beautifuldreamer

Bullets rammed themselves into the inner walls of Warehouse 17 as Vala skidded along the metal walkway away from both Calder and the ascending armed guards. Unfortunately more guards were still on the floor and they were focused on her. Vala ran and at the same time she pulled out her cigarette holder and ejected her pink smoke. Like waves the smoke engulfed the guards one by one. She didn’t have time to do extensive memory alerting so Vala did what seemed to be the only good choice then – she made them forget how to hold things. As the smoke left them the men opened their hands and dropped the guns. Desperately they tried to pick them up but with no avail.

Vala’s next target was McCarthy – but as the smoke was closing in the man in black came out of nowhere and grabbed her by the neck. The pinkness retreated into her holder. Vala gasped for air as the grip tightened. She looked into the man’s eyes.

It wasn’t unusual for him to go missing for days. I don’t know why everyone is making such a big deal about it. Like, he was the only one who actually benefited from that horrible job.

“Bring her here!” McCarthy voiced from near the crates. The man in black obeyed immediately – he slightly released the grip to allow air to enter the woman’s lungs. He jumped the railing and calmly walked to his master. The Father observed Vala’s red face and her messy matching reddish hair.

“It’s so stupid of you to mess with things that don’t involve you,” he said stocking the side of her face.

He liked to tie him down – so tight that even breading hurt. Luckily he never did that to me – only the whip.

“Put her with the others. We can get good money for a super-powered …” McCarthy looked at Vala, “toy.” The man in black went to the door of the middle crate and opened it. He threw her into the end and caused her to land on a couple of girls, while the rest of them screamed. Vala tried to get up as fast as possible and started to run towards the exit, but the man in black slammed it in her face. Furiously she banged on the door until she realized it wouldn’t help.

He was so creepy - kept on smelling and petting me like a dog. I know the money is good but that would be the last time.

It was only after stopping that Vala noticed Natalie. The almost unexciting light couldn’t hide her bruises.

“Natalie,” Vala kneeled next to her trying, “Natalie. Speak to me.” Natalie coughed and tried to open her eyes and see how as talking to her.

“Who… who is… I …” she was so weak.

“It’s me, Vala,” Vala said and took her hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here.”

“It’s… it’s,” Natalie tried to say.

“What, what is it?” Vala leaned closer to hear her better.

“It’s Nicky, the man in black is Nicky,” and Natalie passed out.

Nicky is such a nice guy. Usually the guys on this job are withdrawn – it’s defiantly more shameful for them. Nicky is different. When the McCarthy job came up he agreed to join me immediately. It’s better with someone with whom you can’t develop a romantic relationship. Anyway, when we got there I could feel that something was off about McCarthy.  He was so creepy - kept on smelling and petting me like a dog. I know the money is good but that would be the last time. I won’t let anyone degenerate me. But even creepier was what he was like with Nicky. Too close. We were there for a couple of days. He liked to tie him down – so tight that even breading hurt. Luckily he never did that to me – only the whip. Then we went home – with a lot of money. Next day Natalie came to me and said that Nicky was missing. His roommate/boyfriend was worried and had started calling all of Nicky’s friends. It wasn’t unusual for him to go missing for days. I don’t know why everyone is making such a big deal about it. Like, he was the only one who actually benefited from that horrible job. I mean he got more money than me. But what was even worse was that his roommate/boyfriend didn’t know what Nicky did for money. But never mind, I know I’ll see Nicky again and I’m sure it’ll be unforgettable.

Vala was pleased that Calder injures were not fatal but what she wasn’t so OK with the fact the he was there. The little experience she had with the vigilantly made her fear that this mission might end with death and she never allow that. But she would cross the bridge when she comes to it.  Now Vala knew that together they had a bigger chance of succeeding in getting to Father McCarthy.

“Speaking of which, we have to get him before he gets away, so let's go!” Calder said which made Vala survey her surroundings: the door – shot and bolted; the crane – too high and too far away; the windows – hell no. Then she saw the staircase that ran up the wall of the warehouse leading up to a door that most likely led to an office.

“Up there,” Vala pointed to the door. She went on ahead assuming that Calder would follow. The metal steps clicked under her feet as she slowly made her way up to the door. The closer she got the more she crouched down to hide herself from the eyes inside. Reaching the door Vala saw that it indeed led to an office at the top part of the warehouse. Luckily it was empty but the door was unluckily locked.

“OK, it’s locked,” Vala said to Calder slight tone of sarcasm hidden within the words, “but I have been working on my lock picking skills. So you can do it if I can’t,” She placed her fingers inside her hair: “I know it’s here… somewhere,” she continued rummaging in her hair, “almost. Got it!” Vala victoriously removed a hairpin and placed it inside the keyhole. What may have seemed as aimless twiddling was in fact aimless twiddling. Vala had no idea what she was doing – she knew how to pick a lock with the specific tools like a lock-picking set or a foot. And then a click – the door was unlocked.

Vala surprisingly opened the door: “Better to stay down,” she warned her companion. Slowly she made her way to the window to the rest of the warehouse. What she saw was not that shocking – she felt like she had seen it before.

Large metal crates were placed next to each other right opposite the office. Most of them were closed but the middle on was open revealing its content: girls – young girls no older than 18 chained up to the walls of the crate. Right near the door Vala saw Natalie – her friend. She had been beaten up, slight bruises all over her hands and feet. In the center of the room stood Father McCarthy, next to him strange companion in black and at least 20 guards equally spread around the room.

McCarthy looked at his wonderful catch – nearly 100 girls ready for transport to nearly every corner of the States.

“Closed it up,” he firmly said. As the doors were closing he saw the desperate eyes of the girls – he laughed – the laugh right out of a horror movie. McCarthy laughed and turned to the man in black: “I feel like chains tonight – be ready.” The man in black bowed in agreement. The Father started walking toward one of the security guys, who seemed to be the main one , but before he got to him, McCarthy turned back to the man in black: “And wear that blue leather thing,” Again he bowed.

McCarthy walked up to the main security guy: “Have you dealt with the ones outside?”

“We have lost communications with the ones left outside, so …” the main guy tried to explain.

“So you failed.” McCarthy was not pleased. He snapped his fingers and in less than a second the main guy had an arm thrust through him. The arm belonging to the man in black. “I don’t tolerate failure,” the Father said to the dying man as he went limb and fell on the floor.

“So who’s next in line?” McCarthy said as if nothing had happened. A slightly younger man with ruffled caramel colored hair and rifle lifted his arm.

“Great,” McCarthy put his hand together, “what are your plans?”

The man pointed at a blinking red light on a panel near the main door: “That is the silent security alarm for the offices up there. Most likely they are over there and soon dead.”

McCarthy smiled as 10 of the guards ran up the stairs towards the office.