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.