Disclaimer in Part 1 Notes: Now here comes the real storytelling Part 2 Major Dan Dastun was having a good day for once. No megadeuces destroying the city, no major crimes, nothing. The person who walked in his door promised to change all of that. Many people knew that the top negotiator of Paradiam city had taken a new woman into his home. It was the way they made their money, or kept their lives. However, only a few knew who she really was. "Hello, Dorothy." Dastun gestured to the chair in front of his desk. He walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup. "You want some?" R. Dorothy Waynewrite shook her head as she settled onto the chair. As she moved, Dastun could hear the soft whirl of machinery. Sitting at his desk again, Dastun sipped his coffee. "What can I do for you, Ms. Waynewrite?" A pause. "Though I don't know why you aren't asking Roger." The dark eyes that focused on him showed no emotion. At his words about asking Roger, something flickered in the black depths. With a blink, whatever he thought he saw was gone. "I cannot ask Roger this, Major Dastun. No matter how talented Roger believes he is, he does not have the facilities to solve his own abduction." She deftly dodged a stream of coffee that flew across the room. Sputtering and chokeing, Dastun pounded his chest a few times. "A..a..abducted?!" The redhead android nodded. "Earlier today, Roger and I were returning to the car after a successful negotiation when two men came up. One hit Roger with a dart, while the other used a stungun on me. I regained awarness only an hour ago. My first stop was home, to inform Norman what had happen. This was my second." Even as she spoke, Dorothy watched as the man she had turned to for help grabbed his coat. As he walked towards the door, the major looked at his guest. "Well, come on." Dorothy rose to her feet and followed him. *** It took half an hour to get to where Roger had been taken. The skies had opened, and this section of town was unprotected by a dome. Dastun cursed when he saw the condition of the scene. Most of the evidence was being washed away. "Damn, we'll never be able to track him in this stuff." "You won't need to." Even as the military police officer twisted to see who spoke, he felt a sharp prick of a needle in his shoulder. As Dastun began to fade into darkness, he saw Dorothy thrash as electricity was used to knock her out once again. Then there was nothing. *** It was dark. So dark that he couldn't see anything. A soft breeze trailed icy fingers along his bare skin. He shivered as he realized he was only dressed in dress slacks. Smooth plastic ties bound his arms at the elbow and wrist, pulling them back far enough to cause his shoulders to burn from the strain. Nearby, water dripped. The sound triggered a memory. /There was red everywhere. It splattered the walls, and a puddle of it had formed. Scarlet drops hit the pool, causing it to spread a little more. A woman's dead eyes stared into his own, red spiderwebbing across the whites. A crimson grin gaped at him mananically from her torn neck. Another drop of blood dripped off her fingers to the pool below./ Black eyes snapped back to awarness as the memory fragment ended. Gasping for air, he scooted as far back as he could get. The memories were getting worse. This time he could smell the coppery scent of blood filling the air. A sudden noise drew his attention. Light seeped though a crack, and the outline of a door appeared. Roger Smith winced and blinked back tears as a light was flipped on. Blinded by the sudden brightness, he could only see blurs as the door opened and two forms were tossed in. The light was left on as the door closed. As his vision adjusted and cleared, Roger sighed. On the floor laid Dastun and Dorothy. "Well this is just great." TBC... I hope everyone likes this section. More should be coming soon.
