The Unexpected
Hero
The place had
a good security system, minus in the part in the ground floor were the
building’s cleaning crew put on their uniforms. I snuck in there at a time I
was sure there wouldn’t be anyone, and had to lock myself in a stall inside the
WC for five hours.
I got a text
message with the confirmation from a friend…
No it wasn’t
Tinker Bell, neither Jocasta. The guy was good, but he soon found out that it
wasn’t his turf, this ‘criminal’ thing, and left the field. Every now and then
we get in touch and he helped me in payment for some stuff I did to help him…
Anyway, as
soon as I knew that the cameras, that he had hacked about three weeks earlier,
were showing the footage of five days earlier, I went to the kitchen of the
employees of the building itself. And prepared it for my
needs.
The guys that
did the night watch were methodical; everyday, at 10 PM, one of them would go
to the kitchen and prepare some coffee, five minutes later the other two would
show up and they would have a mug of fresh hot coffee and load their thermos
with the rest of it. I doused the filter with a little something that had cost
almost the same that all other materials and data I had gathered for that job,
but when the guards showed up twenty minutes later everything went as planned.
Guard number one made some coffee, guards two and three showed up, all three
drank the coffee…
And thirty
minutes later when they woke up they realized that they were stuck, taped
(& cuffed) beyond hope to those chairs and locked, each one of them, inside
a closet on that floor. And when it happened I hoped I would be long gone…
I had but one
hour to do the jobs, the fake and the real one, before the guys at the security
firm HQ got suspicious, giving or taking five minutes, Every hour one of the
guys had to put his right index finger against a sensor, and even if I cut it
out (even if I was like that) it probably wouldn’t work… But I had some aces in
my sleeve.
I had been
hired to take pictures of some documents in a law firm on the 23th
floor, but to drive away any suspicion, and giving the fact that I would have
to deal with the guards, I would ‘first’ break-in in another law firm on the 26th
floor.
The first firm
was small, the second was one of the biggest ones in town that dealt with the
ego of its upper class, they had stepped on too many powerful and VIP’s feet
for their clients. So, if there was a break-in at that address it was obvious
that they were to be the most likely target. To make things
better to me the cameras showed that I would leave some witnesses behind me…
namely miss lawyer and miss lawyer’ secretary.
To make a long
story short, a stupid intern erased some files and made miss (junior) lawyer’s
life a hell for the past two days. The intern was fired, but received a
substantial ‘bonus’ from one of the senior partners of that firm because of
that, it was all part of a plot to have the lady fired. Why? Don’t know and
don’t care.
The fact is
that they were there when I broke into their office at 10:15 PM.
The junior lawyer
was in her early thirties, short (cropped) black hair that gave quite the
contrast to her skin (that lady was in serious need of a tan!), and she was
also taller and bustier than her companion. The secretary for her turn hadn’t
turned twenty yet, was more or less of my height, blonde and with lovely blue
eyes. While the secretary went straight into panic mode the lawyer looked at me
resigned. ‘Does this have anything to do with the Ian & Tarrant lawsuit?’
she asked me. And when I told her that I had never heard of it, that I needed
to steal something from one of the senior partners not from her or her clients,
she whistled and looked up saying ‘Thank you Lord!’!
She then
helped her secretary to calm down as she asked what I had done with the
security guys, I told her (why not?) the truth and she, hugging the younger
woman a bit closer to her, asked me what I was going to do with them.
‘The same that
I did with those guys downstairs, tape you up in your undies’
I replied.
She started to
undress right away and made the secretary follow her. I threw her the roll of
duct tape and she crossed the blonde’s wrists behind her back before anything.
Ten minutes
later it was over, the lawyer was hogtied in her cream colored bra and panties
over her own desk and the secretary, sharing an equally restrictive hogtie (I
taped their calves and thighs together after I folded their legs and their
elbows went closer than they wished they would go), was on the floor in a
naughtier (than her boss) set of pink underwear, I next shut down the lights of
the office and I locked it behind me. As for the gags I didn’t pack their
mouths, but each girl had five or four strips of tape over their lips, and another as blindfold over their eyes.
Next I went to
one of the seniors’ offices and stole some stuff about a fusion (my hacker
friend had told me which files I should look for as the cover-up), and the
proofs that one side would need in order to force the other to do their
bidding.
I didn’t know
if they could hear me inside their locked office, but I had to pretend that I
was looking for something in the other office of that firm, so I stayed in
there for like five minutes when I didn’t needed more than one. So what I did
to pass the time?
I looked at
the windows and saw what was happening outside, and found out that a break-in
was happening in the building next to the one I was!
Two girls,
dressed all in black but nowhere near in a ‘fetishistic’ fashion that you may
have thought when I told you their sex, just tennis shoes, jeans trousers,
t-shirts, jackets and gloves, were tying up a third one in an office on the 23th
floor. Neither of the girls was masked, and by the way it looked like the redhead
they were tying up was in league with them. I still had my binoculars in my
backpack and I aimed it at them.
Yep, the buxom
babe was too passive, too cooperative, for it to be real.
And
the body language of the two Asian girls tying her up? I
am not a lip-reader, but I am sure that the one tying her arms behind her back
said ‘I’m sorry’ at least four times.
And I am
almost sure that her companion stood up at one point and said to the blonde ‘It
had to be like that to work!’ to their gagged ‘captive’… ‘Stood up’ you ask?
Okay. I was in
an office with the lights shut, wearing night vision goggles, on the 28th
floor, and I look down the street, then I look at the building facing me right
on time to see this Chinese (or Korean) gal, mid-twenties and short hair, lifting
the shutter in a window in a floor below mine on that building.
She looked around
and saw no light in any of the floors of the building in front of her, so she
turned around and made the ‘come in’ sign with her palm open and, as she lifted
all the shutters of that office a gal, quite the spectacular one, was brought
into the office by another all clad in black Chinese (or Korean) girl.
And the one
she brought was in her undies, which showed more than
covered anything, gagged with microfoam tape and presumably bound, but not
afraid in any way you might think of. They helped the girl sit on the edge of a
desk and the first one set out to tie her legs while the other started to wrap
her arms and torso in rope.
I grabbed my
camera, that I was about to use in a few minutes, and took a couple of
pictures… I aimed at the girl’s impressive cleavage ok, not at any particular
tying or her gagged face, you are the one who like to do that with chicks… not
me!
Alright…
I’ll send you the pics later…
Anyway, I took
a couple of pictures and then I went to my real target, 3 floors below, and in
five minutes it was done. Just because I was, again, facing the building were
those three gals were, for whatever reason they had
to do that, staging a robbery with one of them as the one ‘surprised’ by the
robbers, or whatever, and… I confess… that the victim had really big breasts,
is that I aimed the camera at the building once more.
Yeah, all I
wanted was to take a picture of her bare-breasted.
And I took it…
Too
bad that she was being slapped at that right moment.
Slapped hard, by a man, while her two attackers were being tied up by two other
guys…
She was scared
now, and crying, and the guy was clearly stating what he was going to do with
her, and the others…again I repeat that I am not into lip-reading, one of the
guys tying up the Chinese/Koreans (whatever…) rather savagely, without any care
as if he was hurting the girl, basically yanked the gun from the one yelling at
the redhead as he was about to pull the trigger. And then they started to yell
at each other, and the one that had just saved a life was obviously yelling
‘not here you… (whatever)!’ at
the other guy. By the way, all three were white, early to mid-twenties and were
wearing suits, as if they were federal agents. Seriously, that’s what they
could pass for…
Three federal
agents that, for some reason, were about to kill those three dames.
In the end the
one who didn’t wanted that ‘it’ happened right in front of me convinced the
other one, with a little pressure of the third guy (after he finished
restraining the two Asian girls), to move them away. So they undid the knots on
the ropes on the girls’ legs and, either carrying them as if they were sack of
potatoes (the one that had lifted all shutters), or forcing them to walk at
their pace while they tried (poorly) not to yank their arms out of their
respective sockets. And that’s when I made my move.
I told you
that I had some aces in my sleeve, right?
Namely, a very
good hacker that could create a blackout anytime he wanted to. Among other things. Hey, I was being paid 200K to do that
job! And besides, he liked the idea to be able to be ‘God’ if he wanted to…
until he got bored with it…
That kid was
really weird…
In any case,
as soon as I saw the redhead’s nose starting to bleed thanks to that slap (that
was almost a sideways punch), I had picked one of the
three cellphones I was going to use that night. I
called the guy and told him to get into the other building’s system ‘no matter
what’, and told him that lives were at stake if he didn’t manage to make it.
Straight on
the ego! BULLSEYE!
He said that
the security of the systems of that other building was even junkier
than the one of the building I was, and I made him shut down the elevators of
the other building, when they were between floors. He did it and the three guys
and their three captives got stuck between the 5th and 4th
floor. He also gave me an idea of what was going on there.
To put it
simple, the guy who had slapped the redhead was one of those Silicon Valley
millionaires/billionaires (the first one in his case), the other two were his buddies
and they had obviously bribed the security guys in charge of that building that
night, he told me that they were playing poker with (each) two or three packets
of bills on the table. I told him to shut down the lights of the building, not
the power, just the lights.
He was right,
the security of the place was junk, and the guys in charge of it were even junkier! It took me less than twenty minutes to deal with
all four of them!
After I put
the last one of the sold-outs in a hogtie (with the
help of his tie and cuffs), I went to the garage. There it was,
a black limo, with its headlights on, and smoking a cigar by it was the cutest
chauffer I had ever seen. Seriously, the dame was a looker!
The black suit
was unbuttoned and she wore a white shirt under it, that was straining against
her chest… aaaaaand with that I just gave away who the *********** was!
Yep, ‘Don’
Parker!
But then
again, that was a weird, but very pleasant, fact that idea of his to have only
buxom ex-models as his chauffers, wherever he was he would NOT drive a car for
his needs, but have this incredibly good looking early to mid-thirties lady,
never beyond 35 years of life, who was always supposed to wear a suit and a
shirt one or two numbers smaller than it should be. That dame was blonde by the
way…
And a former
fetish model… (…)
Erika Madden,
why? (…)
Come again?
How many movies you have of her? (…)
No I don’t
know what you mean with ‘all of them!’, how many? (…)
What? How… That much? (…)
And you have
them all? (…)
Well, then
you’ll be glad to know that they were planning to get rid of her as well, the
first thing that the psycho ********* said when they left the elevator was that
they needed to tie up the… ‘whore’… too. Did she do
porn in any way back in her…
Not even
self-porn? (…)
Okay, so, she
was there, smoking a cigar and in the next moment I was shoving the folded
hankie she had, in her breast pocket, inside her mouth as we struggled and
rolled around on the ground of the garage. And she was quite a wildcat!
But she didn’t
have any chance, did she?
I soon had her
inside the limo, in the space between the passengers’ seats, zip-cuffed and
gagged with her tie holding the hankie. Just to be sure I added three strips of
tape over it and connected her ankles and wrists with two zip-cuffs.
Her shirt had
opened during the fight by the way…
‘I am probably
saving your life you idiot!’ – I told her as I buttoned her shirt and suit back
in place before I left the car, and then I set the trap.
The lights
were still out when the elevator arrived. One of the guys got out of it holding
a gun in one hand, and some neatly packed coils of rope in the other, as his
friend/boss yelled at him to deal with the chauffer on those terms I mentioned
before.
The elevator
behind him was the only source of light in the whole spooky place.
He went to the
limo and I zapped him, just like I had done with the security guys in the
ground floor above us, and that’s when the psycho and his other friend/employee
got out of the elevator, using their three captives as human shields.
All three
girls had been stripped naked, their bonds reinforced even further after they
had been tied side by side with the redhead, the tallest of the trio, in the
middle and her left elbow sort of intertwining with the right elbow of the girl
who had tied her legs, her right elbow was yanking upwards the left arm of the
other Asian girl.
Behind them
were the two worms, now more scared than ever, holding their guns and
threatening to kill the girls if they weren’t allowed to escape. I thanked all
those lesson I took with you-know-who and approached them as stealthily as I
could, they kept yelling obscenities and treats and even propositions of
bribes…
The
millionaire had just offered me five millions, as if I would take it or (even
if I was that low) he would be truth to his word…, when he saw his last
childhood buddy go down when I, with a very precise movement, shoved the taser against the guy’s back while with my right hand
pushed his right hand upwards.
The safety on his gun was on…
I am not
stupid, he was! This is why I chose him and not the psycho!
We stood
there, pointing our guns at each other, for like a minute.
‘Now
what?’ – he asked me.
‘You have any
money with you?’ – I asked – ‘Because you just made me ruin months of planning,
and as much as saving their lives will make me sleep fine ten years from now, I
still have bills that I am supposed to pay in three days with the money I just
lost with my heroic act. So, do you have any money with you?’ – I asked.
‘A briefcase,
full of packs of one hundred bills, in the trunk of the limo. If I let you…’
‘You are in no
position of letting me do anything! I am the one who can let YOU escape
if I want it, so give me one reason to do it… NOW!’
‘The
briefcase! It’s there, I swear! There’s
two of them in fact!!!’
‘Alright… If
it’s not there I will go after you and…’ – Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I
was wearing the night vision goggles and a ski mask, so he wasn’t seeing my
face – ‘…you won’t know if that guy, or that another is me. I will be one guy
you never met before that you won’t see coming… is that clear?’
‘The
limo?’
‘I’ll take it as one fancy collateral… And besides I’ll need something to
drive the dames behind us away from here… something big and spacious. I hope
you don’t mind…’
He started to
walk backwards, in the direction of the stairways, while I yelled to the girls
to go behind the (armored) limo. He reached the door of the stairway, entered
it… and slipped through the water I had sprawled on both up and down ways
rather freely when he tried to jump the stairs as much as he could… He almost
shot himself, and I was right there with my handy wire-taser
when he was almost recovering from the fall.
Next I
zip-cuffed all three worms and put them back inside the other elevator, and my
buddy hacker (who was high-fiving me rather loudly by the phone) made sure it
got stuck in between the 33rd and the 34th floors. Only
then I took a look at the girls.
The most
imploring and anxious trio of stares I have ever received!
‘Alright, I am
going to free your arms, red, so you can move away from each other at least a
little more. Then I will tie you up inside the limo. I am going to use
zip-cuffs and tape and I will be sure
that you won’t be able to free yourselves or any other while I drive you away,
and then we will talk about
how and when I will set you free. I am a thief, girls, not whatever you may
fear that I am right now…’
Said and done.
The red was sitting right behind me when I took the wheel, with her back to me
that is, and kept in place not only thanks to a substantial amount of tape and
zip-cuffs, but also thanks to the seat belt. In front of her was the gal who
tied her arms and at her left was the other Asian girl, and at the red’s left
was Erika. She was the only one dressed among the four, although I had to
remove her shoes and pants to tie her sitting cross-legged as the others. All
four women were unable to talk or see, and their hands were like door knobs
now, but the blood circulation in three of them was back to normal now and all
were crying (or whimpering) when I closed the door of the limo.
I went to
check on the elevator that had been used to bring them to the garage. On the
floor, among the remains of their clothes were their documents and the
portfolio that was the source of all their problems. ‘Red’ was Holly Jameson,
‘Asian/Korean/Chinese’ gal nº1 (who had tied her legs upstairs) was Mary Takagi
and nº2 was her sister Tessa.
They looked
Chinese (or Korean) to me!
As for the
portfolio… yeah, the whole ‘pension fund’ scam!
STOP LAUGHING!
A check on the
trunk found the two briefcases, and before I closed the one that wasn’t full I
put all the money I could find, with the crooked guards or with the worms,
inside it. I still want to know how I missed that pack!
Anyway, I
drove them four away from there right on time to see the first police car
appearing in the distance. He drove straight past me as he went to park in
front of the building I had targeted that night. As I expected, as soon as the
guys missed their hourly routine of pressing one of them’s
right index fingers against that sensor, the building became the main target of
the attention of the HQ of the security firm they worked for.
They couldn’t
see the lawyer and her secretary fighting, or not (who knows) their bonds
inside that office, but they could see that their cars were still parked so, as
I was halfway through my destination both lady lawyer and her secretary were
being freed and were telling an interesting story to the cops. I arrived at the
garage of Old Pete about twenty minutes later, the two guys there whistled
rather loudly when I took the first gal out of the limo, but Pete sent them to
do something the farthest away possible from the spot I had parked and we made
some business. I got myself an untraceable SUV (with tinted windows) and he
told me that the limo would disappear. As I expected the psycho had turned of all sort of tracers the car had before he went to that
building.
I called in a
favor and… Do I really have to…? But can’t I…?
Alright.
Years ago I
had to drive a gal to one of the ‘Damsel Storage Places’ of the Duchess, the
usual… she had seen too much and the Duchess don’t like to kill people if she
doesn’t have to. So the dame was drugged, bound in a fetal position (with her
head trapped by a monster of a hood that gagged, blinded and deafened her) and
put inside a car’s trunk. And I had to transport her to… there.
I knew the
place’s façade and its ‘honest’ number, and also what kind of ‘emergency’ I was
to report to have a ‘remover team’ (for some reason they weren’t available
during that day…) sent to me if I
needed. I explained a few things and one hour later all four dames, heavily
drugged and wearing straightjackets and that… hood, were taken away in two
ambulances, I went along in one of them.
Fact is that
Holly and Mary and Tessa were complete wrecks by then; they had tried to be the
heroines that would save their families pensions and nearly got killed and
worst in the process. I still kick myself sometimes for not having kicked those
worms a little when I had the chance! But they were in good hands now.
Erika, for her
turn, was already thinking in shoving her job up Parker’s *** when she got the
call that made her be there that night, he promised her four times the usual
pay and she was in need of the money. So she was more kicking herself than
anything. I told her that she would be well cared for a couple of days, that
she would have to have ropemarks in her arms in order to make everybody believe
that she was kept in some locked room during all her captivity. Her windowless
room had cable TV and don’t ask me about her meals! But she was kept bound hand
and foot almost all the time.
Four days
later I personally bound and gagged her and placed her inside that car’s… come
again? What? Where did you hear that? That’s a lie!
True, she
wasn’t wearing pretty clothes or underwear, but it was a dressed balled-up dame
that I locked in that stolen car’s trunk. She wasn’t naked!
The girls have
no recollection of where they were held for over a week because of the fabled
drugs at the disposal of the Duchess.
As soon as she
heard about the scam she made a quick check and found out how many of her ‘legit’
employees would be affected by the scam and how she could undo the most of the
damage. And fired over half of her ‘legit’ financial staff,
which had been fooled by Parker and his gang. And set out to have three
strong witnesses against Parker in the court, but that was never necessary, was
it?
I knew that he
was a coward, but not that much.
In any case, I
don’t know if when she ordered that they were to be treated and cared and
everything else she was also considering the possible reactions of that… guy…
to the amped up pressure upon his head for the fate of the missing girls…
Seriously, is
she that… diabolical?
Well…, and
then he killed himself and she no longer needed them in a trial against him, so
she talked with whoever was in charge of that place and was asked the
‘leniency’ of granting the girls at least a couple more of days under his (or
her) care. They got four.
I was in the
ambulance that drove them back to Frisco, they were
wearing the clothes they would be found with… probably some private joke from
the staff of that place.
How else to
explain those pink nurse uniforms? They recognized my voice, I had them bound
with rope and gagged and blindfolded with microfoam tape as they sat side by
side on the gurney, and were quite passive (and feeling weird for that) as I
told them the news. They were probably the first people who called me names
when they learned that ‘I’ (right, it was the Duchess!) would pick 10% of the
embezzled cash as my fee… for saving their lives, exposing Parker and
everything else.
I had already
the two briefcases and the money I got for the pictures!
Okay, minus
what I paid to Old Pete…
So, ‘I’ drove
them to that abandoned building, led them out of the ambulance, tied a rope
around their waist so they would keep in line and wouldn’t stray
away and left a pre-paid (and stolen) phone, with 200 bucks wrapped around it,
inside the cleavage of Holly’s enormous cleavage. She got really mad but I
shushed her… and turned all three around so they were now facing the wall with
their back to me.
‘Girls, no
serious gal would ever try to be a Hanna-Barbera
damsel and save the day as you three did. The clothes you are wearing and the
way you will be able to call the police, or a cab, are my last remainder. Be
yourselves, not a Saturday morning cartoon’s heroine, or next time there might
not be a thief working on the building next to where you are risking your
lives, or if there is… he or she might not be like me.’
And just
because I am a perv sometimes I slapped hard their
almost exposed behinds!
Really, that
‘kinky nurse’ outfit was too short for all three of them!
Then I
loosened two or three knots, maybe three (one in each girl’s wrists’ tie), and
closed the door of that closet. It took those three four minutes to free
themselves and call the police, plus one minute to get out of the closet.
But what I am
talking about it right now? It’s an old story, nearly five years old!
Then why am I
talking about it? Did any of the girls did not follow my advice and had to be
rescued by this… accidental hero who’s speaking?
Nope, quite
the contrary. All three decided for more ‘normal’ lives. Mary and Tessa got
married, and Holly (who was in college at the time) got herself a degree in
arts.
And found out,
accidentally, that this friend of hers was ‘replacing’ some paintings of a dude
I never heard of with her own ‘versions’ of it. Said ‘good’ friend called in a
favor and asked me to ‘deal’ with her for a few days, she’s not into murder
like me, and until she manages to sell some of the paintings she stole.
So I visited
Holly last night, after I called a favor of my own.
Did you know
that Xandra’s cousins nearly lost everything in
Parker’s scam?
So Kodiak, or
Tombstone as people call him nowadays, was with me when we broke in Holly’s
house last night, right when her friend received a 24 hours ultimatum to return
all the stolen paintings… yeah, she was there too. And she was the one that
actually smothered the four strips of tape over Holly’s mouth as she writhed in
Kodiak’s arms.
But as soon as
she saw I was there too she, sort of, relaxed.
Seriously,
what gal will not scream of fear when she sees Kodiak, that’s how I call him!,
masked and approaching her with rope in his hands? But I opened my mouth and
she sort of allowed herself to be tied up by me. We trashed the place a little
and left her ‘friend’ tied up and gagged on the floor of the kitchen. The idea
is that Holly, who spent the past days making a lot of inconvenient questions,
called her friend to share her doubts
about ‘something’ but wasn’t able to explain of what she wanted to discuss
about because this masked guy burst into the house and took her away…
It might give
my gal pal at least a week, perhaps less, to sell the paintings and disappear
and, in the meantime, Holly ‘enjoys’ Kodiak and Xandra’s
hospitality…
She can take
it (I hope).