Team Building
“Who was the
genius who suggested a team building day,” Karen said as she drove along the
country road, “and while we’re about it – what the hell IS a team building
day?”
“I think it’s
one of those new-fangled things the boss picked up on his American visit,”
Phoebe said as she smiled before looking out of the window. The office manager at Holbern
Rickard Lorne had spent a year working for an American client, and on his
return had brought some new working practices in for the ladies of the office
pool. This was the latest of those ideas
– he had told them all not to report to the office this morning, but to be at
the address they had bene given for nine.
“I just hope
we’re appropriately dressed,” Karen said as she turned onto a B road.
“He said office
attire – so blame him and bill him if there is a problem,” Phoebe said as she
looked at her colleague. Karen had
ginger red hair cut into a bob, and was wearing a white V-necked sweater and a
long checked skirt, a shawl of the same material as her skirt over her
shoulders. As she changed gear in her
car, she could hear the soft squeak of her long white leather boots.
The white
sweater was of a similar style to the one Phoebe was wearing, but in her case
she was wearing a long blue skirt that buttoned up the front, and light sand
coloured boots in the same style as her older sisters. Her red hair was cut short, parted to the
sides.
“Well – this
looks like the place,” Karen said as she turned through a pair of gates, taking
her car up a long tree-lined avenue before she pulled up in front of a three
storey manor house. The two women got
out of the car, Karen pulling her shawl over her shoulders as she said “what on
earth are we going to do here?”
“Only one way
to find out,” Phoebe said as the two women walked in, smiling as they saw the
Senior Secretary sitting in a comfortable armchair, nursing a cup of coffee.
“You two made
it then,” Dorothy said with a smile. She
was also wearing the white V-necked sweater, paired in her case with a long
grey tartan print skirt and high cream coloured leather boots. Like Karen, she also had a shawl of the same
material as her skirt loosely tied over her shoulders, but unlike the sisters
her hair was long and blonde.
“So what does
our lord and master have lined up for today,” Karen said as she poured two cups
of coffee from the jug, and handed one to Phoebe.
“I know about
as much as you two,” Dorothy said as she played with her shawl. “I’ve only seen the staff here when they
brought the coffee out.”
“Did someone
say coffee?”
“Hey April,”
Phoebe said as the Private Secretary to the head of the company came in. She had long auburn hair, and wore a green
diagonally striped skirt and waistcoat loosely fastened in the front with a
thin belt of the same material, the waistcoat over a black roll neck sweater,
high black leather boots on her legs.
“Well, it looks
a nice enough place,” April said as a young girl in a black mini dress came out
and replaced the coffee pot, “what are we doing here?”
“You mean he
didn’t tell you either?”
“Nope,” April
said as she sipped the coffee in her cup.
“I was hoping one of you or Erica might have an idea.”
“Where is Erica
anyway,” Karen said as the young woman came back in, and said “will you all
follow me please?”
“But we’re
still expecting one more person,” Phoebe said as she looked round. The girl looked round, and said “no – I was
told to expect four, and there are four of you here,” she said, “please, come
with me.”
The four women
looked at each other as they filed into a meeting room, taking a seat at the
table as they saw the white screen at one end, and the projector at the
other. The girl waited until they were
seated before she closed the blinds over the windows, started the film
projector, and then stepped outside.
“Okay,” Phoebe
said quietly as they looked at the screen, expecting to see one of the
directors of the company – and instead, they saw their colleague Erica on the
screen. She was seated in an old wooden
chair, looking at them – but not able to do much else for very good reasons.
Her arms went
around the back of the chair she was sitting in, and the white rope bands
around her chest were clearly visible over her outfit – a brown open necked dress
with a winged collar, a striped tabard over that with a matching belt round her
waist, and grey high boots. She had a
beret perched on her short ash blonde hair, but she couldn’t talk – a thick
white scarf was pulled between her lips, her teeth closed over it, while her
legs were tied to the front legs of the chair.
“ERICA! What the Christ is going on,” Dorothy said as
she stood up, only for a male voice, disguised, distorted, to say “sit down and
listen. Your colleague is our captive,
somewhere in this house. The goal of
this exercise is simple – find her, and rescue her, without been caught
yourself. If you are caught, you will be
held captive such as your friend here.
If you manage to free her, but any of you have been taken captive, you
will need to free them yourself. Only
when all five of you are free, and in this room, will you have succeeded. Should all five of you be taken, then a
suitable denouement will take place.”
“You can’t do
this,” Phoebe said, “let her go!”
“You have four
hours – good luck,” the voice said as Erica called out to them – and then the
film ended, Karen heading for the light switch and putting it on.
“Is this for
real,” April said as she looked at the other three.
“Only one way
to find out,” Dorothy said as she opened the door, “I’m going to find the girl
who brought our coffee out, and see what she knows. You three wait here, don’t do anything until
I get back.”
The other three
looked at each other as Dorothy went into the hallway, looking round before she
made her way through the door the coffee had come from earlier.
Walking down
the corridor, she could hear some voices talking, and as she entered the
kitchen she saw two cooks working there.
“Oh – is there anything
I can do for you,” one of them said as she looked at Dorothy.
“I hope so –
can you tell me where I can find whoever is in charge for today,” Dorothy asked
as the other cook went into the storage room.
“I think he’s
in the main office – is there a problem?”
“I’m not sure –
we just saw a very disturbing film the girl who served coffee started for us.”
“Well, I am
sorry to hear that, Dorothy,” the cook said as she smiled. Dorothy looked at her, and said “I didn’t
tell you my name.”
“No – you
didn’t,” she replied as a damp cloth was clamped over Dorothy’s nose and mouth,
her eyes opening wide as she breathed in the fumes, her mind fogging quickly as
the ether worked on her…
“Something’s
wrong.”
Karen and
Phoebe looked at April, as she said “Dorothy should have been back by now –
come on, we need to find out what’s happened.
We’ll split up – take a floor each.”
“But what if
they’re serious,” Phoebe said, “if we split up, we can be caught more easily.”
“On the other
hand,” April said quietly, “we stand more chance of not been caught if we are
not together. Question is, are we prepared to take the
risk?”
The sisters
looked at each other, and then nodded as April looked at her watch. “We meet back here in an hour – if you see
anything, find each other. Agreed?”
Karen and
Phoebe nodded as they left the room, Phoebe and April heading up the staircase
as Karen went into a room across the hallway.
It was a
library, with one wall lined floor to ceiling with rows of old leather clad
books. She walked across the room and
looked out of the window onto the well-manicured lawns, before she turned and
looked along the shelves, taking one book down and looking at it.
“The Rose Villa
– this is the guy who wrote the Four Feathers, isn’t it,” she said as she
flipped through the pages, and read some of the text. “Bit of a different story though,” she said
as she put the book back – and then heard a soft click.
“Oh come on –
you have got to be kidding me,” she said to herself as a panel swung slightly
open, before she walked over and peered inside.
A set of stairs was going up, but there was no light after the first
turn.
Looking round,
she saw a torch sitting on the table, and picked it up. “Convenient,” she said to herself as she
switched it on, and slowly started to climb the stairs, not noticing the panel
as it swung closed behind her…
“You check this
floor,” April said to Phoebe as they got to the first floor landing, “I’ll move
up.”
The redhead
nodded as she watched her colleague climb up the next set of stairs, and then
walked along, opening doors and looking in each one, but only seeing bedrooms
or toilets.
One bedroom in
particular caught her eye, as she walked in and looked around. It was decorated in a Tudor style, with a
large four poster bed by the main wall, curtains hanging loosely at the sides.
“Oh my,” she
said as she walked over and sat on the mattress, “this is a lovely bed. I wonder what it would be like to lie on it.”
“You’re going
to find out.”
Phoebe looked
up at the male voice, and saw a man standing there, wearing a smart suit, white
shirt, tie – and a gun in his gloved hand as he said “it never fails – the
distraction of a wonderful room. Put
your hands behind your back.”
“Why?”
“Just do it,”
he said quietly, Phoebe nodding as she complied and she felt someone grab her
wrists, crossing them before she felt the rope as they were tightly bound
together. She then gasped as more rope
was passed round her body, pulling her arms into her sides as it stretched her
jumper over her chest, the bands forming above and below as the man smiled and
watched.
“Who are
you? Where’s Erica?”
“Guess.”
Phoebe’s eyes
shot open as a wide strip of brown sticking plaster was pressed down over her
mouth, and she watched the man kneel down, taking more rope from his partner
and starting to bind her ankles tightly together.
“SHMMBHHDDEEHLPMMMMMM!”
Dorothy
screamed out again, banging the heels of her boots onto the wooden floor in
frustration as she looked round the dark room.
She was sat in a wooden chair, her arms taken around the chair back, her
wrists secured together and then tied to the central spar of the chair back
itself.
A long length
of rope had been wrapped round her upper body as well, forcing her to sit
upright as her chest was framed by the bands of rope. She could feel the upper band rubbing on her
chest, an irritation she could do without.
Her ankles were
tightly secured together as well – she could just make out the dark brown band
around and between her legs over the cream leather – and they had folded back
her skirt to secure her legs together below her knees.
That, however,
was not the worst indignity – nor was waking up to find herself in what she
presumed was a cellar. Nope, the worst
bit was her shawl, now sitting between her lips and teeth as a gag, soaking up
her saliva as she called for help again, making her jaws ache and the fear
rise…
April opened
the door, and walked into what was obviously a fitness room – she could see the
ballet bars against the mirrored wall, and some dumbbells on the side as well
as rolled up mats. Walking over to them,
she squatted down and picked one up, feeling the weight in her hand as she
moved it up and down.
“Well, whoever
lives or works here normally keeps fit,” she said to herself as she walked
over, and lifted her foot up to the ballet bar, her skirt slipping down as she
did so.
She then looked
more closely at the mirror, and then back to the dumbbells.
“If I’m wrong
about this, I’m out a month’s wages, but it might be worth it,” she said
quietly as she walked back over, picked up the dumbbell and carried it across
the room, then threw it at the mirror as hard as she could. She covered her face as the mirror shattered,
shards of glass falling to the ground – but then looked at the room behind the
glass.
“Hang on a
minute,” she said as she stepped in, “that’s the chair Erica was filmed in –
and that’s the film camera. But where
the heck is Erica?”
The chair was
empty, but there was a note folded and sitting on the wooden seat. April picked it up, and read the note, before
she said “you have got to be…”
Karen slowly
pushed open the panel, and stepped out of the passage into a corridor. There was a window high up, and she managed
on tip-toes to be able to see the grounds outside the manor house.
“So I’m up in
the attic or something,” she said quietly as she walked along the corridor –
and then she heard the muffled calling and thumping. Coming to one door, she gripped the handle
and walked in.
“KHTRRNNNN!”
“Oh my god,”
she said as she walked over, looking at the large grey patch in the checked
shawl that sat between Dorothy’s lips, “they got you?”
She eased the
cloth from her mouth, waiting as Dorothy coughed and gasped for air, before she
said “yeah – the kitchen staff are all in this, whatever this is. Can you untie me?”
Karen walked
round and looked at the knots, before she said “no way – did a sailor tie these
or something?”
“No – a master
butcher did.”
Karen suddenly
stood up as she saw the chef standing in the doorway, carrying several lengths
of rope and a gun, as she said “I guess you’re going to join your friend now –
right after you put that gag back into her mouth.”
“You… you’d
better do what he says,” Dorothy whispered as she opened her mouth, and Karen
eased the shawl back in.
“Very nice –
now use your shawl to keep yourself quiet, lady.”
“Oh my god,” Karen
whispered as she took her shawl off her shoulders, rolled it up, and then
pulled it between her teeth, biting down on it as she tied the band round her head,
and then looked at the chef.
“Right lady –
stand in front of that one there, and put your hands behind your back…”
“Bthehehhhhh?”
Phoebe looked
up as she lay on her side on the bed, her legs pulled back and the rope around
her booted ankles secured to the bands around her chest. Her legs were also secured above her knees,
her skirt trapped as the rope was tied round them, but right now she was
looking at the woman standing in front of her.
“For the
money,” Erica said as she adjusted the beret on her head, “what else? That and the fun of seeing all of you
helpless. The men who are paying me to
do this have plans for the offices – and they needed all of us out of the way
while they executed those plans.
“BTHHHIUHHRRHRFRND!”
“Money speaks
louder,” Erica said with a smile – and then her eyes opened wide as a damp
cloth was pressed over her nose and mouth.
As Phoebe watched, Erica’s eyes fluttered and closed, before she was
lowered to the floor as April knelt with her.
“Can you hang
on there for a few more minutes while I make sure this little bitch is
secured,” she said as she looked at Phoebe, smiling as she nodded. There were several lengths of rope on the
floor, and she grabbed one before rolling Erica onto her stomach, crossing her
wrists behind her back and starting to bind them together.
“I found the
room where they filmed her – and a note saying who was behind this. Did she say anything?”
“Smhffnfhtthffsss.”
“Yeah, that was
about the size of it,” April said as she bound Erica’s ankles tightly together,
and then secured her legs below her knees, before pulling her ankles back and
tying them to her wrists. Standing up,
she found the roll of brown sticking plaster and stuck a length over her mouth,
before she stood up and walked over.
“That should
hold her,” she said with a smile as she peeled the sticking plaster away from
Phoebe’s mouth. “How long have you been
here?”
“Not too long,”
Phoebe said with a smile, “but you need to do something now.”
“And that is?”
“Tear a strip of
that sticking plaster off, and stick it over your own mouth.”
April looked at
Phoebe, before she said “what are you talking about? We have to get you out of here!”
“Oh I will,”
Phoebe said as April suddenly felt a small disc pressing on her back, “but I
have to tell you, there are actually two separate plans going on here. I have no doubt April was working with
whoever captured me – but she wasn’t working with me.”
“We got the
other two up in the attic Boss,” the chef said over April’s shoulder, “what
happened to you?”
“Have you seen
a smartly dressed man about the place?”
“I have,” the
girl who had served coffee said as she came in, “I drugged him and locked him in
the cellar.”
“Good work
Mabel – now, April, do what I told you to do.”
“Who are you –
you’re not Phoebe,” April said quietly, “you’re a damn good likeness, but
you’re not her.”
“Do it.”
Slowly, April
tore a strip of the brown fabric free and pressed it over her mouth, before her
wrists were taken behind her back and she felt the rope forcing them together.
“Once you have
her bound,” Phoebe said as she was untied by Mabel, “get the other two into the
van.”
“WHRRHTHKKNHSSSS,”
Karen screamed as she and Dorothy were carried down the staircase. Dorothy had been released from the chair
back, but her arms were now secured to her body with two bands of rope, in the
same way as Karen – and both of them were over the shoulders of the chefs,
kicking their bound legs up and down.
“Stop doing
that and you’ll see,” the chef said as she smacked Karen’s bottom, and they
were taken out of the manor house and into a van at the back. As Karen was turned round, she looked over
and said “PHHEBHHHH!”
“Hmghddsssss,” Phoebe said as she struggled in the ropes
holding her captive. She was in a long
white nightgown, and Karen could see the tear stains as she was placed next to
her.
“Bhtffuhhrrhhh….”
“Sorry for the
deception, Karen,” the fake Phoebe said as she dropped April onto the van
floor, then removed her red wig and the skull cap underneath, her light brown
hair falling down, “we took your sister last night, gave me time to meet with
you make sure you all got here.”
“WHRSSHRRECCCEEE,”
Dorothy screamed out – and then she saw Mable carrying Erica over her shoulder,
as she was placed on the floor as well.
“At any rate,”
the brown haired woman said, “get comfy.
You have a nice sea voyage ahead of you – and then a new life of
pleasure. Have fun.”
The four women
looked at each other as Erica groaned, the van doors slamming shut and leaving
them in darkness as it moved off….
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