Warning: Rated for language, violence and adult behavior.

The main characters of this story are based on characters from the cartoon 'Code Lyoko.' I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.

This story also uses characters from the graphic novel 'Sin City' by Frank Miller. I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.

This story also uses characters from the movie 'Wasabi', directed by Luc Besson. I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.

References to 'The Goon' in this story do not refer to the character of 'The Goon' by Eric Powell.


Yumi was nervous. The level of activity had risen on the freighter over the last couple of hours. When she heard the telltale sound of the anchors being dropped, she knew they had arrived. Damnation would begin very soon now.

The doors opened and the guards came in once again, evil leers on their faces.

"I'm going to be passing something out to you bitches, and you better do what we tell you with them! If you don't do it, we'll do it for you! Please make us do it for you, please?" They all laughed.

Each of the girls was given something. When Yumi got hers, she took a long look at it. It looked like some kind of thong bikini bottom, but there was some kind of plastic protrusion in the crotch. I couldn't be underwear, it was too uncomfortable looking.

"Now, strip off your clothes and put those on! That's right girls, you put them on," the guard said, " and yes, it goes on the inside. And here's what it does."

He held up another remote control and pressed the button on it. Suddenly, the thing in Yumi's hands buzzed. She shrieked and dropped the thing, to the laughter of everyone else in the room, girls included.

"Pick it up and put it on, mama-san," the guard said, "it won't hurt. Who knows, by the time the night's over, you just might come to like it."

The men laughed again at the word play.

Yumi put the thing on, the other girls following suit. She knew if she didn't, the guards would just force her, degrading her more in the process. It was uncomfortable, like she thought it would be, but she would just have to endure. By the end of the night, it would probably be the least of her worries.

The head guard seemed a little disappointed by the girls compliance, but said, "okay, everybody file out! The guests are arriving and you'll be serving drinks and hors d'oeuvres to them, at least until the door prizes are awarded! Move it!"

As Yumi passed by, the man pressed the button on the remote, causing her to jump. She wasn't hurt by it, but it was definitely a surprise.

"Shake your ass and move it, mama-san!" he said, laughing, "the guests are a waitin'!"


Does anybody know where we are going? And is there any kind of recognition signal?" Hubert asked no one in particular.

"Here," Jeremie said, "the captain printed it out and had it on his desk."

On the paper was the heading and location of the meet, along with the recognition protocol. So far, so good.

"Everybody's tied up below," Gail said, "I still don't know what we're going to do with them once we're finished."

"Winslow and the other 'guests' are just as guilty as the slavers are," Marv said, "I don't see any reason why we have to leave them out of what's comin'."

"What you are saying is we murder innocent people," Hubert said. He, the XANA-fied Momo, Odd and Jeremie had changed into evening wear. Hubert would be impersonating Bart Winslow, Momo would play his manservant, and the boys would play his sons, out with their father for a 'special' treat.

"To my mind, they are just as guilty as whoever took those kids," Marv said, "if it weren't for scum like them, the slavers wouldn't be doing this. Somethin' else, maybe, but not this."

"Marv, I agree with Hubert," Jeremie said, "what ever happened to 'innocent until proven guilty?'"

"What about 'you shall know them by their fruit'," Marv said, exasperated, "alright, I won't do anything rash, for now. But these bastards are going to pay, I'll guarantee that."


Aelita pulled at the collar around her neck. It wasn't too tight, but it did chafe her.

The boss came in earlier and told the girl how the evening would unfold. First, the guests would mingle, being served by the older girls. After a while, they would sit down to dinner and entertainment. Oh, no need to worry, he said, the entertainment would be broadcast in from Bangkok. After the main course, and before dessert, they would give out the door prizes, the older girls. The pig went into great detail how the winner would determine which lucky girl he would be going home with. And then came the auction. They would sell the little ones first, except for Aelita's friends. Then, at last, the climax of the event, her sale. He told the girl that some of the pictures they had taken earlier had been blown up and posted all around the dining room. He said he had outdone himself this time around, that the evening was going to be a glorious success, and it was all due to Aelita and her alluring beauty.

Aelita tried as hard as she could not to vomit in the man's face. He was going on and on about how perfect everything was, not caring a whit about the suffering he was about to inflict.

As he left, Aelita slumped to the cot. Her end was about here, and she couldn't face it.

Oh God, whoever You are, wherever You're at, spare us this.

Aelita had never prayed before, the concept of a Supreme Being was a new one to her. There were so many to choose from, some not even worshiped any more. But she was standing before the abyss, with no hope of rescue. So she prayed that Someone out there would intercede and rescue them all, even if that rescue meant their deaths.

As she slumped there, hope all but gone, the darkness and silence lifted, for just a moment, as something she couldn't see joined her in her prison. It felt like arms wrapped around her, holding her close. She could almost see a smile, a face, with a twinkle in its eyes. She almost heard a voice say, watch this.

Aelita then heard the sound of distant gunfire.


The Electra pulled up along side of the Roarke. The crew tossed the mooring lines over, and they were secured.

Hubert had them come in last, to make sure all of the other guests had arrived. If they were going to do this thing, they were going to get everybody at the same time.

Hubert, Momo, Odd and Jeremie crossed over onto the freighter. There, Hubert showed a man his invitation, and more importantly, the briefcase of cash Winslow brought with him. The man smiled, wished Hubert and company a good time, and they entered the party.

The greeter died two minutes later when Ulrich crept up on him and ran him through with the katana that Miho gave him. In the meantime, she was busy taking out the perimeter guards with well placed arrows. Ulrich crept forward and checked ahead for company. Seeing that the coast was clear, he waived the rest forward. Marv, Gail and some other girls from Old Town moved in.

"Alright, Ulrich, you stay here with Miho. When she finishes up, you two will sweep up any stragglers. No one raises an alarm or this is going to hell before it even starts. Gail, you take the girls and go find the kids. Get them back to the Electra. Once they're safe, go help 'the Winslows.'"

"And what'll you do, Marv," Gail asked.

"I'm gonna have a word with the captain."


"Jeremie, quit staring!" Odd told his 'brother'.

"I can't help it, they're all over the place!" was the reply from the genius.

What had caught Jeremie's eye was the huge picture of Aelita placed on the wall before them. The picture literally covered the wall from floor to ceiling, and for a length of ten feet. It was printed on some kind of translucent paper, and was backlit. The face that had captured Jeremie's heart so long ago and the body that had recently fired his imagination now lay there before him, larger than life, beckoning to the world.

"Jeremie, if you don't pull it together, we're gonna get caught!" Odd told his friend.

"Somehow, I don't think so," Hubert said.

It seemed Jeremie wasn't the only one entranced by the pink haired siren. Other men and woman stood before the picture and dreamed. Some were even playing with themselves as they fantasized, not caring who saw.

Yumi, in the meantime, was making the rounds of the room, carrying a tray of cheese and crackers. it was the seventh tray she carried so far, and it wasn't too terribly bad. The collar she wore chafed her neck. Her feet hurt and she was getting tired of getting pinched in the butt. It didn't help that the tips she got were taken immediately by the maitre d' when she came back.

Remember, Yumi, she thought to herself, if you get out of this alive, never become a waitress.

The thong was rubbing her the wrong way too. Every now and then it would buzz, and she would jump to the snickers of the guests around her. She was getting tired of being humiliated in that way, and she was growing afraid, because the sensations the thong was causing were affecting her in a way she never expected. She was actually starting to enjoy the sensations the vibrations made in her. She looked around at the other girls and say they were having similar problems. One had collapsed and was having what looked like a grand mal seizure, but Yumi realized she wasn't. She looked around and saw that the head guard was standing over at a table and pressing down on a button on a remote, presumably the one controlling the writhing girl's thong. The girl was now screaming out as she thrashed about, the gathered crowd laughing as they enjoyed the show.

She made he way through the crowd, swaying her hips to avoid getting pinched, trying not to become the next floor show. Suddenly, she noticed something. Standing over by that obscene picture of Aelita was two boys. One of them was small, had blond hair and glasses. He was staring open mouthed at the picture, pig that he was. Next to him was another boy, also blond, a little taller than the first. He was talking insistently to the smaller boy, no doubt telling him what he was going to do to her when they won the girl.

Then reality turned ninety degrees, and she recognized them.

Jeremie? Odd?

Moving slowly, so as not to raise suspicions, she walked towards the boys. Her mind raced, it can't be them! How could they have found us? Then, oh God, oh God, let it be them, please! I'll be a good little girl, a proper daughter to my parents, pleasepleaseplease, let it be them!

When she was about six feet away from them, she was stopped by another guest, who took a handful of crackers along with a handful of her ass. She squealed loudly as he pinched, smiling as he did. She almost hauled off and belted him, shock collar or no. But the urge passed when she saw both boys staring straight at her, wide eyed and open mouthed.

"Yumi!" Jeremie cried out.

"You're naked!" cried Odd.

That's when World War III broke out.