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Juron's Morning Walk / Ihre Morgenspaziergang
« on: April 26, 2009, 06:32:22 PM »
A small island in the Mediterranean.  The room is black.

"Do you know why you are here?"
"Here?  I thought I was here to spend a quiet life with my wife."
"That's not what I was talking about."
"Yeah, I kind of figured.  Maybe it's the gas that's still making me a little slow."
"I'm sorry about that, Mikhail."
"Sorry?  Is this what you do now?  Stopped using the 'knock on the door' technique?  Throw in a gas grenade and wait for their eyes to shut?  I would have came without a fight."
"No you wouldn't.  You'd have ran."
"Where's my wife?  Where is she?"
"She's safe.  She wasn't harmed."
"Not harmed?  The way your heavy handed goons grab things, I'm guessing she's got a few bruises and marks that weren't there this morning."

A jingle of metal.  A quiet grunt.

"You don't need to do this.  Turn on the lights.  Take off the cuffs."
"Not yet."
"What do you mean, 'not yet'?  It's not like I'm gonna jump out of this chair and bite a chunk from your throat.  There's probably half a dozen guards in the corridor outside this room alone.  Perfectly lit, no way for me to sneak about in the dark."
Sniggering.  "Something like that."
"You still haven't told me why I'm here."
"I'm getting to that."
Sighing.  "Well hurry up.  Enough with the charades."
"Calm down, son.  Your debriefer will be here any moment."
"Any moment?  Ain't you gonna be telling me the details?"
"No, this is out of my hands, Mikhail.  We were hired by her organization to find y-"
"Her?"
"...you.  Now that we have you, we're just here for support and nothing else."

Footsteps circled the corridor outside the room, approaching the closed door behind Mikhail.  Even with the total darkness, the Russian closed his eyes, his breathing began to accelarate, chest pumping in and out quickly and air whistling through his nose.  His commander - the Observer - opened the door and vacated the small room.  A slight stream of light flashed passed Mikhail's face and to the wall in front of him, revealing there was also a large desk before his still-shut eyes.

And the shadow of the woman standing at the doorway, the clip-clopping of her heels quiet and stationary for now.  A woman he hadn't saw in over eight years.  For once, Mikhail Vassily Kirechenko was quiet.
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Re: Juron's Morning Walk / Ihre Morgenspaziergang
« Reply #1 on: April 27, 2009, 02:21:18 AM »
It hadn't been easy to find the man. She couldn't even believe her ears when they had told her he'd been located. After all their searching, someone had stumbled across his location and now, he was sitting in the same building as she, waiting in a room for her to show up, not knowing what was going on... or that she was even there. Sharing the same space once again. It was a little nerve wracking, having to go to him, see him.. speak to him. God, how long had it been? A good few years at least. And yet, it probably would feel like nothing had gone by. She could still feel the anger burning inside her hard, and alive from when they parted ways for the final time. At least, what she had thought to be the final time.
Pacing back and forth, her heels clicked on the shiny floor as she prepared herself for the confrontation. To see him in front of her once again. Juron Bratthen didn't really want to see the man again. She didn't want to hear his voice or have to face those eyes again. It had been so long, and even after the years that had passed, the anger inside had died down to a soft purr. She had found someone knew, she had a great life but as soon as word got to her that he was found, and brought into this very building, the waves of the suppressed anger came crashing back up and she wanted to just... hit him, smack him and scream at him. But, she wouldn't. This was a business matter at hand, and she would treat it as such. No emotion on the table. She would put it in a bottle. And place that bottle in a box, and put that box in a big empty closet... and later, after everything was dealt with, she would go back to that closet, and take out the box let the bottle open and deal with it then. Then, Juron would crawl into her bed and call her husband back home, to make sure he was alright and tell him how much she missed him. Yes, that was exactly what she would do after all this.
Finally, Juron felt like she was ready. Straightening her shirt a bit she played with the wedding ring on her left hand, a habit she'd had for a very long time and picked up her folder that was always with her and headed out of her little room going down the hall. Her heart was beating fast. If it wasn't for needing his help, she wouldn't be here right now, he wouldn't be here right now. But, the fact was they were. He was, and the sooner that she got it over and done with, the faster they could go back to their lives the way they had become. Her fingers continued to play with the ring, twisting it and tugging on it as she neared the room he was being held in. Taking a deep breath, she stopped outside the door as the man who had been inside with him, came out. Without even looking his way, she stepped into the doorway, and paused.
A faint smile touched her lips. He didn't say anything as he sat there, and without wasting anymore time, she dove into things. "Mr. Kirechenko, thank you for coming." The Norwegian woman refused to acknowledged him by his first name. It could make things seem personal, which they weren't, and they never would be.
Flicking on the light, she walked into the room, and moved around to the empty desk, picking up the unoccupied chair and brought it around a bit to sit in front of Mikhail. Sitting, she crossed her legs one over the other and folded her hands across her lap, the folder sitting silently underneath her hands. "As, I'm sure you are aware you have been brought here for a reason, yes? And that reason, has to do with a certain mission of yours awhile back, that didn't go as according to plan for you." Smiling a bit, Juron moved and opened the folder, folding the front back to reveal a picture of a red headed woman and a man. She turned the picture towards Mikhail before speaking. "We have reason to believe that these two are up to something here, in the Mediterranean, the place you now call home. And, we want to know what it was, and deal with it before it gets out of hand... like last time. So Mr. Kirechenko, given your... past history, and the fact you know this place... we're looking for your helpful assistance in the matter."
Closing the folder, Juron placed it back on her lap with a straight face that showed not even the slightest hint of how she was feeling inside. "And, I would like to gently point out you really aren't in a position to decline."

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Re: Juron's Morning Walk / Ihre Morgenspaziergang
« Reply #2 on: April 27, 2009, 05:06:18 AM »
He knew it was her.  It took Mikhail a few moments to regain his sight once the light came back on and near enough blinded him, but as everything formed in to pretty shapes and colours once more, he caught her sitting down in front of him, looking just as good as she ever had.  What had it been?  All these years?  And in that time, she had no doubt made a name for herself, high up in her job, maybe a nice husband at home, returning from work at half past five every weekday evening, kissing her on the cheek and saying hello to their children who were upstairs studying for school the next day.
The wedding ring said it all, she played with it almost to indicate her status, that she was doing mighty well without his involvement in her life anymore.  And of course she was.  Mikhail had botched up the last job, and in fear of executon had jumped off the world, hiding with his own wife on a small island in the Mediterranean Sea, never feeling he'd ever be found again.  Of course there was always a quick look over his shoulder, watching for any suit following him and telling him to go with them.  But he kept a shotgun underneath a floorboard in the bedroom.  What good that did him.

So now they met again.  Juron sat there, folding her legs and clasping her hands in an almost erotic fashion, her posture straight and commanding, not a hint of recognition in her face.  She'd changed, of how she'd changed from the young, recklass journalist he had once worked with.  Her eagerness to follow, to tug along and hold his hand, beg him that this time, he let her get a little more involved.  And each time Mikhail would decline, and force her to watch from the dugout.  And then the incident.
No.  They never talked about the incident.  Not even thought of it.

"I don't have a choice?  That because you've got my wife in the next room, probably crying, scared, with a gun to her head on orders if I say no, you've to shoot her?"  He sighed and shook his head away from her glances, staring at a patch of flooring in the corner, watching blank thoughts run through his head for a few minutes.  Mikhail didn't want to imagine her being in the same position as he was, tied to a chair, probably bargaining with everything she could possibly use to get out of the chair and back in to Mikhail's so-called protective arms.  "If I find out she's dead, then there's no real reason for me to go along with your little game.  I tried to get rid of her a few years ago, that failed.  What makes you think she's really gonna let me walk back in to her ship again and have another go?"
Sure, factors would probably be different.  It wouldn't be a carbon copy of last time.  Taking her alive was stupid, adventurous.  You didn't take Adalinda alive.  It was impossible.
Restraining the woman wasn't just a case of cuffing her hands behind her back.  You deserved a medal if you got that far.  There'd been a young Polish agent that had reached that stage once, believed he had grabbed her and was on his way to bringing her in.  No one ever knew what happened to him, whether he was lucky and got a bullet to the head, or went through a prolonged torture that excited the fearsome German woman.
"I've done enough for my employers.  I'm tired, I've still got bullet hole pains from twenty years ago.  And there's a horrible taste of gas in my mouth that makes me wanna spew up over that nice little outfit you've got on."

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« Reply #3 on: April 27, 2009, 06:02:45 PM »
Her honey coloured eyes hardened at his accusation they were to kill his wife, should he say no. Her lips pursed together tightly as she stared at him but finally, as she managed to bring herself back together, Juron gave him a small faint smile. "Surely Mr. Kirechenko, after all this time you would know I don't work like that." Standing, she moved away from Mikhail, almost knocking over the chair in the needs to distance herself from him. Being too close, so... quickly made it hard. He was defenseless and she just wanted to smack him, hit him. Give him that black eye she always threatened to do since they day they parted. Juron didn't want to start up anything. She reminded herself about ending the business quickly so they could continue on with their lives like before.
Pacing back and forth infront of him, the folder still in her hands, she didn't like his accusations, it made her pissed off, but none of that would show. She had come too far, worked too hard. "We are not going to kill her Mikhail. She's not even been harmed. Not a hair on her head. At least... not intentionally. If you really must know, she's being held in a room, free to roam throughout it as she chooses. she's been spoken with, and knows why you two are here. You're the only one, Mr. Kirechenko, that had to be detained the way you are. It seems she is better at listening then you are.
As for Ms. Knapp, our idea on how to get close in, isn't completely solid yet, but we're working on something. We just need you to be cooperate with us, so we can move things ahead a little quicker. We're aware of... how she is. Which is why we're asking for your help. And like I said,"
Sitting on the edge of the desk, she put the folder down finally and crossed her legs again, looking at Mikhail as he sat there still unable to move, or make any sort of escape from his chair she smiled. "You're not in a position to say no. You failed one time, it's time to finish what was started. Fix what you fucked up... we know where you're hiding now Mr. Kirechenko. You've got no other choice."

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Re: Juron's Morning Walk / Ihre Morgenspaziergang
« Reply #4 on: April 27, 2009, 06:27:41 PM »
He had no evidence that she was freely walking about in a safe room.  These people, they said things but were deceptive in getting what they wanted.  Said what you wanted to hear, false reassurances.  He narrowed his eyes in to slits and followed her movements, yet not giving Juron the pleasure of struggling to get out of his chair.
"There's always a hiding spot in the world.  I know plenty, and it'll take you another three years to find me.  And by the time I finally agree to helping you out?  I'll be no use.  An old man, living off dreams of his hey-day."  His words were poetic, eyes staring her down with each syllable rolling off his tongue.  He licked his lips and finally gave his eyes a rest.

"I fucked up once, what's to say I won't fuck up again?"  The last time, Mikhail nearly sunk to the bottom of the ocean.  An unconscious corpse with no life left in him, releasing red bubbles to the surface.  It was a miracle that a few fellow divers had been in the area and came to his rescue.
He handed in his retirement the moment he could walk out of the wheelchair.  They didn't take too kindly, but Mikhail left without a tear, keeping his eyes off the rear view mirror and going forward.  What's more, he had promised his wife his army days were over.
But had she understood what kind of situation they were putting him in here?
"And what would happen if I say yes?  That I grab your girl, bring her back here and blow her ship in to the air... do I finally get some peace and quiet, or will you be knocking on my do- I mean, knocking me out cold and tying me to a chair again?"

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« Reply #5 on: April 27, 2009, 11:39:53 PM »
"Should you not agree to help, do you really think we would let you go, Mr. Kirechenko? You are the only one right now, who is able to help us. Do you actually think you would get far? And live a quiet life? We wouldn't keep you out of our sights now that we know where you are. Letting you slip away off the radar again is a big no-no in our books right now. If we could have just left you alone to live your happy fantasy life, we would have. But you are the only one right now who can help us even come within a good distance from Adalinda Knapp and Dietrich. You know her better than we do, even if you don't want to admit it."
Sighing softly, the Norwegian woman walked towards Mikhail and crouched down infront of him, looking up into his eyes, the eyes she used to adore, now it took every little bit of effort inside to not look away. "We have two groups of people after her, my crew and the men who came and escorted you here. The two of us are not able to do this, we wish we could, but we can't. That is why we have come for you. Help us with this little mission and you won't be bothered again. That is a promise to you that will not be broken. We don't want to cause any discomfort for you and your wife. This is just something that has to be dealt with. Adalinda is up to something, something big and it needs to be stopped."
Searching his own eyes for some sort of answer, some sort of... guilt from what had happened so long ago she backed off, unable to look him in the face any longer. Standing, she moved past the desk and picked up the folder, heading towards the door. "Someone will be in momentarily to hear your answer... the least you could do after everything Mikhail, is help me."
Closing the door behind her, Juron's heels clicked down the hall, leaving the man once more in silence.

Reaching her room, Juron slipped out of her heels and slid into her bed fully clothed laying atop the sheets and pulled out her cell phone. Punching in the memorable number she lay there, listening to the answering machine on the other end. Smiling faintly, she hung up and did it again, and again until she ended up slipping into a light sleep.

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Re: Juron's Morning Walk / Ihre Morgenspaziergang
« Reply #6 on: April 28, 2009, 12:28:23 PM »

Hauptmann Dietrich Schneider had his luger in his right hand.  The man didn't know why he had it out, not as if he was going to shoot one of his men in cold blood.  Why then?  To scare the women?  No, they were scared enough.  Scared at being taken from their villages, their husbands watching on as they were raped repeatedly, before their lovers were murdered before their eyes?  Bound and gagged, awaiting an uncertain future.  Was what they experienced a taster to come?
Dietrich couldn't realise what they were thinking right now.  But he didn't care.  They were cargo, just like oil cans or crates of ammunition.  Standing in front of one, Dietrich crouched down and wiped away tears from her face.  She sniffled constantly, pleading up at him using her eyes as words.  The gag in her mouth translated her sounds in to grunts, causing a thin line of saliva to trickle from the corner of her mouth.
"Heinrich.. I told you to hurry up with these girls!  The Kommandant wants to get moving!"  He walked away from the blonde and scratched an itch on the bridge of his nose with the coldness of the metal gun.  All-in-all, they had acquired five young women from today's attack.  Considering they already had another three in the cargo hold, it would be a profitable expedition this week.

The lurker watched through binoculars at the scene up ahead.  Not trained in lip-reading, he had no idea what they were exactly talking about.  But the man who looked to be in charge was giving orders, waving hands wildly as if her were signalling for an aircraft to come and land.  Yet it wasn't him that the binocular-clad soldier wanted.  It was the woman at the top of the food chain, the one that whispered her demands in to her his ear, then stepping back and watching it unfold.  Unfortunately, that woman was nowhere to be seen.  And time was running out.
It meant she was still on the submarine.  And if that was the case, then Mikhail needed to get on that thing before it descended in to the fantastic voyage it had up ahead.
"So why are you here?  They sent you in to keep an eye on me?  Make sure I don't do anything rash or stupid, like putting a bullet in to Adalinda's head and walking away?"  The voice turned to look at the Norwegian woman beside him, the pair hidden carefully under thick shrubbing and leafs, invisible to those they were watching.  "Or has it got something to do with you missing the action, the thrill?"

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« Reply #7 on: April 28, 2009, 06:20:02 PM »
"I'm just here, to make sure you don't mess up, and run away with your tail between your legs, Kirechenko. Should I want to find a thrill, and missed out on the action, I'm sure I wouldn't be hiding here with you, watching through a pair of lenses and wondering what they were talking about." Juron replied back smoothly, without even glancing at the man hiding with her. The two hadn't really spoken much, after he had agreed to help them. She'd stayed clear away always found something to busy herself with, but never making out outwardly known she was avoiding him. Of course, he probably knew anyways. There had been a few times that she ended up in his direction and he himself, had steered clear.
It had only taken a few days to get things together, and relocate where their red headed beauty was. Which, was how they ended up where they were now, perched high in some vegetation looking down upon the village excitement below. She frowned looking at the poor woman sitting at Dietrich's feet and shifted a bit. "This is what they've moved onto? Human trafficing?... A sex trade even? They're only taking the girls... and destroying everything else..."
A new figure came onto the scene, causing Juron to without thinking, grab Mikhail's binoculars and lean forward. "Who is that?... it must be whomever is in charge of the submarine they got ahold of... she seems like the boss..."

Mariah Wallace stopped infront of Dietrich Schneider as she looked down at the woman who was at his feet. Giving a small scowl, she raised her head again and tipped her head to the German man. "The Boss Lady's getting a little impatient, sir. She's wanting to be getting on her way. But, I'm sure you already knew that, yeah?" Looking around her, the dark haired woman smiled to herself, enjoying the scene of pain, blood and death set out before her. She was glad she agreed to work with this two odd pair that had shown up on her docks one day. Gave her, and her men something to do, and a lot of them enjoyed the tasks that had been set out before them.
"So.. where are we on to next?"

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« Reply #8 on: April 30, 2009, 05:24:02 PM »
The girls were taken on to the ship, at a hurried pace.  He didn't want to anger Adalinda, not just now.  There had been stories that enemy organisations were closing in on them, and it didn't go down well with his beautiful woman.  In fact, he had tried avoiding her at every opportunity he could get.  He wasn't sure if she had caught on to his deliberate avoidance of her, but he hoped she was more occupied with work to notice.
"There's another island about ten miles south of here, it's on the map."  Dietrich pulled out a folded and creased map, with the yellowing-paper missing the top right corner.  "See this here?  It's empty except for these two towns.  We don't know much about that one, but the north one here..."  He pointed to a small grey patch.  "...it's just a case of walking right in and checking out the stock."
The Bavarian frowned, however, as a loud crunch came from the jungle he thought to be empty.  What was just a blob at first came more clearer as it approached.  A man in a dark uniform, something bowed over his right shoulder and wiggling violently.  The object groaned and muttered feminine-like sounds.  And as he came to a stop in front of Mariah and Dietrich, he dropped the woman to the ground.
His helmet hid most of his face, his hair tied back and no longer long.  The strangers smirked nervously, rubbing his gloved hands together.
"Sir... sorry I'm running late... I-I got lost.  But I found ourselves a girl, good little thing, pretty as well.  Come on... come on... take a look..."  His German was near-mint, accent a thing of perfection.  They were motioned to look down at the Norwegian girl, while Mikhail feared to look at her eyes.  She wanted to kill him, she had made that clear, just as he placed the silver tape over her delicate, puffy lips.

"They're getting ready to leave," whispered Mikhail in defeat, looking away and sighing to the ground.  They had to act quick.  If they let them leave, they could be off the navy's radar and they had a whole world to explore and sail to.  Mikhail didn't want this to end in disaster again.
He gulped, swallowing a square chunk of air and forcing it down.  There was a way.  He had the uniform in his bag, he could get on the ship using that.  And for Juron, she could get on the submarine the same way the other girls did.
Sitting up and quietly opening the zip of his bag, Mikhail pulled out the tape, preparing himself for the struggle.  "Just.. don't make this a big deal..."
The Russian pounced.

"Why haven't I saw you on the sub before?"  Asked the German man, squinting his eyes at Mikhail and using his eyebrows to suss out the answer before words even formed.
"I'm new, sir.  Boarded when we left the base.  Private Heinrich Westermann, sir."  Mikhail looked down at Mariah, shadowed eyes from the metal on his head.  Not as if the woman would know every face that travelled on her boat.  Dietrich seemed to be almost distracted with the catch squirming as his feet like a fish flapping for water.  "What's wrong with her?"
The other girls hadn't resisted like that.  This one looked strong, almost as if she wasn't from around here.  "I'm starting to like this one already, it's gonna be fun to see her try and resist it."

Dietrich was the one to take her on board, personally showing her to her bunk.  The room was narrow, long, a handful of women in an assortment of clothing and bonds decorated either side like statues.  They all remained still due to exhaustion or fear.  The ones who had been here for a while knew not to cry, not to moan.  That's what the crew wanted.
"You get fed three times a day,"  They had to sell these girls after all, and needed them in perfect shape.  "There's no toilet breaks, so there's um... no need to bother holding it in.  I'll get you a change of clothes in a while anyway, there's nothing worse than sitting in your wetness when you're down here in the coldest part of the sub."  With a faint smirk, Dietrich left them all to watch each other's torment in a mumbled silence.

Mikhail, on the other hand, stayed well away from any of the crew.  The three big ones - Dietrich, Adalinda and Mariah.  Not that he had met Adalinda, anyway, but it would be her to blow his cover if those horrible eyes caught his.
For the next few hours, the undercover Engineer scouted the submarine, inspecting every corner and straight line of the layout.  The engine room caught his eye, and so did a small section which regular soldiers were prohibited.  He could only assume it was the barracks area for the three VIPs.  Before that, there were a trio of hand-selected guards that prevented him from advancing.  Strict orders, no one allowed.  If Adalinda stayed in there, he'd have a hard time getting close to her.  Did she ever come out?
Asking one of the soldiers - who sounded from southern England - where the cargo was taken, he followed the directions and soon found himself standing in front of Juron, with no guards in sight.  Peeling away the sticky paper, he warned her to be quiet.  "I'm sorry."

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« Reply #9 on: May 07, 2009, 03:55:49 AM »
Mariah leaned over to look at the map Dietrich had pulled out and unfolded. She grinned, licking her glossy lips. The thought of going to another village, and bringing the destruction, terror pain tears and blood that her crew and this man could give out made her feel giddy inside. She did enjoy watching the chaos, being apart of it when she chose to. The sorrow of one, was always the joy of hers. It was like a child recieving a lollipop in her eyes. It was just that sweet and delicious. Especially if there was a struggle, a fight... blood and unneeded brutal force. Just that right push to make the scream that more loud.
The woman had stepped back at the approaching of whomever, or whatever was in the forest. Her hand had gone to the weapon holstered at her side ready to retrieve it in a second if her life was put at threat. Her eyes narrowed a bit but didn't move and almost gave a sigh or relief seeing what appeared to be a soldier of theirs emerging with what appeared to be a woman draped over his shoulder like it was nothing. The fight in that one seemed to be strong, and it interested her, to find out how long it would take before she broke. It was always fun, to take a guess at what the girls limits were. Some lasted longer than she thought. But, from what she'd seen today, none were going to put up much of a fight. They were already broken just from the first day. But her, struggling and wiggling on the soldier's shoulder... showed to be of some good spirit, had a bit of fire. It would be a fun show to watch her be broken in, made into the mindless creatures like the others.
Leaning down, and pulling the fallen hair out of the girls face, she was shocked to see the look of anger and hatred burning brightly in her eyes. "What an interesting young lass you've got here... where did you find her?"

Juron hadn't even been able to let out a scream as Mikhail jumped her. She struggled against him, trying to gain the upper hand and push him away, demanding that he back off. But, Juron had never been able to overpower the man before, and it didn't seem likely that she could now. Almost shouting for him to stop, and wanting to know what the hell he was thinking, she kept trying to keep herself in a position he couldn't get ahold of her properly and pin her down in. But finally, Mikhail got the upper hand and pinned her under him, her eyes glarring daggers at the man as he brought the tape down to rest against her lips. Breathing hard, she hissed out the last words before he silenced her "I'm going to kill you." Was it an empty threat? Probably, but from how angry she felt, and how her eyes bore into him as he tied her up like a nice little present to present to the men and the single woman below, it was a threat he could easily believe.

Mariah peered at the man standing infront of her and Dietrich. He seemed completely new to her. Never heard his voice, or seen him before. Surely she would remember each man that came aboard her vessle, especially with the threat that was hanging down on them. Spies everywhere, undercover people. And yet, he seemed well enough. It wasn't like she could keep track of everyone. But the girl did add to her some suspicion. She really didn't look like any of the others they had taken in. Maybe she was a visitor? A tourist? It made enough sense... and Dietrich did seem interested in her anyways. She seemed harmless enough, tied up. Probably couldn't defend herself if her life depended on it. Private Heinrich Westermann and his little girl seemed to not be a threat in her eyes... but Mariah felt like she needed to keep a little eye on him, well enough she didn't trust any of her men anyways. Not even these other two German boarders, Dietrich and his precious Adalinda Knapp.

Juron was completely horrified to find herself being picked up by Dietrich. She almost wanted to scream as he carried her to the submarine. She looked over her shoulder, glaring at Mikhail and muttering something behind the sticky substance that covered her lips. It was like he enjoyed always turning her into the toy for everyone. Always using her as the bait and in the end, he would be the big strong guy to come to her rescue after it all. And each time, she had been thankful to see him too. But not this time, oh no. As Dietrich put her on board, and showed her to where she would be -staying- for the remainder of her journey with them, she promised that as soon as she saw Mikhail, the only reason she would be glad to see him, would be to leave a big red mark right across his cheek.
Being dumped on her ass again, put Juron into a more foul mood, and as she looked around at the rest of the girls with her, she couldn't help but feel a bit of the fear they all shared. It filled the room. You could smell just exactly how terrified these women were of the men on board, of Dietrich and the other two upper hands.
When Dietrich left, a few women broke into soft sobs, a few trying to comfort one another. But really, they all just kept to themselves, knowing nothing would be okay again, that they were going to die, and be tortured until the end. Juron's eyes traveled around them all, and then back to the closed door. She hoped Mikhail knew what he was doing.

When he had come back, Juron licked her lips when Mikhail had pulled away the tape. The other girls were sleeping behind her in the darkened room, at least she thought they were. It was hard to tell. Mikhail had come in, and found her in the corner she had moved herself to, sitting in the dark with her eyes on the door, waiting for him to come back. And now that he had? Her eyes had gone back to containing the anger she felt for what he'd done. "Remind me Kirechenko, if we make it out of this alive to slap you. Or better yet, how about you untie me so I can enjoy the pleasure of doing it now. I do hope you know what you're doing. Because I so do not feel like turning into some twisted mans little sex pleasure slave bitch." she snapped at him under her breath, forcing the words out through clenched teeth. "If that happens, I'm telling you right now I will make sure you die."

(I didn't bring Ada into this, or Mariah really because it's too late for me to think that much into it... but I'll bring them into my next post)

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« Reply #10 on: May 07, 2009, 04:54:25 PM »
"There's nothing stopping me from keeping you tied up like this, and putting the tape back over your mouth.  I'm in a position of power right here.  They'll never know you're a spy.  I could watch over you for the next little while, have my fun, let the guys have their fun, and wave you off to your new home as some sex slave.  They'll think you're delusional, all this talk of me and how you're trying to stop the slave trade.  You'll be on the receiving end of a very nasty beating."  His rant went on longer than he thought it would.  "You dragged me out here.  Couldn't let me live my life in peace, I had to finish off what I started.  That's already made me very cross, Miss Bratthen... or what ever your name is now."
He pressed the silver tape against her mouth once more, and pressed his hands over the corners that began to roll back due to loss of stickiness.  He sat down in front of the woman, smirking at her helplessness.  She was raging.  There was no telling what she would do if she ever broke free of her bonds.  But he knew that even with all his training, he would be far away from it.

"So let's see.  I'm in here, with you, the crew are outside doing their things.  They let one guy in here, have his fun for half an hour.  He gets to do what ever he wants in that thirty minutes.  And considering I've still got twenty-five minutes, I'm going to enjoy it."  The thought of rape crossed his mind, but he quickly pushed it as far away from his mind as possible.  He didn't rape.  He frowned upon it deeply.  Of course the temptation always came to him, and there were times that he had seriously considered it.  But that was an old life.  He had never once did it to a woman, and never planned to neither.
But this didn't mean he couldn't torment her further.  Put her through twenty-five minutes of misery.  Woman deserved it anyway.
"You scared yet?  You know I'm serious, don't you?  You know my threats are never false.  I mean everything I say.  I don't need you.  You've always been a third leg, every where I've taken you.  Always had to look over my shoulder and make sure that you were still there, and hadn't turned on the alarm."  His head swayed from side to side, looking over through the blackness at the other women.  None of them stirred, unable to decipher his Norwegian.  He was merely another German soldier to them, not like they were trained in the language of Deutschland.

Mikhail sat with his legs crossed, lips sealed, watching Juron in silence.  He admired how she continued to wriggle and try to become unloosened from her ties.  That she thought it was actually possible to escape from something Mikhail had put her in.  Poor, deluded girl.
Finally he leant forward, holding her still.  "Right, all serious now.  Enough games.  I've got us on the submarine, I know you don't like how I did it but it's the only way.  Now this is what I'm thinking I'll do."  He shuffled on to his knees and stared in to her vengeful pupils.  "Adalinda?  There's no way I can get near her in this sub.  I'm gonna have to get us back on dry land, when half the troops are away from here.  I've got some demolition gear in my pack, it's not much but it'll be a pain in the ass for the submarine's mechanics.  I'm hoping as soon as it goes boom, they take us ashore, and loosen up a bit."

His plan was bold, although had a noticeable absence of 'untying Juron'.  Instead he preferred to keep her down here, away from all the action, running, explosions and shouting.  With the submarine out of commission, no one would be in the mood to play with the women.  If the stories were true, the captain of the submarine was a real bitch, and not one to be messed with.  If she saw her men mucking about instead of fixing up the engine, more than likely you'd be thrown out of the ship when they were under water.
"Try and... hold on to something when you feel the boom, okay?"

(( Don't like the post.  Too much rambling, not enough happening.  But I'm fairly tired.  If you find you're struggling, you can skip to the submarine having docked at an island, either for cargo-hunting, or because of engine failure ))
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« Reply #11 on: May 09, 2009, 04:23:54 PM »
Adalinda paced. And she paced, and she paced. Anger and frustration were etched into her pale thin face. She was getting tired of having to wait so long. She wanted to be out of any sort of harms way before anyone could even think about catching up to them. Of course, a little game wouldn't ever hurt her day, but Adalinda Knapp was a very impatient woman, who liked things done to her liking, and on her time. Things like, failing engines were not acceptable in her eyes. They were just a detour, a waste of her time. Things like this didn't happen to Adalinda, not if everyone wanted to have a slim chance of survival in the end.
Everyone feared Adalinda, the pale redheaded German woman. Nobody even dared to look her in the eye. Raise their voice, or try to defy her. It just didn't happen. Everyone feared what Adalinda could do to them, what she would do. Nobody knew how far she would go. What she was capable of. Nobody but Dietrich, and even that man knew better than to upset her.

"They're working as fast as they can to fix it, Miss Knapp. It wont be much longer now before we're back on the way." Mariah said watching as the woman paced back and forth in front of her. "I really don't know how this ended up happening, but it's not like it's all that bad is it? Some of the soldiers have found a village nearby and are dealing with the residents as we speak, which means you'll only have more lovely little girls to sell off and turn into miserable slaves."

Adalinda stopped, spun on her fancy heels and faced Mariah who shut up the moment her hard green eyes catching the Scottish woman's dark ones. The German's eyes narrowed a bit and she stepped towards the black haired woman, her heels making a soft clicking sound as she moved. "Someone did this. Either a prisoner that got free, or one of your men. Someone had done this to the engine. It wasn't an accident and I know you're well aware of that Mariah. I'm not stupid. I may not go out and mingle with you and your crew, or sit much out there with Dietrich, but I'm not stupid. And I still know what goes on on this submarine of yours. Now, for you to live until the end of this journey I've brought you along for, I suggest you not only fix the problem, and make sure it doesn't happen again, but you also find out how it happened, and deal with the culprit. Do I make myself clear?"
Adalinda smiled and touched Mariah's cheek gently, her nicely painted red nails scratching against the woman's soft flesh. "You have such pretty pretty soft skin, I would try avoiding a reason for it to be mucked up, don't you think?"

Mariah gasped, feeling the woman's nail dig against her skin, and pulled away, bringing her hand up to her cheek. She felt something sticky and wet where the pain was starting to slowly dull away to and moved her hand away, seeing a smear of blood on her fingertips. Turning away, she headed towards the door her eyes filling with hatred and murder for the woman who thought could boss her around. This was her ship, her crew. Not that stupid German bitches. What made her think she could take all control? When this was all over, Mariah promised herself to have a bullet through that bitches head, and a bullet through Dietrich if he even thought about getting back at her, and her crew for offing his pressure red head.

Juron lay under some fallen cargo boxes that had been knocked around after the 'boom' Mikhail had spoken about. Her face had a bit of blood on it, from things hitting her, girls elbows and knees smashing into her face as everyone tumbled around. A few looked as bad as she did, while others just seemed a little scared. Nobody but her knew what had happened. Some whispered in scared voices, those who were able to talk. They probably thought someone had attacked them. Nobody would think it had to do with Mikhail trying to save the day, get the bitch who was the problem of it all and go back to his happy life.
She couldn't wait until Mikhail finally untied her from these stupid bindings he had put her in. Hard as she tried, she couldn't get free. She never had been able to, and yet it never stopped her from trying again and again. The Norwegian woman had been in a rather foul mood the moment he had bound her and taken her down to them, and let Dietrich touch her, and take her onboard. But now, after what he had said to her the last time he came to see her, after letting her be thrown in here, all Juron wanted to do was rip his throat out. After the Russian had left, Juron had sat up through the night, tears leaking from her cheeks, the tracks still evident upon her face if someone looked close enough. She wanted all this to be over, so she could go home. Get away from him and never have to look in his face again.
Where was Mikhail anyways? Off playing the part of a German soldier and picking up some poor girl to bring aboard?

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« Reply #12 on: May 31, 2009, 06:26:16 PM »
The repairs were taking longer than any one on the ship had expected.  Dietrich wasn't sure about Mariah or Adalinda, but he had a feeling they would be docked on this small island for a little longer than they would like.  He was prepared for that.  Adalinda, on the other hand, had been avoided for the last little while.  He knew how impatient she was, and that they were seriously behind schedule.  He liked to think he was letting her cool off, and leaving her alone was what was best not just for her, but the rest of the submarine crew.

But there had been some new light on the explanation for the sudden explosion.  At first, he thought sabotage, but the maintainence crew said the old engine (the submarine had been in service for a number of years) had finally blew up.  It had now been revealed the German was right, and someone had destroyed the engine.  That person, was a Russian spy.  The moment he first saw him, Dietrich didn't like him.  Yet he blamed himself for being more interested in the female he had brought along to care about interrogating him further.  That mistake led to the situation they were in right now.

Crack.  Blood poured from his mouth.  His whole face went to the side, long hair covered the bruised face of the prisoner.  Dietrich had taken great pleasure in strapping him down to the chair, and continued to beat him for a good ten minutes before his hand grew painful, and arm exhausted.  "We'll get the words out of you sometime," taunted the Bavarian, giving him one last smack to the face.

To Mikhail, it felt as if his jaw had been broken.  No matter how much he tried, his mouth wouldn't move, and the occasional groan was all that came out between closed lips.  However, he tried to keep the emotion from his eyes when the Bavarian brought something in front of him that had the potential to change everything.
Fingers were wrapped around the arm of a soldier.  This soldier was different.  No, the face didn't match the horrible, cruel captors that sailed through these seas to enslave women.  It was feminine.  The tear stains were still there.  The tape remained over her kissable lips.  The olive-green colour of the jumpsuit molded her body perfectly, as if it were actually hers.  Was it Mariah's?  Or maybe Adalinda's?  No, Adalinda was smaller than her (although she obviously didn't look it with her shoe choice).  So Mikhail assumed that the jumpsuit belonged to Mariah.
The trouser-part tucked in to a pair of boots that were loosely fitted, the laces dangling off either side.  A short chain kept her legs from stretching too far apart.  The zip down the front was open, revealing the bra she wore.  Juron's hands were bound behind her, out of the way.

"She's deciding not to talk either."  It was then he heard the distinct click.  His dear Adalinda.  Coming to play with her present.  "And believe me.  My sweet Fraulein is extremely happy to have someone to talk to for the next little while."  Dietrich said, forcing the Norwegian woman to stand up straight as if she were at 'attention' to be inspected by Adalinda.

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« Reply #13 on: June 05, 2009, 03:11:24 AM »
[ I apologize in advance.. this is a long post.]

When the news reached both Adalinda Knapp, and Juron Bratthen, different emotions were felt. For Adalinda, complete anger and rage for the very fact that an unknown soldier had been allowed on the vessel. The fact that neither Dietrich nor Mariah had even othered to check the soldiers story before allowing him to come on. So what, if he looked like one of them and had carried an odd looking girl with him. THe very fact that she seemed different should have made one or the other question who he was, where both he, and the girl had come from. They all knew that there would be others out there after them, but Dietrich's strong interest in the girl, and Mariah's want to get away from the island made them both overlook this.
If they had left earlier, like she had wanted, Adalinda Knapp knew this whole thing could have been, would have been avoided. Not only did this anger the German red head, but the very fact neither person had bothered to tell her of the strange girl, or the soldier. Had she known, just seeing them would have told her something was off. Adalinda knew people like that. She could sense a lie, and tell when something just wasn't right. Just like she had with the engine, and now, she was faced with this situation. A Russian soldier, THE Russian soldier from those years ago. A grin touched her lips, as she donned herself into comfortable clothing for what was to come. She looked forward to seeing this Russian, and showing what she thought of him. These, were the emotions of Adalinda, upon recieving the news.

Juron Bratthen, the Norwegian woman hadn't had much time to react to the new finding Dietrich had brought to her. SHe hadn't much time to let it register into her that they were indeed found out, and that despite the submarine being docked, Juron, and probably Mikhail did not have a way to escape the fate that was sure to come. But from the moment she saw Dietrich appear, and walk to where she lay on the ground curled up, Juron felt the same strong fear, that only grew stronger once her told her of what he knew.
Like so many times before, it was a position Juron knew well, and a position she would never, could never get used to. Being through what came next, was never the same. Juron had as almost many scars on her person as Mikhail probably had in a few years because of all the times she was stupid as Mikhail always informed her, and allowed herself to be caught. Caught, used against him, tortured, questioned... everything. and each time, Juron went through it all refusing to let the Russian down, promising herself it would never happen again, and staying as tight lipped and strong as she could. The experiences had always left her with nightmares she would wake up in a sweat from. They never went away, she just got better at hiding the leftover feelings from when she woke up. And as Dietrich lifted the Norwegian woman from the ground and led her out, the fear and terror that swam in her gut, but didn't reach her eyes completely was fueled by the knowledge this would be more to add to her restless nights. And as Dietrich stripped her of her clothes and put her in that green jumpsuit from one of the other women, she couldn't help but wonder where, and how Mikhail was. As the chain was placed on her legs, sitting upon the undone boots, Dietrich seemed almost pleasent as he asked her the normal questions, would she cooperatee, or behave if he removed the peeling tape from her lips. Would she answer his questions, to avoid the messiness to come.
Of course, Juron shook her head and refused to look at him as she was put in the state of volnerability. The emotions Juron felt, were the same as time, and time before she found herself in this spot. The same fear of what lay ahead, and the concern for her 'partner' and wherever it was he was being held.
But the fear this time, wasn't the same as seh found ehrself somewhere new, somewhere with a battered and bloody Mikhail. The same look, the same man she had loved once before. She felt sorrow in her heart for the wife who waited for the Russian who sat broken and bloody before her. It was her fault he looked like that, her fault he was here. THe fear she felt grew stronger as the look of recognition formed in his broken gaze, and the clicking of heels was heard, coming towards them. THe feeling of Dietrich's hand on her, gaze on her made her skin crawl, but the heels added a whole new feeling. She had heard the horror stories, the tales of Adalinda Knapp and she only hoped they were strong enough to survive.

The door swung open, and Adalinda stepped inside, her long hair pulled back into a loose pony tail. Her cold gaze swept over the three occupants in the room, a small twisted smile as she saw Mikhail, and how Juron was being made to stand. She was wearing a white bodysuit, that clung to her form as if it were the second skin to Adalinda. It was what she wore, to enjoy and admire the blood that would come during, and after her games and playing.
Walking over to Juron she noticed the small flinch as she drew nearer, it only made her smile more. "So, you're the girl that my Dietrich had been distracted by, to let you and the soldier on board... we meet at last." Her words came out in clear Norwegian, knowing of where the girl was from. Her slender, pale hand came out and touched the woman's face gently, her nails ever so slightly scraping her skin. "Beautiful flesh, despite the scars I know cover it... a pity, more will be added to your collection from My Dietrich." THe ways he used the word 'My' made it sound like as if she were reminding Dietrich, and telling Juron who the German man belonged to. It wasn't often someone caught Dietrich's attention like this brown haired woman had, and it pissed Adalinda off.
"Maybe I'll be able to add a few of my own hmm? As a thank you.. for bringing me the Russian." Turning away from Juron, Adalinda faced Mikhail and her smile grew et even more, stepping her way to the Russian soldier, the clink clacking of her heels sounding. "Ah yes, Mikhail Kirechenko, I do hope you're not surprised I know who you are. I know all there is to know about you, which is why I'm not surprised to see you on this vessel." This time, she spoke on German, knowing Mikhail could understand her, but Juron could not. "I did wonder how long it would take you to be found, and brought back to me. I would have done it myself, but this game was much more fun." Crouching down, Adalinda placed her fingers under his chin and tilted his head up towards her. "I have to admit, I'm dissapointed in how easy your capture was. I really thought, should anyone have a chance to do me in, it would be you. The one who got away. Sadly, you proved me wrong."
Standing, Adalinda walked behind Mikhails chair and placed one hand on his shoulder, the other under his chin, holding his head up. Placing her lips beside his ear, she spoke softly, "oh, just think of the fun I'm going to have with my new doll. But first," raising her head she smiled at Dietrich. "Darling, why don't we give them a little idea, of what we're going to do to them, I'm sure the boy's just dying to know what's in store for his woman."

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« Reply #14 on: June 11, 2009, 02:27:52 PM »
"Oh, I'm sure he is."  Dietrich said, looking at Adalinda and tilting his eyes towards the woman in his hand.  Juron.  He was going to have plenty fun with her.  But unfortunately for the German woman in the room, the same couldn't be said for her.  His hand dipped in to the holster under his jacket, and lifted out the USP handgun he kept in his possession at all times.  Knowing that there was a full clip in the pistol, he raised it to Mikhail and pressed back once on the trigger.

A bullet drilled in to Mikhail's heart.

He moved no more.

"Enough of these silly games."  The Bavarian said, throwing Juron to the floor with a crash.  "Enjoy your new life, Miss Norwegian."  Was the last thing he said to her, disappearing out of the room for the last time.

 

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