XLII - Snakes and Scorpions, part 7
XLII - SNAKES AND SCORPIONS - part 7
[ Music listened too while writing scenes: Lord of the rings, Original soundtrack, Return of the King, Reprise Records, 2003 ]
Part 7
Gulyaha abn Traskashs house, her personal quarters, a few minutes later
Finally, Shanaya was free of all tape on her limbs and body as well as of the rope connecting her with Gulyaha and Ashilya. She rose, starting to get rid of the cruel triple gag.
The four other prisoners grew agitated again, waiting to be freed too. But not now. First, this old monster out of an american Marvel comic had to die. Shanaya succeeded in removing the gag, spitting out the wet silk packing last, breathed deeply and headed for the clothes and stuff at one side of the room. On the way, she fetched a Marlboro out of a pack and put it between her lips. Oh, a smoke at last.
The egyptian beauty lit the stick, inhaled, oh, what pleasure. She sighed deeply, letting the Marlboro at her lips while her hands found under clothes and belts one of her daggers, a real big one, not the small knife she still had in one hand, with which she had cut her bonds.
“Lookie here!”
Shanaya reacted immediately to the growling old voice from behind. She swiveled around and went left, meanwhile the small knife leaving her hand towards the door which had just opened with a bang preceding the old dragons voice.
At the same time, a shot deafened everyone in the room for a few seconds. Shanaya felt a sharp bite at her shoulder, leading her to let out a short cry of pain, the Marlboro falling from her opened lips. The knife hit a doorframe, reflecting from it back, missing the struggling Pasheba and Keshybi only by a small margin. But it had before too missed the Breckinridge standing in the door.
The beautiful terrorist didnt hesitate because of the near miss of Bronwyns bullet, instead ready to throw the bigger dagger, this time with aim and line of sight. She had killed this way before, as more than one british police gal had learned as last thing in their respective lifes. Her left foot came down again as her muscles in the arm got ready for the throw. Her soft skin under her foot made contact with the glimming end of the fallen Marlboro, and the sudden pain let her send the dagger without correct aim towards her enemy, it hitting the wall, falling down and shattering a crystaline sculpture of a lioness hunting an antilope.
The muzzle of Breckinridges gun seemed meterwide, pointing directly at a point between Shanayas eyes.
“Well...” the Breckinridge said. Shanaya, after changing her stand, didnt move a muscle now, starring with blazing eyes full of hatred and anger at the old lady.
The Egyptian now noticed the heavy injury at the Americans side, her dress there soaked in dark blood, she pressing a clawlike, bloodstained hand against it. Fat sweat pearls were standing on the brow of the old monster, her hairknot partly loose, grey streaks, wet and dark of sweat, hanging out here and there. The Breckinridges eyes were burning too, burning with a cold fire.
Alright, she was a warrioress, this old daemona, Shanaya finally admitted.
“You know the phrase already, young girl. Obey and live, fight and die.”
Shanaya, her eyes still interlocked with her enemys ones, nodded slowly.
“Fine. Put in the gag packing again. Quick. And stuff it in right, I want to see your cheeks bulge again, understood?”
Shanaya eyed the silk ball on the ground, huge and soaken with her own saliva, in a mixture of hatred and disgust. But she obeyed. A groan escaped her filled mouth after it was done.
“Now the tape, take the roll over there, I forget to collect it last time.”
Bronwyns rucksack was no longer in attendance.
You cant carry it anymore, old bitch, Shanaya thought as she took up the roll of white tape, starting to press it in over her lips and cheeks.
“Make it tight, around your head, uhh, six times, will you, sweetheart?”
The terrorist obeyed. For a while, only the gagged mewing of the other terrorists, the squeaking of the tape as it was applied, and Bronwyns very heavy breathing was audible.
“Good, baby, very good. We can forego the scarf this time, this should already keep you nice and quiet. Put your hands in your neck, fold them there. Fine. Now approach me, slowly, yes, thats good, no fast movements, will you? Pass me, slowly, go outside. I need a bit help, you know?”
The gagged terrorist in her silken underwear, red strokes at ankles, knees, wrists and upperarms from the now gone tape there, her hands folded at the neck, her dark hair a mess because of the tape gag, like a helmet on the back of her head, passed the Breckinridge and went out of the room into the corridor.
“Forward, slowly.”
Shanaya heard the monster behind her, tumbling, breathing, wounded, getting weak. The monster... no, the warrioress, she corrected herself, the warrioress was getting weaker. Shanayas chance would come, she now knew. She calmed down, just going docile ahead of the gun at her back. Her chance would come, and soon...
We will see you laugh this way again, Miss Shanaya Superterrorist if you manage to get rid of your gag at last and to kill the Breckinridge.
Joan Allenby Barracks, southern Cairo, the moment Shanaya stepped out of the room into the corridor
“Mam, are you well? You look a bit...”
“Everything fine, Leftenant Gascoigne, dont worry. Your platoon is ready?”
“To show the Mahmas what the Queens gals are made of? Sure, Mam, I mean, ready to move, Lady Colonel,Mam!”
“Fine, fine. Then lets move out. Miss Collingwood, stay near me, and be careful with that camera, please.”
“What are these guns? Looking, ahh, weird.”
“That, Miss Collingwood, are the means to make sure you will be able to shoot photos of our terrorists packaged but alive.”
Meredith Collingwood raised an eyebrow again. The Mountbatten now ignored her, looking after Leftenant Gascoigne and her platoon of commandos, boarding the waiting Lorrie trucks.
What the hell?
Lady knight Eve Lois Mountbatten showed a fine smile, no sign visible she was more than a bit drunk. German SET siding with the Mahmas. SET.... Eve Lois couldnt explain it, but there was this feeling she knew already who led these Krauts.
Welcome back, blond bitch. This time, you wont get away, trust me. I owe that much not only to the Dutch queen and prince, but to sweet, deceased Stockbottom too, she thought, her face suddenly turning grim.
The blonde curled Collingwood beside her, on seeing it, got the impression this Lady Knight was one very dangerous woman, one not to trifle with.
The Mountbatten followed her commandos to the trucks. The reportress looked after the slim lady in khaki dress, eyeing her shapely legs and bottom side. This pleasure night, it was only postponed, blonde Meredith decided in that moment.
On to some adventures and some pictures, Miss Collingwood. Maybe even a certain blonde in bonds? We will see, everythings in the balance...
The streets of Cairo, about fifteen minutes in long booted legs away from Gulyaha abn Traskashs house, as the Collingwood starred at Eve Lois nice bottom
Dark and dirty the nile was, dark and dirty as most enemies would have described the tall lady going alongside its flushing waters.
Deep in the night, Cairo was still alive, and others were here, dropping garbage and wastes into it, some wandering just about, hand in hand, veiled like was the custom here. Near a factory, egyptian males were sitting with their naked feet hanging into the water, chatting, resting from hard work. Other than in western culture, in the oriental countries the male gender was not shielded from hardships and works, but utilized as cheap labor, some said slave labor.
The lady in white garnments, eyes shielded by western sunglasses, expensive boots showing under her garnments sleeve, seemed deep in thought. The white clothes were simple, but of fine making, the boots showed it too, this was one born high, and so no one disturbed her. Here, before so many peoples eyes, the criminals abundant in the cities suburbs didnt consider an attack to get at the probably fat purse of the bitch.
Memories of the past. Many memories, mostly dark. The current adventure was not the first, though even it started more than a decade ago. Hard work lay behind the blonde here, on GREAT WAR IX.
Was it all to no avail? Was Danja right, in her bookstore, with her cat? Was CONTROL wrong? Had everything been a lie, starting with her education, her training, her vow, in the distant past. So many victims, so many dark stains on her eternal soul. SHOGA IV, a rainy day in Osaka.
No one saw the salt soaked water drops on the ladies cheeks. It was not raining now.
Damned, she had to carry on. She always had. It was to late to just give up and go home. Sorry, this was not my intention, girls, boys. I dont like this game anymore. My mother is waiting with dinner, bye.
Concentrate, bitch, concentrate. GREAT WAR IX, Germany. World conquest, the plan. She rembered how it all had started in the late twenties. A long way. Too long to give up now.
Deep in thought, her mind in other times and places, Ophelia Skorzeny slowly approached the house were the Breckinridge forced Shanaya at gunpoint to enter the SETs room, where Beate and Anke lay unconscious in their latexwear.
The blondes sense of danger was silent. Elsewhere in Cairos streets, 3 Lorrie trucks rushed towards a certain terrorist holdout too, the british commandos inside eager and determined to get on with it.
In a suburb, in a small backyard, a young lady named Meshya sat on a stone, smoked a Marlboro and thought of memories out of her dreams.
Ophelia left the river and crossed a big street, entering the vicinity of Gulyaha Abn Traskashs house.
) what's going on on this world rather than mess with it?
