Bryson Billings's Story

Bryson had his orders and knew better than to disappoint his employer. Moving cautiously down the street, heading for Hagan Avenue, the blonde slid a few fingers into the breast pocket of his jacket, making sure that his money was exactly where it was supposed to be. The envelope was still nestled exactly where he had placed it and within the envelope was what his boss wanted him to do. Normally he was stuck doing the dirty work, but this time, his employer wanted him to go outside of the organization so that if something went wrong, nothing would be placed on them. It was a perfect scenario and if he didn’t have to go to jail, well, that was even perfect.

“Hmm… I wonder where this person is located at. My sources said somewhere on Hagan Avenue, but they weren’t specific…”

Sighing as he stepped onto the street, he took note of a nearby bar and decided that would be the best place to start. Sliding a few fingers through his hair, Bryson pushed open the doors of the Vogel Bar and moved towards the counter. He wore a casual black jacket and beneath that a crimson shirt. His black pants matched the jacket and on his feet were a pair of black dress shoes. Pulling out the piece of paper with a single name on it, he studied it for a moment while waiting to get the attention of the barkeep.

"You're new." A woman said, coming to take a seat at the bar beside Bryson. Up close one could tell they were dealing with a female, but the woman's short slicked back hair, black suit and lack of, for the most part, makeup result in the woman coming off as androgynous. She waved to the barnter in hopes of getting his attention as well.

"What brings you this way?" The Asian woman asked Bryson, turning her brown eyes on him for a moment. "Surely it can't be the welcoming Aschen people. Maybe it's the drinks? They have some strong shit, surprisingly."

His gaze shifted towards the individual sitting down beside him. He was fairly sure she was a female, but one never could tell in these times, so he decided to keep his comments to himself. The barkeep was still quite busy and so, to entertain himself, Bryson began to tap his fingers on the bar counter, growing a little impatient. He really wanted a whiskey on ice. Returning his blue eyes towards the woman, he studied her a little longer than he meant before clearing his throat.

“I’m actually here on business. My employer sent me to find a woman that will be able to help him in his pursuits.” He kept it concise, not wanting to give away more than he needed to since he was fairly certain this wasn’t the female he was looking for.

“Her name is Miss Li.” There, that was all he was going to say.

"Li?" Melinda asked Bryson, a single black eyebrow raising as she looked the man over. He seemed like too much of a pretty boy to be a cop, and he seemed somewhat new to what he was doing. It wasn't every day you sought out people who were, for all intents and purposes, ghosts.

"It just so happens that I'm Asian enough to know a Li or two." She said, "Why do you need a Li?" Melinda asked, unbuttoning her suit jacket. Slowly she opened it up, showing off the gun holstered on her ribcage. "Be honest. I don't want to shoot you and claim you tried to mug me."

"Prove that you tried to mug me, I mean."

This was supposed to be simple. He was to search out his prime objective, give her the envelope tucked in his inner breast jacket pocket and be on his way. What Bryson wasn’t expecting was some snoopy woman questioning him like he killed her mother. If he jacked this up, his employer would probably break his legs and let him crawl back to his house, miles away. That wasn’t about to happen, especially not because of someone else sticking her nose where it wasn’t meant to be.

“Look, you seem nice…” Bryson began, not even missing a beat when she opened her jacket up to show off her gun. This wasn’t the first time he had been threatened with a weapon and wouldn’t be the last. “But, it really isn’t your concern. I have a proposition for her from my employer. You know, secret business.” He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I don’t want any trouble, so please don’t give me any.”

"I don't want any trouble for you either. I asked a question. Now, I have another." Melinda told Bryson, standing up from her seat slowly. She ran a hand through her hair before she turned her back on Bryson. She took a step away from the counter before she focused her attention on the man again.

"What would happen if I put this gun to your head and shot you right now?" She asked, "Would anyone come to your aid? Would you take the gun from me?" The Triad enforcer asked Bryson.

"Why should I give you what you want?"

What was with all of these questions? It was like he was in school again and he hated being in school. The longer this went on, the more agitated he seemed to become. Didn’t she understand that he was here on behalf of his employer? All Bryson wanted to do was find this Miss Li he was sent to speak with, give her the envelope and then go find some whores and fuck them until they were unable to walk. What was so hard about that? Apparently everything and that was seriously pissing him off. Narrowing his blue eyes when she stood up, Bryson shifted his gaze towards her, amazingly able to keep a calm visage despite his growing irritation. However, her question caught him off-guard and for a brief second, the blond ran her words through his head. Did she mean what she asked? Yeah, she did.

“Holy shit, lady. I told you why I am here? Why the hostilities? My employer would come to my aid and he’s a man you don’t want to fuck with.” He was lying, but no one had to know that. “I may look like a boy next door, but I’m not about to sit here and let you shoot me in the head, so yea, I would take the gun from you. I don’t want anything except to hand what I was given to Miss Li. Stop jerking me around and either help me, or point me to someone that will help without threatening.” He was just a little pissed off. Fucking crazy women with guns; should be outlawed.

"You've got balls. Big, stupid balls. But, still." Melinda said to Bryson, "If you had been dealing with anyone else you'd be dead thirty seconds ago. In a garbage can in a minute from now. And in a landfill by morning." She informed the man, "Luckily for you, I'm not anyone else." Melinda told him, keeping her calm demeanor.

"Your balls will get you in trouble one day. For now, it's convinced me in the moment that you might not be a cop." Melinda moved back to the counter, grabbing a napkin and then making a writing gesture to the bartender. It didn't take too long for him to bring her a pen, his way of getting the event over with so that there wasn't a murder in his bar.

"Go here." Melinda told Bryson, writing something down on the napkin. "I'll let Li know to expect you." She said, pushing the napkin over to Bryson to reveal an address;

1939 East Sol Avenue. Apartment 3.

If she was trying to make him regret what he said, it wasn’t really working. No one scared Bryson save for the man that he was currently working for. Shrugging off her comments, he bit back a sarcastic remark because he knew his remarks was going to get him killed eventually, but that was probably why he made them. Death to him, was just another job. Everyone died, so he might as well go out on his own terms, not the ones created by the bastard that was constantly ruining his fun,

“You get a lot of people in here that pretend to be cops? Waste of time; cops. If I had my way, there wouldn’t be any law enforcement left alone.” His comments were mostly beneath his breath, but by the distain in his voice, it was obvious that he despised those that wore a badge.

Rubbing the back of his neck again, he peered towards the napkin, trying to figure out what was going on. When she finished writing and moved the napkin over to him, he read what was written on it and just nodded. Sliding up to his feet, he placed the napkin into his pocket and turned to head out of the bar. Pausing, he turned and smiled at her and did his best not to wink,

“Thanks for the help.” Turning back around, he stepped out onto the street and headed down the street.

After having left Vogel Bar, Bryson hailed a cab and gave him an approximate address to his location. He was dropped off at 1900 East Sol Avenue and after paying the cabbie, waited until the man had turned the corner before proceeding to his intended target. It didn’t take him long to get to 1939 and he stopped in front of it, peering cautiously at the apartment building. If this was a trap, he wouldn’t know until he got on, but surely it wouldn’t be, right? Shaking his head, Bryson made his way inside of the building and looked for the correct apartment.

Alright, just be calm and don’t say anything sarcastic. Apparently that type of attitude isn’t the norm around here or something.

Nodding at his internal dialogue, Bryson knocked on the door of Apartment 3. Once he knocked, he moved back a little and held his hands to his side, palms facing the door so that they could see he wasn’t holding a weapon. He figured showing that he was harmless was the best in this type of situation, though of course, he wasn’t as harmless as he seemed, but hopefully it wouldn’t come down to that.

The apartment door across the hall from Li's apartment would swing open, a clearly female figure standing in the doorframe with a pistol raised towards Bryson. Her face covered by a pair of dark shades and a purple bandana. She didn't say a word, she just kept her weapon trained on Bryson.

"I had to be sure there wasn't an SRU team on the way." She finally told him, "The door's open. Go ahead." The armed woman said as she began to lower her pistol. It was clear that these weren't the kind of criminals you saw in the movies. Li, Melinda, and their other cohorts were savvy enough to try their luck but weren't trigger happy.

"Let's talk business."

Bryson prided himself on being prepared for anything that might happen, but even he wasn’t expecting the door behind him to open. Spinning around, he kept his hands in front of him, making it obvious that he had nothing in them. Staring at the pistol, he kept his face blank, though it was apparent in his eyes that he was not exactly happy with having it pointed at him. He instead studied the woman, or at least what he could see of her and hoped this was the Miss Li he was searching for. If not, he was going to bust open some skulls. He wasn’t familiar with the SRU term, but kept his questions to himself. No need to make her ask him stupid questions. He just wanted to get to the point and get to the nearest strip club or brother and bang some bitches.

Nodding, Bryson turned back around and entered Apartment 3, moving inside cautiously. He looked around for anyone hiding and once he was mostly sure it was clear, turned to face Miss Li. Grateful when she got right now to the meat of things, he reached into his inner jacket and pulled out the envelope, his blue eyes twinkling in what little light there happened to be. To say he was a ladies man was putting it mildly, but there was no way he was going to attempt to hit on her. She would probably shoot him in the balls and then make him eat his own package. No, he kept all suave comments to himself.

“My employer seeks you for a job, Miss Li. I am assuming that is who you are? Anyways, he has it all explained in a letter and inside this envelope is that letter and a starter fee. Money is no object to him.” As Bryson handed over the package, he couldn’t help but wonder what was in the letter. “I am to take word back as to whether or not you accept his terms.”

The woman removed her disguise with one hand as she entered the room behind Bryson, her other hand still holding the gun. She wasn't quite ready to put it down, not until things were squared and Bryson was gone. She just met the guy, she couldn't really trust that he, or his employer, wasn't playing a dangerous game.

The employer could be making a play for something. Money, power, anything. Bryson could be making a play for his freedom, or his employer's place. Li didn't know, she was just a pawn if there was anything going on. Not that she really cared, she liked money. And she needed it.

She grabbed the envelope from Bryson, tucking her gun into her waistband so that she had both hands to open it. "We'll see." She said, "I need a little extra work."

Bryson tried his best to ignore the fact that she not only had her gun still in her hand, but also had removed whatever disguise she had been wearing previously. He would have not known the difference, but perhaps it was a good sign that she trusted him; or maybe not. He was growing impatient and was glad when she took the envelope from him. The urge to open it up was growing as each minute had ticked by since the moment he received it and Bryson was pretty sure his resistance was growing weaker.

Making sure not to move when she placed her gun in her waistband, Bryson instead studied her like a predator would their prey. Only, he wasn’t wanting to eat her; at least not in the sense of a carnivore. He wouldn’t mind doing other things to her though. Logic dictated that doing anything would a very bad idea, so to keep himself from being shot or disemboweled, he kept his thoughts and potentially leering looks to himself. He would just take it out on another broad later on once he was finished up here.

“I am not sure what’s in the letter, but I’m sure it’ll be enough to keep you busy for at least a while.” Remaining where he was at, the blonde resisted the urge to move forward to read the letter over her shoulder. While doing so would allow him to inhale her scent and perhaps accidentally touch other body parts, it might also end in his death. So, despite the longing to see what was beneath the clothing, Bryson didn’t budge.

The Chinese woman looked up from the envelope to get a good look at Bryson. There was something off about him that made her uncomfortable. Her furst guess was that he was a drug addict. Second guess was that he was an alcoholic. Her third guess was that maybe he wasn't looking to die if she turned out to be a nutcase.

Too young to die. A lot to live for. That's the kind of guy he might have been.

"Yeah, I have too much free time." Li said to Bryson, using a foot to shut the apartment door as she ripped the letter from the enveolpe and opened it up to give it a read.

“Well, I’m sure I can help you fill your free time with something more enjoyable, if you’d like?” Bryson smiled his best ladies killer smile before shrugging a little.

Hopefully she didn’t take offense to that. He didn’t really want to die because he couldn’t keep a hold of his overacting libido, but man, he seriously needed some satisfaction sooner than later and if she would give it to him, then why not? If not, well, that was fine too, he wasn’t going to force her to do anything she didn’t want to do. Hell, she could probably snap his spine with just a kick; her body looked to be in amazing shape, and she was probably super flexible. Shaking his head a little at his thoughts, he ran a few fingers through his blonde locks, shifting a little as she began to read the letter.

He hoped she made her decision sooner than later because his boss was going to be calling soon and if he didn’t have an answer, bones were going to be broken. He just hoped it wasn’t his bones that were snapped because other than being painful, it would keep him from satisfying his sexual urges. But, on the other hand, he didn’t want to rush this beautiful specimen because she might get mad and shoot him. That too would be painful and would keep him from doing what he wanted. Then again, most nurses were pretty hot and he could probably get a sympathy lay. No, it was best to exert some form of patience and wait for her answer.

The Asian woman looked up from the letter to Bryson, shaking her head at the man. "I'm not interested." She said, tossing the letter to the side. She reached into the envelope and slipped the money out, tucking it into a pocket before she headed to the apartment's door. She opened it up, stepping aside fro Bryson to step out.

"In you, that is." She said, "I'll take the job. But, I can find my own enjoyment when I wish to." Li said to Bryson, clearly rejecting any advances the man had man or planned to make. She wanted to keep things professional with him and his employer.

When she first said she wasn’t interested, Bryson felt his chest tighten. What did she mean she wasn’t interested?! No, that just wasn’t an acceptable answer! What made things even worse was that she took the money out of the envelope and put it into her pocket before walking to the door and opening it. Since she stepped to the side, he got the hint that she wanted him to leave, but how could he do that? No! He had to convince her to change her mind, somehow! When she finally clarified what she meant, Bryson let out a nervous laugh, his hand once again sliding through his blonde hair. Thank goodness she was accepting the job, though he was disappointed that she didn’t want to date him. Well, her loss.

“Excellent! I will relay the information to my boss. I’m sure he told you how to get a hold of him in the letter and if he didn’t, here’s my card.” Sliding a hand into his pocket, he pulled out a single card with his name on it with a number listed below.

“Bossman wants as little involvement in this until possible until his target is acquired. Oh, one last thing. I’m sure I don’t have to say this, but this individual needs to be delivered alive and unharmed. No stab wounds, no gashes, and no gunshots. Bruises and broken bones are fine, if it couldn’t be helped.” Stepping out into the hallway, he smiled and nodded before making his way back down to the street and hailing a cab. Slipping inside, he gave directions to the nearest brothel or strip club, whichever and sat back, quite pleased with how things turned out. Shooting off a text to an unnamed number, he simply put three words down; she is in.

When she was at the peak of the withdrawal, Benson found ways to cause her agony, since she was more sensitive to pain at that moment. He beat on her and cut shallowly on her body, knowing that the tiny cuts would heal without any scars. It hurt her and that was all that mattered at that time. He also water boarded her quite often, each time taking it just a little bit further, though never enough to actually kill her. Once or twice she did stop breathing, but he brought her back immediately. Just when she was getting over the agony and was beginning to feel normal, which took a few days, he injected her with an even higher dose of heroin, knowing that the withdrawal would be worse the next time.

“You ready to be mine?” Benson leaned back after injecting her again, determined to keep her high as a kite.

Gabrielle shook her head while trying to fight through the drug, but it was a battle she was losing rather quickly. The moment he had his back turned, she grabbed the tray that he had left beside her with leftover food. It was more difficult to do, but somehow she managed to charge the object and as soon as it was bright red, Gabby chucked it at him. Unfortunately, her aim was off since she was actually seeing two of him and it instead exploded nearby him. The force was enough to knock him off his feet though, but it only served to piss him off.

“That’s a no…” she managed to get out before he was suddenly in front of her.

“You.Bitch.” Benson tugged out the shrapnel that had lodged into his butt. Unfortunately, it didn’t do a lot of damage and didn’t hit anything important. Benson grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up as far as the shackles would let him before she slammed her hard against the wall, knocking her out. Dropping her back down, he walked off to fix himself up, but not before injecting her yet again. As he walked out, he briefly spoke to someone outside of the mausoleum before making his way to the car that was waiting. The other person walked inside and sat down with a twisted grin.

“This should be fun.” Bryson grinned even more, twirling a dagger in his hand. He had been instructed by his boss what he could and could not do and he intended to toe that line, especially since by babysitting her, he was missing out on asses and tits and that did not please the blonde, but he knew better than to disobey Benson.

Five days passed with her continuing to be injected by Bryson while Benson spent time recovering from the shrapnel. Bryson was allowed to drug her up and torture her, but he was told no doing anything to her that would mar her flesh nor was he allowed to do anything sexual to him. So, for five days, he remained sexually frustrated, especially since he was so used to fucking hot bitches all hours of the day and night. Still, he didn’t touch her other than to almost drown her and keep her drugged up. When Benson finally appeared, Bryson quickly left and made his way to the nearest whorehouse to fuck them all. Benson, one alone with Gabrielle, checked to make sure nothing had been done before rolling her onto her back and shoving a tube down her throat, smirking when she fluttered her unfocused eyes open.

“For what you did to me, I think I’m going to torture you a bit more than normal. You see those two canisters on the side of the tray? One leads to water and the other is acid. You can pick which one I end up giving you, so pick wise. Here’s a hint, I am left handed.” Benson smirked and watched as she tried to figure out what was going on, panic settling in almost immediately.

Gabrielle gagged on the tube, trying to get free enough to get it out, but she knew she wasn’t going to be able to. Finally, she nodded towards the left bottle, hoping that she was correct. When he flipped the switch and the liquid moved down the tube towards her tube that was connected, she started to panic even more, afraid what it actually was. When the sensation of water trickled down her throat, she was relieved until she started to gag on the liquid. He laughed and ripped it out of her throat, allowing her to roll over to cough it out of her. Groaning, she curled back up, shivering and trying to figure out how she got into this mess in the first place. Unfortunately, her mind was muddled and she really had no idea what was going on anymore.

“..Please… please let me go…” Her voice was cracked and she was on the verge of completely breaking. Her eyes were constantly red from crying and puffy and she had long sense given up the hope of ever seeing her family again. Hell, she would gladly take a verbal berating from Jegun at the moment if it meant she would never have to be almost drowned again.

“I’ll stop as soon as you stop being so stubborn and realize that I’m all you have.” Benson crossed his arms against his chest before glancing down at his watch. “Let’s see, for the past five days, well, six days, we’ve been injecting you with a great deal of heroin. Enough that when I take it away, you’re going to really feel it this time. So, let’s see what happens.” He grinned widely at the look of terror that crossed her face.

As she came down from her high, Gabrielle ended up crouched over in the corner, throwing up into the trashcan. It was difficult to throw up while crying, but somehow the sixteen-year-old managed. In fact, she ended up puking so much that Benson wound up sending Bryson to the hospital to steal some iv tubing and bags of fluid so that she didn’t end up getting dehydrated. While she vomited, he inserted the iv needle into her arm and hooked up the tubing to the first bag, letting the specialized fluid flow into her blood stream. For a few minutes, he thought she might stop breathing, but somehow she managed to plow through it, though her breathing ended up being slow and labored for quite a while.

“So, Gabrielle.” Benson started, pausing until she shifted her gaze over towards him, not vomiting at that moment. “Have we learned a lesson yet?”

“…fuck OFF.” Gabrielle snarled, panting heavily before starting to throw up again. Her back arched in the process and she couldn’t help but groan. She had no idea how long it had been since she last had any heroin because she was in a constant state of deliriousness when she wasn’t overly drowsy. However, the drowsy sensation was leaving her and her body felt empty and no matter how much she tried to ignore it, she was already craving the drug. At first, she was able to push away the desire, especially since she was throwing up non-stop and extremely achy and nauseous, but now it was coming back hardcore.

“Rrrr… I want…” Gabrielle bit on her bottom lip, refusing to voice what her body was desiring.

“You want what?” Benson grinned, knowing exactly what she wanted.

“Nnn… nothing!” She snarled, spitting at Benson’s feet.

Grinning, Benson held out a needle already prepped with heroin, knowing that she would give in sooner or later. Waving it back it front in front of her face, he watched with glee as she followed it, no matter where he put it. He put it back down on a table beside him and knelt down in front of her, cupping her chin with his hand, squeezing hard enough to make her cry out in pain. His eyes narrowed and he pulled her forward until she was on her hands and knees in front of her.

“You are making this incredibly and unnecessarily difficult for you, Gabrielle.” Benson released her face and stepped back.

Whimpering, Gabrielle attempted to curl up only to have him force her into the kneeling position once again. Her entire body ached and she wanted to do nothing at that moment other than either get high or just die. She felt terrible and it was obvious that her body was not appreciating the lack of drugs in its system. The fact that she had never taken drugs before and really didn’t drink, this sensation was frightening to the teenager. She didn’t know what to do and since he kept her shackled up at all times, she knew she would never be able to escape. Not unless she lured him into a sense of falseness where he would let her be free, but that wasn’t likely. It didn’t help that her body was betraying her and the only thing she could think of was how high and free she felt while on the drug.

“Please… please give me more.” Gabrielle whined, staring up at him.

“More what?” Benson asked with a smirk, knowing he had her hook, line, and sinker.

“More of the heroin… please. I need it.” She whimpered, licking her dry lips.

“Hmm. What will you do for me if I give you more, Gabrielle?” He grinned even wider, looking at her like his prey.

“…anything you want. Please, I need it. Please.” She begged, scooting forward as far as she could in order to paw at him.

“Hmm. I don’t know. You’ve been pretty disobedient thus far. You have cost me a great deal of money and caused me to go to the hospital.” Benson tisked, stepping away from her, enjoying the looks crossing her face.

“P-please! I’ll do whatever you want! I… I’m sorry…! I… please!” She reached towards him, her body trembling in the process. She was quickly losing the battle.

“No.” Benson backhanded her across the face, his eyes narrowing towards her. “You don’t deserve it.”

Crumpling down, Gabrielle started to cry before grabbing the trashcan and throwing up again. After finishing her next round of dry heaves, she glanced back at Benson and was vaguely aware of her swelling cheek from where he hit her. She groaned and curled back up, growing exhausted once again. Benson grinned at her and walked over to her, dropping onto a knee in order to run his fingers through her hair.

“Ready to submit to me?” He asked softly, almost soothingly while running his fingers through her hair.

“…will you give me more if I do…?” she asked cautiously as he lulled her into a state of comfort.

“Yes.” He smiled, knowing he had almost broken her.

“…I submit to you then…” She whispered, unsure what that meant, but knowing it was said just to get more heroin.

“Good girl.” He kept sliding his fingers through her hair, watching as she drifted off to sleep, too exhausted to remain awake. Standing back up, he moved over to the table and started getting things together, knowing she wouldn’t remain asleep long. He had no intentions of giving her more heroin and knew this was going to be extremely rough on her, but it was one more way he had to control her.

It took him quite a while, but Benson had found another way to get Gabrielle to cooperate with him so that he could take her into Wing City and to the SpacePort. Instead of hopping her up on heroin again, something she constantly begged for, he decided instead to brainwash her. It was a tedious task, one that he spent far too much time on, but the end product was very much worth it. He was left with an individual that was at his beck-in-call, one that didn’t remember anything of her past, and more importantly, one that was completely devoted to him only. It pleased him that he managed to break through her stubbornness, something that seemed impossible when she was first brought to him, but he somehow managed to do it. She didn’t do anything without his permission and the identity she used to have was now completely replaced with what he wanted her to be like.

“Hmmm, I think you’re finally ready to leave this place and go with me to another planet. Won’t that be fun?” Benson asked her, his fingers sliding through her brunette hair while she remained curled up at his feet.

“Yes, I want that because you want it.” Gabrielle responded softly, her body remaining absolutely still because he had told her to remain like that until he said otherwise.

Nodding in satisfaction, he slid to his feet and stepped over her, moving over to his bag of fun things. It took a minute or six of digging around to find what he wanted and after locating it, he grinned wide. Grabbing a silver collar with a lock on the back as well as a heart shape lock on the front to dress it up a little, he headed back over to Gabby, sitting down in his chair once again.

“Sit up.” Benson ordered and as soon as Gabrielle did as instructed, he slid the collar on over her neck, locking it around her throat. Swallowing the key, he patted her head before raising back up again.

“Get up and go shower and put on the clothing I have set out for you. We’re leaving today.” He ordered and sat back down. He had already showered and had his clothing in the trunk of the car that was waiting for him. Bryson had been giving specific instructions and had remained outside with the vehicle despite not wanting to.

Gabrielle nodded and slid to her feet, making her way to the back of the crypt where Benson had created a bathroom. She quickly took a shower, making sure to wash every inch of her body from head to toe before drying off and pulling on what he had selected for her. She was soon wearing a pair of dress pants, a red and black dress blouse, and black high-heel shoes. Beneath the outfit was a pair of undergarments and she made sure to fix her hair the way he liked it – a sophisticated up do as if she was a professional officer worker or something. Making her way back out to him, she walked with him outside and slid into the car while he sat beside her. Bryson drove the two out of the Dark Woods and into Wing City. It took quite a while, but they were soon at the Wing City Spaceport, walking through the crowd to find a ship that was taking civilians off of Terra.

Norrington was quite frankly bored out of his mind. And that meant his mind was wandering. Oh sure he already knew most of the ways out of the building by memory. If the feds caught wind of the shit they were pulling today it could be a disaster that could tear the building apart. Well, depending on Kyle. That fucker was a liability. The slave trade business was not one Norrington liked, not because of it being impractical or unprofitable, but because of how obvious it was. In comparison money laundering, robbery and murder were safe. Less loose ends. Less evidence.

Bo was on point outside watching the building with the trigger to call the entire operation off. It was a big step up of responsibility for the kit, and Norrington felt like she could handle it. Of course, it left him inside in civilian clothes completely unarmed and waiting for the truck to arrive. In a casual blue t-shirt and denim pants he sat waiting with ears up and alert as he occasionally took stock of his surroundings.