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Subject: {ASSM} Sam Ped in "THE JOB" pt2 (noir,evil plot)
Date: Fri, 11 May 2001 14:10:02 -0400
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This is a work of fiction.  The author does not condone any of the actions
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   SAM PED in "THE JOB" pt2

   I was driving some look alike car and blending in smoothly.  Baseball
cap and fake glasses.  These import cars came in one flavor and I could
have been right behind Sykes and he would of never noticed.  For a guy who
lost his bosses niece, he sure seemed cool and I got the impression he
didn't care if she were found at all.

   The mid day traffic was moderate and Sykes made a stop that seemed wrong
for some reason.  It was the Sister Mary's Orphanage.  Could be just
business for the councleman, except Sykes parked behind and out of sight.
He looked around to see who was watching as well.

   That was stupid of him.  I wouldn't have ever thought anything of it had
his body language not tipped me off.  Sykes stayed for over an hour and I
decided to stay when he left.  I selected a card from my wallet and put it
in another one with a fake badge.  I wasn't going to impersonate a cop, but
a public joe-blow inspector seemed to fit the ticket.  If it had to do with
kids and donations, an establishment like this one would bend over
backwards to prove their ethics.

   The door said 'come in' and I thanked it.  The front office had a
directory on the wall and I had time to study it before a secretary asked
if I needed anything.  I put on my working class face and said, "I'm
Parsons here for the inspection?" I got a blank look.  The radiator looked
like it still worked.  Steam.  Twentieth century and this place had a steam
radiator.  "For the boiler?" , I said.  My I.D.  said 'Public Works'.  I
could pick anything.  Maybe someday I'll be a bikini inspector for kicks.

   I got a stare that said more the it should.  "I'm sorry Mr.  Parsons. 
That has to be cleared with my supervisor.  Your not on my list.

   I made with the irritation and produced my badge.  I flashed it for just
a second and pulled it back saying, "I should be showing this to Ms. 
Krendle.  Not you." The secretary didn't make a move.  "Hey.  I don't wanna
have to be here either.  Maybe somebody didn't get the message, but since
I'm here I'd like to do this and not have to come back.  Okay?" If she were
a deer, a car would have hit her by now.  I went for a door.  "Heck, just
tell me which office, okay?"

   The statue behind the desk became the statue in front of the door and
she wasn't playing.  "I'm sorry, but you can't go in there.  Take a seat
and I'll call someone." She said.  She made her way back to the phone only
after I sat.

   Sure.  I get it.  It's a bad world and they're just protecting the
children.  This place just hires good security secretaries.  Ms.  Krendle
showed up with two very military looking guards.  These guys didn't look
cheap.  Maybe they took a pay cut for the children.

   Ms.  Krendle looked like a lesbian schoolmarm.  Her voice was crisp and
full of authority.  "Mr.  Parsons, I've called city hall and they have no
record of you.  State who you are and your business here.

   "What?  Are you kidding?  Call my boss and let him straiten this out. 
I'm too tired to go this again." I handed her a card.  It had a phone
number and an address for a non city hall suite.  I had it made with the
card.  The phone number was for an answering machine I kept at a time share
that wasn't in use this year.  The owner didn't know I used it.  It said,
"Hi, this is bla bla bla.  I'm away from the bla bla bla." It's worked
enough time to keep it.

   Ms.  Krendle didn't say a word and I was left with the grunts as she
went to the secretaries phone and called it in.  She didn't take her eyes
off me and something in her stare told me this was a sharp cookie.  I tried
to make small talk with the grunts but they had their eardrums blown out
from some explosions.  That's what I was telling myself anyway.

   Krendle came back and seemed no better.  "I don't think your here to
inspect the boiler since it's coming out next month.  Maybe the police can
figure out why your here."

   I was Mr.  no-problem.  "Go ahead.  Maybe you can get me transferred
from Recycling.  I hate this job, you know." I was also Mr. 
think-fast-on-his-feet.  "I could be going to nice restaurants and trying
good food instead of rooting around basements for something some moron
thinks is still good.  You know, I have a bachelors in chemical engineering
but do I test lakes or soil?  Noooo!  I got to look for good pipe and
stuff! If they had any sense up there they'd put me where I'm needed
instead of...." Ms.  Krendle cut me off.

   "Enough!  Go back and get the nessesary clearance.  I don't want to have
to bother with you again." With that, she turned on her heel and
disappeared through the door.  The guards stayed until I was outside and
waited until I drove off.  I was glad to be done with it.  I knew I wasn't
going in by the secretary's manner and I was just happy to be gone without
the police spotting me.

   I was no closer and still had no idea what was going on but I had a gut
feeling that it was tied in with Sister Mary's Orphnage somehow.  Maybe
that was where the girl came from.  I was going to have to find a way in
there somehow.  And I'd better think of a slicker approach.

   Chan's was closed so I went in anyway.  The girl was still out and Chan
was watching her intently.  He pointed to a chair without looking up and I
sat.  After a while he said, "This girl very peculiar."

   "How so?" I asked.

   "She has been hypnotized.  Her chi is all wrong."

   I sat forward.  "Someone doesn't want her to say something?"

   Chan looked at me then.  "No.  Not that."

   "Then what?"

   He looked back at her sleeping body.  "Look at her legs.  They are
spread apart.  Her hands are palm upward.  When she roll on her belly, she
keep her bottom up and legs still spread." Come to think of it, she didn't
look like she had just been through a brutal gang rape except from her
face. It was odd.  "Someone has spent lot of time molding her.  I don't
think she knew."

   "You mean she could be an underground assassin in training?" And they
were lobbing her at me too.

   "I don't know.  So we ask." Chan did something with her wrist and her
eyes fluttered.  "You must talk with us, please."

   The girl took a moment to remember and then her eyes went wide and she
curled sitting up.  "Where...  where am I?" She asked.

   "It's okay.  Your safe here.  What do you remember?" I said gently.

   She thought for a bit.  "It was hot in the car.  I've never been out so
far from home before." She smiled.  "I wanted to see the city." She looked
scared but none of the body language of someone who just suffered a major
trauma.

   "Then what?" I prodded.

   "I must have fell asleep.  Are you taking me back to the school now?"

   "You don't remember anybody...  er, hurting you?"

   "No." The confused child then seemed to become aware of how her lower
body felt and looked down.  "Why?  What happened?"

   I sat thinking for a moment.  "Chan.  You said she was hypnotized?" Chan
was thinking hard.  He got up and looked menacingly down at the girl.

   "I am going to fuck you." he said coldly to the girl.

   "What the hell are you doing?!" I was ready to deck him when the girl at
once became scared and her arms and legs spread apart for him at the same
time.  I got mixed messages from the girl.  Except for the fear in her
face, she looked like she was inviting Chan to fuck her.

   Chan sat back down and said simply, "Very interesting."

   I wasn't sure what was happening.  I got the girls attention with one
word.  "Beatrice.  What are you doing?" As soon as I said it, she haltingly
got up and shuffled to me with a confused and fearful look in her eyes. 
She held her chest out and her arms back behind her, palms facing me.  Her
knees walked apart and for a moment I was impressed with the beauty of her
just blooming body.  The scared look on her face destroyed it.

   Something about her body language screamed, 'fuck me!' at me, and had I
not known better, I could have been fooled into doing just that.  She got
close and I heard her panting hard and saw her trembling as well.  Chan did
something from behind her and she fell asleep in his arms.  He laid her
back on the cot.

   Chan checked her neck and then led me out of the room.  "She sleep the
rest of night now.  Do you understand what she doing?"

   "Yeah.  I was set up.  She comes on to me and I get caught." I faced
Chan.  "That was hypnotism?"

   "It is more than that.  This kind of thing take many years to do." Chan
faced me now.  "It was more than just to set you up.  This is for life.  I
think they sell her for prostitution." My blood was getting hot.  This poor
child was trained for a life that she didn't understand and would probably
suffer much through it.

   I imagined her not knowing why she was being hurt as she made herself
vulnerable, without any control over it, to further pain and suffering. 
That was a lousy way to treat as beautiful child such as her.

   My voice was hard.  "There's more like her, right?"

   "I think so.  Yes.  Many more, I'm sure."

   I was thinking of the orphanage.  I was thinking of where I could get a
tank.

   No guards walked the outside of Sister Mary's Orphanage which meant that
they would be inside.  I picked a lock to the kitchen when it was dark and
quiet inside.  I checked for alarms around the door before opening it too
much.  Yep.  Standard magnetic contact.  I jumped it and checked for any
more, then slipped inside.

   I had seen a rough blueprint from an old file that I found at the
library but there could have been much remodeling since.  There was.  I
crept until I found a breaker box that handled the whole building.  The
oldest classrooms had the most watts and newest wiring.  There were allot
of video jacks routed to the same place.  It could just be a standard
improvement for the first part of the wiring to fail but I had no other
leads and something told me that hypnotism would require stable
electricity.

   I ducked a few people walking the halls and played cat and mouse with a
guard but I didn't think he was on to me.  The older classrooms were lit
and I ducked into a dark doorway just as a door opened beside me.  A nurse
pushed a cart with a sleeping girl under the sheet down the hall away from
my direction.  I caught the door and held it just a crack to peek in.  I
saw another young girl laying with a black helmet over her eyes and ears. A
wire ran from it to a computer with other things I couldn't make out.

   I felt like I was in a bad detective TV movie.  All I needed was for
someone to sneak up on me and it would have been perfect.  Then I felt a
hand on my shoulder.  I tensed and was ready block and swing.  I never got
the chance as my head exploded from behind.

   I woke laying on a bed with my arms stuck to my sides.  They were tied
down but I couldn't see how.  My vision was still blurry and I had
something shoved into my mouth before I knew what hit me.  Then water and I
ended up swallowing a pill of some kind.

   "I see your awake Mr.  Ped." I was still blurry but a picture of Herman
Munster came to mind.

   "Sykes!" I spat out.

   "I must compliment you.  I had no idea you were this good.  We lost your
trail in no time and you came right to the heart of our little operation.
Kudos." My sight was clearing up.  I saw someone else sitting next to him.
I realized it was a little girl of nine years old in a night gown.  She was
in some sort of trance.  Sykes nodded approvingly at where I was looking.
"Yes.  She is cute isn't she.  Very sweet and very innocent.  She has no
idea what your thinking of doing right now."

   I glared at Sykes, "You don't either you sick fuck!"

   "Ah.  You must have figured it out then.  But how?" He snapped.  "Oh,
yes.  You found the girl.  Did you enjoy your self?  We were hoping to be
there when you did the deed, you know."

   "You should know me better then that." I was thinking of ways to kill
Sykes but they all needed the use of my arms.  Maybe if I coaxed him over I
could do a leg lock.  "There's no way you can get away with this.  This
country really clamps down on child prostitution.  Just one bust and
they'll be all over you."

   "Your assuming they would still be in the country at all.  Mr.  Ped, you
don't know what some people would pay for American children.  Most of the
world hates us.  What better way the get back at us then the fuck our
children?" Sykes put his arm around the small red headed girl.  "They'll
pay anything.  You could be a part of this too.  Think about it.  We could
make you rich and you could have all of your fantasies come true everyday."
I glared and part of me actually thought about it.  The other part of me
wanted to kick my ass.

   "Yeah, right.  You could just make me disappear too.  Why offer me
anything?  Oh, yeah!  A scapegoat."

   "Please.  I would be so much easier if you just went along with this."
My eyes were fully focused now and then I saw the video camera to my other
side.  I also started to feel my loins stirring.  A lump started to show
between my legs.  "I see the Viagra is starting to kick in.  Sally, be a
good girl and fuck Mr.  Ped for me please."

   Sally got up, trance like, and shuffled to me much the same was as
Beatrice.  With her chest thrusted out and her arms back and out of the
way. There was a sweetness about it that made me think of good child actors
and it hit me.  These children were not just trained to be helpless but
also to radiate sexual charm on the deepest level.

   Sykes watched my reactions and commented.  "Yes, that's right.  Perfect
figure and poise.  Everything every study made has said about what men want
in little girls.  A pedophiles dream come true." Sykes walked to the camera
as he spoke on.  "They have no idea what the world wants from them.  When
they're threatened, they do everything to encourage further harm to
themselves.  They don't even understand what's happening to them.  This is
all they've ever known.  And afterwards, a blank.  They can't even remember
the original threat.  The perfect little victims.  Over and over again."

   The camera started to tape.  Sally crawled up onto the bed and I could
see fear and confusion in her soft eyes.  She had no idea what was
happening all right.

   "Imagine if you will," Sykes went on.  "Hundreds of innocent little
girls never having seen violence or sex holding themselves up to repeated
tortures and not even able to move or even put up their hands to block it.
Not ever understanding why." Sykes had a cruel streak a hundred miles wide.
Sally was straddling me and I tried like hell to lose the erection.  The
problem was that she really was making me excited too and Sykes had
releaved my responsibilities in this situation.  Who could fault me if I
just let her fuck me?

   I could!

   I thought of the worst things a guy could think about during sex and it
was my anger that finally won out.  My hard on started to slip away.  Sykes
peeked out from behind the camera.  "How can you turn this down?  Isn't she
the most wonderful thing you've ever seen?"

   "Fuck you!" I said gritting my teeth.  Sally misunderstood and got off
the bed to shuffle to Sykes.  Sykes lost his temper and slapped her face.

   "Stupid little bitch!  Go back and fuck him!" Sally started to cry
instead and she seemed to just understand where she was.  That was when the
door burst open and a million cops filled the room.  I thought for sure
they were going to kill me.

   Sykes was tackled and pinned.  Captain Nickles then entered the room. 
Sykes glared up and yelled, "What are you doing you stupid cop?!  Your
finished!!  You hear me?  Finished!!!"

   Captain Nickles grabbed the video tape and said to the other officers,
"Get that trash out of here." Sykes was dragged away screaming.  Herman
Munster having a psychotic episode.  Nickles undid my restraints.  "You did
a lot of children good here, you know?"

   I looked at everything going on.  Sally was escorted out by a female
officer who gave her a coat to wear.  Photographs were being taken.  Nobody
seemed surprised by what was going on.  "You used me.  Threw me in without
knowing anything and let me shake it up for you.  Then you move in and
claim credit." I smiled.  "You were helpless without my help."

   Nickles shook his head but ended up smiling too, "You are some piece of
work, you know that Ped?  So tell me, weren't you even the least interested
in fucking that poor little girl?"

   "It's not what I want.  It's what they want that counts.  So what
happens to them?  Another orphanage?"

   "No.  Foster homes.  The best we can find.  After we reprogram them
first, of course." Nickles turned to deal with an officer and I just sat
and shrugged off the angry stares.  Some things never change.  Nickles
turned back and asked, "You getting off on all of this?" He looked down.  I
looked down.  My hard on was back and throbbing.

   "They slipped me something, okay?"

   Nickles smiled.  "We know.  Why don't you go sleep it off and we'll talk
at the station tomorrow, okay?" I nodded thanks and walked off.  Nickles
yelled back one more thing.  "Don't worry about Trixy either.  We've pulled
all the officers watching her too." I stared.  Nickles was saying that
nothing would happen to me if I wanted to check on her.

   I looked down at my hard on and thought about Trixy having a long hard
night.

   Well.

   If she said okay....

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