Chapter 22

Mok's private jet landed at Miami's International Airport, one of the few American airfields that survived the Nuclear Apocalypse.

The jet had stopped on a strip of tarmac and a stairway was pulled up to the door.

During the flight down to Miami, Mok had explained to his employees of what he suspects, including Angel being trapped at the Black Widow.

"Shit, pardon my French, but I really want to grind that bitch's ass to the asphalt," Cindy said, once Mok had finished telling.

"Just don't tell anyone of what I've told you, especially to Ms. Legrand," Mok ordered them and they nodded.

It was getting close to dusk as the sun was descending on the horizon and the sky was painted with gold and red.

Once Mok stepped onto the stairway, at least a dozen news station vans came flying towards the jet.

"Hey! Those guys are trespassing!" a security guard shouted, pointing to the vans and he called for reinforcements on his walkie-talkie.

Then dozens of airport security cars began to chase after the news vans.

"I don't have time for this, Toad, you drive," Mok ordered, pointing to the limo.

Toad confronted the driver of the limo, "Take the night off pal, my boss is letting me drive. Or better yet, take my brothers and sister to the Black Widow Casino Hotel," he said to the driver, whose face turned white.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Toad asked and the driver moved aside.

"I'll call for an airport cab," the driver said and went off

Then, a police car came up to the limo and someone stepped out of the passenger's side, "Mok Swagger?" a tall, rat humanoid with dark-tanned skin asked and Mok walks up to him.

"I'm Commissioner Holton, my partner and I will escort you to safety," Holton said and got back into the car.

Mok got into the limo and Toad followed the commissioner's vehicle. "Hang on boss, I just hope we're not dealing with crazy drivers," Toad said to his employer.

"Just don't kill us," Mok ordered and prayed that his chauffeur would not hit anybody.

Luckily, the news vans were scurried away by airport security and did not notice the limo heading out of the tarmac and out on the streets.

Toad stayed close behind the commissioner's car and turned into an alley behind a section of buildings.

The police vehicle stopped and so did the limo and Holton got out the car and walked up to the limo.

Mok walked up to him and Holton looks at him. "Dang, you're really Mok! At first, I thought you were some look-a-like," he said.

"I'm afraid I don't have time to talk, did you bring the camera and the tape-recorder?" the rock star asked.

The commissioner took out from his pocket a small device that had a speaker on it and some buttons. "Do you know how to use it?" Holton asked and Mok nodded.

Holton then pulled out a small digital camera. "Great thing about these devices is that they fit in your pocket or where ever," Holton said and handed the two devices to Toad.

"Just remember that all you need is some photos of the call-girls you come into contact with and maybe, if you are lucky, you can get whatever bruises or some sort abuse they have on their bodies.

"The only problem you might have to face is getting a confession from Ms. Legrand," Holton explained.

"I'll think of something," Mok replied and adds, "Thank you. I'll have one of my employees deliver these back to you some time tonight."

"Good luck," Holton said and asks, "Do you need an escort to the hotel?"

"No, it would raise Ms. Legrand's suspicions," Mok replied and got back into the limo.

The limo drove away from the alley and into the busy street, again. The sun had set, but its rays were still visible on the horizon, painting the sky gold.

'Nicholai is right,' Mok's thoughts said to him, 'I should never take these people's freedom and a life is meant to see the beauty of this world.'

"Boss, there it is," Toad said to him and Mok looked out the window.

A tall building, at least 30 stories high, towered high above the other buildings as if it were a castle. Spotlights were playing on the hotel and a neon sign featured red letters 'Black Widow'.

"Remember what I told you, don't speak a word to anyone about the mission, and not even Ms. Legrand," Mok commanded and Toad pulled into the strip of pavement that led into the hotel's entrance.

Mok was surprised to see hundreds of people, mainly media personnel being pushed back by security.

Toad opened the door and Mok stepped into the noise and flashing of cameras and shouts of news people and the squealing of fans.

A red carpet led to the front glass door, but an ugly, stout woman with wrinkles on her face held out her hands, as if to embrace the rock star.

"Mok! Welcome to the Black Widow Casino Hotel! I'm Rhonda Legrand!" she exclaimed and she escorted him and Toad inside.

The casino was full of men, young and old. They clamored at the slot machines and the blackjack, poker, and roulette tables. Mok noticed a long line of men at a counter and Rhonda seemed to notice his curiosity.

She led him to the front of the counter, which caused the others to mutter under their breaths.

"I have a special secret that helps men relive themselves," Rhonda said to him and took a booklet from the man in charge of the counter.

What Mok saw in the booklet were photos of women and young girls, dressed in skimpy outfits, and he could tell that they were forced to smile. 'So the rumors were true', Mok's thoughts said.

He turned and looked at every page, till he found the one face that made his heart froze, Angel.

"You like that one?" Rhonda asked, but rage boiled inside Mok.

'You make it sound like she's an object, you bitch!' his mind shouted, although he wished he could say it out loud, but he couldn't.

"Yes, I would like her. When will I expect here to come?" he asked, hiding his bitterness.

"Immediately, if you wish," Rhonda replied and adds, "By the way, I sent your employees to the presidential suite. Andro will show you to your room."

"Thank you," Mok said and saw the muscular man, whom he believed is Andro.

He led them to an elevator, where it took them to the 15th floor and Andro showed to a set of double doors. "Enjoy your stay," Andro said and opened them.

The room was very large with beige painted walls, complete with a queen size bed and a grand view of the ocean.

Mok stepped out onto the balcony and stared up at the sky, "I made it Emmy. I'm going to get Angel and the other girls out of here," he said to himself.