you did."

Hank left the room.

When they got to the mall, tanya went shopping. Hank spent about 30 minutes doing a counter-survalence course, walking erraticly, trying to get a tracker to show himself, or see who appeared too many times.

He was sweating from the stress of walking aorund in a wilderness of mirrors, but found a payphone out of the way of most people.

He looked for the right name and hoped it was the correct one. He added a certain amount to the first 3 didgets and subtracted the correct amount from the last 4.

He dialed on his cell phone and a voice answered "Falcon Eye Investigations, How may I direct your call"

Hank said "Six-six, double zero"

Hank waited for a minute and a voice came on the line. It said "Rogger, long time."

The voice was smooth, like fine liquor. It was the voice of someone who was at the top of his game and had the resources, skill and respect to have his advice taken as an order.

Hank said "Rogger is dead. Its Hank. I was the munchkin in Rog's crew. Rog is dead, and you owed him a favor. I'm the last of the crew and I'm calling it in"

Lizard said, "Big talk from a munchkin...let me hear what you want and I'll decide if I want to let you call in this marker. "

Hank asked if the line was secure, and when Lizard kicked in the scrambler, he told him the whole story, from Rog's death to Jill's situation and his own leaving nothing out.

Lizard said "You little fuck. You used my name...and for that I will deal with you later...don't think I won't. You cunt...But this is serious...ok, I do owe Rog one, and as one of his crew, yeah, that chit is yours to cash.

I'll tell you what, call me back tomorow or as soon as you can after that with more intel on the situation. We can decide whats going to happen then, OK?"

Relief flooded through Hank.

"Ok...look, thanks." he said.

Lizard said "Its cool, and it for blood. I sympathise with what you are going through. In the mean time, if you need to drop my name, well, don't feel free, but its ok. "

He hung up on Hank. He felt stupid. More stupid that ever before.

Lizard was the first person he should have called. He tried to do this...this shit on his own without help and if it cost him Jill...he would find who took her, Smythe, someone else and kill them.

If Jill was dead because of his own stupidity...he twitched his asscheek and felt the .45. One of those lovely brass jacketed hollow points would feel real nice for the long nap...

Hank went to a tailor shop and got himself a suit, properly tailored for his frame with a good overhang to hide the Sig, then went to get a haircut. He wanted to look good for his night at the Club. After that, good shoes. Something sturdy, yet understated.

He wanted to look as if he was a serious guy, looking for sex that wasn't easy to find, and able to pay for it.

Someone who they would sell a girl to so that he could fulfill his lusts then either keep the girl for a while or dispose of.

He planned on going in, getting noticed and offering some money to get a 'dance' at his hotel with the girl for a 'few days'

It would cost, but if these guys were in the habit of selling the women to be slaughtered, then they would take the bait and he would have some intel, maybe even find Jill.

If the didn't, he planned on asking tanya to agree with him to track whoever drives the girls to and from the clup so they could find the house were they were kept.

If they were kept at the club though, then maybe a raid was in order...one conducted not by the cops, but by him.

He then went to the sporting goods store and purchaced a Benelli M1 super90 tatical shotgun in 3 1/2 inch magnum and 200 rounds of 12 guage, and 200 rounds of the vintage 1990 .38 special +p black tallon ammo.

It was $50 per box of 20 rounds, but he didn't care.

It wasn't armor piercing like the asshole media made it seem, but it was some lethal shit. If he was going to carry a weapon, he wanted the best, and that was it.

The shotgun was a pistol grip semi auto shotgun with an 20 inch barrel and a 7 round tube, giving the shooter 8 shots of 3 1/2 shells the could be fired without pumping the weapon or reloading. He bought a shell bandoleer and a side saddle for the gun to mount shells on it as well.

He put them in the trunk before Tanya saw them. Her shotgun was fucked up, and if she wouldn't take money, then Hank was sure that she would not be upset at having some gear replaced.

As an afterthough, he went to the Godiva store and bought her a box of chocolates.

"Hell" he thought, "she is a woman, she has to love these, even if its only for munchies"

He waited for Tanya at the food court.

The suit, the weapon and ammo were in the trunk, the candy was on her seat in the car.

He hoped she liked it.

As for telling her about his little phone call, she didn't need to know quite yet he was talking to someone on the outside. When it became necessary, she would know.

Right now, Hank wanted an ace in the hole that not even Tanya could give away even if she wanted to. He liked her, he wanted her, and he trusted her a lot...but Jill mattered even more than her feelings.

She would either understand if she found out, or she would not...but he was going to rescue Jill and kill those who took her.

That wasn't up for debate.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon Smythe, aka Alex Thurman:

Brandon entered the "Pleasure Dome", one of the matchbooks he'd been given. He paid the doorman the five dollar cover charge and found a seat in a booth along the back wall of the club in the shadows, kinda like a country boy trying to keep out of sight.

One of the topless waitresses came over and took his order making sure that he had a good long look at her enhanced breasts as she leaned over to put a cocktail napkin on the table in front of him.

He gaped like a rube would and stared as they swung and then shimmied when she shook her shoulders a bit for him. He licked his lips to add to the image looked up at her then quickly down as if embarrassed.

She walked away chuckling to herself and Brandon settled in to watch the show until he was approached, as he knew he would be, about wanting some company.

The waitress strutted over making sure that her breasts bounced more needed and he paid for his first of the two required drinks with a ten dollar bill and told her to keep the change to add a bit more to his rube persona.

The girls dancing finished and the next several came onto the stages as those just finished began to mingle with the customers just wearing a sheer robe of the their thongs, the only things other than their spike heels of course.

A short very well, and apparently naturally endowed, dancer came to where he sat. She sat down and slid around to face him letting the robe fall open, "Hi big guy. Looking for a lap dance? It'll only cost ya $20.00."
Then her voice lowered, "Or $50.00 if ya wanna touch me since you're sitting back here where it can't be seen."

Brandon stammered, "W-well I'd li-like that ma'am."
He took out his wallet and handed her two twenties and a ten saying, "I-if you don't mind ma'am I'd s-sure like to touch you. I'd like that a lot."
Then another ten dollar bill is handed to her, "A-and if you'd touch me too..."

"Okay big guy that's fine with me. I'll bet you have a big one too don't you?"

He drops his eyes and head a bit and doesn't reply.

"I'll be right back. I have to let the bouncer know I'm giving you a lap dance and pay the house it's share so he doesn't get pissed off at me spending my time sitting here with you until the next song starts."

She's back in a few minutes and this time slides over right next to him, "What's your name big guy? Can't be calling you that if you're gonna be touching me where I think and I'll be touching you where I hope I will be."
"Ummm, Alex, Alex Thurman ma'am."

She takes the hand in his lap and moves it to hers as she says, "Good name for a good looking guy like you Alex.
"Call me Crystal, but don't worry I don't break like it if I'm squeezed a bit hard."

Her legs part letting his fingers drop between them then close trapping them there as she reaches back to his lap and unzips his jeans then slips her hand inside.

"Ohhh yeahhh, a big guy in the way that counts too, aren't you Alex. I like really big ones too. They hurt soooo gooood," she says as she gives him a squeeze then slips him out of his jeans and starts to stroke his prick.

Playing the role his fingers begin to massage her through her thong, that is until her free hand moves it aside for him. Then he begins to play with her shaved pussy and clit just as she was with him.

The song's change and Crystal says, "Gotta dance not Alex or I'll get fired, but you can keep up what you're doing, I liiiike it a lot and I won't stop either."

She rose and pushed the table back to give her room to straddle his legs and lap and began to undulate in time to the music while still stroking him and pushing her pussy to the finger flicking and rubbing her clit as she lifts his hand to one of her firm, bouncing tits, "Alex baby I have a hair trigger, if you squeeze hard that is. I like it when it's hurts a bit so why don't ya squeeze my tits and nipples as ya play with my clit at the same time."

"Ummm, ya sure Crystal. I don't wanna hurt ya none. I ain't never done nothin' like that."

"Ohhh yeah baby I'm sure and those big hands of yours can nearly cover my tit to give ‘em good squeezes ya hear. Make ole Crystal pop right here in front of you."

Brandon does as she asks and sure enough before the song's over Crystal has a nice climax for him all over his hand.

When it ends, "Mmmm baby that was great. Listen I'm on again next, but just for you I won't clean up first. When ya see me up there dancing cum on my legs you'll know it's just for you.
"Are you looking for some company later on Alex?"

"Ahhh, yeah that'd be great.
"Umm, I met a lovely girl named Sam or Sylvia or something like that in another place last time and she said if I wanted a really good time to ask for Carlos to direct me to where I can meet a sweet and innocent lady to enjoy."

"Oh, Carlos huh? Well you wait right her Alex and I'll pass the word and thanks honey, that was a great cum you gave me. Remember to watch for me dancing with it on my legs jussst for you."
She pulled the thong back in place, after dipping her finger and letting him watch her suck it clean. With a wink and smile she pulls the table back in place, closes her robe and head off back stage.

The waitress comes back as "Alex" is putting himself back in his jeans and whistles quietly and appreciatively, "No need to put that big beauty away if you wanna leave it out. Here's your second required drink Big Un."
"Now I know where the whopper really is," she says giggling.

"Ahhh, ummm, I don't think so ma'am, but thanks," he says handing her another ten dollar bill and telling her to keep the change again.

"Tooo baaaad," she says before moving to another table after giving him a wink and smile.

Brandon, aka Alex sits nursing his second drink, after dumping the first down behind the booth, and waits as he watches Crystal dance. A lot of the time facing right at him and making a point of doing splits and otherwise showing off her wet thighs to him.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Tanya

Tanya finished her outfit (OOC: See above for details) and slid into the driver's seat of the car. When Hank took his seat in the passenger's side, she started the car but didn't drive away immediatly. Something about him was bothering her and it wasn't the handsome picture he presented in his new suit or the fact that, to carry this off he was going to have to play with the ladies.

Turning in her seat, she looked at him hard. "Okay, Meyers," She said in a tone that was no nonsense and left him only with the impression that, the dress might be feminine but this was still the Man Hunter underneath. "Before we go to this club, I want you to talk to me. Ever since we have been partners in this you have been on edge and something tells me that you aren't being up front with me. I have to tell you, I don't like that. I know you talked to the suspect that we 'interviewed' before we left and, since then, you have had a stick up your ass. I want to know what's up."

"I got confirmation that he's being held without bond. A police contact made sure he wouldn't get out and spill who we are or what we are doing. It's someone that I trust deeply. If that's your problem than you can just put it out of your mind. If there's something else than you better come clean now. I don't want any surprises on my watch. Period!"

 

[poohlive]

Taylor almost groaned at all of these distractions. If it weren't one thing, it was another.
He got up, puting a robe around him, and walking over to the shower. The water was rushing out, high speed, the nozzle head down next to the drain.
Most of the water stayed in the shower, but as he pushed open the door, a small wave of it crashed around his ankles.
He cursed, closing the shower door. There was an intercom next to the door, he went over to it, calling a few of the guys.
One was a security guard, who did most of the janitor work around here, and another was Pedro, someone who made sure to know just about everything going on in their operation.
"Yeah, could you shut the water off? Looks like something broke inside of it."
Some shuffling on the other side of the line, and then a cough and sputter, "There we go."
The sound of water splashing from the shower grew weaker and weaker until it became nothing more than a drip.
"I think it's just the nozzle head," Taylor said.
"Sure thing, just a simple mainenance. Don't worry Taylor, you can take anothe room, if you want."
Taylor gave a concerned look over to Jill in the corner, "It'll just be a minute."
He smiled at her, as a couple of men entered. One of them went right for the shower, as the other gave a look at Jill, before turning to Taylor.
"We think there might be a problem," There was concern in his voice. Taylor hadn't heard concern in Pedro's voice since he'd informed Taylor that someone had downloaded files from his computer.
"It's one of our pushers, Sal. He's in jail."
Taylor gave a confused look, "What's he doing in jail?"
"Apparently, someone tipped the police off that he was in a hotel room. They are holding him without bail."
Taylor furrowed his brow, "On what charge, what did he do this time?"
"That's just it. No official charge, the whole thing sounds bullshit to me."
Taylor didn't understand. Hank had his problems, he hit on the girls more than usual, and he did love his drugs, but still, tied up to a hotel room? An anonymous phone call, no bail, and no charge?
"So, how do we get him out of there?" Taylor had thought of just throwing enough money at it, and thing's would be all right, but with the people he was involved with, other measures could be just as easy.
"If it were a simple matter of him getting picked up for some stupid shit, I'd just have one of the police we have in our pocket make it look like he committed suicide in jail, but I want to ask him a few questions, see just what this is all about. It doesn't make much sense."
Taylor shrugged his shoulders. Pedro knew what he was doing. The whole thing didn't sound normal, exactly, but it didn't send up any red flags in his mind per say. He was happy with Sal spending a night in jail. Pedro had an instinct on this one, though, and Taylor didn't question that.
"Sure, what do you suggest?"
"We have a few F.B.I. agents we're going to use. They'll make up a couple of warrants for Sal, and have him transported out of there. It's jurisdiction, no police can touch the order. We'll have him back here within the hour."
Sounded good. He liked it when things went smooth, and more importantly, when they happened quickly.
Speaking of which...
"There, all fixed," The man, a little wet for his efforts, gave a smile as he stepped out of the shower.
"The nozzle just fell off. I tightened it up, not a problem. I'll turn the water back on, leave you to what you were doing."
Taylor nodded.
Pedro gave him a nod too.
Taylor looked around for Jill, knowing this little interlude hadn't ruined his mood....

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

Opportunity had opened up. Her heart thundering, she was dressing even as the men were speaking to each other. They were so busy with this problem that had come up that Jill was able to squeeze around the door without anyone noticing her.

Her luck held as she ducked behind some boxes of delivery items. She didn't even want to think of what was in there. Poking her head out from around them, she saw a line up of girls with a man looking over them, getting them ready to go outside. A delivery perhaps? Maybe they were getting ready to go to a party that some prick had ordered them for. Jill didn't care. They were going outside...out of this hellhole. And, thanks to Taylor, she sure as hell looked the part.

Waiting til the last minute, she slid into the back of the line as the girls were shuffled out the door. Her heart was thudding in her ears. Any minute now someone was going to catch her, any minute someone was going to know she didn't belong in this line. But, when dealing with goods, it seemed that one item looked just like another and Jill was now just an 'item'. She was pushed out the door and toward a delivery van with the words 'Carlos' Flower Boutique' on it.

Looking both right and left, she got ready to break for it, to run, but just then, her arm was grabbed by a big beefy man and her heart almost stopped. She had been caught! But then she was shoved into the van with the rest of the girls and the door closed tight.

Not knowing what else to do, Jill sat down with the others in the dark van, her arms around her knees as the truck started and screetched out from in front of the building. She was trapped again. And if Taylor put two and two together, she would be back in that hellhole asap. She had to figure a way out of this thing. And fast.

 

[Evil Attorney]

Hank looked at Tanya and pulled out a smoke.

He lit it and inhaled deeply, then held it and exhaled slowly.

“What’s wrong? About two hours ago, I threatened a man to get information. I told him I’d kill his family if he didn’t tell me what I wanted to know.

I told him I’d kill his family, his kids and then, when he is begging to die, him.

He talked. He looked into my eyes, he saw I wasn’t lying and then he told me the real way to get to carlos…

What’s bothering me?”

He looked at Tanya.

“What’s bothering me is not that I got the info, it’s the fact that he was so afraid of me. I wasn’t lying…that’s what he saw.

He saw what I was all those years ago.

I don’t like were this shit is going. I don’t like what is happening to me, I don’t like the fact that my sister is involved, I don’t like thinking about the other women involved, and…

And G0D dam it, I don’t like thinking that you might get hurt in this mess because I was too much of a candy ass to prevent it because I slacked off like a pussy…”

He looked away, and shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s your job, and you do this for a living, but I like you and I…

I don’t want to loose you too in this mess, because I think I’m loosing part of myself as it all goes along.”

Hank tossed the smoke out the window and looked at his hands. They were shaking with nervous energy as he spoke about his feelings.

“I think I have to hit a club tonight. I’m going to spend some money, then when approached, mention carlos told me that things could get exciting.

I’m hoping I can see Jill outright.

If I do, then I’m getting her out. If not, I’m going to rent a girl for the night and have her delivered to a hotel room to play with.

If she comes alone, great. If she comes with a minder to make sure she goes back, so much the better…”

Hank’s voice was flat and cold as he said that last part.

“When I go to a club tonight we should decide were and if we are going together as a couple looking for a good time to…share with someone…, or I should go alone.

I think I can play it either way. What’s your plan?”

Hank waited for her to respond with his head swimming. Fucking cigarettes…

Well, he said his piece. He hoped she wasn’t offended or put off by his telling her that he liked her.

They had been working tighter rather closely for the past 3 days, getting arrested, shooting, interrogating an asshole.

That kind of stuff accelerates feelings. She was his kind of woman, tough, smart, caring, but was he someone she would even be remotely interested in?

He hoped so…

Overriding all of this was his concern for Jill. She came first. If that meant Tanya was sacrificed on that alter…He didn’t want to think of it…

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Tanya

Tanya listened without judgement at first. She didn't like the fact that he had done what he had done. She thought that he should have let her handle it her way. But, then again, partners didn't have a leader...they had each other. Was that what this was becoming? Was this how she was thinking of him? The implications were staggering and she had to take a deep breath and gather her wits before she said anthing.

"Hank," She said, he tone now controlled but with a bit of uneasiness in it,"I can't say that I like what you did, because I don't. I can't say that giving up being in complete control is easy for me because it isn't. I believe I told you I was a control freak earlier on."

"I don't like that you threatened to kill. I am totally and absolutely against killing unless it is a last ditch effort. That I will not back down on. Ever. When you kill you make yourself into an animal. You make yourself into one of them. And if I ever became that way than I would have to quit my job because I would have no right to bring them in if I was no better than they are."

"I have to be better than the scum I hunt or else I lose myself and I kind of like who I am. Well, mostly. I guess there are always points in our lives that we can all improve on. But I know my weaknesses and my limits and I am not on an ego trip so I can accept them and work with them. That is what makes me able to look myself in the mirror day after day."

Turning in her seat, she placed a hand on Hank's arm. "And I see this affecting you like this and I hate it. And I hate myself for even letting you come into this. I understand what you are going through. I know how it is to have all hope ripped away where a loved one is concerned and I know that your past makes it doubly hard. But you have to know that you dont have to go back to being like you were in order to get her back. And think how Jill will feel if we find her alive and she sees that her borther has turned into someone she doesn't know but doesnt want to know. She called out to you for help and she believes in you...just like I believe in you...and you can't let her down by becoming what you were before."

"You need strength now, not anger or vengence or anything else. After this I want you to be able to look at yourself in a mirror and be happy with who you are. And..."

Her grip tightened almost unconsciously. "And Hank, I like you too....and it scares me because I have never, never fallen for a guy before. I never let myself do it. It's too painful when you lose someone and I swore I would never let myself get into that position again. I have no family and no one who gives a damn about whether I live or die and I like it fine that way. Or I did...until now. Now I am as confused as hell about what I want now....except that I don't want you as a hard ass, ready to kill asshole. If that's what I wanted I could have my pick of the litter."

Sitting back, she let her hand drop from him and laid her head on the headrest. "I don't want to lose you either, Hank Meyers. And I am afraid that if I let you continue this manhunt with me I will be losing you in a way that would make death seem a blessing. And I hope you can understand what I am saying to you because I have no experience in making it any plainer than that."

Putting the car into gear, she backed out and headed for the "Pleasure Dome", their first stop on the list of clubs. "To answer your question I think we should go in separately. Don't worry, I will keep track of you and follow you if and when you leave the club but I think I prefer them not to know about both of us. I'll go first. Wait a little while and follow me. Be sure to flash some cash to get people's notice but don't do it like you are trying to get their attention. Remember, you are a big spender out for a good time."

Pulling up onto a side street a little ways from the club, she gathered her purse and looked over at him. "Ready? I'll walk up there and you take the car and hand it to the valet. It will look better if you come in a vehicle. It will reassure them that you are what you are pretending to be."

 

[poohlive]

It was a round robin gang bang, one of those ones that lasted hours and hours, reserved for some of the newcomers, both men and women. Amazing how it worked, just get a bunch of horny people into the room, turn on the camera, and wait about 3 hours.
Everyone gets all fucked out around then.
Taylor opened the door, watching as a woman took it from behind and in front, as several others watched in horny lust.
"You guys didn't see Jill running through here, did you?"
One of them, fucking the red head in the ass, shook his head, not missing a beat in his rhythm. Taylor furrowed his brow, feeling worried now.
Where had she gone?
A few of the empty rooms, awaiting new recruits, were always unlocked, and Taylor had checked those first. Nothing he could see, then he wandered around the halls, trying to find her cuddled in a corner or something.
He started checking rooms at random, and now he was beginning to really worry about his love. Just where had she gone?
All of the doors remained locked, no forced entry, either in or out. Still...
Sighing, giving up his own search, Taylor clicked on the intercom from one of the rooms.
"Yeah, what's on your mind?"
"Can you roll back some of the surveillance, I lost one of the girls..."
"We sent a transport out a few minutes ago, for the clubs..."
Taylor cocked his head, a disturbing thought entered his mind, but he dismissed it before the seed could form into anything more than that.
"No... this was Jill. Just check the tapes, tell me where she is."
There was a pause, "Ok, I'll look through."
Taylor leaned against the far wall, sighing once more. He felt a massive case of blue balls forming, getting so close to making Jill his own, and then something getting in the way. After all these months, he'd finally just taken her by force.
All of this was for the files, yes, but still, he wanted nothing more than her. Fuck the files, he just wanted Jill. He would gladly go to the police once he had her in his arms, under him, screaming out his name.
He'd name names, give over his own files, not even the stupid shit on his computer, the real stuff, the underground shit... the true reason for all this cloak and dagger prostitution sex slave case.
Taylor waited for the security guard to call back...

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Jill

Not realizing that the van was taking her right to the help she so desperately sought, Jill was in the back, being jostled against all of the other girls wondering how to get out of this before she got to a place she really didn't want to be.

Finally, desperation took hold. She didn't know how long it would be before the got to where they were going. She didn't know how long it would be before Taylor realized that she was gone and how she got out and she was determined to get out somewhere before she was taken back to him.

Walking over and between the other girls, she began banging on the back of the van near the slot that had been cut into it so the men could keep an eye on what the girls were doing. It took some time before there was a muffled curse and the passenger opened up the connecting window.

"Stop the car! I'm gonna get sick!" She said in a strangled voice and was surprised to find that she was not lying as much as she thought she would have to.

"So! Get sick! You'll just have to clean it up," The man said rudely.

The man in the driver's seat, hit his partner and begin to pull of the road. "No way, Man! These girls are supposed to arrive at the club in good condition. She ralphs all over 'em and the boss is gonna be pissed."

When they had stopped, the passenger got out cursing and went to open the door, dragging Jill out of it an onto the side of the road by a grassy incline. Jill made noises like she was trying to retch and kept an eye on the man over her. She waited until his attention was taken by trying to see if anyone was coming down the, very deserted road. The moment it waivered from her, she took her chances. Using a move that Brandon had taught her for her own protection, she brought her elbow back with all her strength into the man's stomach and then, when he bent over in reaction, she brought it up to connect with his chin.

She could see the other man getting out of the van from the corner of her eye and, headless of what lay waiting for her, she threw herself down the incline and into a fast roll to the bottom. On the way down she could feel broken glass bottles, rocks and sticks as well as other things that she didn't want to think about catching and scraping at her. She could faintly hear the crashing of the driver as he tried to come down the incline at a slower, more controlled pace.

Once Jill hit the bottom, she scrambled to her feet and took off, wincing at the fact that she had no shoes on but not letting it slow her down. She was on the run now. Free of Taylor and on her own. The only problem was...she didn't know where she was and she couldn't slow down to get her bearings. All the time she heard the crashing and stomping of the man behind her and all she could do is pick a direction and run!

 

[Evil Attorney]

As Tanya exited the car to walk to the club, Hank put his doubts about life and love out of his mind.

He had a job to do.

Candy ass or no, he had a job to do.

He opened the glove box and put the Sig Saur P220, the holster and 4 extra magazines plus his sap and OC in it and locked it.

He took a small piece of scotch tape and put it on the handle of the glove box's latch. If anyone opened it or tried to, it would be moved, or missing.

He then switched the Smith and Wesson 642, a small, hammerless revolver in .38 special from his left pocket were it was a backup gun to the small of his back in a soft leather holster.

It was loaded with the vintage 1994 era black tallon rounds.

A .38 special wasn't a very large gun, but Hank wasn't planning on fighting a war, but a big spender, someone who wasn't exactly all on the line, someone who might want to buy a girl and...not return her... would not go to a place like this without a piece.

The surefire he kept right next to his wallet in his left rear pocket.

The knife...the knife he opened with but a flick of his hand and watched the steel shimmer in motion before he closed it just as smoothly. Right pocket.

Everything disapeared nicely and was easily accessable.

He exited the car and did the same thing with tape to the trunk's handle.

Just a piece, a small one, barely noticeable, except to the person who placed it their.



He drove up to the club and handed the vallet the ignition key only, keeping the rest, and a $50 bill with a faint smile and look of anticipation. He asked who was hot tonight and the kid said "Amanda, check her out. Chrome off a bumper...ya dig?"

Hank smiled and entered. The doorman asked for his money and Hank paid him with barely a look.

The place was dark, with the lights and the shitty music of a titty bar. He found himself a table and put two $50's on it.

A waitress was over to him almost instantly. She did the tit-giggle thing and waved her overly large, surgicaly enhanced breasts in his face.

Hank grinned. It wasn't exactly a pleasant sight.

He picked up one of the bills, and folded it, then rubbed one of the woman's nipples with it, and ordered a glenlivet 18, no ice.

He then handed one bill to the waitress telling her it was for the drinks. He tucked the other one into her G-string and told her that was for her.

He watched the floor show for a little while, giving the girls on stage nothing if he wasn't impressed, $20's if he was moderately attracted to them and $50's if he liked what he saw.

Tanya walked in a little while later, and he gave her a hungry look, then changed the expression to one of diaspointment when he saw she wasn't dancing, but another patron.

One of the girls came up to him and thanked him for the money, and asked if he would like a dance.

Hank accepted and they moved off to a private room.

The girl's name was Lex.

Lex licked her lips nervously as she went off with this man. He was spending a lot of money and a bouncer sent her over because of it.

When the bouncers gave her an order, she jumped.

If she didn't...Last time she got bent over a desk and a lit ciggar was pressed onto her ass.

The burning pain was still with her as she sucked her tourturer off...

She wasn't about to disapoint them again because it would only grow worse.

She was short, only 5'4", with perky tits and a tight ass. She was use to men pawing at her, giving her lusty looks and getting them off.

She was also very frightened of everyone and had a hell of a time putting on a happy face.

As she sat on the hanks lap and ground her ass into his dick, Hank put his hands on her tits and started massing her nipples.

Lex didn't like the man's hands on her, but she ground herself into his dick even harder and threw her head back trying not to cry. hte bouncers usualy didn't let this kind of thing happen, only when important people came in did they send girls over on the house...and when that happened the dancers usualy came away bruised and battered.

Sometimes not at all.

When the song ended, Lex left.

Hank thought for a moment. This girl was on the verge of freaking out. When she was dancing, she was about to hyperventlate and run...

I got my contact.


A large man came over to Hank with another scotch and asked if things were ok.

Hank said "No. I'm actualy disapointed. I thought this place was happening, and all I get to see is a bunch of cunts slinging themselves around a dark room. Not bad looking cunts, but still, no fucking excitement.

I think I'll leave. I wasn't looking to touch football. I was looking for more...contact"

As he said contact, his eyes hardened.

The bouncer nodded, and said "Were you looking for someone special?"

Hank waited a moment and said softly "Carlos"

The bouncer nodded and asked Hank to come to with him.

As they went, Hank's blood sang through his veins. The bouncer's back was turned.

A voice said in his ears "Kill him. Kill him and take the manager... we have a knife...make him talk...make him scream...make him beg..."

Hank savored the thougth but ignored it. He needed inteligence first. Then he would act and get vengance.

They went to the managers office were their was a tall, swarthy man with an open collar, gold chains and rumpled pants sitting behind a big desk.

The bouncer whispered something to the man, and he told the girl who was getting her panties on to leave.

The manager looked at Hank, smiled and said "So, you were looking for contact sports...thats expensive..."

Hank sat fluidly and looked the man in the eye and said, "Lets cut the bullshit. I can pay. I want a cunt to stretch tonight. How I do that is my buisness. I was told you guys supplied willing and not so willing women.

That little bitch you sent to me tonight seems fine. She will look better with my dick up her ass. "

The manager said "Lex...Lex...little undiciplined...you sure you want her? We got better fucks around, she would just cry a lot."

Hank said nothing. Instead he was thinking about how he was going to come back here and kill everyone and burn this place to the ground.

He smiled at the thought. Thinking he was smiling at the thought of Lex crying, he said "Ok, you want her for tonight? I'll send Vinny with the broad to your address. He will just make sure she is returned when your done with her."

Hank asked with a hard look "And...If I don't want to return her, can we discuss that?"

The manager thought for a moment...Lex was a pain in the ass, but we don't know this guy yet.

Lets get some film of him fucking her before he kills her so we can blackmail him if need be.

The manager said "If one of our girls decides to quit and have a relationship with you...thats fine...but in the mean time, we like to take care of them here."

Hank nodded and wrote down the address of the hotel room he was staying at. A plush place they had checked into last night under a name Tanya had given the clerk along with a few of Hank's $100 bills.

"Have the cunt their in an hour. I want concious and knowing whats going on. Its more fun like that"

Hank then put $2500 on the table and then another $2500.

He said, "The first is for the cunt. The other is for repairs she is going to need."

With that he walked out.

He retrieved his car and searched for the tape under the glove box's handle. It was intact and right were he left it.

After he was a block away from the club, he text messaged Tanya.

It read "I wanna eat you and make you scream. Come home, my love. We are having a 3sum"

She would know that it was time to return to the hotel room.

Anyone reading it would assume a lover was asking her to return for a round of pussy licking and a gangbang.

Pleasant thought...especial with Tanya's dress. Oh he would love to plant his face in her pussy and suck and kiss and lick till she begged for his cock...then deny it to her and start licking again...
Show her who is in charge...and that answer was going to be HIM!!!

Their is fucking, making love, then making her beg like a junkie for dick...he wanted choice #3.

Ok, he wanted it all, but he really wanted #3. That would be hot...




Now he needed to work out wether they were going just talk to the girl and return her, talk to her and let her go, or if she came with someone who stayed, what to do with him.

Hank wanted to keep them both and disapear them. The girl could go on a bus to Atlanta or somewere. The minder who came with her would go to elsewere.

Either way, soon he would have inteligence to call Lizard with to plan how he would come into the picture. For right now, he was just on the fringes.

If he would come into play, that was to be decided in the future.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Tanya

The place was...absolutely degrading and demeaning to all women. It was scummy and trash. And it took all of Tanya's willpower not to throw up, rush in and crack some heads and let all the women who were being held hostage by these pricks out. But that wasn't how she handled things. And she sure as hell wasn't going ot blow their cover when they wree so close.

Sitting down and ordering a scotch from a less than enthusiastic waitress, she kept an eye on Hank while still looking around the club. Her eyes fell on one man in a booth who struck her as odd but she couldn't put her finger on why or how. He was acting normally, flirting with the waitresses and seemed to be interested in all the things that the other men in this bar were interested in. T and A.

Her attention was pulled off of the man when her cell phone beeped. She had seen Hank walk out of the club just a few moments before and she was waiting a few moments before she followed him. Looking at the message, a slow smile spread across her face. He had made contact.

Getting up, she walked out of the club, sensing the eyes that were on her and called for a cab. Hank would have taken the car and not waited for her because he didn't want their cover blown. When the cab stopped at the motel, she slowly walked up the stairs stopping just a few feet from the door of their room. Outside was a big bruiser of a man. Bald head and beefy chest as well as arrogant attitude and snide smile. Oh, she was going to love taking this one down.

Taking out one of her cigarettes, she made as if to walk past him, stopped and smiled up at him, indicating her, as yet, unlit smoke. The man scowled and produced a lighter for her and she caught him looking at her cleavage as he did so. Smiling up at him in gratuity, she said in a low voice. "So, you staying in one of the rooms?"

A man like this would get a message. One that said Tanya was a hooker looking for a score. Sure enough, his face set in a scowl and he barked out. "Go try someone else, whore." He dealt with flesh peddling an a daily basis. Tanya wasn't surprised that he wasn't interested in it as a hobby.

Putting a pretty pout on her face, she gave him a dark look. "You know, one of the things I just hate about most men is that they just don't see into the inside of a girl."

Putting the cigarette in her mouth and pulling on it until it glowed, she exhaled and added,"And I just don't think that's fair."

Moving quickly, she flashed the cigarette in his eyes close enough to spread the hot ashes into them and blind him but not close enough for him to lose an eye. When he cried out and covered his eyes, she hit him hard in the groin making him bend over as pain flashed through his lower parts. When his head was down, she took it in her hands before he could recover and whispered in his ear. "You should have looked deeper than the surface, Scum. You would have been sure to see that I am no hooker. I'm the Man Hunter!" And she slammed his head, hard, against the door, once, twice and then three times. On the third time the door popped open to reveal Hank and a scared looking little thing she had seen in the club. The big guy dropped to the floor and Tanya walked over him, taking out another cigarette and lighting it on her own.

Looking down at the girl, she said,"Okay, what have we got? Oh, and help me get the incredible Bulk inside, will you? We are going to catch hell as it is with the dents I just made in the door."

 

[Evil Attorney]

Hank shrugged, put the suppressed rugger into his wasitband, and grabbed the man's feet, dragging him into the room.

When he woke up, Hank wanted to deal with him, and this time, he wasn't going to sit on the side lines.

"Hi, Tanya. When I heard the fight I got worried and thought you would need fire support."

He tapped the suppressed weapon.

"The door I I can afford...its irrelavant...Meet Lex...I think you had better calm her down and talk to her alone.

I think she is still very afraid of me.

Their is a bottle of Glenfiditch in the ice bucket. I'm going to go take the trash out somewere and, um...talk."

Hank was looking forward to that.

"Don't worry. I'll bring him back alive."

With that, he handed Tanya his balissong.

He would do that. Alive, that was...other than that, well...thats why hank was going to use his sap, not his knife.

Bringing the man out of his daze with a poke under the jaw using his thumb the man woke up in pain.

He looked at Hank and said "What the fuck?"

Hank smiled nicely and said "HI. I'm Hank Meyers. You fuckers have my sister Jill."

His smile vanished.

"I have been so looking forward to having a conversation with you..."

With that he grabbed the man's right hand twisting it to bring him to his feet. The man rose with a bellow of pain.

He used a technique common in Judo and jujitsu.

The Judo version would cause pain but no injury. Jujistu, that would break a finger or two if done text book.

Never one to like half measures, Hank shattered the wrist and fingers of his hand, then doing the same to his left hand.

He didn't want any resistance or a fight. If his fingers were broken, that ruled out any fists or weapons.

The fact that it hurt was a bonus.

Hank shoved his suppressed pistol in the man's ear and said "Ok, lets go and take a trip in your car. You have lots to tell me...talk and play nice, and you will live. If you don't...oh a man can hope..."

He wouldn't kill him. Doing that was a sure way to loose Tanya but he didn't have time to play nice like she did last time.

Hank and Vinny walked out to Vinny's van with the pistol hidden in between Hank and Vinny.

It looked like a friend helping a hurt friend home as they walked.

Hank opened the cargo door, and cracked vinny's collar bone with his sap, then shoved him in.

Vinny was in a daze of pain now as he lay on the floor of his shagin waggon.

"Move before I say and I'll make this seem like a blowjob."

With that, Hank got into the driver's seat, checked his mirrors and drove away safely.

He composed a text message to Tanya before he drove off, then sent it.

"Stay sharp. I'll be back with intel and the shithead. He will be worse for wear-alive. Don't let Girl leave. Send her out of state 1-way. Greyhound w/ $$ ... Check car trunk. Shotgun. Hope you like my tastes"

The man groaned as Hank drove and said "Look, I'll talk...I'll talk. What do ya wanna know???"

Hank said "Everything. You are going to tell me everything you know"


(BEL, What does he know???)

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Tanya

OOC: He would know the places he takes the girls. That would be the most important info. But I don't want to get there before Brandon. Lets see if we can't converge on it together. That should be interesting. *grins* What do you say PP?

IC: Tanya quelled the unease that rested in her stomach as Hank took the man out of the motel room. One, she owed him this much. And, two, the girl would probably be more willing to talk if the Hulk was nowhere around.

Locking the door, Tanya started changing into her regular outfit, feeling more comfortable in it for doing her job. She didn't leave the room, figured hers was not the first female figure that Lex had ever seen before.

When she was done, she grabbed the liquor and poured a healthy measure of it and thrust it into Lex's hands. Sitting down across from her, Tanya let the woman drink a good portion of it to calm the shakes before she began her questions.

"Look," She said, sitting forward, elbows on knees, looking at the young girl,"I'm not good with words. I don't have a habit of becoming close to people and I am not the 'motherly' type. If you want comfort, I'll send you anyplace you want to get it. As long as you promise you will get the hell out of this situation and not let yourself be pulled into it again."

A beeping noise stopped her and she pulled out her cell phone. With a smile she read Hank's message and nodded. If it were possible, she would think he had read her mind.

Putting her cell away, she turned back to the girl. "That was my partner. He is in agreement with me and is willing to front you the money to start a new life. As long as you are going to get yourself out of this crap and try to make it normal. And, whereever you go, I have contacts that can report on you. If you agree you had better be telling me the truth because you don't want to deal with me when I'm angry."

Okay, so she wasn't the sob story type. She had her own in her past and, though she had sympathy with the girl, she figured that Lex had pretty much been under a controling hand for long enough that she would panic if she wasn't made to understand that she was still under one, albeit one that was a helping one as well.

It seemed to be working. The girl seemed to calm and sit back a bit more relaxed on the bed. She nodded her head to everything Tanya said and then whispered. "What do you want?"

Tanya, satisfied that they were on the same level, sat back and watched her. "Names." Was all she said and the girl seemed to panic a bit at the thought of stating out in the open who was getting dirty. "And I want to know procedure." She added with a raised eyebrow and questioning look.

"I...I can give you what I know," Lex whispered and then added,"Can...can you really get me out of here and...and back home?" Tanya nodded. "Yeah, I can but I want my information first."

The girl seemed to fidget a bit, looked up at Tanya to see if she were real and sincere, seemed to make up her mind and the damn broke. Lex didn't know alot but she knew enough to fill in some of the puzzle. How the operation worked on the club's end. The treatment of the girls and the punishments, which made Tanya's blood boil and mentally put down the club as a good spot to send an anonymous tip to when this was over with. And she knew names. Not alot but enough to create a chain of order up to Taylor. And she connected the dots to a well known crime family. When this was done, Tanya would have enough to bring down some pretty heavy big time crime.

After the girl was done, Tanya called a contact and soon a woman came to the room with some clothes for Lex and, after a shower, the young girl showed that she cleaned up real nice. With plenty of cash and traveler's checks in her new purse, Tanya's contact took the young woman to the airport. Tanya wasn't trusting anything as slow moving as a bus for this. If the cops wanted to blast her for letting a witness get away, they could go fuck themselves. She had seen what that girl had been through and she was hell bent on not letting the law put her through anything worse.

Once the room was cleared, Tanya took out her phone and texted Hank.

Everything done on my end, Partner. Get your ass back here asap. We have info to exchange and someone to track down. I still want Smythe and more answers.

With a smile of anticipation, Tanya laid put up the phone and picked up the weapon that Hank had left her in the trunk of her car. Running a loving hand over it, she nodded. Soon they would have their answers and the prick behind this whole thing. No matter who that turned out to be.

 

[Evil Attorney]

Lizard was sitting in his office in White Plains, NY.

Falcon Eye Investigations was a quiet but stalwart company, providing investigations services and security to the rich and people who were most definatley not famous.

He started it with seed money from his days of plundering and killing.

Those things rarely happened now. Not because of any moral qualms, but because it just wasn't profitable compared to the risks.

He still kept his hand in, and at 65 years old he was the equal of many men 20 years younger, but he was more of an administrator and shadow master, manipulating things behind the sceen instead of making things happen.


And then the call came...

He owed Hank. The debt was his to call in as the last member of Rogger's crew. He stared at the office wall and looked at the framed patch with the 2 swords on it, dripping blood.

The bloody sabers saved him on a little extra-ciricular activities in Vietnam when he was running some gold out of the country. They didn't have to help him, or keep quiet, but Rogger did.

That kept him out of being sent to prison, and for that, he owed Rog.

He thought about what Hank dumped in his lap...

Tanya King...AKA Manhunter...

Someone almost as good as he was, but with a nagging morality that made him a little warry of her.

Someone with her aversion to killing in this field...he didn't like it. He smelled cop, or pussy.

Not that he was sexist, he loved women, in fact some of his best opps were women recruited out of the IDF, but they could pull the trigger.

Tanya could be an undercover cop, something long term, but he hadn't turned up anything...

She was someone to watch if he opperated with her. Someone who can't pull the trigger was dangerous to her team.

Hank just called him after interrogating the skell. This was a fucked up situation.

He and Hank agreed that it was approaching time to end this, but Hank was getting leery of stabbing Tanya in the back.

Fucking pussy. Yeah, she was hot, and she was also on sceen running things, but shit...she just didn't pull the trigger when needed...

He didn't want to screw over Hank though. He would be resentful if I screwed up his chances with getting his cock up Tanya's ass...He had photos of the ass in question taken several years ago when their paths had almost crossed.

Tight. Firm. No shake....

Lizard moved some local men into town so as to be on sceen to move when it was right for them to do it.

He then set his hackers and info hunters to searching for leads. He wanted to be able to tell Tanya that he came about this situation from another end and "offer" her his services...and have answers in hand when she asked.

He would have the info on hand by 8:00 AM, by which time he wanted to be on sceen himself.

It was time to have some fun.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon, aka Alex Thurman:

Brandon could hardly believe his eyes when he saw Hank stroll though the door and sit at a table in front of and off to one side of where Brandon sat in the shadows.

He watched the byplay, but didn't approach Hank. He didn't know if Jill's folks had reached him yet and didn't want to start a fight here. No matter who won, Jill would lose. They were to evenly matched and would hurt each other badly enough to ensure that if it came to a fight.

He was even more surprised to see that woman come in shortly after Hank and take a seat. Unfortunately for Brandon where she'd be more likely to see him. He just hoped that his disguise would hold up.

Hank got up and left. Brandon was tempted to follow him, but with the woman there figured she'd realize what he was doing to that wouldn't work. He'd be trapped between them that way.

However, when she got up and left Brandon dropped a ten dollar bill on the table and slowly strolled outside in time to see her get into a Checker cab and noted the number on the trunk was 4-004.

Stepping back inside he asked the bouncer to call him a Checker cab and handed him a five before going back onto the sidewalk.

Within five minutes he was in the backseat of the hack and told the driver to just drive.

As it pulled away from the curb Brandon read the name on the license and said, "Suliman, how'd you like to make fifty bucks for what's probably a ten or fifteen dollar fare?"

The driver asked what he had to do for it.

"I want you to get ahold of the driver of cab 4-004 and find out where he just dropped off the woman he picked up here and take me there.
"She's my old lady and I think she's fucking someone else and I wanna catch them together, but can't use my car. She'd know it in a second if she spotted it."

"Oh, okay man," he says and pockets the fifty when Brandon slides in through the slot to him."I can understand that. I'd be pissed and hell to if it was my old lady."

The driver picks up the microphone and contacts the other driver and learns the name of the motel.

"It's ten minutes away man. Be there in no time.
"If you catch ‘em together kick the shit out of the guy and then use your belt on her to teach her a lesson."

Brandon just grunts in reply and ten minutes later he's out of the cab and strolling along peering into room where there's any opening in the drapes at all. His PPK is in his hand along side the leg next to the wall.

A woman comes out of a room ahead of him, then a young woman... followed by ‘her'. They chat for a few moments as he walks away with an obvious limp and hunched shoulders, head down as if staring at the floor to add to his disguise.

When he hears the door close behind him Brandon bends as if picking something up off the floor and turning says to himself as the woman and girl pass, "I wonder how did I dropped that."

Once they were out of sight he stands to the side of the door out of range of the peep hole and window and knocks quietly.

As he hoped she thought it was the woman and girl back again and opened the door saying, "What did you for..." then stopping as she saw the PPK pointed at her belly as he held it along side his body out of her reach.

"No noise. Not a sound. Hands were I can see ‘em and back up slowly on your heels.
"When the door's shut lace your fingers and put ‘em on the back of your neck.
"I really don't want to hurt you so don't force the issue.
"Please don't."

 

[Evil Attorney]

(Reacted out of turn. Removed To let BEL respond)

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Brandon:

Now that there's nothing to respond to... ditto. *S