I join the
party?”
Two guns whipped around in his direction. “Who the fuck are
you?” the mastermind shouted in broken English.
“Your worst nightmare.” He nodded at the girl. “Do you speak
English?”
She responded with a single jerk of the head, her terror
grew as she stared up at him.
“Don’t answer him,” Foul-mouth shouted and smacked her in the
back of the head. “Tinh, kill him.”
The scout jumped. “What?” Then volleyed a fevered dispute in
his native language.
Terse sentences and wild hand movements ensued while Bale
gestured to the female with a slight wave of his hand to remain calm. Her eyes
widened but she pressed her lips together and tensed her muscles as if to will
her body to settle down.
He nodded his encouragement then looked back to the
quarreling duo. “Gentlemen, gentlemen. Allow me to settle this argument for
you.”
The woman screamed in surprise as he traced across the room,
knocking Tinh’s gun from his hand and breaking his arm at the elbow in the
space of a heartbeat. As Tinh fell to the floor in howling agony, Bale had the
second gunman up against the wall by the shirt front. He wrapped his hand
around the bony wrist holding the gun and applied enough pressure to make the
man wince and drop his weapon.
“Have you sounded the alarm yet?” he asked the girl without
taking his gaze away from the squirming worm.
“N-no.”
“Do it now. Then gather any rope or cord you have and bring
it back here. Even a telephone line will suffice.”
The patter of her shoes as she ran out the door indicated
she followed his directions and that he had about five minutes before the
police arrived.
Bale tightened his grip and soaked in the man’s
adrenaline-laced terror like a junkie getting his fix. Screams drowned out the
sound of bones turning to dust as he pulverized the wrist. The man better pray
he was ambidextrous.
“You will never pick up a weapon to cause harm again. You
will never touch another in anger. One step out of line and I will be there to
strike you down. Do you understand or shall I continue the lesson with the left
wrist?” he taunted.
A lot of nodding and agonized whimpers was the response.
“Alarm is on,” said the girl as she ran back into the
office, carrying an armful of extension cords and spools of metal wire.
“Tie them up, little one.” He dropped the thief on the floor
next to his partner.
“Tie them up?” she repeated in shock.
“I cannot be here when the police arrive, and I will not
leave you alone with them if they are still mobile. Tie them up. Secure the
restraints as you see fit. May I suggest you show them the same courtesy they
bestowed upon you?”
“Oh, no.” She tried to push the ties into his arms. “It not
proper.”
“Tell them I did it.”
A light entered her eyes as the possibility of partaking of
the forbidden chased her fear away. “Yes?”
“Yes.”
She dropped her supplies onto the floor except for a length
of extension cord. She began with Tinh’s feet and wrapped the cord around his
ankles several times, securing the ends into a knot. The fine metal jeweler’s
wire she used to wrap around his wrists. When she pulled on his arm to position
them in to place, he cried out in pain. She hissed in sympathy then her eyes
narrowed and a shy smile emerged as she bound his hands with an extra vicious
twist for good measure.
Bale left her to finish her task as she started on the
second assailant and he sensed her satisfaction in having a tiny outlet to express
her displeasure. By the time he reached the rooftop of the building across from
the store, blue and red lights flashed as the police roared up the street and
skidded to a stop.
Two more lives saved. Who was next?
Chapter Four
What the hell happened?
Ari rolled out of bed and held on to her head as she
staggered into the plush bathroom. If she hadn’t seen the bartender pour her
drink, she would have thought she had been slipped a mickey. She was
party?”
Two guns whipped around in his direction. “Who the fuck are
you?” the mastermind shouted in broken English.
“Your worst nightmare.” He nodded at the girl. “Do you speak
English?”
She responded with a single jerk of the head, her terror
grew as she stared up at him.
“Don’t answer him,” Foul-mouth shouted and smacked her in the
back of the head. “Tinh, kill him.”
The scout jumped. “What?” Then volleyed a fevered dispute in
his native language.
Terse sentences and wild hand movements ensued while Bale
gestured to the female with a slight wave of his hand to remain calm. Her eyes
widened but she pressed her lips together and tensed her muscles as if to will
her body to settle down.
He nodded his encouragement then looked back to the
quarreling duo. “Gentlemen, gentlemen. Allow me to settle this argument for
you.”
The woman screamed in surprise as he traced across the room,
knocking Tinh’s gun from his hand and breaking his arm at the elbow in the
space of a heartbeat. As Tinh fell to the floor in howling agony, Bale had the
second gunman up against the wall by the shirt front. He wrapped his hand
around the bony wrist holding the gun and applied enough pressure to make the
man wince and drop his weapon.
“Have you sounded the alarm yet?” he asked the girl without
taking his gaze away from the squirming worm.
“N-no.”
“Do it now. Then gather any rope or cord you have and bring
it back here. Even a telephone line will suffice.”
The patter of her shoes as she ran out the door indicated
she followed his directions and that he had about five minutes before the
police arrived.
Bale tightened his grip and soaked in the man’s
adrenaline-laced terror like a junkie getting his fix. Screams drowned out the
sound of bones turning to dust as he pulverized the wrist. The man better pray
he was ambidextrous.
“You will never pick up a weapon to cause harm again. You
will never touch another in anger. One step out of line and I will be there to
strike you down. Do you understand or shall I continue the lesson with the left
wrist?” he taunted.
A lot of nodding and agonized whimpers was the response.
“Alarm is on,” said the girl as she ran back into the
office, carrying an armful of extension cords and spools of metal wire.
“Tie them up, little one.” He dropped the thief on the floor
next to his partner.
“Tie them up?” she repeated in shock.
“I cannot be here when the police arrive, and I will not
leave you alone with them if they are still mobile. Tie them up. Secure the
restraints as you see fit. May I suggest you show them the same courtesy they
bestowed upon you?”
“Oh, no.” She tried to push the ties into his arms. “It not
proper.”
“Tell them I did it.”
A light entered her eyes as the possibility of partaking of
the forbidden chased her fear away. “Yes?”
“Yes.”
She dropped her supplies onto the floor except for a length
of extension cord. She began with Tinh’s feet and wrapped the cord around his
ankles several times, securing the ends into a knot. The fine metal jeweler’s
wire she used to wrap around his wrists. When she pulled on his arm to position
them in to place, he cried out in pain. She hissed in sympathy then her eyes
narrowed and a shy smile emerged as she bound his hands with an extra vicious
twist for good measure.
Bale left her to finish her task as she started on the
second assailant and he sensed her satisfaction in having a tiny outlet to express
her displeasure. By the time he reached the rooftop of the building across from
the store, blue and red lights flashed as the police roared up the street and
skidded to a stop.
Two more lives saved. Who was next?
Chapter Four
What the hell happened?
Ari rolled out of bed and held on to her head as she
staggered into the plush bathroom. If she hadn’t seen the bartender pour her
drink, she would have thought she had been slipped a mickey. She was
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