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Survivor
A graphic tale of betrayal, slavery, death and love.
Synopsis: An F.B.I. agent is raped, later kidnapped, and held in
slavery. Her twin daughters are kidnapped and held for sale by the very
same slave ring with ties to the F.B.I. These slavers specialize in female
law enforcement officers and kin of prominent government officials. The
execution of the slave after years of captivity, and the consummation of
the sale of her daughters are interrupted by an unlikely pair of rescuers;
a bald eagle, and a Shodan in karate. The tale takes place in upper
Michigan and near Eagle River, Wisconsin.
Characters:
Shannon McDonald, 43, independent socialite daughter, FBI agent, 5' 8"
strawberry blonde.
Cynthia McDonald, 15, twin daughter of Shannon, exact clone in
appearance, manner, and voice of her mother.
Samantha McDonald, 15, twin daughter of Shannon, exact clone in
appearance, manner, and voice of her mother.
William "Butt-hole Bill" Andrews, 47, FBI Special Agent in charge of the
Domestic Sex Crimes Unit. 6' 3".
William "Black and Blue Bill" Anderson, 50, Importer and Jet Set trader.
King maker.
Richard "Dry Dick" Anderson, 50, Jet Set trader. King maker. Twin of
William.
Jenny "Frizzy" Murphy, 45, Domestic partner of Shannon, guardian of the
twins, FBI agent.
Lisa Murphy, 23, California Highway Patrol Officer, 5' 6" platinum
blonde.
Tom Stafford, 25, California Highway Patrol Officer, 6' 6", Godan in
karate, fianc of Lisa.
Mark Stager, 48, best friend of Bill Andrews, Owner of Stager Grocery
Stores. Father of two sets of identical twin girls.
Mark Chandler, 44, FBI agent, former partner of Shannon. 5' 6"
David Lightfeather, 28, Michigan State Police Lieutenant, Sioux Indian.
Fred Jones, 40, FBI agent, Duluth office.
Toivo Nordstrom, 57, Chief of Police, Michigan State Police, Wakefield
office.
John Johnson, 55, Area Supervisor, Duluth office, FBI agent.
Elmo Sizorbil, 44, Computer Programmer, Shodan in karate, instructor,
father of 3 teens.
Story Codes: MF, Rape, Mf, FF, ff, anal, A2M, Slavery, bondage, and
torture.
At 26, Shannon McDonald had been out of the academy for some years now.
Assigned to the St. Louis office, she continued her interests in events
and causes linked to the Social Register. She also continued to have a
friendship with Jenny Murphy, a tall leggy blonde, with heavily waved hair,
and a deeper voice than expected. Shannon was partnered with Mark
Chandler, a specialist in organized crime. Mark knew that there was
something extra-curricular between Jenny and Shannon, but being a
professional, he didn't ask about it. Their current case load included a
spate of young teen kidnappings, bank robberies, and extortion rackets.
There was not much time left in the day for office chit-chat. Certainly
none for an arrogant, newly promoted, God's gift to the office stud pool,
agent Bill Andrews.
Bill wanted to sample Shannon's assets. Her ass really came foremost to
mind when thinking of Shannon. Small breasted, a tight, high, table-grade,
write home to Dad, quality butt. The long strawberry red hair (more berry,
less straw) flashed and caught the light like no other women in the office.
Forceful and unrelenting, Bill lusted after Shannon. He never noticed, or
even bothered to look for, anyone else in Shannon's life. This was a
conquest he was going to have, one way or another. He outweighed her by
125 pounds. He was much taller, and had 8 solid inches to match his frame.
"All the better to stick you with, my little pretty!" he thought each
time he saw her. "Once in the cunt, once in the ass, then in the mouth,
that is what stuck up Bitches should get every day. Women were put on the
earth to serve men, have children, and be dominated." Bill had an attitude,
and he usually got his way. By force when he needed to.
His diary entries, a religiously kept obsession, became more detailed
over time. The whores he obtained on Washington street, and shared with
Mark Stager, quickly realized they were in for a beating if they did tricks
for him. Beaten by your pimp or beaten by your John. Have a nice day,
Girls. If the pimp did not want to provide for Bill, it was the pimp's
turn to get a beating, a trip to the room with a view, or whatever was on
tap that week.
Always the brown noser, Bill could "talk the talk" to the higher ups in
the bureau He could also "walk the walk" by manufacturing pinches when he
needed them. Of course the rival pimps, and underworld types were quite
ready to provide what Bill needed. It was through these mutual admiration
contacts that Bill met the Anderson brothers. Both Bill and Dick liked the
rough end of the sexual spectrum. It was a penchant that would be quite
profitable in the years to come.
Mark was getting married, so Bill wanted to provide a wedding present
that would be as fine as possible. Bill was ready to finally teach Shannon
about saying "No!" to him. She was going to a late night function. He was
on stakeout duty, there were witnesses if needed. Shannon never made it to
her car. The well dressed thugs overpowered her, and had her well out of
sight before the next debutant exited the gala. When she regained her
senses, Shannon was strapped down tightly to a rough wooden structure. Ass
high in the air, head tilted to provide throat access. Duct tape on the
eyes, headphones on the ears blaring KXOK, Mason Lee Dixon spinning the
discs. A canvas bag covered her head on top of that. She was not going to
identify these creeps. A penis gag was strapped to her face.
"This is a fine one Bill. You said she really likes it rough? I'd like
to see what she can take." Mark sneered as he ran his hands over the prize.
"She costs quite a bit. Her pimp lent her to us for the night. I had
an addition done just for the event tonight, Mark." Bill proudly declared.
"An addition? What kind of addition? A new toy for entertaining the
ladies, maybe?" Mark was curious. Bill had a habit of finding new
appliances to employ on the girls they shared.
"It is just a tattoo on Rover. One line for every inch, just to measure
the progress of getting it down Pat!" Bill said, swelling with pride and
lust. "I got it just for this one here."
"Which end are you going to break it in on tonight, Bill?" asked Mark.
"All three of them Mark!" Bill's grin lasted longer than usual.
Whack! The birch switch landed on Shannon's upturned butt. The ripple
of pain spread across her body. Pop! The drilled ping-pong paddle
connected with her dangling tits. Smash, whack, yank, pull, twist. The
two abused the woman for an hour before they got down to serious business.
"You will like old rover, Bitch! I've even had him monogrammed just for
you!" Bill barked at his captive. He lined up on the suffering woman's
tail end and doing a Dick Anderson, thrust his cock in dry. The scream was
audible even through the gag. "Wow, 8 inches on the dip stick. Take that
Bitch!" Bill hit her exposed right cheek with the paddle. She bucked again
with pain then sagged and lay still.
"I'll just make use of the jaw block and service this one's mouth while
you entertain her butt hole, Bill. Say, this is a nice one here. I can
feel the constriction behind her tongue." Mark said while holding his
victim behind her head. Forcing his cock as deep as it would go he could
feel the gag reflex in operation. "Nope, not for you, Bitch. You keep
what you swallow." Mark said jamming his cock in again. "Hey, let's trade
Bill." Mark looked at Bill with a leer.
"Sure, see how she likes her own shit fed back to her." Bill said, being
greatly amused at the thought of Shannon eating the shit she had fed him
for so long. Brown smeared his dick, covering the depth lines he had
etched on Rover. Bill rammed his pole into the limp form of Shannon's
head. "Over the lips, past the gums, lookout stomach, here it comes!" Bill
roared.
"Ah, pussy galore. Thanks for this present Bill. I'm quite sure my
prim and proper wife to be would not go for this kind of action. The shit
chute shuffle! Squeal like a pig, Bitch!" Mark bellowed as he shot his wad
way up inside the helpless woman. He had no idea how accurate that shot
was. Shannon was directly between periods.
After many hours and many cums, they untied Shannon and were readying
her for the trip back to her car. Regaining consciousness for an instant,
Shannon raked her nails down Mark's forearm leaving a bad cut, and later a
scar. For her efforts, Shannon received 20 more blows from the big green
weenie, a four foot section of garden hose. The well dressed thugs
deposited her back in her car, minus her underwear and bra. Life for
Shannon had changed forever. One of the many shots she took that night had
hit the spot. She found out she was pregnant just after leaving the
hospital. Frizzy saw an opportunity to play Dad. Shannon saw only ruin
and despair. The burly local officer, Sergeant Martin, named the rapists
the Holder, and the Poker. The holder likely had damage to one or both
arms from the scratch Shannon had inflicted. Bill wisely did not jump in
to investigate the rape, but marveled at how subdued Shannon was once she
returned to the office.
"I'll have that one again. One day she will be my private plaything."
Bill mused as Shannon's belly began to swell.
If there was ever any hope of Shannon getting a boy friend, it died with
the rape. Frizzy did her best to manipulate and direct Shannon into
keeping the children, by now known to be twin girls. She moved into the
house on Portland Drive as a "Nanny" for the two infants. It was a simple
procedure for Shannon to tie her tubes after the delivery. No more
accidents later in life, please. Shannon was committed to raising the
girls as if they were not the product of a rape. Mary Institute it would
be when they were old enough as money was not an issue with Shannon. The
girls were cute and strawberry blonde too. Much like her mother was when
she was small.
Bill's diary entries for these events were not silent. He indicated a
desire to have the twins too. Certainly, he was their father; it just
couldn't be any other way. He had a vasectomy when he took his next
vacation. "No need to be getting the stock into an un-sellable condition."
He muttered to himself. He had an idea for a business, with the backing of
the Anderson's and some remote property in Wisconsin. Bill's prowess at
the bureau were rewarded with a group all his own, the Sex Crimes Unit. He
picked each and every member of his team by hand. Eventually there would
be twenty agents assigned to it.
Mark Stager's first set of twins arrived two years after his marriage.
They were little copies of his trophy wife. His business prospered, and
after a time, he could not take leave of his work to participate with Bill
in his fetishes. Another set of twins arrived looking strangely like the
first set. Clones of their mother the grandparents cooed. Mary-I had seen
its share of twins, but three sets over four grades were something to talk
about in the staff room. Larry Logan, head of the math department and
computer teacher set about figuring the probability of such an event taking
place. A larger probability of that, than one of his former students (one
Elmo Sizorbil) figuring into their later lives.
Elmo was a standout at the nearby Country Day School. Not for good
grades either. If there was mischief being made, Elmo was at least nearby,
if not in the thick of it. "A's" in the classes he liked. "F's" in those
he saw no use for, like history. Since high school, Elmo had majored in
applied mathematics, obtained a doctoral degree in computer science, and
discovered the joys of a regular beating in Chinese Kenpo. Elmo had
dabbled in Tae Kwon Do and Judo as well. He found that Tae Kwon Do was for
linear thinkers with a head hunting complex. Excellent physical shape,
rigid discipline, lots of show and flash. A good TKD is not to be messed
with, not by most people at any rate. Kenpo on the other hand, is strictly
utilitarian. Get the job done now, and worry about the mess later. Self
defense was the core of the training at the local Kenpo dojo. Single or
multiple attackers, weapons or size, there is a quick answer. "It is best
not to engage in a fight at all, if you can avoid it. But if you must,
then be sure you are the one to walk calmly away." is a core Kenpo
philosophy. So is "If you cut my hand off, I now have a jagged bone to
stick you with!" Never give up, ever.
If you give up on your black belt test, for the rank of Shodan, you
lose. That test is not even close to fair. Three to eight black belts
fighting you after two hours of kata and techniques. If you are still able
to stand, you deserve a black belt. More nationally ranked champions have
come from that studio than any other, in any style. Elmo started when it
was bare knuckles, and no wimpy protective gear. These days the attorneys
and insurance agents require combat participants to have full gear, hands,
feet, head, cup, mouth piece, and elbow pads. Somewhat more relaxed today,
it still speaks well of someone who gets a Shodan or better from that
studio. Don't piss off a black belt, they can hurt you. Don't piss off an
instructor, they make black belts. Don't even consider trying to
intimidate a black belt regardless of the style. You will not like the
outcome. Elmo had his first black belt from the TKD dojo he studied at.
The black belt he wore came many years later in Kenpo.
Elmo liked being in the woods, especially the north woods. Stars,
storms, trees and critters were all part of the big picture. The only
things in the woods that could hurt you were Vespids. Poison Ivy really
did not grow that far north. An Eden in Gogebic County was what he thought
of the north woods. As the roofing gang said between bongs, it is another
reality altogether. Between the six-hoot owls, the osprey and the lake
resident eagles, there was always something to watch and enjoy. When Elmo
inherited the cabin and lake property, he set out to build new structures
so that his children could enjoy the place with their families (whenever
that would be). Wood sheds, tool shed, water system, and a large bunk
house down by the waterside, there was room for 12 without temporary
bunking. Being built into the side of a glacial scar, the camp was
protected from all the bad storms out of the west. The woods were easy to
navigate in. To the east was the lake. To the west were a swamp, and some
section line forest service roads. A seasoned traveler could move quickly
and quietly over the game trails, being able to disappear like the fauna.
Elmo cruised on autopilot through three children, two cats, and a
born-again-Bitch of a wife who would rather Bitch the stripes off the
street than render hugs and kisses. "Enough is enough. I am the only one
trying to be loving in this marriage. I will not take it anymore!" he
declared reluctantly, and started planning his divorce.
Shannon had night duty on the surveillance crew, watching a Don by the
name of Vittale. As she was leaving the office for her assigned trail,
Bill Andrews handed her a thermos of coffee. "Here, this should help some,
Shannon." Bill smiled as he handed it to her. Yeah, it will help me much
more than you, with all that Ketamine in it, you'll be out like a light in
no time. When the other suits saw her go lights out, they replaced her
with a used up model from Bill's private dungeon, and put enough plastic
explosives under her car seat to make the 1970's Lucier bombing in Clayton
look like an M80. The car and its occupant were atomized. The surrounding
buildings were greatly damaged though none collapsed. The word got out
that an agent was killed working on the Vittale case. Mr. Vittale went
into hiding. The whole office was devastated. Bill had to file the
reports. Mark Chandler became suspicious of Bill, and his instant
production of evidence. Where were the hard parts, like Shannon's 9mm
browning? If the rear view mirror was identifiable, where was the gun?
For his efforts, he was railroaded to Minnesota and an office looking after
drunken Indians. Bill had his personal plaything that he vowed to have at
any cost. Sam and Cindy had a terrible summer break, and the butch woman
filled the role of home educator with glee. Orphaned just before age
thirteen, the twins had to deal with the loss of mom, their first periods,
and all the issues of adolescence. Bill watched them grow up and out,
biding his time
Shannon awoke to find herself in a cold, dark cell. She had a dog cage
for a bed and some new jewelry on her neck and wrists. So began three
years of beatings, butt fucks, bruises and performances on camera.
Whatever her tormentor wished, she did. After two years she was taken out
into the woods, in the snow naked, to watch another used up slave get the
blue butt plug of death. The howling and agony and stench were brief. The
impression was never ending. There never was a schedule for Shannon. It
was eat shit covered dick, eat sloppy pussy, and get a beating, freeze.
Get stuffed into a trunk and driven for hours. Then get beaten and
sodomized again. The other women she had contact with changed every few
months. Six months was about the longest any of them had been around her.
Some were there only long enough for her to perform with their immobilized
bodies while the visiting dicks picked up their consignments. Mexico,
South America, Middle East, India, Bill delighted in telling Shannon where
the helpless stock was destined for. Sometimes it was just the Iron County
mine #6. The mine shaft dropped sixteen feet to 42 degree water. The
water dropped over 600 feet from the surface to the floor, not all the
girls were dead before they hit the water.
The young ones hurt Shannon the most. Pre-teens and proud 8th or 9th
graders just gave Shannon the shivers. She thought about her twins, and a
rescue by Frizzy. But Frizzy was glad she was dead, and only one person
had even asked about looking for her. He was now only several hundred
miles away, but light years from the truth. Baradur, the dark tower, the
guests called the multiple underground playpens. The Anderson brothers had
money to spend, and hide. Most of it cash, some of it laundered through
their import export business. Fully computerized, net connected, any cell
or prisoner could be toyed with remotely. Sales pitches could show the
actual merchandise being pedaled. No keys, no sounds, no hope of escaping
through the concrete into a Wisconsin swamp.
Bill began taunting Shannon about the twins when they turned 14. At
fifteen, he was ready to make them personal pets too. They disappeared on
a trip to the Galleria. No trace of them even on the mall video tapes.
Jenny would have to find someone else to play daddy for. The twins were
treated much better than the norm for the Sex Crimes Unit's guests. At
least at the start that is. One day Bill began to wonder about the
multiple identical twins at Mary-I, now MICDS. He had a paternity test
performed by a pliable local lab. These two were clearly NOT his. He said
nothing to Mark, but looked for a buyer. Someone out of the country who
would pay dearly for such prime beef. Mark took an interest in Karate
after a threatening phone call; he was a public figure, after all. He
signed up at World Class Martial Arts, a storefront TKD belt mill. The
head instructor, Master Po, liked to sign up stupid people to long
contracts, and then run them out of the studio. He enforced their
contracts to the letter, months and years afterwards. Master Po was
despised by the others in the Korean community. His black belts could beat
up a newbie, but not a wet paper bag.
Bang! The gavel slammed on its block. Divorce granted. Elmo got his
car, his house, the two oldest children, and a large alimony to pay.
Fortunately, his early work in software development at the large university
had been sold to a specialist concerned that his own software would not
compete with that from the university. The contract had some large royalty
payments to go with it. Elmo finished his usual Wednesday sparring group
class, and headed north to take a break from the rat race. A week of green
trees and quiet puttering loomed before Elmo. Arriving Friday evening at
the cabin, Elmo had to deal with the hornets, the mice, a years worth of
absence and not one boat out on the lake. Soon there would be his boat,
and then a night of bliss and national forest noises. Getting up with the
sun at around 0500, Elmo set to work on the paths and finishing unpacking.
For a break, he went for a spin around the small lake his property fronted
on. Some years back, the local baron had sold off his property on the
other side of the lake. A developer had turned the lots quickly. There
were houses where he used to shoot 400 yard shots at communist lawn mowers.
One of those new residents seemed to be up. A red Dodge Ram truck was
being unloaded not far from the waters edge. The eagle was circling way
high up over the site. One of the grunts unloading brown packages noticed
Elmo driving the boat towards them. He flashed the silenced MAC-10 as he
moved it to a close and ready position. Elmo lazily turned and continued
around the lake. Just another day in the neighborhood...
"That didn't look right. A suit and two goons stockpiling heavy
packages into a concrete bunker. Well, if they want to cause trouble, I've
got some ammunition now." Elmo thought to himself as he docked the boat and
went back up the hill to work on the woodpile. Tightly focused on his
work, Elmo shut out the noises of the woods around him. Axes and machetes
do not care who's leg they run into, just like bullets. When one is in
use, nothing else gets in the way.
"Screeeeee! Screeeeee! AheeeeeeeeeeeeEE!" The eagle screamed.
"Something has pissed that eagle off. That is not even close to normal.
I wonder what is up?" Elmo thought to himself.
"Screeeeeee!" The eagle dive bombed below the trees into the clearing
just below the woodshed where Elmo was stacking stove wood. "Screeeee!
Screeeeeeeeeeeee!" The eagle recovered west each time and circled back.
"What the fuck is wrong with my eagle!" Elmo wondered aloud. "Time to
find out."
The Eagle's eerie was south of the cabin. This bird was heading west.
Strapping on the Browning .380, loading the 8mm Sony digital with a new
cassette, stepping into his soft boots and off up the hill heading for the
section line road Elmo was on safari.
"Screeeee Aheeeeeeee!" Another dive bomb run by the eagle.
"That eagle is seriously out of character. Is this bird is calling me
west...? What is to the west? Swamp?" Elmo was thinking hard why this was
happening. The twilight zone coming to Gogebic County... Crossing the
property line, follow the logging road to the section line.
"AAARHGHAAAA!" A woman's scream shattered the otherwise calm woods
noises.
"That was no eagle. That was female and in pain. Good, the camera is
still rolling. The .380 came out and the safety was off. Low, slow and
carefully Elmo moved down the section line. "200 more yards to the bushes
at the swamp's edge. Wait! Color in the clearing beyond." Elmo was
attacked by piloerection. His whole body bristled, ready to fight.
Crack! "AAAAHHHHH!!!!!" The woman screamed again.
"3... no, 4 men, one girl, she looks about 14 or 15. She's tied over a
large log and being beaten with a length of hose. Shit, the suit is poking
her. The other suit is watching. Those two other thugs look familiar the
other side of the lake!" Elmo was thinking hard. The suit with the dropped
trousers was banging and beating the girl.
"Well, Bitch! You always liked a good butt fucking! All 8 inches up
the shit chute for you. When I'm done this time you'll get some relief.
The blue butt plug special. 18 Mohler nitric does such a good job of
cleaning out well used asses. I've really enjoyed you for these last few
years, Shannon. After I had you 17 years ago I knew I'd be having you a
lot one day." Bill was calm and methodical as he spoke. Poke, whack!
WHACK! "Ah, so deep, so soft and yet still firm. Your twins have not had
as much practice as you, but they do have some talent. Training will make
up for it I'm sure. Little clones of you too. They don't like it up the
ass as you do. Oh, I feel that Shannon. They are on their way this
afternoon to join a harem in Jordan. A nice long boat ride out of the
Charles River in Boston. Abu Sayeef is driving here right now in his long
custom grey limo. Interesting back seat; it folds down under power from a
switch in the ashtray. I'm going to trade the twins for a 12 years old
filly and $250,000 apiece. The girl was plucked from a Minnesota mall
yesterday. That will give Senator Snort something to worry about besides
me for a while!" Bill continued in a calm voice. "A cute little blonde
number! The young ones are much more pliable."
"Larry! Get ready to go. We have a two o'clock on the other side of
the lake from here." Bill turned back to Shannon's predicament. "Abu has
lots of passports, one of them is red. If you can get up Shannon, I'll let
you go. You or your friends can take anything they can carry with them.
What's wrong Shannon? You want to suck me clean first? I know you'll do a
good job too!" Bill was losing the cool tone of voice.
"Shit, four on one. MAC-10's with suppressors!" Elmo was not sure a
frontal assault was the best course of action.
"Screeeeeeeeeeeee!" The eagle dropped low and screamed.
"Somebody nuke that stupid bird!" Bill was clearly annoyed.
"Okay, too many for the .380. I'll take the two behind the truck hand
to hand. Shit! Same red truck. Park the Sony to have a clear view. If I
don't make it, maybe someone will find this and get a clue." Elmo went into
battle mode. No outside interference allowed.
"The two thugs in the jeans first. This girl? Woman? Isn't going to
last long. He's got the blue plug out!" Elmo watched.
Elmo moved ever so quickly and quietly just like a woodland native.
Appearing from behind a blue spruce, Larry was startled and backed into the
truck. The web hand to the throat made sure there would be no screaming.
The only noise was the crunch of the top two vertebras becoming
discontinuous. "Larry, you don't pay much attention, do you?" Elmo was
already advancing on the other thug, who was pissing into the swamp. He
went down with an elbow smash to the back of the head. The stomp was the
same as for Larry.
"Okay, it might be .380 time now" Elmo continued to analyze the
situation. Where had the other suit gone? It is not good to lose track of
a hostile in the heat of combat!
"Screeeeeeeeeeeee!" The eagle dropped low and screamed yet again.
"Hey, Bill! It's Showtime here. Okay, Shannon, take my love deeply.
How's that feel? Bitch!" Andrews was getting excited. Whack! The garden
hose slammed again across her back. "This blue baby has 50 CC's of high
grade nitric acid in the enclosed glass ampoule. I crush the ampoule
inside and shove it hard in your ass. Thirty seconds later, it's fireworks
time. Yeah, this time it is for real, Shannon. No more trial runs,
Bitch!" Bill always did like the thrill of the kill.
"Bill, make sure there is a good picture on the laptop. I just love to
watch these moments over and over again." Bill was grinning again.
"Perfect, two Bills, one intent on the PC, the other intent on murder.
He's watching the screen, time to go." Elmo performed a colored belt
technique, "Turning the Key" on Bill Anderson. Twist the shoulders, stomp
the back of the knee, head smash with the near elbow.
Crunch! "Hmmmmmk!" Shannon's breath left her. The butt plug was wedged
seven inches into her rectum, leaving a small blue lip visible.
"Here you go Shannon. Nice and tight! Time to watch the show. See you
later BITCH!" Bill's excitement was at apogee.
"God, no time now!" Elmo thought as he launched into a diving head smash
and sweep combination. A quick sidekick to the head kept Butt Hole Bill
down, but not quite out. Bill was still a big man. It takes a lot to hurt
a human, more than many people would think.
Grabbing the end of the plug, Elmo wrenched it from Shannon's terribly
abused rectum. "Damned, it is starting to smoke. Well, one good place for
this thing... Into your mouth, you servant of Sauron. Suck on that!" Elmo
thrust the smoking plug into Bill's gasping mouth and wedged it in his
teeth. He then stepped back out of range of any spray or counter attack.
"Huck Huuuu!" Bill grunted as the acid released, and traveled by gravity
and air pressure down into his throat and lungs. Tissue literally vanished
along the way. Eyes bulging with disbelief, Bill coughed once. The spray
was red and smoky.
"Yikes, that reeks. Flop Flop, Fizz Fizz. Gag, what a mess he is!"
Elmo had seen a few gruesome scenes before, but live and in person was
something new to him. "That's all four down now. How is the woman? Butt
hole still gaping open. No fumes, no blood; She still has a pulse. You
can't cut it closer than that!" Elmo though aloud as his Red Cross training
was running the show.
"Iron collar, iron wrist bracelets! Man, these guys were totally
serious about domination. Keys, where are the keys to this chain and
lock?" Elmo was going much slower now that the immediate threat had been
dispatched. He could relax a small bit.
"Screeeeaaaaaaaaa" The eagle circled above watching intently.
"Okay, its okay! She is still alive, I am just in time. Thank you for
bringing me here. I'll try to do something for you while I'm still up
north." Elmo was talking to the bird as if it understood him. The bird
dipped low, and then went off south.
"Nice looking woman. Grade A ass, table grade in fact. However, she is
totally out of the current tactical situation. No keys on Butt Hole Bill.
I hope she doesn't have any diseases." Elmo continued to think out loud.
Checking the PC, it was an IBM Stink Pad. "Windoze 2K, Better create an
account before shutting this down. Yes, it has admin privs, good! Huh?
Shutdown and Arm Safety? I don't think so. Arm what? Bears?"
"Okay Butt Hole, who were you?" Elmo started searching for the things he
needed. "No ID in the dropped trousers. Wait, here it is in his jacket.
SHIT! This was an FBI agent! William Andrews, Special Agent in charge,
Domestic Sex Crimes Unit. St. Louis office." Elmo was worried; it's not
nice to mess with law enforcement. A few too many episodes of "Cops" on
Saturday nights. "Well, Bill, I guess you were in charge of committing sex
crimes." Elmo didn't find any keys, so he moved to the other suit and
frisked the corpse. "William Anderson, Land-O-Lakes address, and a pair of
key rings. Excellent!" Elmo was feeling better with the keys in hand.
Elmo kept the key rings.
Unlocking Shannon, he covered her with the other Bill's coat, and set
her in a slightly head down, right hand side up position, prone on the
ground. Then he went to see about Larry and the Pisser.
"No ID's, Gee, I wonder why thugs don't carry ID on them? Hey, a cell
phone. Does it have service? You know it, it is an Iridium cell, a
Brick!" Elmo considered using it for a moment, then answered his own
question. "Stir the pot!" Elmo had a plan.
906-265-1047 "Michigan State Police, Officer Yates speaking, May I help
you?" The voice was nearly cheery.
"I'm calling to report the probable abduction of a pre-teen female.
There is a large grey limo with Massachusetts plates headed for Taylor Lake
in the southeast of your district. The occupant's destination is at the
east side of the lake, right at the one-two section line. The passenger is
one Abu Sayeef; he will have a number of different passports, one of which
might be red. The important thing is that there is a hidden compartment
behind the back seat. The control is stashed under an ashtray. I believe
there is a 12-year-old blonde girl there, a daughter of some Senator Snort.
If the girl is there, you might also want to contact someone in Boston, to
check on an ocean going yacht moored on the Charles River linked to the
Sayeef character.
"Do you have a route that this person is taking?" The officer pressed
for details.
"I would suspect US2 through Watersmeet, sir. The limo is coming from
Minnesota." Elmo recalled Bill's speech to Shannon.
"What is your name please?" Pressing for info, the officer went though
his usual questions list.
"Sizorbil, Elmo Sizorbil. I've borrowed this phone to make the report.
I have no other method of communications sir."
"How did you come about this information?" Ah, the loaded question from
the boys in blue.
"Confidential Informant. I'm not permitted to talk about him on an
insecure medium. I've got to go; things are getting a bit hot for my
liking here. I'll call back eventually." Elmo dodged the first hard
question.
"We have an interest in a young female fitting that description. We'll
check into it." The officer was non-committal.
"Bye!" Elmo hung up. More places to explore, he thought. The trunk of
the black Ford had some backpacks, rucksacks really. "Holy Shit Batman!
There are LOTS of dead presidents in this one. This one too!" He examined
the pair of olive drab packs. "What is this?" Elmo found a package with a
Caucasian toned coat in it. Kevlar, metal discs, Velcro seams. "This
comes with me. And these zip drives, and the packs. Time to vacate the
premises." Elmo began to feel the need for speed. It wouldn't be good to
get caught here at the current time, with all the booty he had on hand. He
retrieved the Sony camera and turned it off.
"I'm sorry, Shannon, but I'm going to have to fireman's carry you back
to my cabin. There is no other way my back will take the load. Ugh!! I'm
not in shape for this kind of labor!" Elmo spoke softly to Shannon. He
began to go over the things to do when he got back to camp. Metal cut-off
blade, Transite board, canvas coverall, bolt cutters...
As the pair was passing the tall bushes at the east end of the clearing,
Shannon spoke very softly "Ah, Lisa, that PBJ and lemonade."
"Hey, Shannon, can you hear me?" Elmo paused. "Nope. Who is Lisa? Are
there others being held by this bunch? WHOA! Look where you are going,
Elmo! That's a monster bald faced hornet's nest for this time of the
season." Elmo slid around the nest, not making eye contact with the guards
at the opening. Huffing and puffing, Elmo made it to his 16' by 16' deck
outside the tool shed, and carefully laid Shannon down.
"Let's have a look at the prize here!" Elmo had not had the time to ogle
the pretty woman in the forest. 5' 8", under one hundred pounds he
thought. Ugly red scars around the neck where the collar is. It must have
been there quite some time. Black and blue bruises, some in the green
stage. She's been beaten before too. Turning on the generator, and
placing Shannon on an old Coleman cooler, he set a pair of earmuffs on her
head. Then he began to saw the iron jewelry off the woman. Once that was
done, he carried her inside then examined and treated her cuts and other
wounds. H2O2 and Neosporin on the wounds. A set of hospital scrubs
(designer name NOT!) on her body, Elmo tucked her into his queen bed. It
was the only bed of four in the main cabin that was made. He then
proceeded to make a PBJ and a batch of lemonade, which he put in a sports
drink bottle. He set the pair to the side of the sleeping Shannon.
"Time to make a journal entry. Something I can show the judge later.
Date, time, pulse rate, general conditions, everything I've done so far.
That 8mm tape is going into hiding. What's this in this package? A 9mm
browning? Another ID? TRIPPLE SHIT! This woman is an FBI agent too.
Shannon McDonald, St. Louis office. What do I say to the cops now?" Elmo
was really worried at this turn of events.
"Cops... No time for what ifs right now. There are some twins back on
the other shore of the lake to deal with. They would certainly have an
escort, and the storm is getting closer. I can see the wind on the forest
floor. At least I have better equipment to deal with any jail keepers!"
Elmo smiled for the first time in an hour. Gathering the funny vest, one
of the MAC-10's and three life jackets, Elmo rev'ed up the 20-horse Jet
outboard and cruised over for a look.
"No cars, several sheds, one with a big American padlock behind some
screening." Killing the motor, Elmo coasted up to the shoreline and looked
again. The storm was much closer now; waves were growing on the small
lake. "This could get very messy!" Elmo thought to himself as he searched
the key ring for a matching key. "This is the one, barrel key, high
security." Elmo looked around again. Sliding the newly unlocked door to
the left all the way, Elmo found his targets. Butt plugs, penis gags,
chained to a padded bench, the twins had their upturned bottoms pointed at
the door. With still no sign of any guard, Elmo unlocked one, a 15 year
old, perfect body. She said nothing as the gag was removed, but eyed the
MAC-10. The other girl had a black eye, a real shiner. She glared hard at
Elmo but said nothing as well.
"You ladies are truly clones of you mother. Please come with me
quickly, the storm is upon us." Elmo said smoothly, as if he expected their
cooperation.
"Our mother is dead. What would you know about us and her?" The
black-eyed youngster hurled the works at Elmo with spite.
"I know you do not want to go to Jordan to be a breeding sow for some
inflated camel jockey." Elmo had no sooner spoken than KABOOM! Lightning
and thunder and hail pounded the shed. One bright flash showed a shadow
outside the doorway. Handing the non-speaking twin the MAC-10, Elmo spun
into a front cat stance. The twin's eyes went large as she went white with
fear.
"Who's in there?" A voice bellowed as the unfortunate thug walked into
the shed.
Cross grab, groin kick, left parry the gun into his mouth, and release
the hammer hold... BANG! A case of instant suicide for the thug. The
body collapsed straight down against the shed wall where the torso was
caught by a metal screw. The gun was still in his grip.
"I'll take that now, thank you." Elmo retrieved the gun from the twin,
who had backed away from the bloody scene. "Ladies, you have a choice; you
can come back to my cabin across the lake in this storm, or you can make
your way half a mile around the lake on foot to the right here, and find a
telephone on your own. Or you can wait here for Mr. Sand Camel to take
you off to oil land." Elmo did not sound threatening; he spoke from one
knee on the floor of the shed. His body language was intentional.
KABOOM! CRASH! The storm was in full swing on the lake now. The twins
visually conferred, then headed for the boat.
"Please put on the preserver, get in the bow, and stay low." Elmo still
didn't sound like he was giving orders to the girls. The 20-horse started
with a light pull and backed off the beach. No problems with the depth of
the water, jets take only 6 inches to move. The waves were topping 18",
and the tops were blowing off. Kiting and pounding the boat ran at 40
miles an hour across the lake. Not the brightest move in a thunderstorm, a
metal boat on a lake, but it was much better than hanging around. Cutting
the motor, Elmo slid the boat home at the pier and made the stern line fast
even in the hard blow.
"Get out and go inside the boathouse, please ladies." Elmo said as he
moved forward to grab the bow line. He cleated it securely as he had done
it many times before.
"Please?" The twins mouthed at each other as they entered the small
waterfront shack. Please was not a word they had heard in many months.
"Please hang your vests here, and we will exit the back door and move
100 feet up the hill to the right and into the main cabin." Elmo was calm
and unconcerned by the storm outside. Sore, soaked and naked, the girls
marched up the hill with Elmo right behind them. Even in the rain, it was
a sight Elmo liked quite a bit.
Once the trio was inside, Elmo latched the door, and stowed the MAC-10
on the shelf, in plain sight by the door. "My name is Elmo Sizorbil. You
two can call me Elmo." Elmo looked at the black-eyed girl.
"What is your first name, Miss McDonald, and who gave you the shiner?"
Elmo said softly.
"Samantha, and the guy you off'ed over there did this to me." Sammy was
still unsure what the drill was. She was sure that something had changed;
a new path was being taken in her odyssey. What this bearded older man was
planning remained a mystery.
"Well, Sammy, he is no great loss to the world, I expect. Your mother
is named Shannon, right?" Elmo slid into the question.
"Is? Who told you? What business is it of yours anyway?" The other
twin could talk!
"I've not asked your name yet, dear, but a completely despicable shit
ball called Butt Hole Bill spoke of you two, just before he ate an acid
filled butt plug, earlier this morning. What is your name, young lady?"
Elmo still was not the least perturbed by the outburst.
"Cynthia. Cynthia McDonald" The other twin had a name.
"Okay, Cindy, here is the deal. All the knives in this cabin are sharp.
The guns are all loaded, and some have one in the tube. Please do not play
with them unless I ask you to. Okay? You may do as you please here;
clothing is optional, though I can likely provide something for you to warm
up with. Which would you like to do first? Shower, eat, get dressed or
take a nap?" Elmo smiled at them.
"Who are you? What do you have to do with Butt Hole Bill?" Sammy took
charge of asking the questions.
"I became acquainted with Mr. Andrews about two hours ago, when I found
him in the forest west of here. He didn't get to know me very well, but I
saw enough to know I didn't like him or his comrades at all. As for whom I
am, I'm a father of three, the oldest is a young man of 15, and the other
two are girls of 13 and 11. I'm your friend as you may have gathered. I
will do everything I can to keep you the two of you safe and secure until a
higher authority relieves me. I am a first-degree black belt in Chinese
Kenpo Karate, a ranked instructor in self-defense. Here are some scrubs
and two tooth brushes for you after you have showered." Elmo sounded like a
father. The twins noticed that Elmo had planned ahead.
"Why did you say we are clones of our mother? Why did you use the verb
"Is" ?" Cindy asked this time.
"Because you are, identical down to the black eye, Sammy. We'll discuss
the verb tense more after you get clean and warm. I'll get some lunch
going now. There isn't a lot of water, so you should lather up with the
water turned off." Elmo smiled at them.
The pair, still naked and lightly shivering, stepped off to the bathroom
to clean up. Whatever discussion they had was drowned out by the wind
outside, Elmo was not listening anyway. This surely was a monster of a
storm. The idiots on the local rock-n-roll station, the Bear, had managed
to read the right forecast this time. The pair, shampooed and conditioned
(yes, a name brand this time), appeared together in the kitchen. They
moved closer to the wood stove, which crackled and popped with the maple
logs inside.
"You look much more presentable now, ladies. Will it be a PBJ or tuna
for lunch?" Elmo queried them.
"A PBJ, please." Cindy answered. Elmo wielded the knife and the spread.
The twins remained near the stove as they ate.
"When did you last see your mother?" Elmo broke the silence of eating.
"Over three years ago. She was killed on a stake out by a car bomb."
Cindy replied.
"When were you two last out in the real world?" Elmo continued
questioning them.
"Nearly nine months ago. We had just started school. Why do you ask?"
Sammy answered this time.
"I was just trying to put together a timeline in my head. Bill was
quite vocal in his ranting this morning. It didn't make a lot of sense
then. As to your grammar question, if you promise to NOT try to wake her,
your mother is NOT dead. She is asleep (at least she was before I went out
for you) in the south bedroom. This way please." Elmo stepped out of the
kitchen, leaving the plates on the counter for later. The twins did not
believe a word of it, but followed anyway. They were not going to believe
it, until they saw her.
A collective gasp escaped their bodies as they saw that the figure under
the three Hudson Bay blankets was indeed their mother. She had a black
eye, the same as Samantha. Her hair was dull and tangled, but her face was
clean. She was clearly thin and starved, but their mother lived still.
Time stood still while the event was processed by their minds.
"Mom! How, Where? What is wrong with her?" The twins spoke in unison.
"She was a guest of Butt Hole, just like you. Only today Bill was not
going to sell her to a camel jockey. He was trying to kill her for real
this time. She has had a VERY difficult morning. I think it is best that
she get to sleep until at least dinner time before we try to wake her."
Elmo replied softly.
KABOOM! BOOM BOOM! The storm was not letting up at all. Shannon
didn't flinch from the noise. She was out of this world for now. The rain
was running off the roof, and overflowing the large gutters on the sides.
It was difficult to even see the sheds to the south, much less the
boathouse or the lake. Elmo walked back into the kitchen to stoke the wood
stove. He hung the towels and his clothes on the line over it to dry.
"You two may wander the house, play board games, or stay with mom.
Please do not hurt yourselves, or my cat. Tootles, a lost boy, is up in
the attic now, but he may come down behind you there. I've still got
chores to do outside in this mess. I'll be back when I'm done." Elmo
started for the door, but was stopped by Samantha.
"Why didn't you just shoot the Son-of-a-Bitch across the lake just now?
You had a machine gun." Sammy gave Elmo the eagle eye stare.
"Professional satisfaction, my dear. Besides, I did not have a backup
plan, and you didn't shoot him when you had the chance." Elmo quipped at
them. "I would rather use my hands. Every shooting is just another
opportunity for the anti-gun media to rant about disarming the populace.
Take away our guns; then take away our freedom."
"What are you going to do with us, Elmo?" Cindy asked.
"Do to you? I will do nothing to you without your consent. Do for you?
Anything I can to help you. Backrub, food, warm clothes and warm bed, wild
sex on the floor, even a phone when conditions improve." Elmo winked at
them when he mentioned sex. "When your Mother has both feet on the floor,
her head erect, and both eyes looking forward, I will drive the three of
you wherever you ask me to go."
The girls said "Frizzy" and held their breath.
Once back out in the tool shed, Elmo relit the gas lamps, and extracted
the Stink Pad from its covering. "Does smell a bit like 4198 nitro powder,
maybe there is something to arm inside it." Elmo reached for his Torx bits.
The twins were searching the house. They found Elmo's ID, Mom's ID
(WOW!!!), several guns, lots of ammo and a friendly tomcat who liked to be
scratched. They decided that Elmo might be trusted, at least until Mom
woke up. The cat was fed with the food in the cabinet. He munched and
crunched, then curled up on Mom. Cindy found a copy of the Social
Register; the bookmark was placed on Shannon's page. They looked for Elmo
on a whim. He was listed many pages after their mother.
Elmo found nearly six ounces of orange plastic explosive, and several
tamper switches inside the case of the Stink Pad. All were then neatly
removed, and the case was reassembled. After coming out of standby, the
laptop was a gold mine of data. The desktop showed icons for a diary, an
organizational chart, an inventory program, spreadsheets, a plain text
password list (major no-no, Bill!) and a directory, locked, labeled "Dirt".
The icon that interested Elmo the most was "database search and xref".
Starting that application, Elmo entered "Frizzy" and hit the search button.
Entries appeared in the calendar, the diary, and personnel bios. Clicking
on the bio reference, a full report came up. A picture, vital stats,
psycho workup, the whole nine yards. Name: Jenny Murphy, 45, Super butch
dyke, life partner of Shannon McDonald (also hyperlinked), Scheduled for a
Givadictome September 21st. Cell phone # 314-707-7874. Legal guardian of
Cynthia and Samantha McDonald Missing in action.
"Wow, blow me away. This Butt Hole Bill dude had the details on
everything. What is the calendar entry?" Elmo chased that hyperlink with
the stink mouse, and was rewarded with an entry on a pair of Ketamine
equipped backpacks and a camping trip to the Porcupine Mountains starting
the next day. "Multiple backpacks? That hyperlink shows a radio beacon
and an immobilizer unit. She's going to be obtained by the bad guys.
Trying the hyperlink to Shannon, Elmo found an entry for her execution, the
sale of the twins, some info on her rape 17 years ago, and her location in
the complex; cell #1. A list with thumbnails of performance partners, Lisa
Murphy platinum blonde, Sharon Quest... Also there was a link to her
former FBI partner, Mark Chandler and a phone number, with email address.
The email was hyperlinked. This was getting fun, following the hyperlinks.
Elmo tried the entry for Lisa. "Lisa? Could this be the same Lisa?" Elmo
wondered aloud again. Lisa What a little bombshell. 5' 6" California
Highway Patrol officer. Obtained 03/10/2002. Fianc Tom Stafford, CHP
phone 714-743-7038... It even lists her eyeglass prescription and
turn-on's. The hyperlink to cell number 2 wanted an online connection, but
it also listed the location as both UTM coordinates and as a company name.
Anderson Associates, Land-O-Lakes Wisconsin. The street address was closer
to Eagle River, just off US45.
"Who is this Tom guy? I bet he would like to know where his honey is."
Elmo was forming a plan, and it needed outside help. He followed that
hyper link too. Tom Stafford, CHP, Godan in Kenpo, San Diego based. "Ok,
Tom lets see if you are home." Elmo winced as another thunderclap shook the
building. He switched the cell on and dialed.
"Officer Stafford here." Tom answered his cell promptly.
"Hello, Tom, my name is Elmo. This is an insecure link. I understand
you are looking for a petite platinum blonde named Lisa. She is another
CHP like yourself." Elmo measured his speech.
"You have my undivided attention, Elmo." Tom's voice was on edge.
"Lisa is alive, and is being kept by professional slavers in northern
Wisconsin, near the Michigan state line. There are four other women being
held with her in an underground dungeon. A quick look says they are all
law enforcement personnel. Another captive's name is Sharon Quest." Elmo
needed a breath.
"Yeah, right!" Tom thought he was being played again.
"On my honor as a Kenpo Shodan, I'm telling you the truth Tom. Lisa is
at 16 500200.0 North by 346000 West, UTM coordinates. Depth is -20 feet.
DO NOT contact the FBI directly, use state assets only. I'll call back
when I can get a better picture of her condition. You can trust one FBI
agent; Mark Chandler, his number is 707-345-2292. Mention the name of
Shannon McDonald. I've got to go. Good Luck!" Elmo was pressing his luck.
"Thank you, Elmo I'll look into this." Tom hung up his end. He was
elated at the tip, even if it sounded suspicious. People he had arrested
had given him blind alleys before. This could be another case of it.
Still, he had to hope something would break his direction.
"Murphy" Frizzy answered her cell on the fourth ring.
"Hello, I'm trying to reach someone named Frizzy. I'm calling on behalf
of two identical somebody's. Would that be you?" Elmo was firm and direct.
"Yes, this is Frizzy" Jenny replied feeling quite annoyed at being
interrupted from her box lunch at the Y. Her camping partner had arrived
not long before. They were in the Eagle River Motel, right on the river.
"Good, Jenny you need to listen to everything I have to say before
asking questions. Okay?" Elmo pressed that with a bit more volume.
"Okay, I'll bite." Jenny scowled at the phone. The deep voice became
hoarse.
"Seventeen years ago someone, I'll call Mr. X, raped Shannon McDonald.
This yielded the two identical somebody's I mentioned before. Both are
alive and well, and nearby. Three years ago Shannon was allegedly killed
in a car bombing while on a stakeout. A Mr. Y. filed the report. Nine
months ago the two somebody's were abducted. Mr. Y also filed the report.
Now Mr. Y has given you and your escort a pair of special backpacks. Two
backpacks with locator beacons in them, and another unannounced part. That
part is a Ketamine injection system. You should have a state police dog
sniff them. When the dog reacts, or sits down, you'll know that Mr. X and
Mr. Y are the same person, and you shouldn't go camping in the Porcupines.
Any Questions?" Elmo was not expecting the response he got.
"Just who the fuck put you up to this, chump?" Frizzy was frothing at
the mouth in rage. "What business is it of yours to go shitting on my
private activities? Shannon is DEAD! She was blown to bits too small to
pick up with a tweezers. Rigged back packs, my ASS!"
"Have the backpacks examined, Frizzy. You don't need to suffer like
Shannon has. And stop taking those pills; they are affecting your brain.
Goodbye." Elmo had had enough. He could lead the horse to water, but was
not about to make it drink.
"Vicious Bitch!" Elmo did not like her already.
"Okay, Mark Chandler, you are next. I think some extracts from Bill's
diary would be nice to send. Can I go online? Yes, there is a cable in
the pack from modem port to the phone. Activate the network connection and
wow, a secure tunnel to where ever it dialed." Elmo was getting into it.
At least Butt Hole Bill did not use Outleak Express to forward viruses.
Greetings Mark, Your former partner, Shannon McDonald and her twins are
alive, and safe for the time being. I've attempted to attach a few files
you might find interesting. The owner of this account, Butt Hole Bill
Andrews is dead. He chewed on a nitric acid filled butt plug meant for
Shannon this morning. Please don't disconnect this account. I may need it
to facilitate the rescue of at least five other women that Bill was holding
captive. You might hear from Tom Stafford, a CHP who is interested in one
woman in particular. Shannon was beaten very badly this morning, prior to
the execution attempt. Those four perpetrators will not get another chance
at it, I made sure of it.
The twins are clones of their Mom. They are watching her right now.
For now, they are in Watersmeet Township, Gogebic County, Michigan. I hope
you have an empty stomach when you see the attachments I've got for you.
Later, Elmo.
PS: check on one Abu Sayeef, and a boat on the Charles River. Try the
Wakefield office of the Michigan State Police." Quick and to the point, if
he reads it Elmo thought.
Attaching a small video clip of Butt Hole Bill's corpse, the org chart,
three days worth of diary entries, and a "stock" listing of current slaves,
Elmo hit send. Five minutes later, the deed was done. "Damned fast link!"
Elmo thought of the setup in his hands. He disconnected from the net. He
thought of visiting CNN, but battery life is a finite resource. He might
need it later.
Somewhere in International Falls, Minnesota, a frustrated and
downtrodden agent noticed a large email from his long time nemesis. "What
does that asshole want?" Mark said rather loudly.
"What kind of sick joke is this?" Mark continued as he read on. The 6
seconds of video showing Bill eating the butt plug got Mark's attention.
"A diary attachment?" Mark said aloud again. Another agent looked over the
cube wall, and shook his head. Word for Windoze popped up; it was an entry
on capturing Shannon. Another popped up, detailing the bogus transfer of
Mark out of state. Another appeared this one on the execution date, and
selling the twins.
"Hmmm... I was right all along. Shannon is alive, and with the twins
now. Who is Elmo? Who is Tom? What should I do now?" Mark had a lot to
do. He started by calling St. Louis, to the probate judge that was doing
Shannon's estate case. Next on his list was the Wakefield office.
"Cindy, how is your mom doing?" Elmo spoke as he shook the rain off
himself and closed the cabin door.
"She has not woken up, but has said "Lisa" a few times. Who is Lisa?"
Cindy looked puzzled.
"Lisa is another slave, held a few miles from here. She is a petite tow
headed CHP officer. Your mother was forced to perform with her and others
for Bill's amusement. Baradur is the name of the dungeon; it is just north
of Eagle River, about 45 minutes away by car." Elmo deadpanned the answer.
"And just how do you know so much, Elmo, if you are not friends with
Butt Hole Bill?" Sammy had a sarcastic tone to her voice, and had one hand
hidden.
"Bill left his laptop online to film Mom's execution. Do either of you
do Windoze? I'm a UNIX sort. I never got into Satanic Software products.
I can bring it in, but there are quite a few things on it I doubt you
really want to see." Elmo was apologetic.
"Such as...?" Cindy still didn't buy it.
"Video of the mornings execution attempt, complete with the beating and
horrible sounds. Other successful executions, memorable beatings, and
torture sessions, things Bill treasured. Not what I wanted to see before
cooking dinner." Elmo was concerned; those were nightmare materials.
"Does it show Bill eating his butt plug?" Cindy was still at it.
"Yes, it is very graphic." Elmo turned pale.
"Get it!" Sammy knew what she wanted, and that was to watch Bill die.
It would please her to no end, especially if he suffered a lot. Friends
may come and go; an enemy is forever.
"I don't think that is a good idea. I'll get the machine, but you
really don't want to watch that video. It is very, very horrible. I'll
take you to see the body in the morning. Is that a fair compromise?" Elmo
was back into father mode.
"How did you know to look for us? Mom certainly didn't tell you where
we were! You did have two extra life jackets handy when you came over.
Did you lose weight? You don't look as thick as before." The twins
bombarded Elmo with questions. He took the subject change for a yes
answer.
"I give up. Butt Hole Bill had a very loud mouth, he yakked at your
mother as a psych game. He said he was trading you two to a camel jockey
for a 12 year old and $500,000 in cash. The jockey was to pick you up from
across the lake at 14:00 today. Two Virgins at $250,000 each and a new
play toy in trade." Elmo watched closely at their body language. Sammy put
something away in the bedroom by Mom.
"Virgins? No way! Frizzy took care of that the week after mom was
killed in the car bomb. She used a 10" black strap on. At least she used
some lube. That bastard Anderson never did. Frizzy said we could grow up
faster knowing about what men wanted. Anything larger that 6" only comes
in black she said." Cindy looked sad. Sammy came and sat beside her on the
day bed, in the windowed corner of the room. The rain beat on the windows;
it smeared the outside world away.
"I have the feeling that none of your partners ever wanted to let you
enjoy sex. They never put you first, or made you cum until you asked them
to stop. Sex is a two way street. If your partner doesn't care enough to
please you, you should not be with that partner. Who you choose to have
sex with, and when, and where is entirely up to you." Elmo spoke of his
standard line for his daughters.
"Both Frizzy and Bill used us for their pleasure, and theirs alone. It
is better to give than receive they both said." Both twins looked downright
depressed.
"That really sucks. Hopefully, life will improve for you with your
mother back in the equation. Since it is rather hard to barbeque in the
rain, I think a lighter dinner is on order. Would either of you like a
backrub while we discuss something less depressing? I could rub some of
the stiffness out of your back, Cindy. I see you are a bit slow in moving
around. Come on into the north bedroom. Oh, that reminds me. Where do
you two want to sleep? The bunk beds, or in on the queen bed together?"
Elmo still had to manage the house.
"Top Bunk!" Cindy called first. Sammy stuck her tongue out at her
sibling.
"Spoil sport!" Sammy rejoined in jest.
"Alright, I can make them up for you." Elmo started for the chest of
drawers that contained all the bed clothes.
"No, we can do that. You make the queen bed up." Sammy bounced away to
get the sheets. Elmo noted that she had not asked where they were.
"Thank you ladies. I did not think your mother would be ready to travel
for several days. Maybe by Monday morning she would want to move about.
However, she will have to approve everything we do. At this point, I don't
think she has a clue. The blankets are in this wicker chest here." Elmo
pointed to the old chest at the foot of the queen bed. He didn't let on
about their knowledge of the cabin's contents.
"Why is mom in your bed? Is she going to sleep with you?" Sammy sounded
more positive now.
"My bed was the only bed available when I brought her in. Sleep is what
heals the best. When she wakes up, somebody needs to be there so she will
not wake up alone. Butt Hole Bill controlled his slaves in every possible
way. He deprived them of touch and comfort and companionship. Your mother
had an iron collar and shackles welded closed on her. I cut them off with
a power saw before I came to get you." Elmo relaxed on the bed. The girls
were seated on either side of him.
"We saw the marks on her. It did not take much imagination to guess
what they were from." Cindy looked at Elmo. Bill had threatened them with
collars before.
"When she wakes up, she will still think she is a slave, and Bill was
just taunting her again. Bill has done mock executions before. Some
executions your mother was forced to watch live. Now who is first?" Elmo
tried to steer the subject away from the darker issues.
"Why should we trust you?" Both twins asked at once.
"Trust me to do what? To not assault you like Bill? To make you cum
until you say stop? To do what I've said I would do? Or is it trust me to
not take advantage of your mother's condition?" Elmo looked puzzled; he
didn't know where this was going.
"Mainly to not assault us or Mom. To respect our wishes if we say No."
Cindy talked directly to Elmo.
"If I had wanted to, I'm more than capable of having my own way. You
have seen the results across the lake. However, I teach young ladies like
you the art of self-defense. I am a very firm believer in consent.
Forcing anyone to do otherwise is a major turn off. Sex, and sparring are
very much alike. They must be fun for all involved. This is exactly what
I tell my teen-aged daughters. Don't let someone force you to do something
you don't want to do, or don't like doing. I practice what I preach; I
will not force you to sit still for even a backrub, if you don't want to do
it. The other side of that question is why do I trust you two? If you
would just put your arms down here, Cindy." Elmo said as he started rubbing
a knotted muscle on her left shoulder. Elmo's trained hands soon had Cindy
directing him on where to rub.
"You two have had more than enough time to find the guns and ammo I keep
here. You could have done me in as early as the time you were unchained
across the lake. I handed Cindy the gun while yoyo committed suicide in
the shed. I trust you, apart from being listed in the Social Register,
because I see you as adults. You lived through Butt Hole's training camp;
you likely would have a sense of who is evil, and who is a friend. Hmmm...
that is just so tight. Here, put this pillow under your boobs, and relax
your neck more. Is that better?" Elmo went slow and easy on the rub.
Cindy melted into the mattress. Sammy watched just where Elmo was rubbing.
He had not gone near anything sensitive yet.
"Yeah, you do give a good rubdown." Cindy was limp and smiling.
"On to dinner then. I though a salad and rolls from the oven would be
enough. We'll save the tenderloin and Barnaise sauce for when you mother
is better able to enjoy it. Most of it is ready. I only need to cook and
slice the eggs, and preheat the oven for the rolls. When we start the
rolls, you can try to rouse you mother. Do not expect too much, and please
do not speak until she is aware of her surroundings." Elmo was emphatic on
the last part.
"Why is that, Elmo?" Sammy didn't understand; she didn't want to wait.
"We need to take small steps at first - no shocks. I wouldn't want her
to think you two were slaves too, driven here to torment her by Bill. Even
if you were at one point a slave for Bill. Royalty rules apply Think
before acting, only face forward to the subject, back out of the room.
Nonverbal signals count for a greater part of the message that we need to
send." Elmo sounded like a university professor. But it was true; the
subject had to feel elevated to come out of such an injury.
"Where did you two go to school before your "vacation"?" Elmo reached
out for small talk.
"MICDS." Sammy beamed out the answer.
"Hmmm... my alma mater. Then you might have known Larry Logan." Elmo
thought back 30 years.
"Yes, he was the head of the math department. He retired a few years
ago." Sammy was smirking. She remembered having to stand for a whole class
when she did not bring in her homework.
"Larry taught me to program. That was the same year I started Karate.
Oh, my grey hairs, do I feel old." Elmo really did feel old. The girls
giggled thinking about Elmo being taught by Mr. Logan.
"Are you ready to see if mom will join the living?" Elmo sounded upbeat.
Sammy had her backrub, head down to toes and back again. Both girls
enjoyed the rubdown session. Elmo had learned that art in college, staying
in the all-girls dorm as a bouncer.
"Yes!" The twins answered in unison again.
"Okay, let's go visiting. Stay on the other side of the bed for now and
please try to remain quiet." Elmo reminded them again.
Elmo reached for Shannon's hand. Taking it gently, checking the pulse,
he kissed it and spoke softly.
"Shannon, Shannon! Can you hear me? Shannon my queen, you are above
ground. You are free and safe. You can hear the thunderstorm, the rain.
Shannon, you are in a warm bed, the lights are on. Would you please open
your eyes and give us a smile? Shannon, it is dinnertime. The hardest
thing you will have to do today is simply to decide if you will dine with
us." Elmo kept holding her hand. A look of genuine concern stuck on his
brow.
"Master Butt Hole... No, that is a lie. You will only hit me again
Master!" Shannon's faint squeak hit the girls hard. They had heard their
dead mother actually respond.
"Shannon, my queen, feel my hand. Nobody here will hit you. We all
care about you. Here, feel your neck. There is no collar, no chains, and
no dog cage. Trust your senses, Shannon. You are free; your tormentors
are lying dead in the forest. May the wolves carry them off! Feel this...
a soft touch, not an iron collar." Elmo persisted in his calm even voice.
He was not making any progress in his self appointed quest.
"The good witch of the north, Glinda, has run out of ruby red slippers,
so we used emerald green socks instead. Just rub your feet together and
say, "I want to see my twins." Twice mind you, and they will appear here,
now, to wait on you hand and foot." Elmo flashed a Cheshire Cat grin, but
Shannon didn't move a bit.
"Master this is another trick." Shannon still didn't move.
"Has your collar ever been off before, Shannon? This is not a trick.
Please open your eyes and give us a smile. How can you see your twins over
here having three cows and a kitten between them, waiting for you to wake
up, if you don't open your eyes? I will not force you to do anything,
Shannon. Dinner will be ready soon. Cindy, Sammy, please keep your mother
company while I finish dinner." Elmo backed slowly out of the room.
Shannon still didn't move.
"Mom!" Both girls nearly screamed as they advanced in their long lost
mother. Oh, Mother we thought you were dead for so long. Please talk to
us! How do you feel?" Sammy took charge.
"Are you thirsty, do you need some aspirin?" Cindy was not about to be
out-competed for Mom's attention.
"It is so wonderful to have you back!" Sammy was slowly losing her smile
as she talked. Shannon was not present. She was either back asleep or
lost in space. Shannon did not respond to the girls at all.
"She really is in a heavy fog, isn't she, Elmo?" Cindy had left mom and
found Elmo in the kitchen.
"I'm no doctor, but I agree with you that she is not back in our reality
yet. Let her go to sleep. I hope that her mind will clear by the morning.
If not, I'll have to go for help somewhere." Elmo looked sympathetic. He
gave the young teen a hug, which she returned heartily.
"Mom's so out of it. She didn't recognize me!" Sammy was on the verge
of tears.
"Do not take it so hard, Sam, she'll pull through. Supper is ready!"
Elmo was ready to eat, but he gave the distraught girl a hug like her
sister had gotten. Sammy pulled a bit tighter to Elmo, and lingered a bit
longer.
"Why are you doing this for us? I mean you obviously risked your life
several times. You have taken in three complete strangers offhand. What
if we were really homicidal maniacs, and were just lacking our hockey
masks?" Sammy thought she had an advantage.
"There is a nice 36" full chipper Stihl chainsaw out in the tool shed,
Jason." Elmo was smug. If ever there was a saw that liked wood, that one
was it. Nothing bogged it down, not even wet elm trees. The girls had not
taken even the slightest offensive angle since they had seen Elmo. At
least no blatant actions he thought.
"First off, there is parental duty, and instinct. Protect, Defend, and
Provide. Something my Ex never got into her head. Then there is thirty
years of hard-core Kenpo honor to observe. As the Yaqui sorcerer said, you
have to fight the fight of the impeccable warrior. Have you read any
Castenada? Never run away from something that is your duty to perform. I
could not leave your mother to die, nor could I leave you two to rot in
camel land. Now that you are here, I'm bound to be a good host, and
provide for you until your mother can take over. Is that a sufficient
answer Sam?" Elmo looked pleased with his little speech. Like the riders
of Rohan, and the men of Gondor, he would do just what he said, or die
trying.
"What makes you so sure you could eat my pussy until I begged you to
stop? Frizzy couldn't make us cum." Cindy was calling in the bluff that
was offered in jest.
"Is that a challenge? When I was in graduate school, I had a girlfriend
that was a true nymphomaniac. She was dominant in bed, and insisted that I
learn to please her. I learned a lot of techniques. Any time, any way,
any hole, anywhere, Hollie was ready for sex. After two years, she left me
for another woman. That led to some very interesting three-way sex. I
still chat with her even today. We compare notes on children, and she
teases me mercilessly on what we used to do. I have never had better sex,
before or since. She really opened my horizons as far as dealing with sex
and partners. Her lezzy friend said I was a good lover. That is extra
ordinary, as she was totally butch." Elmo smiled and remembered...
"You would expect reciprocity from us, wouldn't you?" Cindy was not
letting go of it.
"Hey, that is up to you sweetheart. I'm not asking for either. I rate
oral sex a bit higher than many others. I can go for hours, rather than
minutes. My Ex didn't care for it at all." Elmo was sad thinking about
that failure. Sex stopped right after his youngest was born. She didn't
want any more children, so why should she bother with sex?
"So this is why you made up the other queen bed, just to seduce us!"
Sammy battled back into the conversation. She had that I ate the canary
look about her.
"Nope, sorry little sugar. If your mother woke up and wanted a room
with a lock on the INSIDE, this is the only one around." Elmo had her on
that score. He had joked about sex to show that nothing was taboo in the
cabin. He certainly never expected the twins to be forward and eager!
"Would you really do that for us?" Sammy was looking with wide eyes at
being treated as a grown up.
"Sure I would. Provided you keep this to yourselves. Sixteen is the
legal age in this state. I think you are old enough to decide." Elmo
thought it was time to call their bluff.
"What should I do?" asked Cindy.
"You can start by dropping the scrubs, and getting comfortable on the
bed. Sammy you can watch or help out. It's your call." Elmo thought they
would crash in flames at any second. He was wrong. Both girls dropped
their pants and climbed up on the bed.
"Feel free to direct me, Cindy. Harder or softer, faster or slower, I
can take directions and follow them. You will get the picture." Elmo
stopped talking and started looking. Hmmmmm... freshly shaved, clean
mid-teen pussy. How many years had it been? Small firm labia, a puffy
mons. Did old Elmo die and go to heaven? Nope. There was still a storm
outside, blowing and thundering. Elmo was not going to back down.
Clothing was optional at the cabin.
Starting at her neck, he worked his way slowly down to the breasts,
kissing and licking the interesting points along the way. Wonderfully firm
and soft globes these are. Equal attention being paid to both navel orange
sized breasts. Whisker burn the belly button. Savor the aroma of aroused
teenager. Long slow licks, bottom to top. Work outside to inside, hands
staying busy on the thighs. They moved up to the boobs in time to match a
spear to the moist cunt hole with a tongue. Lash that clit and move on,
never staying in one place for too long. Elmo could feel Cindy's thighs
tighten.
"Back there, right, harder!" Cindy guided Elmo's attention to the
correct spot.
"Nope... Not yet Lover." Elmo wanted the crest to be higher. That
meant waiting and using indirect attack. Long and slow licks again. Suck
in the whole mons, and then buzz saw the clit.
"EEEEEYYYYYYYOOOOOOOAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Cindy exploded in sweat and hard
breathing. Clutching Elmo by the hair she drove his face into her clit.
Elmo slowed the pace, and went back to the outside to inside pattern. He
speared the cunt again with his tongue. Dragging his fingers lightly
around her breasts, Elmo timed the motions to the beat of the rain on the
window.
"AHHH MMMMmmmmmmmm" Cindy arched again, panting. "Stop; enough!" Sammy
you have got to ride that tiger. Frizzy never was that slow or careful!"
"One down, one to go?" Elmo looked at Sammy, who was considering her
options.
"You do not have to try that if you don't want to." Elmo gave her
another chance to say no, but she wanted to keep up with her more inhibited
sister.
"Please do that to me too, Elmo!" Sammy adjusted up the bed some to make
room.
"Never refuse a damsel in distress, my father always told me." Elmo was
single again, wasn't he? He started on Sammy like her sister, slowly and
from the top. Make the girl want it. Chew lightly on the boobs; brush the
other with the fingers like a small hand groping for a meal. Swirl the
tongue around them; draw in cold air to make the nipple firm. Move down
slowly into the Promised Land. Pull, lick, slurp, using long slow licks.
Perineum to the fuzz, lick up, down, massage the thighs. Finger the boobs
and walk the fingers along the legs. Pulling her legs up onto his
shoulders, Elmo spread Samantha apart and concentrated on her vagina. Suck
and buzz saw. Slipping a finger into the wet honey, he probed deeply.
Oops, she tightened up. Different from her sister, yet still the same.
Spear, poke, and reach for that G spot.
"AYEEEE! AHHHHHMMMmmmm" Sammy wracked on the bed, legs closing together
hard.
"Hey, watch those thighs; I want my head still attached to my neck,
please!" Elmo knew he had scored a home run with that one. Going back to
the outside, Elmo worked broad gentle strokes until she tensed again, then
he hit the G spot a second time.
"AAHHHHHAAAAHHHHHHh Enough! You proved your point. Thank you!"
Samantha worked on catching her breath.
"You are most welcome. Come back again, when you want more." Elmo put
on his best face.
"What about you, don't you want something? You deserve it after that
performance!" Cindy was ready to go.
"Deserve? That is up to you to start something. I won't make demands.
If you are looking for eight inches, I suppose I could give it to you
twice." Elmo looked sheepish.
"Is he really that small?" Cindy didn't think that was right. A big
tough guy should have a rugged penis.
"For some, size is the only thing that matters. He is slightly below
average, but my nympho friend never complained. Unless it was that I
couldn't service her 10 times in one night." Elmo was not lying.
"Your girlfriend said that to you?" Sammy took more interest now.
"Yes, she always wanted more. I found that anal sex was my least
favorite way to please her, but she insisted on that too. If that is what
she wanted, I'd give it to her." Elmo smiled to himself again.
The twins thought about the butt fucking they got from Bill, and
silently agreed that Elmo had that one right. "What do you have for birth
control here?" Sammy asked.
"A Vasectomy." Elmo remembered he did it so his wife would not have to
keep taking the pill. Lots of good it did him then. It was just another
empty promise she made to him. Like shaving off his beard would earn him
kisses.
"I'll ride your cock, Elmo, Sam can ride your face again." Cindy was at
large, and in charge.
"Just don't expect me to last too long." Elmo warned them again.
"Then we'll just have to switch and do it again. Ten was your limit?"
Cindy giggled as the two positioned themselves face to face and began
kissing.
"Shit, 10 was at 22, not 44." Elmo muttered into Sammy's snatch.
"Shut up and eat, Elmo" was her reply.
"No resistance on the way in, squeeze and suck on the way out. Milk
that snake, honey!" Sammy encouraged her sister. Elmo did better than
three strokes, but less than three minutes.
"Perfect!" Cindy giggled. She pulled off and quickly switched with her
sister. The dollop of cum fell right into Elmo's mouth. She rocked back
and forth until she was sure he had the whole load in there. "What's good
for the Goose, is good for the Gander!" Elmo had been there before, Hollie
liked giving him a creampie shake. When Cindy rolled off him, Elmo rolled
over her and kissed her hard. Drooling the copious fluids into her willing
mouth, Elmo returned the favor. Samantha pushed Elmo out of the way, and
the two swapped cum for a while. "Salty, but it has a taste I like." Cindy
studied the flavor like a chef in the kitchen. Elmo was wiped out.
"You ladies have tired me out. I'm going to finish the dishes and go to
play on that laptop some more. Maybe I can use the information tomorrow."
Elmo began to get up to get dressed, but the girls held him down.
"Thank you Elmo for the rescue. And for the lessons too!" Proper young
ladies, those two Elmo thought.
The laptop still had lots of charge on it. There was a documentation
directory that detailed access into the various places Bill had been.
Baradur was there, a simple encoding for keypad entry. Other dungeons had
similar systems, no doubt, built by the Andersons. An online stock quote
system did not go to Dow Jones. It needed a cookie and a set of revolving,
one time only passwords. You could see into the slave cells, and fuck with
them remotely. Even speak to them with a mechanical voice. The plain text
password file was very long. There were multiple ones for Bill and his
group. Mostly they were variations on ButtHole. Stupid shit, never use an
easily guessed password. The storm had slowly degraded into a hard rain,
so the background noise level had dropped some. It was time to visit the
troops.
"Officer Stafford." Tom answered his phone again.
"Tom, this is Elmo again. I've obtained some better intelligence. What
is the score on your end?" Elmo didn't play around.
"Your given location is owned by some VERY influential and well
connected people." Tom started to make excuses.
"The Anderson brothers. Yes, I know. One of them is dead. The other
will be when I find him." Elmo was not boasting.
"Don't do anything stupid, Elmo. I'm having trouble getting a warrant
on just your word alone." Tom cut to the quick.
"What is your email? I can send you a URL and a cookie. You can show
the judge your girlfriend live on the cell's web cam. You can examine the
other "stock" they have on hand, or place an order for a custom dream
kitten. You can adjust the lights, change the temperature, voice a
message, and listen to the sounds in the cell, just about everything.
Would that help your case?" Elmo wanted to get the assistance.
"I don't know yet. It would help me personally. How would we get in,
if someone were to show up without knocking?" Tom took the ball and ran.
Maybe Elmo was an insider looking to even the score with a tough group.
"There is a coded keypad at every door. I'll attach the program and a
floor plan. No warrant is needed if the door is unlocked, now is there?
Elmo licked his lips. They were surprisingly dry, even if his palms were
not.
"Why are you helping me?" Tom asked.
"What is a Shodan to do? Run away from a duty call?" Elmo said flatly.
"Who else have you informed of this dungeon in the woods?" Tom crossing
the "T's" and dotting the "I's".
"Just Mark Chandler, did that by email too. He was a partner to one of
the former captives. Distantly related parts were relayed to the local
State police office." Elmo had to be careful of what he said. Making
something up here could blow the whole deal. Telling too much would do the
same.
Several hours before, at a road block just west of US2 and US45 the
police bagged a big grey limo. The driver had a MAC-10, suppressed. The
lone rider tried to dodge the inspection by waving a diplomatic passport
and shrieking threats at the officer. Lt. Lightfeather was unimpressed.
While his fellow officers stood with guns drawn, he looked inside and found
the ashtray switch right away. The scared, cold and gagged little girl was
trussed up, and filled with various plugs and vibrators. $500,000 was
found in large bills in the trunk. The C.I. had the info bang on the
money. Senator Snort was called right from inside the limo on the
officer's cell phone. The State Department would hear about Abu and his
driver, someday they might even get to question them. If they could speak
by then, that is. The cells in Wakefield were no Aladdin's palace. Mark
knew of the bust. He figured who the informant was, but didn't offer a
guess to the officer there. With the girl released, the Chief contacted
another asset in Boston. It was a simple matter to gain access to the
yacht, since the staff on board didn't want acute lead poisoning. The
hidden chamber of secrets down in the bilges held three other young women.
The yacht would bring a small fortune when it was auctioned off.
Mark Chandler had not told Tom much, but he was able to provide some
local muscle. Shannon was not mentioned. Tom warned Elmo again: "You are
walking a very fine line, Elmo. Don't screw it up."
"I have not done anything a jury of my peers would convict me for.
Besides, coming to the aid of law a enforcement officer still counts for
much around here." Elmo was right. Those locals in Gogebic County didn't
like outsiders, especially non-tax paying ones. Someone who put an
outsider in their place was a welcome friend anytime.
"You have a point. My email is <a
href="mailto:Tom.Stafford@SanDiego.chp.ca.gov">Tom.Stafford@SanDiego.chp.ca
.gov</a>. I'll be waiting." Tom would be waiting too.
"I'll send it now. Good luck, Tom. Hajimee!" Elmo hung up the line and
dialed up again. He sent the passwords, all the cookies, the URL and the
encoder for the doors. The floor plan was a simple .jpg file. It finished
in 30 seconds. Shutting down the machine, he brought it back to the cabin,
and hopped into bed beside Shannon. The girls came in to say goodnight.
"My door is open; I'll leave the light on in case your mother wakes up.
I've left the laptop out on the chest. Use it if you really want to.
Nighty-Night." Elmo usually could not sleep with the lights on, but worn
out as he was by the girls and the excitement, he dropped right off.
"AAAHHHH!!!! Stop! No MORE! PLEASE DON"T HIT ME AGAIN!
AAAHHRRRGGGHHHHH!" Shannon was having a nightmare.
Introduce several CC's of adrenaline, and stir well. "Shannon, you are
okay, you are having a nightmare. Nobody here is hitting you. Wake up,
Shannon. The lights are on; you can see that you are safe and above
ground. Open your eyes, my queen." Elmo tried hard to sound soft and
soothing. The wakeup call had him buzzing. At that same instant, the
twins appeared, fire in their eyes, *SHARP* knives in their hands.
"Shannon, it is okay. You are in a soft warm bed. No dog cage or
beatings here. Feel the sheets and the bed around you. Feel your neck,
there is no collar anymore. You can tell that is true. Open your eyes;
you can see who is here. Everyone here cares a lot about you. Please,
Shannon, take a breath and relax." Elmo gave his most evil look to the
twins "Put those away please, ladies. Come here and help please!" Elmo
needed the assistance.
"Shannon, what do you feel, Shannon? You can talk now, whenever and
however you wish. You are your own master now, my queen. Please talk to
me Shannon, I promise I do not bite or hit." Elmo pleaded.
Shannon was still breathing hard, curled into a fetal ball, Elmo gave
her hand another squeeze and a light kiss. "Please Shannon, relax just a
little? Oh pretty please with a cherry on top?" Elmo was laying it down
rather thickly. The twins stifled a giggle. "My queen, your tormentors
are dead, they cannot hurt you anymore. Listen to the storm outside; hear
the rain on the roof, the thunder rolling down the valley of the lake.
Please talk to me Shannon." Elmo was still worried.
"Master who are you?" Shannon's voice was just above a whisper, barely
above the noise of the rain.
"Thank you my queen! I am your humble servant Elmo Sizorbil. I am not
your master; you are your own master once again. You are in my cabin deep
in the Ottawa National forest, not far from where I found you. Are you in
pain? I have Ibuprofen, Aspirin, Darvon, Morphine, Acetaminophen, Pink
Lemonade and Peanut Butter and Jellies." Elmo rattled off his stores list.
"Yes." Shannon answered. She didn't use "Master", she waited for the
blow, but it did not come.
"Yes, to what Shannon? Pain medicine or the lemonade and PBJ?" Elmo was
greatly relieved.
"Both." She squeaked, still tucked into a ball. That was twice she
addressed someone without using the formal title that was beaten into her.
Still there was not even the sound of a beating in the works.
"Shannon, here is the lemonade, sitting beside you in a sports cup, with
a straw. You are not alone here; you are still wearing your emerald green
socks." Elmo glanced at the twins, who flashed huge smiles back to him.
"The ones that when you rub them together, your daughters will appear to
wait on you hand and foot." Elmo queued the twins with a nod.
"Mom!" The twins said together.
"Slowly!" Elmo motioned with both hands to slow it down.
"We missed you so!" Cindy said softly. Shannon tucked tighter into her
ball.
"Shannon, come back to us. We all love you. Everyone here is free.
Open your eyes please, trust your senses. I'll go get you a Darvon.
Please talk to your twins; they are beside themselves worrying about you
for the past day. Please my queen!" Elmo pleaded before he left to get his
supplies.
"No, this isn't real. I'm dreaming again. No! No! No!" Shannon was
shaking. She hid behind her arms clenching her teeth; waiting for the
blows she knew were coming.
"Mom, this is real, you are above ground. Elmo did take you from Butt
Hole Bill. He has been very thoughtful and treated all of us well." Sammy
talked as she held her mother's hand.
"He is in the S. R. too!" Cindy's voice rose as she spoke. She was
confident that Mom was back among the living.
It dawned on Shannon that she was safe. The Social Register, her
daughter's voice, the sounds and feels of the world rushed into Shannon's
mind like a 500 watt halogen floodlight. "Cindy, my little Cindy, you are
not so little anymore. All grown up! How long has it been?" Shannon
announced her return to this reality.
"Three years, one month, Mom!" Cindy was full of tears, cascading down
her face.
"I can't see you that well without my glasses. Sam, how did you get
that black eye? Have you been fighting with your sister again?" Shannon's
voice rose as she spoke, gaining volume and substance.
"The same way you did, Mom, from one of Butt Hole's thugs." Sammy
sounded depressed again.
"He had you too? Oh, my poor darlings!" Shannon was near tears herself.
"Did is correct. Elmo fixed that too. Who is Lisa, Mom?" Sammy cleared
up, and looked vindictive. She would make somebody pay for their
suffering.
"Lisa? How do you know about Lisa? Lisa is a friend I made at
Baradur." Shannon sounded distant in her reply.
"We think Elmo has something going with her and the other captives, some
kind of commando rescue thing." Cindy started explaining.
"He is a black belt in karate; he has lots of guns here. He asked us
not to play with them, but they are out and loaded. He killed the thug
that gave me my black eye with just his hands!" Sammy finished the details.
So much to say, and such a different place to say it in.
"Here is your Darvon, and a fresh PBJ. Feeling better now my queen?
Need to use the bathroom? I can carry you if you need assistance." Elmo
carried on in a low voice.
"We can help Mom. We thought when mom screamed that Elmo had done
something evil to mom, in here sleeping with you." Sammy looked guilty and
shifted her feet.
"No, it was a dream. It was quite nice to have the company when I woke
up. Being able to talk first, and not say "Master" all the time. That is
a bonus all in itself! Elmo certainly is level headed. What kind of
training have you had?" Shannon was clearly back.
"Not enough for this occasion, my queen. There is one very hard
decision for you to make, now that you are back with us in the here and
now. Where do you want to finish sleeping tonight? I have another bedroom,
close to the twins, that has a lock on the inside. You two have seen it.
Or you can remain with me, with the light on. I could give you a back rub
if you want. Oops, that's two decisions." Elmo looked embarrassed.
"I'll take the company for now, and the back rub. Just lying here is
enough, thank you for the food and drink. How did you know about the PBJ?"
Shannon propped herself up a bit more on the pillows.
"You talk in your sleep, Shannon." Elmo smiled at her. He could tell
that Shannon was rapidly depleting the energy she had left.
"Good night, girls. Sleep tight." Shannon was a mother again.
"Remember Elmo about going to see what is left of Butt Hole in the
morning!" Sammy said as the two marched out the door.
"Yes, I remember Sam." Elmo sighed as he climbed back into bed and laid
hands on Shannon.
"Where are you going with my daughter?" Shannon asked, the Inquisition
had returned.
"About one half a mile west, up the hill there, to the clearing where
Butt Hole Bill almost succeeded in giving you the Blue Butt Plug of death.
She had wanted to see the video Bill took of it, but I didn't think that
was appropriate." Elmo made direct eye contact with Shannon.
"What are you doing for Lisa and the others?" Shannon went full bore in
the quest.
"Hmmm... Your twins are out and about, and very perceptive. I do not
have the resources for a direct assault on Baradur, even if Sauron has
fallen." Elmo chose his words carefully again.
"What? No Elven army to back you up?" Shannon smiled at the reference.
Maybe Elmo was well read. He was already ahead in the score, at least in
her book.
"No, I have just one Eagle as a lookout, and myself. Whatever else I
have cooking, I choose not to discuss as yet." Elmo was firm in his dodge.
"My primary objective is to keep the three of you safe. Once I get you
into town, and get some blue uniforms around, then other opportunities may
arise. Be forewarned, Shannon, I snore." Elmo grinned at her. "When you
are ready, I'll drive the three of you wherever you want to go."
Elmo had started to lose it. You are NOT allowed to become involved
with those that you rescue. DANGER Will Robinson, DANGER! DANGER!
Kathunk! A sheen of white terror overtook Shannon's face.
"Shannon, relax, that is just my tom cat, Tootles, dropping in from the
attic." Elmo was reassuring.
"Slowly turning towards the sound, she saw the blurry outline of the
cat. "He looks like my cat, Odysseus." Shannon started to drift off.
With a light squeeze on her hand, he rubbed Shannon around the edges for
a while. Shannon was soon back in dreamland. Elmo tried to suppress the
adrenaline and go back to sleep too. At least an hour past before Elmo
drifted off himself.
In the morning, Shannon was awake at first light. She found the remains
of the lemonade, and drained it. Elmo lightly caressed her hand. Shannon
returned the attention with a solid hug. "You are a gentleman, Elmo.
Thank you for helping us like this." Shannon was serious.
"When you decide you can move about, the twins can show you around the
cabin. There is a toothbrush waiting for you too. If you are cold, there
are warm things on the coat rack just over there. What would you like for
breakfast? I'm not a gourmet cook mind you." Elmo paused, waiting for the
response, but at that time, Sammy pounced in, dressed and ready for her
woodland walk.
"I heard you two up. How soon will you be ready to go up the hill?"
Sammy wanted to go NOW!
"I've got to get dressed first, please keep your mother company while I
visit the outhouse and get ready. You can use those boots to keep your
feet dry out there. It is going to be wet, wet, wet." Elmo kissed
Shannon's hand and backed out of the room. He was thinking of Thing one,
and Thing Two on that cold, cold wet day.
Elmo made his pit stops, brushed his teeth, and then went outside to hit
the picture windowed outhouse (Why stare are a wall, when the lake is
there?), then the tool shed to gather the vest, and more powerful weapons.
Sammy was waiting at the door. The two traveled up the hill, found the
logging road, and quietly moved to the section line. Elmo thrust out his
hand to stop Samantha. She looked back at him like he was just trying for
a quick grope.
"See the color beside those bushes? That was not there yesterday when I
carried your Mom out. Wait here, and use this if you need to." Elmo handed
her the .380. He crept forward, watching for movement. There was nothing
moving but insect life on the floor of the forest. He motioned for Sammy
to come forward.
"These three bodies were not here yesterday. They are still warm. It
looks like these three tangled with that hornet nest. See the dent on its
cone? Stay well away from it." Elmo noticed that Sammy was not keen on
getting stung.
"Ho, the other Anderson twin; Ha Ha! Shithead, you lose!" Elmo was
gleeful. "Butt Hole is over there, to the right. The others are close to
the vehicles. So pursuit was close at hand. The eagle knew it." Elmo saw
Sammy was not listening.
"Ewe, yuck! That is just plain gross. That bastard deserved to
suffer." Sammy was pleased that Butt Hole died the way he did.
"What did Dry Dick Anderson leave for us? Hmmm... another laptop, a
GPS with MY coordinates in the destination field. Shit, he was tracking
us. We had better go, Sammy. We need to find a phone and call Wakefield."
Elmo was heading back to camp. The laptop had ratted him out. How did
each laptop know about the other?
"Who is Wakefield?" Sammy showed her natural curiosity.
"Wakefield is the headquarters for the State Police in this county.
It's about 70 miles away. Are you satisfied with the state of Butt Hole
and company?" Elmo queried the teen.
"Yes, that was the motherfucker. No more deep throating that shit
covered monster." Sammy looked disgusted with the taste in her mouth.
"We will check in, and eat. Then we will go for a boat ride to find
that phone." Elmo trudged down the path back to the cabin.
"What did you see?" Cindy and Shannon were in the living room when the
two returned. The Mini-14 was out and leaning against the fireplace.
Somebody did not want to take any chances.
"Butt Hole Bill was in two parts. Nose up, and shoulders down. Other
than air, there was nothing in between. I recognized the two Andersons,
and two of their thugs. The two other thugs in suits I did not know."
Sammy was delighted to make the report.
"What is for breakfast, Elmo?" Shannon inquired.
"My queen, the menu lists eggs and cinnamon toast this morning, grape
juice, lemonade or 2%. Did you find the toothbrush?" Elmo bowed low after
reciting the meal choices.
"I like mine fried, sunny side up, and I'll take the grape juice,
please." Shannon was feeling hungry. A real meal was something she had not
been given in a very long time. The toothbrush was a luxury beyond dreams.
"We'll take scrambled, Elmo if you please." Cindy said, but the stove
was already setup for cooking both dishes.
"We were pursued yesterday. Evidently the bad guys know where we are,
they had our GPS coordinates. It does appear that a biological weapon did
in the three of them who were coming this way. My queen; might I suggest
coffee and a shower. You will find your 9mm in the bedroom cabinet. Ammo
is in the lockers on the floor there." Elmo talked while he cooked.
"Sam and I are going across the lake to the land lines. We'll tell the
State Police about the bodies. They should be a help to anyone wanting to
visit Baradur." Elmo finished his eggs and started cleaning up.
Shannon fixed Elmo with her glare and frowned.
"If you want Sam to stay here, that is fine with me." Elmo thought he
had stepped on a toe.
"No, that is not what I was thinking." Shannon didn't finish explaining
in front of the twins.
The boat needed serious bailing. While Elmo was pouring out one of the
last buckets, Sam noticed activity on the other side of the lake. Blue
uniforms out on the white plastic pier.
"Why would the police be across the lake? Isn't that where we came from
yesterday?" Sam clearly was a smart cookie.
"Yes, that is where you two were. Maybe someone found yoyo and reported
it." Elmo didn't say he reported the destination of the limo.
The two approached the official frenzy from the north, slowing the boat
and killing the engine. A darker complexioned officer, with stripes
shouted out to them.
"Do you need something, sir?" Lt. Lightfeather surveyed the two in the
boat. Rubber Necker's he thought.
"Yes sir, officer. I have several things to report, likely related to
your being here. I was just on the way over to that black A-frame there to
call Wakefield." Elmo spoke loudly, even though the distance was down to
about 20 feet now.
"What is your name, sir?" Lt. Lightfeather got a better look at them,
and took out his notepad.
"I am Elmo Sizorbil, S-I-Z-O-R-B-I-L. I own some property across the
lake, over there." Elmo replied.
"And who is this with the black eye?" Lt. Lightfeather pressed his
questions.
"I am Samantha McDonald." Sammy spoke to match the officer's tone.
"What is this you need to report? We are very busy here." Lt.
Lightfeather still thought the pair was just getting a better look at the
search underway.
"On Saturday morning I saw a red truck, a dodge ram I think, 4 wheel
drive type with an extend-a-cab here. There were three Caucasian males,
bearing suppressed MAC-10's, unloading brown packages into a bunker off to
your right. They looked about 10 kilo packages. They didn't want company.
Two were in Pendelton long sleeves, one was in a suit." Elmo recalled the
details of his spin around the lake.
"I see a septic tank." Lt. Lightfeather dismissed it.
"It is a bunker. The top slides to the west under power." Elmo added,
sensing the Police wanted more details.
"Is that all?" Lt. Lightfeather really wanted to get back to work, not
banter with locals.
"No, less than an hour ago Sam and I were walking the section line, west
of the lake. We came upon a similar truck, and a number of bodies. Three
of them were still warm." Elmo dropped the nuke and watched.
"One of them was missing his neck and jaw. It was really gross!" Sammy
put on her best valley girl accent.
The trooper moved out further onto the pier to get closer. The forward
motion of the boat had already taken the pair to within and arms reach of
the pier. At that moment, some really stupid fish, which looked like a 2
pound smallmouth, flopped out of the water and landed in the boat. Sammy
jumped, startled. The fish floundered on the boat bottom. Elmo reached
down to collect the fish as the eagle screamed and dived from its circling,
way above the trio.
"EEEEScreeeee!!" The eagle announced.
Elmo tossed the fish higher than he would normally have to release such
a critter. The eagle picked the fish out of the air, right in front of the
officer, and winged off with it.
"Scree, Scree!" The eagle headed back south.
"We are slightly more even, my friend." Elmo said to the bird.
"That is a sign, no doubt about it. How do we get to these bodies,
sir?" Lt. Lightfeather was urgent in his request.
"Take old US2 west past the main road. The fire number is E22725. You
might need a flame wrench or a saws-all. The gate is substantial if it is
locked. About two miles in the road will take a left, and a graded path
will fork right. That is the section line. Back up 30 feet and follow the
trail to the left. You should be able to see the truck from there." Elmo
said.
"You know this area well." Lt. Lightfeather changed his mind about the
rubber neckers.
"I grew up here. Every summer I lived up at the cabin in these woods."
Elmo was proud to be there.
"You also seem to know the eagle." Lt. Lightfeather reflected a bit of
awe over the relationship, and what he had seen.
"A pair of eagles has always been on the lake. The osprey visits once
in a while." Elmo showed he watched the lake too.
"Thank you Mr. Sizorbil. We will check it out and stop by to see you
later today." Lt. Lightfeather stepped back from the water. He had his
radio in his hand.
"Fine, we'll be over there. E3360 is the fire number. Left at the fork
by the gates." Elmo waved and started the jet again.
Once back at camp, Sam recounted the fish story. It was a 14" fish now,
Elmo thought closer to 10". Shannon, clean and sweet smelling, had retired
back to the bedroom.
"Why do you call me 'My queen'?" Shannon queried.
"I call you that because you should be treated like royalty. Besides,
we have not been properly introduced yet." Elmo mocked an aristocratic air.
"Would it be okay if I took the twins outside to practice some with the
house guns? It might prove useful." Elmo tested Shannon with the question.
Shannon gave Elmo a knowing look, then nodded in assent. After the
usual morning chores Elmo and Cindy headed out back to the shooting range.
Twenty five feet, metal plate backstop, and a large hillside behind that.
The shooting stand was just off the road side. Elmo setup the equipment on
the stand, and went over the range rules. Ear muffs, shooting glasses, the
9mm, .380, .357 (smith, 686 10") and the Mini-14. The MAC-10 was kept
hidden but accessible inside with the others, just in case.
"Start with the .380, Cindy. Watch how high your back hand rides on the
handle. That slide will cut you on the web of your hand." Elmo thought he
was addressing a novice.
Blam! A near miss. Blam! A hit. Blam! Another hit. Blam! Blam!
Blam! Cindy drilled the target in a nice tight pattern.
"I've been sand bagged by a girl!' Elmo hit the side of his head in a
false show of dismay.
"Good work, Cindy. Try the Smith this time; it has a bit more kick."
Elmo was ready this time.
WHAM! A miss to the left, but not by much. WHAM! Hit! WHAM! WHAM!
WHAM!
"You don't need any practice Cindy. You are better than me." Cindy
smiled and put down the .357. She picked up the mini.
"Watch the slide on you lead hand, Cindy." Elmo warned her.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The echo was loud too, coming off the other side of
the lake. The target had plenty of ventilation holes in it.
"CEASE FIRE!" Elmo bellowed.
"What did I do wrong, Elmo?" Cindy looked like she was in trouble.
"Nothing, my dear. There are two State Police, guns drawn, coming down
the road. Please set the gun down, and back up from the stand two steps.
Let them see your empty hands." Elmo had been watching Cops on Fox.
The police looked them over carefully. Seeing the stand, the targets,
and the backstop, they holstered their side arms.
"Mr. Sizorbil, I see you are getting in some target practice." Lt.
Lightfeather said as he looked at Cindy.
"Yes, sir. I mistakenly thought the girls needed the work." Elmo smiled
at the humor.
"Girls? What happened to the black eye, Miss?" Lt. Lightfeather
fingered his gun. His partner moved off to the side.
"Oh, that was Sammy, my twin. She is inside with Mom." Cindy looked
pleased.
"Just who else is here with you, Mr. Sizorbil?" The other officer asked
the question.
"The twins, their mother, myself, and my cat, sir." Elmo gave a straight
answer.
"You gave us quite a scare with the shooting. 49 49." The other officer
called in his radio. "The shots are a local and a minor having target
practice on a range. Cancel call for backup."
"Who is your mother?" Lt. Lightfeather asked Cindy.
"Shannon McDonald. She is an FBI agent." Cindy knew how to drop bombs
too.
"Could we see your ID's please?" The other officer was going about his
duty.
"Sure. Mine is inside, along with her mother's. Should I get it?" Elmo
wanted to head off a full scale inspection.
"Cindy, could you get my wallet, it is inside in the cabinet, next to
your mother's ID folder. Please?" Elmo tacked on as he motioned for Cindy
to go.
Samantha returned bearing the wallet and the badge.
"How did you get that eye, young lady?" The officer asked.
"Ah, it was a domestic dispute sir." Sam answered straight.
"Did he do that, or did your mother?" Lt. Lightfeather gave an evil eye
look.
"Oh, no sir! I had this before I came here." Sam back pedaled.
"How long have you been here?" The other officer asked, making notes in
his pad.
"Several days now." Sam answered right back.
"Can I see your mom too, please?" Lt. Lightfeather wanted all the
stories.
"No. She is in bed, and is not feeling well. I'd rather you not
disturb her just yet." Elmo took a defensive stand.
"And what else don't you want me to see?" Lt. Lightfeather shifted back
to his holster.
"Mom also had a problem with this dispute. I've been asked to look
after these ladies for several days until it settles. I am further
enjoined from discussing any security arrangements or particulars in this
case. If you absolutely insist on seeing Ms. McDonald, I can escort you,
alone, inside to see her." Elmo offered the compromise.
"That would be acceptable, proceed." Lt. Lightfeather said.
Cindy had taken up a station on a chair beside her sleeping mother. In
her lap she had the other 9mm, Shannon's service pistol. The trooper came
in quietly, and watched the two for several minutes. Seeing Shannon had a
matching black eye and general run down but clean condition he backed out
of the room.
"I am satisfied that the woman matches her ID, and that you are well
protected. From what, I do not yet know. How did these women get her? I
see only one car." Lt Lightfeather had lots of questions to ask.
"I'm not permitted to discuss that, sir." Elmo stonewalled the officer.
"There were three FBI agents in the pile of bodies out west. Are you
the same Elmo Sizorbil that reported a grey limo and a kidnapping?" Elmo
knew the cat was out of the bag.
"That depends on if the preteen was present and unharmed." Elmo said yes
and no at the same time.
"I will not comment on that. I will say that if the eagle trusts you to
hand feed it, and these girls feel safe toting guns about your cabin, then
I'll trust your word at this point in time. When will you be available if
we have more questions?" Lt. Lightfeather tossed the bone back out on the
table.
"Try tomorrow afternoon. We should be back from town then." Elmo said.
"We'll be by to chat." The officer went off to his partner to confer.
"Is it alright for Sam here to continue killing communist backstops?"
Elmo was ready to push his luck.
"Sure, we'll call in, and then watch for a bit." The other officer was
sure to watch Samantha alright; he had already been doing it.
"49 49. F.I.R. Completed, the locals intend to resume target practice.
We are returning to the homicide scene." The officer said.
"Alright Sam, your sister made a monkey out of me. Start with the .380,
release the safety and proceed." Elmo was ready for a good shot. He was
not disappointed.
Blam! Blam! Blam! Three direct hits in the target.
"Seen enough?" Elmo asked Lt. Lightfeather.
"Yes, she can shoot." Lightfeather replied and headed back down the road
to the car they had abandoned before they heard the gunfire.
"What did you tell the other officer?" Elmo wanted to compare stories.
"Not much, we have been here two days and that I was not to talk about
who gave me or mom the black eyes. We live in St. Louis, and we trust you
to take care of us and Mom." Sammy had covered it well.
"They will compare notes, I'm sure. I don't think the Indian is one to
worry us for now. He is no Menominee local, his accent is wrong for that."
Elmo was no great judge of ethnic background; but there were some things
even he could not miss.
Back out on the left coast, Tom had been extra busy. Taking his State
Issue Dell to the judge, he set Netscape onto the "Stock" URL and started
trying passwords. The first had expired. The second unlocked the applet
and the main page popped up. There was Lisa, in cell #2. The judge saw it
too. Clicking on her icon, Tom was rewarded with her vital stats, a live
close-up, a sound channel, and current conditions in the cell. The current
cell temperature is 62 degrees. Last service was 37 hours ago. The cell
temperature slider was visible, and a text to voice field was blinking.
"What can I do?" The judge asked.
"We can start by running the heat up. Let's try 82. And let's give the
voice widget a try too." Tom was eager to do something.
"Leez, this is Tom. I can see you; hold on, I'm coming for you." Tom
clicked the send button.
Lisa flinched as the voice came overhead. The two spectators heard the
stiff mechanical voice drone out its message from across the continent, and
into the judge's chambers.
"Tee, help us!" Lisa pleaded. She didn't dare to say more.
"I'm on the way. I love you." Tom sent back. Lingering on the image
for a while, the judge asked "Who else is in this prison?"
They paged back and did several print screens.
"You have your search warrants, and arrest warrants for any and every
person on the premises. You have a blanket warrant for everyone on that
Org chart too. What about your C.I., Elmo. Is he involved in this? The
judge wanted everyone involved put into the meat grinder, and fed to the
local cats and dogs.
"The Michigan State Police had his name, and a location. Seems he
turned in a Jordanian that was transporting a preteen kidnap victim across
state lines. I found his web page, and his dojo from there. I called his
head of studio. He is a Shodan, and does instruct sparring classes. He is
not on the payroll, but is liked by the staff. He was the master
instructors sparring partner for many years. I think it is likely he can
defend himself in a pinch. All his info checks out so far. I hope he will
call back." Tom was fidgeting, he wanted to go NOW!
"Fine, Tom. Your father's Lear jet is waiting. Here are the signed
warrants. Get going, bring my daughter back safely." The federal judge was
tight faced. Nice to have friends in high places, too!
"Yes, sir!" Tom departed quickly.
At the Wakefield branch, Lt. Lightfeather was going over the paperwork
for the day. Special Agent Fred Jones was there to oversee the artifacts
and evidence that was collected at the scene. More Blue Butt Plugs,
MAC-10's with suppressors, more packages with cash inside. The evidence
from the Sayeef arrest was another pile altogether. Close to a million in
cash just sitting in the evidence locker.
"You talked to this informant several times today, Lieutenant?" Agent
Jones queried.
"Yes, a different sort of fellow. Something peculiar is happening at
that lake. While I was taking the report in the morning, a fish jumped
into his boat. He threw the fish back, and an eagle bagged it in mid-air.
He said something about getting even." Lightfeather stopped shuffling
paperwork to see the look on Agent Jones' face.
"He had houseguests too. He would not say how they arrived or who gave
them their black eyes. No comment on where they came from or how long they
were staying. The twins were extremely good looking. They looked just
like their mother in fact. They said their names as Cynthia and Samantha
McDonald from St. Louis. Mom is Shannon McDonald, an FBI Agent too. Do
you know her?" Lightfeather was just plodding along with his speech. His
mind was not quite so slow.
Agent Jones dropped his coffee mug. It shattered on the floor and made
a mess. The light turned on in the Indian's head. There was the reason
for Elmo's keeping quiet. He began to think he might have made a mistake
in talking.
"Shannon McDonald Alive? Did you see her?" Agent Jones was breathing
hard.
"Yes, I said the twins look just like her. Why the interest in the
woman?" Lt. Lightfeather knew the jackpot chime was starting to ring.
"Shannon was thought to be killed in a mob related car bombing three
years ago. The twins disappeared over nine months ago. Not even a trace
of them. Are you sure those are the women you saw?" Agent Jones was almost
shouting.
"Yes, very sure. We watched one of the girls shooting on the local's
range. A very good shot for a young lady. It looked like she had done it
before." Lt. Lightfeather could not resist pushing this agent's button.
"Holy Shit! I've got to call Mark Chandler. He was Shannon's partner
for years. This was at Taylor Lake where the others were found?" Jones was
completely ballistic.
"Yes, right on the lake. You think there is a connection between the
homicides and the women?" Lightfoot queried. A domestic dispute, really
now...
"A million dollar connection!" Jones was already looking up the number
he wanted to dial.
"Mark This is Agent Fred Jones, Duluth office. I have an eye witness
that states he saw Shannon McDonald and the twins ALIVE, 70 miles south of
Wakefield Michigan today." Jones barked into the phone.
"That is old news, Fred, but thank you for the confirmation. Someone by
the name of Elmo reported it to me." Mark responded.
"The location I didn't have exactly, but the news I had. Thank you for
calling." Mark had a destination now.
"How long have YOU known?" Jones had the air let out of both front
tires. This Elmo guy was better connected than he thought. A mob
connection?
"I found out Saturday afternoon by email. I understand Bill Andrews is
dead too. Some kind of acid bath I hear." Mark wanted more info, not to
keep talking.
"We must talk to this Sizorbil character." Jones was ready to drive
south on the spot.
"Not for at least 24 more hours, please." Mark applied the brakes hard.
"Why not for a day? You want this Elmo to have these women alone in the
woods for another whole day? Is something cooking?" Jones was suspicious
now. Lt. Lightfeather had already put two and two together.
"Where exactly is this place? How do I get there?" Mark was back to
getting information.
"US45 to old US2. Then east about 10 miles. The road is E3360." Jones
read the sheet out loud. "What should I do on this end?"
"Post a guard on his road. Do NOT bother him. Beware of red trucks!"
Mark knew that would get Jones's goat.
"Done!" Jones said, and hung up. Mark still had several calls to make.
The probate judge wanted an eyewitness before canceling the pending
transactions. Mark wanted the Portland property cleaned, stocked, and
ready for its rightful occupants. He was going to take care of Shannon,
even from this distance. He made some other calls too.
"Ready for Dinner, Mom?" Cindy as usual was keeping the watch on her
mother.
"Yes, dear. I think I can handle sitting for a while now." Shannon was
still moving slowly.
"Elmo cooked beef tenderloin, rare, potatoes and broccoli for dinner."
Cindy was hungry too. A steak dinner, freedom and her mother back from the
dead. Christmas had appeared in early June.
"Would you like a Budweiser or a glass of Zinfandel with that my queen?
I'm sorry I don't have a suitable red here. They give me such a headache."
Elmo bowed low to Shannon as he spoke.
"Harrumpgh! Fire the wine steward! Zinfandel would be wonderful, Elmo.
What do you think the State Police will do when they figure out who we
are?" Shannon was positive, and upbeat. She could picture a Keystone Cops
comedy routine all too clearly.
"They have lots on their plate right now, with the bodies and such, but
I'm sure they will come for a visit in force. Lt. Lightfeather reads the
signs well; he isn't your standard issue cop. I suspect they will want to
watch us before doing anything dramatic." Elmo steadied Shannon as she
limped to the table.
"We should go into town in the morning. I'll buy you some real clothes,
shoes, and the like. There is a one hour glasses shop. We can get you
some specs to see with. There is also a chocolate store there too. They
make their own candy in house. It's one of my favorite places in Eagle
River." Elmo set to work on his meal. The egg rich sauce made for a good
presentation on the plate.
After the dishes were washed and stowed, Elmo was ready to relax for a
while. Shannon shuffled back to the bedroom.
"I was going to ask where you wanted to sleep tonight, but I see you
have already chosen. Did you want the light on tonight too? Elmo smiled
and held Shannon's hand.
"No light tonight, thank you. I am recovering quickly with the support
and attention that I'm getting." Shannon slid into bed and lay back.
"Fine. My queen, I am going out to visit the outhouse, and bomb Bin
Laden some more. Each of the two holes has a name, Saddam is the other
one. I'll likely putter in the tool shed, and then come in for bed. Okay?"
Elmo had his plan ready.
"See you later, dear!" Shannon closed her eyes and sank back into the
bed. A real bed after those awful years of cages, she was starting to feel
like royalty too. Elmo was not a bad sort of fellow. He really did care,
and it showed. There was something about Elmo that fit well with her.
The twins looked at each other, then at Elmo. Elmo ducked out the door.
This was getting a bit more involved than was comfortable for him. He was
getting attached to the group and to Shannon in particular.
"Hello Tom." Elmo was relaxing with a Bud at his workbench.
"I was hoping you would call. I have the warrants in hand and I sent
Lisa a hope-gram online. Thank you for the URL." Tom was settled into the
jet's plush seating. A pilot as well as an instructor, Tom had the plane
on autopilot. He was closing at close to 600 knots to the area where Elmo
was sitting.
"You sound like you are airborne." Elmo could hear the wind noises and
the jet drone.
"Lear-borne, is more like it. I've got help with me." Tom patted his
service pistol.
"Great! One request; Stop in at Pick-N-Save when you get to Eagle
River. Buy fixings for 5 PBJ sandwiches and a six-pack of lemonade. Bring
the stuff in the dungeon with you. Listen to the responses carefully."
Elmo gave no further reasoning or instructions.
"Sure, 'Tis an odd request, but I'm confident the reasoning will show
up." Tom was shaking his head. This Elmo was a strange bird, no doubt. He
didn't offer all the information at once, just enough to make things
interesting. But then again, normal people did not make Shodan in Kenpo.
"I'll call again in the AM. I'll be on a local cell then. Kill any
resistance you meet, by hand or by high velocity lead." Elmo fondled the
MAC-10.
"Who is giving orders here?" Tom knew what was meant. Elmo had a
personal interest in this too, it seemed.
"Bye. BCNU." Elmo hung up. He packed the treasures carefully, only an
intrusive inspection would find them.
"Why the smile, Elmo?" Shannon was waiting up for him.
"I just stirred the pot, and called for a PBJ delivery." Elmo grinned
like the Cheshire cat.
"The girls said your cell doesn't work here. No service." Shannon
suspected a hidden resource. She was willing to go the distance and find
out what was cooking now.
"True, my cell will not reach. But Bill's is Iridium." Elmo threw that
particular cat out of the bag.
"You have been keeping secrets out in your shed. What else do you have
out there?" Shannon smiled at Elmo. He was not in trouble, he was
delivering what Shannon wanted. The twins were quite correct in their
observations of Elmo.
"You knew I was cooking. I would have answered you directly if you had
asked." Elmo said. He didn't say what else he had hidden out there.
"Who knows?" Shannon sat upright.
"Tom Stafford, Lisa's fianc, Mark Chandler, your former partner, and at
least one judge. There are warrants in Tom's hand." Elmo's heart was
pounding. Shannon heard her former partner's name and knew he would get
the job done if anyone could.
"Would you like to cuddle, Elmo?" Shannon patted the bedside. "I could
use the company and the warmth next to me." Elmo's heart fluttered.
Shannon's mind was made up.
"Twist my arm, my queen." Elmo said as he turned off the gaslight. He
had not expected mom to be forward too, but then he didn't do that for the
twins either. The two snuggled and shifted until they found a nice
spooning position. Shannon ran her fingers through Elmo's chest hair. She
had a naughty idea, and a simple plan to get it done.
At 0600 on a Monday morning, fifteen Wisconsin State Troopers, one CHP,
and two FBI agents breached Baradur. One thug in the garage where the
dungeon entrance was ate '00 buckshot with his doughnut. Another was
dispatched with a chop to the neck as he raised his MAC-10. They met no
further resistance as they went through doors and past lockers of
equipment. The first cell was empty. Cell number two had a slightly
warmer, tow-headed drowned rat in it. She was very sore and hungry.
Naked, bruised, cut by lying in the dog cage for several days straight, but
alive. She hung crying in Tom's arms. Quickly the cells were cleared, and
all were out in the sun again. The rescue squad set to cutting off the
collars, and giving quick checkups to the women. Tom remembered the
lemonade and PBJ's. He handed them out.
Handing one to Lisa, she froze... new tears flooded her eyes.
"Shannon! Shannon is alive! Shannon is ALIVE! She must be. Who said
to bring these?" Lisa cast her eyes around. Tom looked and remembered
about Elmo and his personal interest. Shannon was a name Elmo had brought
up.
"I do not know about a Shannon, but the C.I. who told me where to find
you sent the PBJ's." Tom thought about Elmo. Just enough information to
get the job done... Then another whole set of questions.
"Who is Shannon, Leez?" Tom's curiosity got the better of him. Holding
Lisa close in a sweat suit he had brought with him from home, Tom kissed
her and waited for an answer.
"Shannon is Butt Hole Bill's personal pet. She was supposed to be
killed several days ago. Bill is the head of the Sex Crimes Unit for the
FBI. You've got to take him off the street, Tom!" Lisa was scared again.
She didn't want to face that big creep again, not even in court.
"So it WAS you on the speaker. I had hoped against all hope that it was
you. To have you appear and rescue us with PBJ's and lemonade was
something Shannon and I dreamed of." Lisa still did not believe her good
fortune, but the PBJ was real, and so was Tom's warmth.
"I understand that Bill died of an Acid Bath, or some Butt Plug kind of
thing. He and the two Anderson brothers went to visit the three headed dog
Saturday, that was two days ago." Tom made another round of PBJ's before
the women were shuffled off to Rhinelander and the hospital. Tom and Lisa
went into town together when the Troopers were done with them.
Elmo awoke to the feeling of something warm, and wet on his manhood.
There were two hands assisting it in its slow sucking massage. Up and
down, the tongue hitting the sensitive underside on each stroke. Something
to match Hollie he thought.
"Shannon, you don't have to do that at all." Elmo was unsure as he
spoke.
"Shut up and take you medicine, secret keeper!" Shannon spoke from under
the covers.
Both twins silently observed the covers bobbing, and heard Elmo speak.
They moved quietly back to the kitchen to start breakfast. Elmo had not
initiated it, but was surely enjoying the actions of their mother.
Breakfast was a quick affair. Shannon was slow to move, but was cheery.
Her mobility was fair, and she made it to the car under her own steam. The
boy in blue was parked at the top of the hill just before the big road.
You would have missed him he was so well hidden. The call went back to
Wakefield, the tail was inconspicuous. As the foursome passed the Trout
Hatchery, Elmo powered the cell phone and dialed Tom's number.
"Good morning, Elmo!" Tom saw the caller ID on his handset.
"Is it a good morning, Tom?" Elmo queried.
"Yes, an excellent morning for all but two guards." Tom got the facts
out on the table.
"Is Lisa with you?" Elmo asked. Shannon appeared nervous.
"Yes, she is. Who Is Shannon?" Tom wanted confirmation on his ideas.
"Shannon is right here. She is my C.I. Would Lisa like to talk to
Shannon?" Elmo was giving Shannon another big present.
Shannon sat up higher in the seat, and took the phone crying.
"Lisa?" Shannon almost whispered.
"Shanny, when I was handed a lemonade and a PBJ I knew you were still
alive. You always did survive everything they did to you. Is Bill really
truly dead?" Lisa longed to hear more from Shannon.
"Yes, the body has already been taken to the morgue. Where are you?"
Shannon asked.
"We are in Eagle River. Where are you?" Lisa wanted to see her badly.
"Tell her we are about 40 minutes out. Meet us at the Pamida in 45
okay?" Elmo thought ahead. He could hear the other end of the cell
conversation.
"Why would it take us 45 minutes to go 17 miles?" Cindy had been
watching the road signs.
"We have a stop to make at the optometrist before the reunion, there is
a package waiting. We also don't want to be too public just yet." Elmo
still was concerned. The tail changed at the state line.
"Glasses? You have glasses waiting in Eagle River?" Shannon asked.
"Yes, Bill had stored your prescription and Lisa's in his laptop. I
ordered them for you over the net." Elmo had kept another secret.
"What about Bill's group?" Cindy asked.
"We will need to keep our eyes open for red trucks." Elmo answered.
"Shannon, you will have to decide what you want to do after town." Elmo
prodded the pretty woman sitting next to him.
The clerk at the one-hour store was quite surprised to have a cash
customer. He was even more surprised at the $100 tip, and being told to
forget Elmo was ever in the store. They crossed US45 and the posse was
plainly visible. Three marked units, and a truck, clustered together a
ways from the entrance. One officer had on a different uniform, a Big
Officer. Elmo let the ladies out right at the door, and then moved off to
park. The Troopers watched him, but did not advance. Cindy had an
envelope with $2,000 in smaller bills, she was ready to shop. They had a
cover story of a boat sinking in Lake Superior on Sunday. They would need
it.
Elmo reached the doorway, and gave a Kenpo bow, out of Mass Attack, to
Tom. He even stepped out of the cloak before turning and going in.
"What did he just do?" The ranking officer asked Tom.
"He said 'Hello, I'm a black belt' to anyone in his order." Tom replied.
"Lisa, wait here. I don't want to take any chances on losing you
again." Tom said.
"I've got good company here, I'll be fine." Lisa replied. The other
Troopers took the compliment.
The troopers took up positions by the doors. Tom walked in with a third
trooper and made for Elmo.
"Hello Elmo. Where is Shannon?" Tom wanted to see the goods.
"She and her daughters are over there, by the underwear, in the green
scrubs." Elmo kept watching the door.
"You said nothing about twins!" Tom made a connection.
"True, it was not required yet, was it? At any rate, here are a set of
glasses and a set of shades for Lisa. They should be close to her
prescription. A parting gift from Butt Hole Bill." Elmo still didn't move
from his watching post.
"You are exceedingly well informed. What is your line?" Tom wanted
answers before Lisa came in.
"There are too many ears here for that, Tom. Is that Lisa?" Elmo was
still watching. Another Trooper accompanied Lisa into the store. The
manager of Pamida saw lots of cops and funny dressed women in the store.
He was sure to get any trouble moved outside as soon as possible.
"What is the problem here? You need shoes on to be in this store." The
manager puffed up, as he appeared to be doing his job.
"These ladies are from a boat that sank yesterday on Lake Superior.
They lost all their gear, but they survived. Should they go elsewhere to
restock?" Elmo took a forward stance on the manager, who backed up. The
Troopers closed ranks in support.
"Ah, well, eh? I'll look the other way, just this once." He said as he
exited the aisle briskly.
Tom extended his hand for a firm handshake. "Thank you Elmo, for all
your help." Tom said, and gave a Kenpo bow.
Lisa and her escort appeared, Tom gave her the glasses, which she
quickly put on. "The twins are with Shannon? Where on earth did they come
from?" Lisa went over to the three and hugged them all. More tears flowed
as the two older women chitchatted.
"I knew that if anyone would survive and get help, it would be you
Shannon. A way cool job of it too." Lisa still could not believe her
current luck.
"Elmo was the mover and shaker that got the rescue on the road. I've
been out of it for several days." Shannon said to Lisa.
"Elmo, over there with Tom, said you could join the shopping spree. You
could use some things, couldn't you?" Cindy extended the invitation.
"That sounds good to me, thank you. Which twin are you?" Lisa asked.
"I'm Cindy, that is Sammy." Cindy answered.
"When you did not come back, and we didn't get another daily beating, I
knew something was up. They never missed a beating." Lisa continued to
Shannon.
"Something did happen. It is quite a story. I'm overjoyed to see you
again, really see you. Elmo even got these glasses for me. He looks a lot
like Bill, with the beard and all, but he has lots more hair on his head.
Oh, that is a nice shirt, are there any more?" Shannon hobbled about and
continued to shop.
Tom for his part began to get agitated when the hug went on for too
long. Way too long for HIS fianc and another woman.
"Don't bother about the PDA, Tom. They have had a very rough time of
it. They never got a break from their torments until now. Let Lisa join in
the shopping, it is therapeutic for women to shop." Elmo had that one
nailed.
"You flew a Lear here? Must be nice!" Elmo ribbed Tom.
"It is borrowed from my family. A four-hour direct flight. Your sensei
said you work with women in teaching sparring. Very patient and careful."
Tom tried not to watch too much shopping. Elmo kept watch on the shoppers,
and kept an eye to the door.
"You read my home page? Sparring is my only exercise and outlet. I
never spar an under belt to win, only to teach and improve their skill set.
It just would not be fair." Elmo replied.
"So how did you get such good information? C.I.'s like that cost a lot
to keep." Tom was not giving up.
"Bill's big mouth and bigger ego started the whole thing." Elmo leaned
closer to Tom. "His anal retentive record keeping and poor passwords on
his laptop provided all the details. Right down to the glasses and time of
the month." Elmo spoke very softly and blocked his lips from view while
speaking.
"Where is it now?" Tom wanted a look.
"Safely stowed." Elmo wouldn't give an inch more.
"The ladies and I had planned to go to the local candy store for fresh
chocolate after this. Would the two of you like to tag along? I'll buy!"
Elmo's comfort level was rising.
"This is already costing you a fortune." Tom didn't want to get over
extended, not that he was hurting for cash.
"Just because I got a divorce does not mean I'm in the poor house. I
planned ahead for a rainy day. I've got no plans past Trembley's. I don't
know what the girls will want to do. They could head south to the
hospital, or back to St. Louis, or back to my cabin in the woods. I have
a guest house, bunk beds, queen bed, lights and such. Water is up the hill
at the main cabin, or there is a spring outside the door." Elmo just tossed
the offer in the air.
The ladies had progressed to the checkout in record time. Less than an
hour of shopping. Elmo and Tom wandered slowly over to the doors. $715
worth of clothes, makeup, shoes, purses and sundries. They headed into the
restroom in pairs. The three other Troopers were still outside talking to
someone. The women emerged looking much different from half dead rats.
Lots better in fact. As the group emerged from the store, a taller blonde
with short hair and a pants suit side stepped the Troopers and produced a
9mm, pointing it in the general direction of the shoppers.
"You fucked up my vacation and my life! Now it is time to die you vile
scum!" Jenny screamed in her now super deep voice. The gun was almost to
level with Elmo's head. Shannon dropped into a fetal ball. Lisa hid
behind Tom from the strange woman with a gun. The troopers simply stared
in disbelief that an FBI agent would do such a thing. Elmo launched
forward to compress the slide back a fraction of an inch, thereby
activating a safety on the firearm. He grabbed the hammer with the other
hand and followed with a full power thrust kick to the shocked woman's
midsection. The gun remained in Elmo's hand, the woman landed on her butt
on the asphalt some distance from her previous position. Without turning
around, Elmo handed the gun back to Tom, and stepped forward to cover the
group.
"Quite a way to say Thank You, Frizzy. I kept you out of that slave
dungeon. Look at what you have done to Shannon. She is curled up and
shaking on the ground!" Elmo was not taking any shit.
The only thing discernable from Jenny was a fire and hate in her eyes.
She jumped back up and right into a clean Tae Kwon Do roundhouse to the
head, Elmo's head. Flashy, but way too slow for a Kenpo person. Stepping
off angle, Elmo dodged the kick. Jenny lost her balance, but recovered and
charged again. Elmo dimly heard Tom say "WAIT!" to the Wisconsin Troopers.
They didn't appear as a valid target to Elmo, so he did not even notice
their drawn guns and hammers back. Furious, scarlet faced, the FBI agent
and former lover of Shannon threw every series of kicks she knew at Elmo in
one long blitz. Elmo threw himself to the ground at her feet and rolled
into the attacker. The classic roll block swept Jenny's legs out from
under her. The stiff arm coming up off the ground found its mark in her
groin for an audible thump. She fell flat on the ground, doubled up in
pain, completely winded. Elmo backed up towards Tom, still in a forward
cat stance. Shannon was still shaking, but Lisa and the twins were right
with her.
Tom motioned to Elmo and said to the Troopers "His sensei was not
kidding when he said Elmo was not easily intimidated. Yes, he really is a
black belt."
The troopers already has Jenny cuffed, and frog marched her off to a
nearby car. Jenny hissed and spit at the officers as she recovered her
wind.
"What do you want me to do with that one?" A Trooper with the stripes
said.
Shannon recovered enough to respond "I had hoped Jenny would rescue me,
but after a great while I figured she had moved on. What is the score
here, three felonies so far? Keep her on ice for a day or so, the let her
go. She met her match and lost. Cindy, Sammy, let us go. We are done
here." The troopers looked at Tom for guidance.
It was quite a parade leading down US45 to the business district. Two
Wisconsin patrol cars, two California Highway Patrol officers in a rental,
and one mother hen clucking to her brood. Inside Trembleys, the twins
showed they were unrepentant chocoholics. Elmo took up a station by the
door after discussing his order with Shannon. The two State Troopers were
outside, several feet from the door on either side. As the twins started
to check out, a black Ford sedan pulled up, and stopped in the street
opposite the shop. Two suits began to emerge.
"Trouble!" Elmo screamed, and walked directly at the nearest suit, arms
up and out. The driver came to a range of five feet and opened fire with
his 10mm issue sidearm. BLAM! BLAM! Two shots at point blank range went
into Elmo's chest.
"Yeow, shit! That smarts!" Elmo thought as he focused his left hand on
the gun's hammer. The right hand went in as a web hand to the throat.
Pow-Pow-Pow-Pow-Pow-Pow. Fully automatic fire from a suppressed MAC-10
swept the front of the store from the passenger suit. Several rounds went
into the driver's back, but the suit kept firing. Stereo KABLAM!'s
resounded from behind the collapsing Elmo. Both Troopers had loosed head
shots on the standing suit. He didn't stand there any longer. Panicked
screams filled the area from terrified shoppers and tourists. The troopers
barked for backup, and EMT support.
"Clear!" Came the loud voice of one trooper who advanced on the slain
passenger from the other side of the Ford. Sirens screamed in the
distance. Blood drained onto Elmo from above. Two hundred pounds of
literally dead weight pinned Elmo to the street, his one hand still clamped
to the gun, the other thrust into the driver's throat. The other Trooper
wrenched the gun from the driver's hand, and shouted "Clear!" He then
pulled the body off Elmo.
"Thank you officer." Elmo said calmly.
The startled officer stared at Elmo's bloody torso. "You can still
talk?"
"I can do better than that when my back stops hurting from holding that
agent by the throat on the way down." Elmo rolled over and crawled to the
curb.
"You shouldn't move, you will bleed more. There is an Ambulance just
pulling up." The trooper launched into a lecture.
"I'm amazed, the bullet blocking techniques actually worked. My che has
gone on a vacation. I'll live officer, better check on those inside." Elmo
rolled back over and put his feet up on the curb. Tom appeared, gun in
hand, safety still off.
"We are alright, Elmo. Everyone hit the deck when the shooting started.
You do not look good at all." Tom surveyed the scene of carnage.
"What is a bullet blocking technique?" The nearest trooper said.
"A black belt only thing I should not have mentioned outside the dojo.
I'm in for it now." Elmo replied.
"You got that right Elmo!" Tom added.
The paramedics arrived on scene, and quickly started to examine Elmo.
The agents in the street were a low priority item.
"I'm okay guys." Elmo said to them.
They pulled Elmo's favorite sweatshirt back for a look. The found six
deformed slugs. They missed the Velcro closure on the street side. Elmo
pulled his sweatshirt down, and struggled to his feet.
"You recognized these guys? You called them agents. What agents?" The
same trooper asked.
"FBI agents, from the same group that controlled the slave dungeon up
US45. The one that was raided this morning. Better put a heavy guard on
all the other remaining women released today." Elmo looked like a pretzel.
The girls came out, followed by Shannon and Lisa, stepping over the
broken glass. Their chocolate filled bags clutched tightly to their sides.
"Tom, what is with Elmo? Is he hurt badly?" Sammy asked.
"Apparently nothing serious, though he has some explaining to do on
account of his loose tongue." Tom winked in Elmo's direction, he knew of
Elmo's bullshit line.
"You are a trouble magnet, Elmo." Tom added with a grin. Lisa and
Shannon stayed close to Tom as the troopers gathered their information and
talked to the witnesses.
"Say, Tom, I know you likely have plans already, but if you and Lisa
want to, you can have some quiet time at my place back at the lake.
Shannon, you are welcome to come back to the lake too, if you want. Or you
can leave this trouble magnet behind and head home. I'm sure you can find
a ride south to the airport. What would you like to do?" Elmo looked
pained.
"This is way too much here, the twins and I vote for going back to your
camp." Shannon didn't think twice about it. They had already discussed
their plans in the store.
Tom and Lisa whispered together for a little while. "Lead on, Elmo!
Quiet sounds good to the two of us too." Tom was firm in his conviction.
"One stop on the way north. Pick-N-Save for supplies. The twins have a
shopping list, and the cash. I had best stay in the car and recover.
There isn't any need to shock the locals by appearing all bloody in the
store." Elmo was always so practical.
Lisa, Tom, and the twins went into the grocery store to get the stuff,
accompanied by a trooper. Another car full of troopers stayed outside next
to Elmo's Honda.
"You walked into the line of fire Secret Service like!" Shannon stared
at Elmo.
"Stupid, wasn't it?" Elmo was not for talking much now. "Those 10mm
rounds hit like a rear kick."
"I was terribly worried when you yelled. Then the shooting started. I
knew I was going to die. I just knew Bill would not give up that easily.
Then I heard you were shot. I was almost sick in the candy store. That
makes at least 10 of Butt Hole's crew you have seen off. What is next?"
Shannon caressed Elmo's cheek.
"Downtime at the lake, I hope. I think we still have a visit from Lt.
Lightfeather to deal with. That and whoever else knows you are alive by
now." Elmo was not looking forward to more excitement.
"I still do not know what was in the bunker. I don't know if the
Michigan troopers know of the raid." Elmo was watching outside for the
twins.
The twins came out with a cart load of goods. Most went into Tom's
rental car.
"Tom, here is a set of directions to the cabin. North on US45 to
Watersmeet, then right at the sign for the trout hatchery. Are we going to
have an escort all the way north?" Elmo asked as he handed Tom a printed
page.
"At least to the state line. My counterpart wanted to know about
Kenpo." Tom grinned. Elmo grinned back.
When the motorcade wound its way over the gravel roads, and came to the
first gate, there was a reception committee waiting. A Michigan marked
unit, and another Ford with two occupants.
"Where have you been? It is after noon." Lt. Lightfeather noticed the
bloody sweatshirt. "I see you picked up some more strays."
"I've been busy in Eagle River. You should ask your dispatch to get the
details of the raid and shootings." Elmo stated.
"Who are your friends?" Lightfeather asked.
"Two California Highway Patrol officers. One just released from the
same place Shannon was abused." Elmo answered. "Who are your shadows over
there?"
"Two FBI agents." Lightfeather responded.
"Well then, it's a family party, isn't it?" Elmo finished.
"Come on down the road." Elmo hobbled out and unlocked the gate. The
four cars bounced down the old logging road to camp.
"Cindy, here are the keys to the cabin. Can you show our guests inside?
Keep a firearm handy for the suits. Do not take chances with them, but
don't be obvious either. Tom, can you help me with the ice?" Elmo
partitioned the chores and started for the tool shed.
Once the two were safely out of earshot, Elmo handed Tom a laptop.
"This was Dick Anderson's laptop. Here are the passwords; this is a
copy of Bill's laptop. Lots in here, some slave cells operate in your
area. A big fat set of busts waiting to happen. Take it, it is yours.
Tell nobody about it... Also I need your help in checking the damage below
my body armor." Elmo winced and dropped to his knees as he lifted the
sweatshirt up. Tom opened the Velcro.
"Two 2" bruises. I don't see where the other four landed." Tom was very
impressed with the suit.
"Let's go see what those suits are doing before they get shot." Elmo
hobbled out followed by Tom.
"That cabin down the hill is for you two. The gas is off, and the
switch is at the lower left from the door. The sheets are in the main
cabin. Check it out and stash that laptop." Elmo pointed down the hill.
Another Marked car arrived; this one had a driver and a set of shoulder
pads. The brass Trooper beckoned Elmo over.
"Are you Elmo Sizorbil?" Chief Nordstrom asked.
"Yes sir, I am." Elmo responded.
"I am Chief Toivo Nordstrom, Wakefield post." The chief shook Elmo's
hand firmly.
"Do you have any idea what was in those packages you say you saw being
loaded into the ground on Saturday?" The chief asked.
"No sir. I though they looked like drugs." Elmo said.
"Could you identify the individuals that were handling them, if you saw
them again?" The chief asked.
"Yes, sir. They are dead. I believe they were recovered just west of
here." Elmo said.
"Thank you, Mr. Sizorbil. Was the same set of people involved in the
escapade in Eagle River?" The chief asked. He knew already what the answer
was.
"The same group, both from the raid, and the shootings." Elmo answered.
"I have a video of the events to the west of here. It is extremely
graphic. Bill Andrews made it on his laptop. You better have an empty
stomach, sir." Elmo blew the chief away.
"Show me please." The chief stood straight up.
"Bill Andrews was not a favorite of mine." Thechief said when the laptop
was produced.
"Here it is. There is also this cell phone, this MAC-10, and here are
the iron restraints I cut off Shannon McDonald. Double click this icon to
watch the video." Elmo moved the mouse over it. "One more thing, here is a
bag of Semtex that was in that laptop." Elmo handed the chief a baggie with
the orange substance in it.
Back inside, Agent Jones was just frothing. Shannon and Lisa had
disappeared into the bathroom area. Cindy and Tom were sitting on the day
bed, Tom was fondling his holster. Samantha was not in sight anywhere. Lt
Lightfeather and his tag along were seated just outside the main door,
watching a number of deer at the salt lick. They could hear everything
inside from their perch.
"Mr. Sizorbil, I am Agent Jones of the Duluth FBI office. Just how
long did you expect to hold onto Shannon and her daughters? There are
court orders concerning those twins! They should have been brought to the
authorities at once when they were recovered. You are in so much trouble;
they will have to shoot you cigarettes with a 30'06. Where did you get the
twins from? Assaulting federal agents, concealing evidence, pilfering a
crime scene! Who are those other two? More conspirators in your circle?"
Agent Jones roared each question.
Tom sat passively but said nothing.
"Agent Jones, I doubt that you are a field agent. A rookie, maybe. A
desk jockey, maybe. Have you considered, even for a micro-second the wants
and wishes of someone who has been beaten, kicked, raped, sodomized and
tortured on a daily basis for over three years? Someone who was told what
to do, when to do it? What shit covered penis she was to suck clean?" Elmo
measured his words again.
"As for my fellow conspirators, as you called them, both of my latest
guests are California Highway Patrol officers. One was a guest of your
friend Bill Andrews until this morning. The other is her fianc, who flew
in to participate in her rescue this morning. He is a Godan; a fourth
degree black belt. That is three-belt levels higher than me. I'm only a
lowly back belt. Though I have yet to use a firearm, at least ten people
are dead, by my hand, directly or indirectly. Twelve if you count the
foolish thugs at Baradur. That makes twelve men that have crossed swords
with me and lost. There are now TWO of my order in this room facing you.
Do you really want to pick a fight? If I was such a bad guy, why has the
State Police not arrested me? Why do you want to climb into the same bed
as those twelve, and force your will upon Shannon and her daughters?" Elmo
picked up the volume on the last sentence.
Lt. Lightfeather and his side kick were standing, weapons loose, just
outside the screened door behind Agent Jones.
"Are you threatening ME?" Jones was red and his veins pulsed with fury.
"Have you asked any of my houseguests what they want, or desired? You
will find that I do not intimidate easily, Agent Jones. Bill Andrews'
thugs had their MAC-10's out. It did not help them. I will not tolerate
your tone of voice or your demeanor." Elmo stood square shouldered and
faced Agent Jones.
A distinct CLICK of a safety going off caught the attention of everyone
in the room, and outside it.
"You will find, Agent Jones, that there are more guns, and more trained
people here than you can deal with. You should relax, and listen. Do not
bark and howl like a dog wanting to be fed. You will not win friends with
your current approach." Elmo steered the tone to a more civil level.
"If Shannon and her twins had wanted to leave, they had an opportunity
to leave with Lt. Lightfeather. Lieutenant, did anyone even remotely
appear to be coerced into staying here when you came for your visit?" Elmo
opened the floor to the Trooper. Jones noticed the trooper's gun was in
his hand.
"No sir." Lightfeather answered.
"Did I say anything that was false or misleading?" Elmo continued on his
witness.
"No sir." Lightfeather answered.
"If you continue on your present path, Agent Jones, I will declare you a
trespasser, and have you removed by force from my property." Elmo stated.
The chief appeared at the door, gear in hand, white faced. Another
black Ford appeared, crashing down the road and pulled in. The two State
troopers closest to the Ford walked out, widely spaced.
"Mr. Sizorbil, those packages contained cash. $18.6 million in cash.
Your statements to me, and the other evidence you have provided, allow me
to confiscate that money under federal seizure rules. That is quite a
bonus for the department. Thank you. I can find nothing that you have
done that would warrant your apprehension. Much less your indictment. I
applaud your training and trainers, you did a super job. Now please tell
me about this eagle." The chief plastered Agent Jones to the outhouse seat
with his speech.
Lt. Lightfeather appeared at the door with Mark Chandler, who was not
in a suit.
"Please do come in. We were just having a chat on motives and
activities." Elmo welcomed another guest to the cabin.
"Where is Shannon?" Mark said, scanning the area for her.
"Hi, Mark!" Cindy stood and waved to Mark.
"Cindy, I'm so glad to see you are safe." Mark smiled.
"Mom is in the back. She should be out soon. I just heard the water go
off." Samantha said from behind the kitchen door.
Shannon and Lisa appeared together. Lisa beamed at Tom, looking clean
and refreshed.
"Hello, Mark. I never thought I would see you again." Shannon looked
over to Mark.
"Shannon, are you alright? Does Jenny know about this?" Mark hit the
high spots.
"Jenny committed Assault with a Deadly Weapon upon the six of us this
morning. Yes, she knows I'm alive. Yes, Mark, I'm close to fine. I'm
still quite sore, but my spirits are high. My family is here and intact. I
also have found this..." Shannon walked to Elmo, pulled him down into a toe
curling, fire breathing French kiss. Zowie, in public too!
"There, she has been brainwashed! Undue influence!" Jones was hopping
up and down, finger pointing at the couple.
"Shut UP Fred!" The silent suit in the corner spoke up. John Johnson
was an old hand in the bureau. He had the helm for the entire region.
"I want to hear about this eagle before we have any more interruptions."
Johnson said. The agent seemed to outrank Jones. There were nods all
around.
"The eagle has its eerie south of here, on the lake. A pair has nested
on this lake since before I was born. One of them usually sits on a dead
fir tree, just to the north of the pier, and scans for fish. Last
Saturday, after I was out on the lake, and saw the booty transfer, I was
doing chores at the woodshed. The eagle did its very best to arouse my
curiosity, and attract my attention. It dive-bombed the clearing out
there, screaming and circling to the west. This struck me as atypical for
a bird of prey, so I geared up, and followed her west, as far as the
section line road. There in a larger clearing, I saw what appeared to be a
sexual assault on a minor. Duct tape and chains are not fashion
accessories for young girls in my worldview. Bill Andrews was very loose
with his tongue; he was spilling his secrets to play mind games with his
captive. The eagle obligingly distracted the group while I got into
position to help the victim. The rest is less than pleasant to be related
here. When the battle was over, the eagle was still circling, watching the
whole affair. I told the eagle I was indebted to her, and I would get some
support for her. As I was making my report to Lt. Lightfeather, a fish
magically appeared. It jumped right into my boat and flopped around. As I
threw it back to the water, the eagle flew down and took it before it hit
the water. That spooked me." Elmo paused.
"I learned very early on in my karate training to not piss off a black
belt. They can hurt you plenty. Later, as I learned more, it became do
not piss off an instructor; they make black belts. Now that I am both a
black belt, and an instructor, I have a responsibility to use my training
only in great need. That great need would have to be proven to the master
instructors in my dojo, or I would face something more horrible than the
legal system. I think the events of the last several days count as such a
great need. I do not fear their inquest." Elmo trailed off.
"The eagle led you to the execution site?" The chief asked.
"I do not see any other way to explain it." Elmo replied.
"However, back to the issue at hand. Shannon, do you want to stay here
or go back to St. Louis with your daughters now?" Elmo had already asked,
but not in front of the hostile witness.
"I want to stay here, at least for now." Shannon put her arm around Elmo
as she spoke.
"You could call down to St. Louis, and have her house put in order."
Elmo said to the higher up.
"I've already called about that. It was to be cleaned, and stocked by
today." Mark smiled at Shannon, who came over and gave him a big hug too.
"Fred, it is time to go, and leave these people to their solitude.
Please excuse me, I've not introduced myself. I am John Johnson, the
regional supervisor for the bureau here." The higher up started to the
door.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir." Elmo said to the agent. Johnson
bowed, and departed. Agent Jones was red faced, and confused, but he knew
he had lost this round. He followed his boss out to the car they came in.
"We will go too, and leave you to your chores. Thank you for the $18
million. It has made my summer bright and shiny." Chief Nordstrom said,
shaking Elmo's hand firmly once again. Lt. Lightfeather did likewise.
"I was just doing what was right." Elmo explained.
"We could use a lot more like you Elmo." Lt. Lightfeather said as he
departed.
That left only Mark. Standing by the table, Shannon was still holding
his hand. Tom and Lisa slipped off down the hill, sheets and blankets in
hand.
"Dinner in three hours, Tom." Elmo called after them.
"Shannon, another difficult question; where do you want to sleep
tonight?" Elmo was counting beds.
"With you, of course dear." Shannon replied.
"Should we invite Mark to stay, we have that extra queen?" Elmo talked
privately to Shannon.
"If you want, that is nice. I have a lot of catching up to do." Shannon
replied.
"Mark, I have a spare bedroom, if you wanted to stay and socialize, we
would welcome your presence." Elmo asked Mark.
"That sure beats driving back tonight. However, I'll have to ask the
boss about it." Mark withdrew his brick.
"Say hello to Peggy for me, Mark!" Shannon smiled at her dig into her
former partner.
"You have not changed, Shannon." Mark knew he was whipped.
"We have seven for dinner. Ladies, you can come out now." Elmo spoke to
the thin air.
Mark was surprised when Cindy parked the .380 she was hiding, and Sam
appeared with the Mini-14 and a 30 round clip.
"You didn't trust those two suits, did you Elmo?" Mark said as he sat in
the plush chair.
"No way. I was almost shot by one agent. She is going to have a
Givadictome in September. I was shot, 6 times, by two other suits today.
Simply ruined this sweatshirt. I really should change it. I have not had
the time since I got back here to even wash off the blood." Elmo said as he
started to remove the ruined garment.
"No, I didn't trust them. I did not remember their faces from Bill's
Org chart. If any of the ladies had seen them before, I am quite sure they
would be dead right now." Elmo talked frankly to Mark.
"Cindy, could you and your sister start four eggs for the salad please?"
Elmo asked for help. "Thank you."
"So how is Lisa holding up, Shannon. You two had some time together."
Elmo asked.
"She got the rescue I didn't. She is very tough. I never once saw her
cry." Shannon said wistfully. "I think she is still shaken pretty badly.
Tom can help with that, I'm sure."
"I didn't get the chance to say thank you for those files. That clears
a HUGE black spot off my record. I've already put in for a transfer back
to St. Louis. My local boss thinks it will go through. Shannon, are you
going back to work at the bureau when you settle in?" Mark was looking for
a partner again. One that was not a drunkard like the flock he covered.
"I have not thought past the moment yet, Mark. I don't even know if I
have a job there anymore." Shannon was still very sore; she laid slowly on
the day bed. She had taken another Darvon.
"What is a Givadictome?" Mark could not figure that procedure out.
"That is what a female asks for when she visits the Urologist. The doc
asks if she wants one that gets hard, or one she can pee through. Anything
over 6 inches only comes in black." Elmo suppressed a laugh.
"OOOHHH! She has gone way past butch." Mark shook his head.
"How did you survive six shots?" Mark ran down his mental list of
questions.
"Dojo secret, sorry." Elmo dodged.
"Say what?" Mark did not understand.
"Some secrets of the dojo may be discussed only between black belts, and
then only IN the dojo." Elmo refused to say more.
"Okay, sure thing. I still had better check in with my wife." Mark
finally got around to dialing. His wife approved, being oh so glad to get
out of the current situation.
"So Shannon that was some kiss you gave me. I have not had one of those
in about 18 years. You know it is against all the Rules, to get involved
with Royalty!" Elmo had slipped. Shannon had him wrapped around her little
finger, and she knew it.
"It shut that jackass up, didn't it? I liked it myself. You really
know how to kiss, to please a woman." Shannon was making the moves now.
"It really has been a long time. I'm out of practice." Elmo said.
The twins shot Elmo wide eyed looks.
Mark and Shannon talked shop for over two hours. While the twins were
busy making dinner, Elmo drove the Barbeque. It was burgers, salad, fruit
and drinks for dinner. When Tom and Lisa appeared, she had a rock on her
left hand. A bloody headlight it was. Tom was overly relaxed. Lisa had a
pleased look on her face, that and an ear-to-ear grin. Tom was not in
uniform anymore.
"Do the two of you want that Lemonade and PBJ with dinner?" Elmo asked
Lisa and Shannon. "Or will the cheese burger do?"
"Cheese please!" Lisa said.
"Me too!" Shannon said.
"Thank you ladies for cooking dinner." Elmo was slowly shifting to
standing upright.
"Oh, we will extract payment in the form of backrubs later tonight!"
Sammy said.
"Tom, would you say grace?" Elmo passed the honor on.
"Grace! Lets eat!" Tom had a good laugh; Ruffio's joke.
Tuesday was spent down at the water's edge, soaking up the sun and
enjoying freedom. Mark left after breakfast and a long hug from Shannon.
He was heading home in many ways. Lisa's headlight flashed and sparkled.
The twins showed a bit of interest in it. Elmo worked on his routine
chores while the five played and went boating. Cindy and Sammy both snuck
away for a quickie in the tool shed with Elmo, doggie style on the
workbench. Their tan lines were quite visible by the afternoon. Shannon
stayed in the lounge chair on the pier. Cindy brought her mother's lunch
down to the lake. Elmo joined her, his only excursion into the sun for
that day. The eagle flew by just before dinner, but didn't stay. The
second adult eagle circled on and off over the south end of the lake. Only
the family of loons made any noise. Dinner was a large pork roast, corn on
the cob and fresh baked bread. Shannon and Lisa stayed up until 21:00
talking in low voices, Tom read a Clancy novel. Elmo didn't want Shannon
to leave, but he could not say anything to her.
Elmo's houseguests left Wednesday on Tom's Lear jet. Cindy and Sammy
said nothing to Mom about the backpacks each had, or about the call they
would make to Huey's Honda. Two new sedans did appear at their house
Friday, no questions asked. Shannon thought the bureau had provided them.
The twins knew much better, as they picked the colors, and paid the man in
cash. License plates and all. The insurance lady was very happy to stop
by too. The twins even signed up themselves, albeit a few weeks early.
Elmo was lonely. The love bug had bitten him. He would have to wait,
so he went back to his chores. Lt. Lightfeather showed up Thursday as
Elmo was packing up the cabin. No uniform, but a package wrapped in
newspaper in hand.
The eagle announced the visitor, and dive-bombed once.
"Screeeee! Eeeeeeaa!" The eagle went back to circling.
"Lt. Lightfeather, what brings you here?" Elmo inquired.
"Call me David. This is a social call." Lightfeather replied.
"The bureau hushed up the raid, and your shooting in Eagle River was
reported as a Mob action." David spoke.
"It certainly would look bad, now wouldn't it? I heard the idiots on
the 'Bear' discussing the shooting. They are not too smart are they?" Elmo
replied.
"Your lady friends have left." David said.
"It is a twelve hour drive or a two hour flight. Which would you
choose?" Elmo was still hurting.
"I'd fly like her." David said, pointing up at the eagle.
"What is the chief going to do with all that money?" Elmo asked.
"Half went into a rainy day fund. 20% went as a cash bonus to all the
officers and staff. 10% went to equipment. The last 20% went to
Backstoppers." David was watching the eagle circle.
"Fair enough! So what is the question you are dying to ask me?" Elmo
said.
"Neither the Eagle River post nor my post have been able to find a Kenpo
master who will talk about Bullet Blocking." David fixed Elmo with his
eyes.
"You mean Bullshit Blocking! Tom was in on the deal. I had on KGB
issue body armor, a Batman like high tech Kevlar with Titanium disks. The
bruises were small from the two 10mm hits, nothing from the MAC-10. The
reason no master would talk about it is that it's an inside joke. Bullet
blocks are like face blocks. You don't do them, you hand them out." Elmo
and David both laughed.
"What is in your package?" Elmo asked.
"A pike I caught on the way here." David replied.
"An offering for the eagle?" Elmo said.
"Yes, let's go offer it to her." David said. The two headed down the
hill to the pier.
"This is for you." David said as he held the fish high.
The eagle was silent but dropped from the sky and sank her talons into
the fish. She flew off to the south. "Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Do you believe in re-incarnation? Elmo asked.
"That and the Great Spirit too." David replied.
"That bird has had her revenge on Butt Hole Bill, and her reward too."
Elmo said.
"It is great to be one with nature, so few understand that. One more
thing before I go. The twelve year old is back home with her family. The
senator is going to give someone a new asshole over it." David was breaking
all the rules.
"Good. Glad to hear it." Elmo smiled.
"When will you be back up?" David asked.
"August, I should have my children in tow then." Elmo said.
"Peace be with you, Elmo." David Lightfeather said.
"And also with you" Elmo replied.
Elmo drove back home early the next morning. His very first stop, even
before reaching home, was at Joe Baker's. Joe was Elmo's long time best
friend. Elmo passed a key and a tightly folded slip of paper as he shook
hands. Elmo recounted the week's events. Joe pocketed the paper. Elmo
had a private meeting at the dojo awaiting him on his return. It took an
hour; the whole staff was there, gear at the ready.
"The bastard deserved worse, Elmo. Better not let that video escape
into the wild, it could prove hazardous." The master instructor said as the
gathering concluded.
Joe went that night to visit the Self Storage in Fenton where Butt Hole
Bill had a private stash. Bill's locker was emptied, but Joe's locker had
somewhat more in it that night. Hard copy diaries, video tapes, another
laptop, a hot spare, was powered off and disarmed. Joe didn't mention the
visit to anyone. However, there was a call to one of Mr. Vittale's
associates. A zip disk was delivered to a dead drop at Creve Coeur Lake.
Nobody notices if someone in hiding disappears, do they? The national
tabloids had a huge press run after some video tapes appeared in their
mailbox. A prominent liberal senator resigned due to ill health. The
bible thumping evangelist, one of the Sunday morning talking heads, missed
his exit, and talked to a bridge abutment. Joe and Elmo knew how to cause
trouble. They didn't even have to plan ahead, it just happened whenever
they got together. The list of plain text passwords provided quite a few
good times when it appeared on a bulletin board in the local hacker's
retreat. Not all the entries were posted of course, just the ones that
needed it. The other Anderson laptop was located in Chicago. That
explosion killed a minor mob figure, so nobody complained.
Six weeks had past and there was not even a peep out of the twins or
Shannon. Elmo's heart was troubled. Something was very wrong. Finally
the phone rang at work, Cindy was on the line. She was calling from the
neighbor's house and was in a bit of a panic.
"We could not reach you from home. None of your numbers worked. Email
was bounced too. Mom is in a really bad way. Frizzy has the house
freezing. Mom has not been out of her bed in a week. She thinks you don't
care about her." Cindy posted an accusation.
"I think that Jenny has been at work. I don't have your number,
remember? I've missed your Mom lots." Elmo considered crying too manly a
thing to do.
"Where are you?" Elmo asked.
"#7 Portland, the same as in the S.R." Cindy replied.
"Who is home with you?" Elmo asked.
"Sam, Mom, and Mom's Boss Mr. Galbreath are here. He wants to put Mom
in an institution. You have got to do something now!" Cindy was frantic.
"I am on the way!" Elmo locked his screen, and departed. Ah, the
benefits of working in education.
"You! You have a lot of nerve coming in here! You're violating a
restraining order!" Mr. Galbreath barked. The suit was indignant.
"I was invited here, by Cynthia. You seem to have failed in watching
over Shannon. The twins took charge and opted to call me in again." Elmo
took no shit from any suit.
"You raped the twins! Cindy needed an abortion. I'll have you locked
up!" The Boss was severely miss-informed.
"Oh, really now, Mr. Tie Guy? First, I had a vasectomy 12 years ago.
Second, he doesn't work anymore. Viagra just is not an option. Third, did
you bother to verify any of those allegations? Or did you just go blindly
on? Did you do the same for Bill Andrews? That has not been in the Press,
YET!" Elmo struck home with that one.
"Now, please stand aside. I've got work to do here." Elmo brushed
passed the shocked Galbreath, and looked for the A/C control.
"This is inoperative. It has been wired over, the fan is shorted on."
Elmo removed the wire, but the compressor kept running. "Sammy, please go
outside and unplug the fuse at the box by the compressor. That should warm
things up." Elmo asked.
"Bill kept his slaves in dog cages, cold and in the dark." Elmo told the
Boss who had yet to decide what to do.
"I wonder what we will find in here...?" Elmo was guided to the master
bedroom by Cindy.
"Open the curtains, and windows please Cindy. That will warm it up
nicely." Elmo asked the teen.
"Shannon, my queen, why is there a metal rack in your bed? I suppose
Jenny told you I put this here too?" Elmo spoke at the Boss, who exited the
room in a huff. Elmo rolled Shannon off the dog cage, and pulled it out.
"Please dispose of this, Cindy."
The Boss peered through the doorway to see Elmo lean close to Shannon's
ear. He dialed his cell phone.
"Shannon my queen, I love you. I have missed you terribly since you
left me up north. Please uncurl; you don't make a good hedge hog. You are
not a slave; you are in your own bed. Feel here, trust your senses! It is
warming up, welcome to St. Louis humidity. Please Shannon, come back. I
won't leave you." Elmo pleaded softly to the stricken woman.
Shannon relaxed, and uncurled a bit.
"Do you mean that?" She said plainly.
"Yes, I love you. I knew it before you left." Elmo said a bit louder.
"I love you too. That Jenny! Ooohhh I'll kill her!" Shannon sat
upright.
"How soon can you be ready to go out to Fortel's for pizza?" Elmo was
hungry and delighted to have Shannon's attention back.
"Is 30 minutes ok?" Shannon needed a shower.
"Great, go for it." Elmo said as he left the room.
No sooner had Shannon entered the bathroom when the Boss appeared, two
Frontenac cops in tow. They had been parked across Geyer running a cash
generating device.
"Arrest him! He is attacking my employee, and violating a restraining
order." The Boss was livid and shaking.
The officers looked at the Boss. "What employee, sir?"
"What have you done with Shannon?" The Boss thundered.
"I asked her to dinner. She is getting dressed. You can come too, if
you would like." Elmo was calm and passive. Hands in plain sight, he
stayed in a neutral stance.
"But... But... But..." The Boss stuttered. Utter dismay in his head
over the sudden reversal of Shannon's condition. He thought there was
something being pulled on him.
"You sound like an old outboard. Officers, I believe we can clear this
issue up in a matter of a few minutes when the homeowner is out of the
shower. I think your restraining order is a fabrication Sir, like your
supposed abortion." Elmo held both upper hands.
"Cindy!" Elmo called for the twin.
"Yes, Elmo?" Cindy promptly appeared with her sister.
"Did I rape you, or get you pregnant?" Elmo rolled his eyes at the girl.
"What have you been smoking Elmo? Sex with you? EEEWWWW! You are old
and have gray hair. Mister G, what nonsense is he talking about?" Cindy
looked affronted.
"Elmo took six bullets to protect us and Mom! He has not asked for
ANYTHING in return for it." Sammy jumped in to defend Elmo. "He put
clothes on our backs, toothbrushes in our hands, and food in our mouths. I
agree with you, Cindy, Elmo is like a father figure. Sex with your father?
That's incest! I'd rather eat liver for dinner!"
The local police enjoyed the senior Agent's discomfort. They also
enjoyed leering at the twins, constantly. Their tight new jeans conformed
to their bodies revealing no body fat at all. Their halter tops revealed
quite a bit more. Presently, Shannon emerged from her room. Smiling and
with her wet hair pulled back into a pony tail, she asked "Why is Frontenac
here?"
"Are they here to arrest Jenny for perjury?" Shannon continued.
"The Boss called them. It seems Jenny has been at it again. I've asked
the Boss to dinner with us, but he has yet to respond. While we wait, I'll
have a look at the A/C unit outside. You should have your phone fixed, so
it can call ALL numbers." Elmo said as he walked outside.
"The contactor is stuck down. See the paper wedged in the top of the
relay?" Elmo showed the white spot to Sammy and one officer. With it
removed, the relay sprang back up with a click. Elmo put the fuse back
into the receptacle.
"Since you don't keep track of your employees well, you can call someone
and get a restraining order against Frizzy. I personally would not give a
rat's ass for her chances if I were to get to her first. Take her to St.
John's, put her on the 5th floor. She is armed, so watch out." Elmo did
not think Frontenac would do anything.
"Cindy, do you have your permit yet?" Elmo asked.
"I've got better than that! We both got our licenses last week." Cindy
replied.
"A Happy belated birthday then, to you both. You drive over, Sam drives
back." Elmo said.
The local officers, seeing there was no arrest to be made, watched the
girls bounce out to the car. They then left to wait outside. It seemed
the Boss had another engagement, he departed without saying goodbye.
Frontenac did not have to wait long. Frizzy roared into the driveway on
two wheels. When Frontenac asked about the air conditioner, and the dog
cage, she became abusive. She reached for her weapon, which is a really
bad move when there are police around. No captive, no twins, a bad
attitude, foul language that is a recipe for a trip to the slammer. In
Frizzy's case, the slammer had padded walls and no male hormone pills.
The meal was Bacon pizza, cheese bread, and Pepsi's. The Boss appeared
at mid meal and got an earful and eyeful of Shannon and Elmo holding hands.
Having nothing to say, and not wanting the Press to get involved, the Boss
left. Sam drove back.
"So do you have a job Shannon?" Elmo worried about her.
"Yes, I think I can get back to it tomorrow. Will you stay the night
here with me?" Shannon batted her eyes at him.
"I'll have to talk to my kids; I have the two oldest now that I'm back.
I think I could stay." Elmo was sure he could.
As Elmo stood on the driveway, a smaller cat, a silver tabby darted from
a bush and headed for the open back door. Passing Elmo, it stopped, and
rubbed across and around his legs. Elmo picked the cat up. Odysseus
purred and kneaded her claws into Elmo's shoulder. Shannon gave the cat a
scratch.
"Hello stranger!" Shannon cooed at the cat.
"That cat has NEVER done that for a man. She is usually growling and
hissing. I wonder where she has been for the last year?" Shannon said as
the three went inside after the twins.
"I have a way with cats." Elmo was always a cat person.
"Cindy, Sammy! Guess who has decided to grace us with her royal
presence!" Shannon announced the cat's return. Sammy found that there was
cat food in the usual place. The cat stayed within sight of Shannon. Elmo
did too. Mark had made sure the house was stocked.
The following Tuesday, a wedding invitation arrived from San Diego for
Elmo. Along with the usual mushy stuff inside, was a handwritten note
saying "Bring your gear RSVP." Elmo called Shannon at home. She seemed to
know all about the invitation already.
"I'll make the reservations, will you be my roommate? The dojo is a few
miles away, but still close." Shannon sounded busy.
"Absolutely, my queen. I will stay with you. Someone else is keeping
secrets today, my dear Shannon!" Elmo puzzled over what was going on.
When they met next, Shannon told Elmo to not ask about what was being
planned.
Joe Baker called Elmo up; he had a toy to play with. Elmo came over,
noting that his FBI shadow no longer followed him around. The two talked
and laughed. They discussed the politics of Senators and quick exits. Joe
handed Elmo a diary, with some pages marked. Mark Stager was listed on two
entries in an old bound book. The Holder had a last name now. That
matched with the online diary entry from the DNA testing. Mister Stager,
socialite and benefactor, was a closet Sadist and Rapist. Elmo was
troubled, what should he tell Shannon? He kept the diary, and cracked
another joke. Anyone listening would not have been aware of the transfer.
Mark Stager paid for more belt tests; of course he passed each one. He
would be a Shodan within two months. He was going to pay that shit ball
Sizorbil a visit and teach him a lesson or two for what he had done to
Bill. At least that is what he planned to do.
Out in San Diego, the dojo was only 15 minutes from the hotel by rental
car. It was a private sort of place in an industrial area, with no foot
traffic or retail store front. Elmo was met at the door by a red Gi.
"Mr. Sizorbil, Sensei Lewis wishes to see you in his office. This way
please." The black belt ushered Elmo through the studio to the office.
"I have been told you are a Kenpo Shodan in good standing, and that you
carry the title of instructor." Master Lewis made a statement.
"Yes sir, I teach sparring in my dojo." Elmo answered directly.
"What do you expect to find here tonight Elmo?" Lewis continued.
"I expect to find Tom Stafford, and a traditional Tae Kwon Do reception.
A real Park dinner party if you will." Elmo referenced the traditional
killing of the outgoing head of state.
"So you expect a hostile welcome?" Lewis asked.
"Yes sir." Elmo answered again.
"Do you have any questions?" Lewis opened the floor.
"Is face and groin contact allowed here?" Elmo went for the gifts.
"Yes to both." Lewis was old style.
"Take downs and down fighting?" Elmo wondered how old.
"Yes to both." Lewis had opened Pandora's Box.
"Do you have any instructions for me, sir?" Elmo was ready to fight.
"Do not disappoint Tom. There are some here that have money riding on
the outcome of your kumite." Lewis put it all on the table.
"I see, thank you Sensei!" Elmo wanted to get on with it.
"You do not seem even the least bit perturbed Elmo." Lewis held Elmo
back.
"I have faced hostile names in large tournaments before. This should be
no different." Elmo was right.
"The men's dressing room is on the right, get going." Lewis rose and
pointed.
The mat was large, red and supple. It had at least an inch plus of hard
rubber under it. The ring in the center of the open room was 20 feet
square. There were eleven people; 2 women, two in black Gi's, everyone had
a black belt on. Bowing to the mat, Elmo entered and began to warm up.
Elmo began with his usual 60 jumping jacks, then stretches and kicks. A
tall dude with a mustache and long legs winked at another larger man. Tom
beckoned Elmo over.
"So you made it, good! What did Sensei Lewis have to say? Tom
inquired.
"Was my will in order, and there was money on the table over the
outcome." Elmo said.
"This looks like serious fun, no under belts here at all." Elmo liked
fighting all black.
"Who are these people?" Elmo continued to look around and stretch.
"All of them are law enforcement. This is a private dojo. The tall
mustache likes to spin, his name is Legs. The big guy hits HARD. The
women I have not seen fight. Groin is IN according to the master." Tom
said.
"I hope they have on their cups!" Elmo liked groin kicks. When he was
in the ring, groin was always a valid target.
"Did you enter the betting pool?" Elmo asked casually.
"I was not aware of any wager. With only one black Gi, I would not bet
on the outcome, but with two of us here, yes I would. A gentleman's bet
though." Tom answered. Elmo puzzled where the money was then.
Sensei Lewis entered the room, everyone stood and bowed in.
"We have a guest tonight, as you can see. Elmo Sizorbil is here from
St. Louis. He is a Kenpo style fighter. Groin is IN tonight." Lewis gave
the instructions. Legs looked annoyed.
"Kumite scoring is thus; 1 point hands to any legal target. Two points
for a kick to the body. Three points for a kick to the head. Elmo, you
and the Bear are up first." Lewis directed the large man to enter the ring.
The Bear lingered on the line, and then charged with a typical kick spin
kick combination to the head. Elmo side stepped the attack, and circled.
"Coward!" Someone from the floor called.
The Bear set into a forward stance... He was coming with a hand blitz.
Elmo faded and made use of the gallery chatter. He leaned way over, and
then threw a fast defensive side kick.
"Urf!" Bear stopped breathing too well. His forward progress abruptly
halted by the heel hitting his chest.
"Point!" a judge yelled. Three judges agreed a 2 point kick. Elmo
thought that at least the judges were not biased against him. The Bear was
pissed, red, and ready to return the favor. Elmo thought it was time to
put the Bear into hibernation. Elmo picked a creeper stance and crowded
the line. At the fight command he wheel kicked Bear in the head. Never
just stand on the line in a fight. Just tweaking the big man's nose, it
was a good flash, plenty of bend left in the leg. He could have really
hurt the guy.
"Point!" Several judges called. All four agreed, 5 to nothing. Match
to Elmo.
"Elmo stay up. Legs, come into the ring." Lewis was sending the
heavyweights out in order. There had to be an order. The Bear could not
comprehend how he had been beaten so quickly. He looked for Legs to even
the score.
Most leg only fighters are useless once you are inside their line. That
means jam, run, soft block, jam. Jamming was something Elmo had not shown
in his first match.
"Fight!" Lewis called. Legs reached across the line and tried to head
hunt on Elmo. Elmo soft blocked and faded.
"Point!" Called a judge. No, blocked said three. The dinner party had
started. Elmo dodged and ran, parried and ducked. Legs pursued his quarry
around the ring
"Coward! Look how he runs away!" Bear called out.
Elmo went to the corner, and entered a defensive rear cat stance. Legs
either did not care, or did not notice. He waved his leg in the air at
Elmo. Elmo sent his right heel into leg's groin. No cup on Legs. Elmo
smiled, Legs grimaced.
"Point!" A judge called. Not enough confirmation no point.
"Fight!" Lewis called.
Elmo attacked with a crossing rear. Legs blocked. Elmo repeated the
kick again. Legs blocked harder. Legs wanted Elmo to come again, he had
something in mind. Elmo crossed again, but when Legs put his arms down to
block, Elmo back fisted him square in the face. Legs lost his balance and
fell. Elmo stomped Legs in the chest before any judge reacted.
"Point!" Lewis called. Two judges said hands, two said kick. One point
attack. 1 0 now. Elmo crossed again, but didn't move forward. Legs
jammed into empty space, stopping right in Elmo's hand range. The back
fist struck Legs in the eye. It began to turn red at once. Hit only as
hard as you want to be hit back, Legs was going full power so Elmo answered
in kind.
"Point!" Lewis called. All four said hand attack. The score was two to
nothing now. The gallery laughed at Legs.
"Hajimee" Lewis called.
Legs spun with another head kick. Elmo jammed with a palm to the groin.
Legs fell again, hard. Elmo stomped Legs in the chest, taking his wind.
"Point!" Lewis called. 3 judges called the palm. It was three to
nothing now.
"Hajimee!" Lewis called.
Blind to all but rage, balls smarting from the shock, Legs charged hard
into Elmo. Elmo dropped into a roll block and hit Legs again in the groin.
"Point!" Lewis called. Legs didn't get up. When he hit the ground, he
lost his wind, his ego, and his advantage.
"Get up and fight Legs!" Lewis called. "Get up and fight or leave. You
are taking up space on the mat." The room was silent. Sensei Lewis smiled,
Tom smiled. Legs got up.
"Mother fucking shit ball black Gi!" Legs cursed at Elmo.
"Fight!" Lewis called. The match was already over in points, but Legs
was determined to get revenge.
Elmo dropped low and came with a lunge punch that took the judges and
Legs by surprise. Legs gasped and flew back off his feet and hit the wall
outside the ring.
"Point! And match." There was no question about the point. The score
was five to nothing, six really.
"Elmo please stay up. Sandra come out on the mat." Lewis called out.
Sandra was a taller brunet. Maybe 130 pounds, she was white faced, but
came up anyway. Legs grabbed his gear and left silently. Bear left too.
Elmo had fought national champions, and been creamed. But he still didn't
give up. Seeing Legs go down to Elmo had made Sandra pause and think. She
was ready for a beating. This guy downed the two people she feared in the
ring. What was he going to do to her?
"Fight!" Lewis called. Sandra shuffled forward with a side kick. Elmo
merely stepped back. He didn't even block. Sandra shuffled and kicked
again. Elmo simply was not there.
"Why do you announce your attack with that shuffle?" Elmo asked through
his mouthpiece.
"Break!" Called Lewis. "Answer him, Sandra."
"To cover the distance to my target Sensei." Sandra said.
"Have you seen an example tonight of how to cover that distance without
a shuffle?" Elmo said.
"Yes, a short stance kick. You used it to hit Bear off the line."
Sandra answered.
"Fight!" Lewis called again.
Elmo faked a downward back fist, bounced off her lead arm, and lightly
flashed her nose with the back of his hand.
"Point!" Lewis called. He didn't even ask the other judges.
"Hajimee!" Lewis called again.
This time Sandra moved her rear leg up first, then slid a round house in
under Elmo's guard.
"Point!" Lewis called. All four judges awarded two points. One to Two.
"Fight!" Lewis called.
Confidence is a powerful tool. She hand blitzed, and caught Elmo
between steps. Elmo didn't let her hit him; she did it on her own.
"Point!" Lewis called. Three to one.
"Time!" Lewis called. "Thank you both."
"Larry, Ed up!" Lewis called two new fighters up. The character of the
fights had changed. There was more watching, less chatter, and no comments
from the peanut gallery. Elmo was someone who could teach, not just a
hired gun to take out Legs and Bear. Tom went 5-0 and 5-0 in his matches.
Lewis took a break from fighting. "Elmo, explain how you fought Legs."
Lewis commanded.
"Legs is a typical Tae Kwon Do fighter. He is a linear thinker, using
mostly straight line attacks. He did show one jam, something a TKD usually
does not do. Such a fighter is best attacked with things other than a
half-step fade and counter. You should get under their skin, don't play
their game. When they get pissed, they predictably charge with a spinning
kick. If they come with hands, it is still an excellent defense to roll
block them. Would you like a drill to practice that Sensei?" Elmo saw what
Lewis wanted.
"Yes, Elmo, that would be useful." Lewis answered. The mini-seminar
went on until 10pm. Elmo was too tired to continue. It was midnight
stomach time for Elmo.
"This is the way in my studio, you learn from your peers, without
pressure. This is the way of a Kenpo studio." Lewis announced to the
remaining nine.
"Ah, the light turns on!" Elmo said aloud. This was a Kenpo sales pitch
to the white Gi's. Legs was the bait, and the wager. Now the old style
bare knuckle rules made sense to Elmo. Tired, sore, and with a headache,
Elmo got dressed. Tom and Sensei Lewis were waiting.
"Come with me for a moment, Elmo." Lewis motioned to his office. Elmo
stepped inside and sat down. Lewis produced a parchment, which had Duodan
written on it, signed and dated. Lewis was a Hachidan, 8th degree. Your
head of studio knows of this, Elmo. I think that performance on Legs was
just what I was looking for. Congratulations." Lewis extended his hand, as
did Tom.
When Elmo stumbled into his empty hotel room, the connecting door was
open. The plot was ripe, and it had hatched. On the king size bed was a
shorter white haired blonde, and in her muff was a patch of strawberry
blonde hair.
"Did you have fun dear? We did!" Shannon called between slurps. Elmo
would have stayed and watched the show, but his head hurt! He showered and
crashed.
At 08:15, Elmo's door was in danger of being broken down. He got up,
and peered into the view port. Tom was there, in his monkey suit, banging
on the door.
"Hold your horses Tom." Elmo said loudly. He closed the connecting door
as he passed it. Tom was agitated, he could not locate Lisa. Naturally,
Elmo was at the center of the trouble as Tom thought.
"I cannot find Lisa. Nobody has seen her since dinner last night." Tom
shook.
"Relax, you found her. She is next door, talking shop with Shannon.
They are doing wedding things in there; I don't think you should go in.
I'd expect bridesmaids shortly from their chattering." Elmo already had a
cover thought up.
"You should not see her until she walks down the aisle anyway." Elmo
said when Tom moved to the connecting door.
"How long has she been here?" Tom was suspicious.
"At least an hour I'd say. Lots of shop talk and wedding details, it is
so BORING!" Elmo said. "She sure didn't spend the night with me, I had a
reservation already." Elmo spoke the truth, but barely.
"Is Tom out there? Tee! You silly boy, you cannot come in here. You
will just have to wait!" Lisa chimed in through the door. Tom relaxed
visibly on hearing his bride to be's voice.
"This could take hours, Tom. I'll meet you downstairs in the lobby in
10 minutes. At least you will not have to wait alone. It is clearly
better than listening to this female chatter!" Elmo said as he ushered Tom
out the door.
Shannon said "Thank you" as Elmo left, but she was still quite
distracted by a vibrating monster.
"So I see you and Shannon are a couple." Tom said as Elmo found him in
the lobby.
"More than a couple, but no ring on the hand yet." Elmo explained.
"What has happened to the dyke Frizzy?" Tom inquired.
"Her Givadictome was delayed. She lost it when some local cops asked
about her treatment of Shannon. She is in a nice padded room, where there
are key locks on both sides of the door, and no door knobs." Elmo shot Tom
a big smile.
"Your room reeked of pussy. What were the girls really doing in there?"
Tom returned to the scene several floors above.
"I can account for the freshly fucked smell, you dog. As to what women
do behind closed doors, I don't know. Most of the talk I heard was about
busting other slave cells, and how many children Lisa wanted. Don't think
anything more of it." Elmo had been there before.
Shannon showed up with the bridal party. Elmo had chosen to sit with
the groom's family. A choice that earned him a dirty look, but Shannon
said nothing until the car ride back to the airport. Lisa's father on the
other hand, made it a point to greet Elmo with a smile.
"Thank you for the cover this morning. Waking up with together was
something we had wanted to do. Is Tom suspicious?" Shannon said.
"More than suspicious, but the cover story apparently functioned. So
what is next?" Elmo asked.
"A vacation back north? Maybe a walk down the aisle together? I'm open
to suggestions." Shannon said. Elmo choked.
Elmo had been thinking hard about what to do with the information he
had. Opening up the old wounds from her rape might be catastrophic. It
also might give the twins a father, and four more siblings. Stager had a
series of ad's running on the television. He was a family man, and ran a
large, but family business. Elmo finally decided to ask Mark Chandler what
to do. He visited the bureau on Fourth Street, bringing the book with him.
"Elmo, what is this you wanted to discuss?" Mark greeted the visitor,
and ushered him through the building to his newest office.
"I know who the second party is in Shannon's rape. Mark Stager, the
grocery king is the holder. It is right here in one of Bill's hardcopy
diaries. Don't even think of asking where it came from." Elmo handed the
marked book to Mark.
Mark read in silence, his jaw clenching. "Does Shannon know?" Mark said
slowly.
"No, I have not mentioned it. What should be done? This could cause a
lot of harm to everyone involved, especially to the twins and Shannon."
Elmo said.
"Is this the only evidence you have? A hand written diary from Bill?"
Mark wanted to know if there was something else Elmo was keeping back.
"There was a 1-800-DNA-4-DAD lab workup done by Bill after the twins
were abducted. The results showed Bill was not the father, Mark was. The
records were on the laptop." Elmo emptied his bag of tricks.
"How unfortunate, since the laptop you gave to the Wakefield branch was
recently destroyed. The hard drive just would not spin up, strange how
that happened, isn't it?" Mark said.
"There were multiple identical copies of that laptop. Both Andersons
had one. And there are zip drive backups of the disk. Bill's are
encrypted though." Elmo again pulled out something from nothing.
"Where are the other laptops?" Mark smelled blood.
"I don't think we need them. The DNA test will still function again; we
just need the samples to test. If it becomes an issue, I did make a zip
copy of his hard drive before handing the laptop away. Do you want it? My
copy is not encrypted." Elmo had a point.
"Let me think about this for a while. I'll just keep this little
treasure, okay? You computer geeks and your backups... That is good to
know, but I don't want it just yet." Mark dropped the diary into his desk
drawer.
"Then just escort me out of this place, Mark. The extended family is
heading back up north at the end of the week. I will not mention this to
anyone until you figure out what to do." Elmo headed to the door.
Mark showed Elmo out, and then went to visit the legal types on the
staff.
Elmo, Randy and Sandy packed into the Honda, Shannon, Cindy and Sammy
packed into their Honda at 05:00 for the trip north. The girls were going
to have the lower bunk house to themselves. Randy would take his usual
spot in the north bedroom. While the kids got along great, Elmo's
youngest, Pam, wouldn't see or talk to any of the 'others'. She rejected
anyone her Dad liked, any female that is. She declined to go on the family
vacation. Elmo was hurt by her rejection. He thought Pam should see how a
loving family lived, not a nit-picking back biting one.
Everyone went to bed early on the first night. Everyone except Randy
and Cindy, they met in the tool shed after everyone had turned in for the
night. The two had been eyeing each other for two weeks, ever since they
met. Cindy knew the bulge in Randy's pants meant he didn't have an average
tool to work with. That is why the two had picked the tool shed to meet
in. Both twins had selected Depo-Provera for birth control. Their mother
didn't need to ask why. The two were hotly engaged as soon as the door
closed. Groping and fondling like teenagers, which they in fact were.
Sandy and Sammy spent a while talking about boys, and girls. Sandy asked
about Sammy's performances, and anal sex. While she would talk to her
father about sex, she was much more comfortable talking about it with
another girl her age. She didn't seem to notice how long Cindy was gone.
The two went to sleep by midnight. Randy and Cindy quit at 12 cum shots.
Randy didn't bother to think about Cindy's interest in exceeding ten in one
night. The tool shed reeked of pussy and showed pecker tracks the next
morning when Elmo went out for his morning business. Cindy was
uncomfortable sitting in the wooden chair at breakfast. Still leaking from
the night before. Elmo said nothing, but roused Randy and told him he had
enough sleep; there was work to be done.
After breakfast, the kids dissolved into the forest, to go visit their
forts. The major fort was a collection of trails, fallen trees, and ropes
that concealed a hiding place on a hill overlooking the valley. The twins
had not been there in their brief stay before. Cindy and Randy were kissy
face as soon as they had crossed the hill. Sandy didn't quite know how to
react. Sammy filled her in on the game plan, she and Cindy were going to
gang fuck Randy, a tag team match, and Sandy was going to run cover for
them. Randy didn't care that his natural sister was watching as he dropped
his jeans and started a doggie style in the main fort. Sandy just stared,
she had never seen Randy with a hard on, or any fucking up close, real
close. Sammy swapped off with Cindy after her first orgasm. The twins had
continued to shave. Sandy saw that and though she was proud of her bush,
she would give that a try. Cindy saw Sandy rubbing her crotch, watching
the action. Nobody was watching the trail. Cindy knew she could get Sandy
involved, if not with her, then maybe with Sammy.
Back at the cabin, Elmo and Shannon enjoyed a long, slow hot kiss. With
the kids outside, likely until lunch called, they closed the bedroom door
behind them. Clothes were discarded, or hung on their hooks as needed.
The two lovers climbed into bed for some action.
"What do you have in mind, my love?" Elmo asked Shannon as she massaged
his balls.
"Eat me until I beg you to stop, then fuck me doggie style for as long
as you can last." Shannon purred at Elmo.
"As you wish, my queen!" Elmo said. Shannon giggled at still be called
the queen.
Elmo found Mom's scent a bit stronger than the twins, but the G spot was
in the same place, and her breasts were just as sensitive as her daughter's
had been. She had many orgasms, Elmo was getting a sore neck and his
tongue was running low on energy. He still kept going, using his fingers
to give his mouth a rest. Shannon pulled Elmo by the ears up to kiss him.
"Fuck me from behind. I want your cum to run down my leg until dinner."
Shannon turned over into a Carolina High Dog. She thrust back each time
Elmo slid in. For his part, Elmo played with Shannon's table grade butt.
There were no marks on it anymore, just smooth and taut globes of freckled
flesh. Shannon had several loud orgasms before Elmo stiffened, and held
himself deeply inside his lover. This was a woman to keep, and keep happy
he thought, even if she did swing the other way at times. That Elmo
accepted Shannon's leanings just made him more desirable in her eyes.
Where had this man been when she needed one so many years ago? It didn't
matter, she had him now.
The two lovers slid down into the bed, Elmo continued to lie on top of
Shannon, keeping his wilting manhood shoved inside her. They kissed for
some time without speaking.
"What sized house should we build, honey?" Shannon spoke; she dislodged
Elmo from inside her with the effort. The slippery mess began to ooze out.
Elmo handed her a soft rag to mop it up.
"We have six years of a full house, with just the four that are outside.
I figure a spare room if Pam ever takes off the blinders. Seven bedrooms,
and a four car garage. Five thousand square feet plus. We could move to
something smaller when they have all grown and left, maybe ten years from
now. I'd need a shop to putter in." Elmo gave Shannon another long kiss,
and rolled off her.
Both cats crashed out of the attic, one had a mouse to torment. The two
ran after the terrified mouse, clawed open the door, and tussled through
the rest of the cabin.
"We had better get dressed; there is work to be done." Elmo tried to get
out of bed, but Shannon and not heard the kids return yet. She held Elmo
back, and said "Lets fuck some more, lover."
"If you can get the rodent to attention, I'll do whatever you say, my
queen." Elmo pulled the covers up, and kissed Shannon on the nose. Shannon
straddled Elmo and rutted until he came again. The four woods bound teens
didn't make any noise when they returned to grab some sodas. They watched
Shannon rise and fall for a while then went back outside for a swim. The
eagle was sitting on her tree when the kids came down. Both twins looked
at her, stopping dead in their tracks. Randy and Sandy didn't understand
what was so special about that bird. They learned quickly. The noises of
the party down on the pier told Shannon that play-time was over for those
in the cabin. The mission outside must be completed too. The two dressed,
and went down the hill taking the towels that the teen's had forgotten.
"Hello dear friend!" Elmo said when he reached the pier. The eagle
groomed a wing, but stayed put. Everyone was quiet, each thinking of how
their lives had changed over the summer. Cindy and Sammy pushed Elmo in,
breaking the spell of the moment. Elmo did not resurface. Randy and Sandy
said nothing. They knew dad had swum to the raft, and was on the other
side. Soon the snorting started from out on the lake, the big bad lake
monster was looking for fresh food. The eagle lofted into the air, and
flew over Elmo. She continued south and landed in another dead tree. The
twins figured it out when they saw Randy and Sandy laughing uncontrollably.
Shannon dove in and swam out to see Elmo. All six played and splashed
until lunchtime. Water sports would come after lunch. Elmo and Randy
waited while the ladies changed. Sandy saw Shannon was bald. Bill had a
laser remove all her pubic hair. Sandy resolved to shave at once, when she
had a chance.
"Did you four have fun out in the woods? I hope you didn't get bitten
in the wrong places!" Shannon said once lunch was set on the table. Sandy
coughed; could Shannon have known what was going on out in the fort? Had
she been spying on the fuck fest? She did not say anything. The queen bed
in the bunk house had two occupants every night thereafter. It was a
vacation of awakening for Randy and Sandy. It was just pure pleasure for
the twins. Randy and Cindy formed a bond that was not going to be broken.
Tootles and Odysseus didn't eat much cat food out of the bag. They did
spend lots of time being scratched. Finally the time north came to an end.
Nobody had come to visit, except the eagle which ate every fish the
children caught and put in the four foot baby pool they set up. The
resident minks grabbed the leftovers that were too small for the eagle. In
the early morning light, the extended family departed. Three of the four
girls made wet spots on their car seats as they dripped on the way back.
Sandy traveled with the other girls. On one leg, Cindy joined Randy in the
back seat of Elmo's car. Elmo didn't care, Cindy was unsure at first, but
abandoned that thought quickly. It wasn't just her mother that knew, she
decided. Sammy and Sandy were busy in the back of their car too. Shannon
said nothing either. She did warn them when a stop neared so they could be
presentable when it was important.
Back at home, the two groups mingled often. The water polo games at
MICDS were quite the happening, what with the twins on one side, and Randy
and Sandy on the other. The only bump in the road appeared in October,
when Mark Stager appeared at the Wednesday sparring class.
When Elmo came in, he saw Mark Stager entering the dressing room.
"Kathy, call Martin now. Tell him the "Holder" from the McDonald rape
of 17 years ago is in the studio. Then call Mister Stoner, tell him I need
assistance." Elmo looked right at the paid instructor, and motioned about
Mark going into the dressing room. The look on Elmo's face said this was
no joking matter. She found Sensei Martin at his dojo. He left right way
to come south. Mr. Stoner, the head sparring instructor, came in a rush.
Kathy had told him what Martin had to say. The class had few people in it
that day, all advanced belts. Elmo was glad that nothing would happen in
front of an under-belt. Since Mark Chandler had not said anything yet,
Elmo knew that Stager was there to get even with him. Accidents in the
dojo were uncommon, but there was no suing someone in that business. It
was a hazardous sport to begin with. Two brown belt women and two green
belt men were there. Mark had company in the form of another belt mill
friend. Seven witnesses until Martin and Mr. Stoner showed up. Kathy
called the head of the studio. She knew what was coming. Two local police
appeared five minutes into the class, they stayed outside the mat, and were
not visible to those inside.
"Let's bow in please." Elmo called to the class before warm-ups started.
Mark and his Uncle Louie bowed stiffly in the traditional Korean bow, their
Gi's were starched. The colored belts looked at each other and said "Fresh
Meat!" out loud. Mark ignored them. Mr. Stoner arrived first. He took
over the class, ended warm ups, and called Elmo and Mark up to fight.
"Don't kill him." Mr. Stoner said, apparently not to anyone in
particular. The Brown belt women took the ring corners.
"Fight!" Stoner barked.
Mark charged with his flashy high head kicks. Elmo marveled at Marks
stupidity and moved off angle. Mark threw his kick hard enough that he
lost his balance when it missed. He spun through and tried again. On the
next clash, Elmo jammed Mark, with a reverse punch.
"OOOOFFF!" Mark dropped with little wind left in his body. Elmo smiled
at Mark when he hit him.
"Break!" Called Mr. Stoner. "Elmo, out! Wendy step in."
There was no point in Elmo having all the fun. It was clear to everyone
but Mark and the other guy that there were two sitting ducks to be enjoyed
by all. Martin came in, in time to see Wendy kick Mark square in the
groin. At least Mark brought a cup to the mat. While Mark was attempting
to recover from the blast, Elmo started into him.
"Did you enjoy Bill's wedding present?" Elmo said loud enough for all to
hear. The under belts quickly saw that something was going on, and it was
not business as usual. More senior black belts started to appear. A green
belt noted the cops outside the door, which was now closed.
"I don't know what you are talking about. I've never seen you before."
Mark lied.
"The one with the fine ass, that you shared will you best friend, Butt
Hole Bill." Elmo responded back.
"Fight!" Mr. Stoner called. Wendy figured that Mark was a shit ball,
as well as a very poorly trained fighter. She punched him in the eye
before he could set up. This only aggravated Mark, he was supposed to be
giving the beating, not taking one from a girl! He had paid lots of good
money to Master Po for that belt.
"Fight!" Stoner called again. Mark charged right into a defensive rear
kick. He went down, breathless.
"That is enough for now. You, what is your name?" Mr. Stoner pointed
to the other black belt. "You up. Josh, you too."
The two eyed each other. The black belt refused to touch gloves, or to
introduce himself. It was beneath his rank to talk to such rabble.
"Fight!" Mr. Stoner called. Josh hit the man with a clean wheel kick,
right off the line. The black belt's head rocked back. He had just stood
there. Mark was aware of Martin's gaze locked onto his left forearm. The
black belt went down 5 0 in under a minute. The other woman and the other
green belt were called up. The match went 3 2 in the woman's favor. She
stayed up, Mark was called back.
"Fight!" Mr. Stoner called. The brown belt sat Mark on the ground with
a front thrust kick. She smiled at him.
"How did you get that scar on your arm, Mark? Produce boxes reaching
out to scratch you?" Elmo had another chance to needle him. Mark tied to
blitz the woman, but she stepped out of the way.
"Did you know you have another pair of twins, clones of the woman you
two shared that night? That makes three sets of identical twins you are a
father of, Mark." Elmo just watched and smiled. Mark paused, but was then
decked hard by a side kick from the woman. She enjoyed getting even for
someone she didn't even know.
"Bull shit. You are a liar! You have no proof!" Mark managed to heave
out as he got to his feet. Martin had heard enough. The scar was one
thing; the denial was so poor it ranked down there with Mark's fighting
ability.
"Really? Bill told you about the twins? Did he also say they were sold
to a Jordanian for $500,000? They are yours; he had a paternity test done.
You matched, he didn't." Elmo twisted the family man's mind out of place.
Martin asked Mr. Stoner for a chance to go onto the mat. Mark just glared
at Elmo.
"You lie you shit ball!" Mark said. He was not afraid. His buddy
inched to his gear bag. The head of the studio remarked that he would live
longer if he kept his hands and play toys separate.
"Fight!" Mr. Stoner roared. Martin took Mark down with a single punch.
He did not get back up. The green belts dragged him off to the side and
dropped him.
"Can you imagine what your wife will say when this hits the papers?
I'll make sure it lands on page one. Maybe a Jerry Berger column too? You
had to waltz in here like a fool and prove it to everyone. What did that
belt cost you? Is it worth what you paid for it? You have two more
children that do not know their father. They only know a sadistic rapist.
The other rapist in that event, as you know, isn't in this world anymore.
You and Bill abused another FBI agent. Did you think Bill was that mean? I
really don't care what your answer is, Mark. There are some nice men in
blue here to deal with your likes." Elmo opened the door. Martin just
smiled as the uniforms came in and took him away. Mark's buddy went with
him, if only to escape from the studio.
"You all realize that this event is not to be discussed again, even in
the studio." The head of the studio spoke to everyone in the room. They
all agreed. The rest of sparring class was canceled. Martin looked
fulfilled. Elmo got a private conference with the four ranking belts
there. Nothing else was said.
When Elmo returned home, both Mark Chandler and Shannon were there.
Shannon looked shaken, but proud. She would not press charges against
Stager. Bill got what he deserved, Stager was only a patsy. The three
sets of twins were not a coincidence. They shared a father. The twins
declined to meet Mr. Stager. They continued to be friends with the other
twins for what remained of their high school years. Shannon slept soundly
that night. Her bad dreams vanished from that point onward.
Mark Stager's wife immediately procured separate beds. She didn't
divorce him outright. He had to live with a wife that would not sleep with
him, and two children that would not acknowledge his existence. Master Po
got a visit from some people with badges. He skipped town leaving his
contracts, and quite a few disconcerted customers behind. Mark's sparring
buddy decided to take lessons from another Kenpo dojo, somewhat closer to
home. He threw away the black belt and started over. Mark never got over
being dismembered by two women. He would never admit to being taken by a
Korean, or being bettered by a woman.
Shannon found a ring under the Christmas tree that winter. Pam finally
agreed to come meet her new step family. They were not three headed ogres
or slimy white trash as she had been told. She also saw Dad and Shannon
kissing, which was something she had never seen Dad and Mom do. Pam's
world view shook. For a twelve year old, it was traumatic. Torn between
her mother and a real functional family, she did not know what to do.
Before New Year's Day, she had her own room in the new house. Elmo's Ex
moved out of town. Custody was not an issue after that.
Elmo and Shannon walked down the aisle together in March. Tom and Lisa
were there, Lisa a good fifteen pounds heavier than normal, as she was due
in three more months.
"Boy, Girl or don't care?" Elmo asked Tom when he saw the watermelon
under construction on Lisa's smaller frame.
"We don't know yet, we want to be surprised." Tom replied, and gave Lisa
a solid squeeze.
Shannon's side of the aisle was more populated than Elmo's. Lots of
suits and law related folks. Mark Chandler gave the bride away; she was
wearing white. Sandy caught the flowers, snatching them from Cindy on a
mad dive to the floor. Joe Baker was there too, he was Elmo's best man.
Joe had a rather expensive suit on. A variety of things just seem to keep
appearing for Joe. He never explained what his gas can fund was, or what
funded it. He and Elmo had a good laugh, but nobody knew what the joke
was.
Randy and Cindy went off to Stanford together. They came back four
years later with a ring and another aisle date. Samantha found a string of
lovers before settling on a local boy with beer in his background. They
took the long walk on the short pier seven months after Randy and Cindy.
Sandy had any boyfriend she wanted. After her walk down the runway at the
Veiled Prophet Ball, she graduated top in her class. Her long-term lover
proposed to her one night after dinner at Tony's restaurant. Pam took a
while to adjust to a no Bitching household, but she learned that love was
better than backstabbing.
One day a strange car pulled into the large quiet house's driveway. A
good looking woman with long blonde hair emerged timidly and came to the
door. It was Frizzy, in a dress and perfume. Her deep voice now a smooth
purr.
"Let her in Elmo, it is cold out there." Shannon saw there was a
difference in Frizzy, something she had not expected.
"Thank you Elmo. Hello Shannon, it has been a very long time since we
last spoke." Frizzy had lost the Butch routine. She was on Estrogen, and
loved it. She had a steady boyfriend, a State Trooper.
"I am sorry for the way I acted with both of you. It was poor judgment
and not right. Please forgive me." Jenny actually sounded contrite.
"You missed the twins, both are in a race to the nursery. Their due
dates are days apart." Shannon dodged the forgiveness part. The two
one-time lovers talked for a short while before Jenny said she had to
leave.
Elmo and Shannon went up to their room to enjoy life together.
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