Wings of Destruction
Chapter 4
a Calculated Diversion

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"Mandy, table three's still waiting for their refreshments!"

"Mandy, there are customer's waiting to be seated!"

"Mandy, you counted out too much change!"

Mandy was about to quit her day job of a waitress at the local diner. Day-by-day she's had her co-workers yelling over at her, her boss riding her—literally—and even customers cheating her out. She's kept telling herself that she's going to quit the next day, but she never has; she hasn't even had the time to look for another job.

She closed her eyes as she began to feel her body tensing up with anger. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was pulled back into an icy blue scrunchie to match her dazzling, icy blue eyes. She hated the customers the most out of her job; they would look at her like she's their prey; looking eighteen by the face was bad enough, but having the slender, perfectly-in-fit body of a super model with the breasts to back it up pushed her farther away from her actual age.

"Mandy," Her bosses called out. Mandy spun around and stared at him, her expression blank of any thought. "You're stressing out."

"Sir?" Mandy blinked. Her boss was young, but not young enough—though she shouldn't speak. He had short brown hair, adorable blue eyes that he so loved to use against her, and a daring smile.

"At noon, come back to my house for lunch; unless, of course, you want to stay here—at the diner—and work more." He came up towards her and leant against the counter as he crossed his arms.

Mandy looked away from his face and went into thought. She wanted to say 'no', but her wallet was telling her yes. Actually, if her last boyfriend hadn't used all of her savings, she wouldn't even have to kill herself in this stupid diner job, but he had and he denied ever even being with her.

"Come on, I'll raise the price this time," he tilted his head and grinned. Mandy closed her eyes, feeling horrible for agreeing to his offer.

She nodded and took a heavy sigh before replying, "Yes," very softly.

"Do you need a lift?" He smiled, knowing she would; she's been needing lifts since last month.

She nodded again and looked up at him. "My car isn't yet in the shop; I—I don't have the money to have it fixed."

Her boss looked away in thought and bit his lower lip. "It's just the transmission, right?" He turned to her with wonder. She had her head lowered and nodded slightly her reply.

"It'll cost about seven hundred."

"And six hundred for a new air conditioner." He bit his lower lip again. "I'll tell you what, stay with me for the rest of the week, and I'll fix everything with your car—I'll pay for it all." Mandy looked up at him. "Deal?"

She was speechless; plain and simple. She didn't know what to say. She's been used as her boss's whore since last month—when she started working here—and if she hadn't taken his offers, yes she would be a better person, but she would be walking to work everyday, digging in the garbage for food, and sleeping on the floor. He gave her the money to get furniture, food, clothing, and he's given her lifts constantly; and above all, she'd gotten a job through him. If the authorities had found out he had hired her at the age of fourteen only because she had looked eighteen and very hot for a child, he would be in jail and she would be without a job; he, on the other hand, had to be mid thirties.

She looked up at him, still contemplating on what to say, when he leaned over and kissed her. Well that told him what her answer was; Mandy returned the kiss and felt her body arousing. When he pulled away from her, she felt violated.

Grinning, he told her, "Work over time, I'll pay you more for it, close the diner with me, then we'll head out together," then he turned and left the kitchen.

Mandy sighed and lulled her head backwards, groaning outwardly about her failed attempts to push him off. She couldn't, she finally admitted to herself; she couldn't just tell him 'no' and walk away.

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"Mandy Simmons?" The secretary called out. Mandy stood up from her perch on the waiting chairs and stepped up to the counter. "Who were you here to see?"

"Doctor Masons," She replied kindly.

"Alright, I have you here for…" the voice trailed off as the secretary made a weird 'sighing' noise. "You haven't been here in two years," She turned to Mandy. "Are you here for another checkup?"

"Yes, and I have some questions to ask him." It's true; her body was responding differently to things and she didn't know why.

"Okay, are you here alone?" Mandy looked back out to the windows and gazed into the driver's side of her car, where Michael—her boss—was sitting. She turned back to the secretary.

"Yeah."

"Alright, sign this here and Doctor Masons would see you as soon as you're finished." The secretary smiled and handed over a form.

As Mandy filled out the information where she stood, she started feeling as if she were about to throw up. Perhaps she was nervous about having Michael watching her so much? Maybe because now she was considered with him? She didn't like the thought of that, but she couldn't help it. After the week finished up last month, he insisted that she'd move in with him and she couldn't deny how much she wanted too—he asked her in the middle of an orgasm. She knew if she pulled her words back, he would pull his money back; he was just that kind of guy. She also knew that he was eventually going to propose to her, and despite the amount of money he lavishly handed her, she didn't want to marry a thirty-year-old at the age of fourteen; that was like marrying her father, a task that had also come close to happening when she was twelve.

"I'm finished," Mandy stated softly and handed the forms over to the secretary. The woman glanced at the papers then smiled up at Mandy.

"Come on in through those purple doors to your right."

Mandy nodded and headed over to the doors. It took her a long time to talk Michael into letting her go to a doctor and she had to go down on him to get him to agree.

He asked me to move in while I had an orgasm, so I did the same back—what's fair is fair. Mandy smirked when she remembered the night before. He didn't like her decision of going to see a doctor, but she knew how to turn words around with the use of her tongue; after all, her father may have been a child molester, but he did teach her some things.

"Hello Mandy," Doctor Masons smiled. His green eyes glittered in the fading light above him and his pony-tail blonde hair shined in glory. He still had a tiny bandied covering the pierced ring hole in his right ear that was there just two years ago, hiding the type of person he was outside of work. Mandy smiled in response and entered the room he directed her towards. "So, what can I do for you?"

Mandy pushed herself up to sit on the bed and sighed. Masons shut the door to the room and stepped up to his seat at the counter. He began scanning through her files.

"I believe… the last time you were here, you were pregnant?" He turned to her and she nodded.

"I think I'm pregnant again," she pouted. Masons pressed his left elbow on the counter and sighed. He pulled in the side of his cheek and slowly shook his head. Mandy slowly nodded and lowered her head, her eyes feeling like they were about to swell up.

"I've been feeling weird," She stated softly.

"How so?" He stepped up to her and took his utensils to inspect her face.

"I haven't had my period yet and I'm past due for it. I've been hungrier lately, which is weird considering how little I ever ate to begin with. And I feel nauseous in the mornings." Masons sat back down on his chair after he inspected her eyes, ears, mouth, and nostrils. "I had to almost beg Michael to take me to here; he thinks it's all in my head."

"Is this your boyfriend, Michael?" Mandy looked away and felt her face going red. She swallowed hard against the truth and shut her eyes.

Why not tell him? The thought emerged into her mind. He knows all about your past.

"My boss had treated me as a whore and talked me into moving in with him." Mandy sighed and faced her doctor. "I needed the money so I agreed."

"This Michael, is your boss, still?" She nodded and he looked down in thought. Mandy shut her eyes, feeling uneasy. She still wanted to throw up, but it wasn't that forceful just yet. Masons' eyes quirked inwards as a thought occurred to him.

"Mandy, you're fourteen," she nodded. "How old is he?"

"Early to mid thirties," She bit her tongue.

"You don't know is exact age?" Mandy looked away, unable to bear witness to the truth of not knowing a thing about him. "How about his full name, where he comes from, anything about him?"

She shook her head and Masons sighed annoyingly and turned back to her file. He groaned loudly to let her hear his disappointment. After all, he was more than just a doctor to her; since she was twelve, he helped her pay for her medical bills if she just kept herself in check and went to him as a daughter to a father. He pulled it out of his own paycheck to afford her abortion two years ago.

"Look," Masons turned around and faced her. "I don't even know what happened to you these past two years," his voice was loud. Mandy lowered her head as a tear fell from her left eye.

"But I'll pay for your abortion bills again if you promise to do something for me."

"Learn to say 'no'?" Mandy sniffled and looked up at him. Masons shook his head and reached over for a Kleenix. "No nothing like that." He handed her the sheet and stood up. He turned his back to her and faced the window that looked out over the cliff and mountain side to the suburbs below.

"Mandy, you're in the California Region of the Earth's Sphere Unified Nations."

"Yeah, so?" Mandy looked up at him after she blew her nose.

"A nation that is entering a time of war, one far greater than we ever had written in documentation… a revolution, pretty much." He heard a sniffle as his response. "I would pay for all of your medical bills if you promise to do something in return for me," he turned around to face her, his look serious.

"How many bills would I be having? I thought abortion was only a single, expensive bill." She blinked up in thought. Masons cleared his throat, looked away, and nodded.

"Not just abortion." He stepped up to her file and closed the folder. "I will erase all known evidence of you so you wouldn't get caught," he paused as he picked up the folder and turned to her.

"But I—" She blinked; remove the fact that I'm even alive?!

"You would have your abortion, your tubes will be tied, and you will be injected with a chemical that would prevent any form of infection to take over your body."

Mandy blinked. "What are you saying?"

"If you agree to all that and let that happen, all you will have to do for me in return is a simple task that requires your devotion." He turned away to think before adding in, "And it would help get you away from this Michael, who only is asking for sex from you and paying you for it, as his personal , on-call, whore."

"What would I have to do?" She knew she wouldn't like it, but it meant getting away from the direction of life she was headed for.

"War is getting closer, and as I stated, it's not going to be pretty. We need somebody who could help get the enemies attention diverted so an attack could be made. We need somebody who would be there to help their comrades relieve the heavy stress that will be carried on their shoulders. We need somebody willing to get captured to get closer to the enemy leader, without pulling anything more than a normal, gender plan."

"You mean you want me to fuck everyone, right?" She felt the blood in her body boil in rage. She narrowed her eyes; she may have trouble saying 'no', but she knew when things were thrown at her that hinted at death. Mandy turned her head away, ready to tell him off once and for all, how Michael was right on not wanting to come here and how she was not a slut as her father had tried to raise her into.

"When the war is over—and I know we will win—you will have three-point-five million dollars in an account with your name written on it, a documentation with your history in it so you have a profile, and a new life waiting ahead for you." Mandy's body froze in ultimate shock when she heard him state that. She slowly turned her head towards him, unable to believe he said all that was possible.

"How—how is that possible?" She blinked, still in a dazed shock.

"Oh it is," Masons replied with a straight stare into her face. "Wire-transfer it from Synodd themselves. You will have four other comrades; they, as well, would get the same amount for their tribute to the nation's safety. We would provide you with all the essentials needed; if your Gundam should fail we would pay for the repairs."

"Gundam!" Mandy leaped off the bed. "I'm not piloting a Gundam!"

Masons turned to her, "And why not?"

"They were the enemy! Why would I want to become one of them?" She was shouting her replies and he was remaining calm. He stared at her and after a few moments, found she needed to hear the truth.

"Oz turned the media against the Gundams." He didn't blink once.

"What?" She asked in amazement. "Oz was trying to save us."

"The Gundams were fighting for the people of all kinds; they turned the operations around and fought to keep the people alive; it was their enemies—who you thought were allies—that were trying to eliminate Earth."

Mandy looked down. "See what has happened to you? You have become too dependent on what others are saying to think for yourself. Take this offer, you won't get pregnant, you won't get diseases, you will be rich by the time the war is over and will never have any need for another job again."

Mandy looked up at Masons. "Retire at fourteen?" Masons nodded. "But what if I die?"

"That's a chance to take."

"What if I get Aids?"

"You won't. The offices don't appreciate my invention because it puts them out of a job, but it's the best thing to hit the human medical departments since the birth of surgery." Masons put his hands on her shoulder and looked into her face. "Take this offer, Mandy, and you won't have to worry about your father, Michael, or anyone else ever again."

She swallowed hard, not knowing if she really should accept the offer, but seeing that she would either wind up rich—or dead—or pregnant once a year and have a family of forty with Michael by the time she's twenty, she didn't really see much of a choice.

Mandy nodded and felt her heart skipping beats. What now? Surgery of her tubes tied? Some chemical that would make her immune to anything but instant death? Becoming a rich and powerful slut? She looked up at Masons with a pout.

"You may feel like a slut for the next couple of years, but it would be better than feeling like a whore; at least, this time, it'll pay far better than a couple grand a month."

"Alright," Mandy whispered and lowered her head.

"When are your off days?"

Mandy looked up at Masons with a grin. "Write me a note and I'll tell him that I can't go to work."

"Will he stay home with you?" He turned away and went to the counter to pull a piece of prescription paper off the pad and began to write.

Mandy shook her head. "No, he's the boss so he has to go there every day, even if he was sick."

"Okay," Masons nodded as he finished the 'prescription'. "Tell him I want you to stay in bed all tomorrow—a light case of the flue had pulled you down and after a full day's rest, you should be capable of returning to work—"

"Or giving him head and my lower half," Mandy stated sarcastically and rolled her eyes. Masons turned around to hand her the note with a hated expression in his face.

"I hate him already; you're only fourteen and he's making you do things you shouldn't." Mason's paused as realization sunk in. "You don't go to school, do you?"

"No," she replied softly as she lowered her head. "He told me to stop going and I had no choice. He fired three people at work to keep me there longer. He also uses me a lot more to keep me wanting to stay at home, waiting for him."

Masons' grunted. "He's trying to put the Stockholm syndrome on you."

Mandy sighed. "I'll accept the offer, but what do I do?"

Masons nodded at the note. "Give that to him, tell him what I said, and pack what you need to bring—nothing useless. Then head to the station and get on the bus going to Brandy."

"But I… I can steal money from his account." Mandy smirked.

"No," Masons replied harshly before removing his wallet. He took out a few twenties then put his wallet away. "Here, take this. Use this to buy yourself a bus ticket."

"You don't think I should leave a note?" He shook his head.

"I'll erase all of your information tonight alongside of mine. If he goes to the police, they won't have record of you to work with." He saw a smirk tugging at Mandy's lips. "When you get to Brandy, proceed to the A-A Hangar in the middle of the city. The building is empty, but go through it to go through the back door. It'll put you into an alley that has absolutely no way out. There will be another door there with a staircase leading down; that will take you into the hangar where you will be staying for a few weeks as you train." Mandy looked down at the note. "You got all that?"

She nodded. "Yeah… I do."

"Good," he grinned. "Good luck, tomorrow."