Jane was brought into a room, where she was told to wait until Mr. Ligori was ready for her company. Jane waited. She went over her plan in her head, and tried not to think about John.
Finally after ten minutes of just sitting there, staring at the wall, Jane was told to go to Mr. Ligori's room. As she walked into the room, she found herself awed by it's beauty. The whole place just reeked of money. And Jane was no stranger to money. With this job, she had plenty of money, but this place was overwhelming.
There was gold everything. It was like the third Austin Powers movie. She looked around, and played the dumb tramp part up, while Mr. Ligori and a couple of henchmen watched her enter.
"This place is nice," Jane said in Russian.
"I'm glad you like it," Ligori said in English.
"So, where do I begin?" Jane said seductively.
"Well, if you would hold on for a moment, my boys need to leave." The henchmen left, but not after staring at Jane for a moment later. She knew she looked good. As they left, Jane took off her coat and smiled over at Ligori. He just about melted, and Jane smiled even wider.
Sauntering over to him, Jane let her butt sway a little more than usual. It felt good to be looked at like she was the only woman on earth. God knows, John never looked at her like that. Well, he did once.
Jane slipped onto the couch, where Mr. Ligori was sitting. She slipped one of her legs over his, and let her skirt rid up a bit. He was basically salivating. Then he pounced, and had Jane pinned down.
"I want to ravage you," Ligori said, and it took all Jane had not to blow chunks all over the gorgeous couch.
Jane flipped him over, and stated, "Why don't you let me heat things up first?" He nodded like an excited puppy and began to pant like one too. Jane smiled in the inside, and she reached behind her back to get out her gun. This asshole was going down.
And then out of nowhere, Jane heard a door crash open. Ligori was up in a flash, cussing rapidly in Russian, and as hard as a flagpole. Jane had to hold in giggles, but her professional side swooped in like a hawk, she would keep her cover no matter what. She needed to kill this man, not only because she could, but also because he deserved to die.
John walked into the dank house, trying to sidestep all of the dirtiness, and watch out for intruders lurking about too. It was a hard thing to have to keep up with. John hated mess, that's why he loved how clean his house was. Jane did such a good job, and he hardly ever thanked her enough for everything she did. Jesus, great John, now you're thinking about Jane. A fucking voice popped up out of nowhere. This is not good, you need to be alert.
John heard another scream, this time definitely coming from beneath his feet. He needed to find the basement. After searching the whole, small, cramped house, John found the basement door, which was padlocked. Great security. John laughed out loud a little, and then turned around, expecting someone to be there. He was on an edge, and ready to take the plunge into the dark abyss of fucking up.
He shot the padlock off, and opened the door. John almost choked on the smell; it smelled like sweat, burning human flesh, and sex. It was the worst mix of smells one could imagine. No wonder someone was screaming. John took a quick peak, and saw that there was light. He walked down the stairs without a sound. Then the room under the house opened up into a prison like place. There were no separate cells, but each of three girls were chained to their bed, only allowed to sit up.
One of the girls screamed when she saw John and the gun.
"It's okay!" John said in a little more than a whisper. "My name is John Smith, and I was hired to kill Guinish, the man that captured you. I'm here to get you back home."
All of the girls look at him. One looked to be about fifteen, and the other two about twelve. "First, are you all okay physically? Can you walk?"
The two twelve year-old nodded, but the fifteen year-old just stared at him.
"I'm going to get you out of those chains, and then we'll get you all out of the house and to the hospital, so you can be examined. Has he done anything, um, anything to you?"
"What do you think?" The fifteen year-old said.
John nodded his head, slapping himself for being so careless; of course they would be ornery. "Okay, well, why don't you tell me your names."
"I'm Kelly," said the blonde twelve year-old.
"Heather," the black haired, shallow faced twelve year-old girl said.
"And you?" John asked the pretty, brunette fifteen year-old.
"I'm Jane."