Monsters
By
Karen Singer
Chapter 17 – Some Monsters Have All the Fun
“So what now?” Carol asked as they
walked back into Brandy’s hotel suite.
“Why are you asking me?”
“I don’t know. You’re the one who’s better at all the interrogation
stuff.”
“I am?”
“Haven’t you noticed?”
“No.”
“Well, you are. So what now?”
Brandy sighed. “I don’t know. Trying to ask questions anymore isn’t getting
us any answers. I think it’s time we
changed tactics.”
“Go after them?”
“Yeah. For sure.”
“It’s about time. But how do we find them?”
“That’s the problem,” Brandy
admitted.
“We know that they seem to be
targeting Lozano’s men more than anyone else.”
Brandy nodded. “Yes.
So maybe you’re right, we need to start there. Can your people come up with a list of places
where Lozano does business? Maybe where
his men have been shot before?”
“Why not just ask Lozano himself?”
Brandy considered that. “Yeah.
Let me call Morrow and see if Lozano will call me back with anything.”
While Brandy got busy with her
phone, Carol stripped out of her riding suit.
Knowing Brandy’s eyes were on her the entire time, she stripped totally
naked. Then, just for fun, while Brandy
was talking to Morrow, she slipped the dress on as well – with no underwear
underneath. As Brandy hung up the phone,
Carol pulled one of the blond wigs on her head as well. She sat on the side of the bed while Brandy did
nothing but watch her. “Now,” Carol said
to her. “You think you can have your way
with me? What if I have other ideas?”
Brandy grabbed her red mask and
pulled it back on her face. “I don’t
care what other ideas you may have. Try
and stop me!” With that she moved in. Carol laughingly screamed as Brandy pushed
her all the way up onto the bed and laid her body on top of her. “By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be
good for anything except being one of Beastman’s little whores!”
Carol laughed again as Brandy dug
her hand up under the skirt of her dress and started playing with her.
Fifteen minutes later, Carol’s
dress was pushed up above her waist and Brandy’s riding suit was totally
unzipped, although she was still in it while she laid on top of Carol and
kissed her deeply. Their lovemaking was
interrupted by the room phone ringing.
“Shit!” Carol exclaimed.
“Stay right there! Don’t move!” Brandy ordered as she reached
over and grabbed the phone. “Hello?” She listened for a moment. “Yes.
That’s me.” She looked at Carol
and mouthed, Lozano. She spoke into the
phone. “We’re looking for places where
your people have been killed. Where do
they seem to be targeting you the most?”
She listened again before she spoke.
“I get it. Just know, we’ll be
around…where we can!” She hung up. “He won’t tell us anything about where he
does business.”
“Figures,” Carol replied. “We’ll have to do it the hard way. Hand me my cellphone.” She took the time to call Wu
Enterprises. She asked them to put
together some kind of list of the most likely places where Lozano’s men would
be and where they might be most likely targeted. She knew getting that kind of information
would be difficult and a longshot at best, but it was the best she could think
to ask for. Hopefully, Wu Enterprises
would come up with something.
Two minutes later, she hung up the
phone and Brandy grabbed her and threw her down on the bed again. Carol screamed in delight.
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Vince Beastman sat up in his
hospital bed and tried to move his head as little as possible. That damn woman had fractured his skull. He was more than angry with her…with both
those damn women. His hospital room was
crowded with men, all his most trusted men who had been with him when the women
had shown up…and they had all woken up on the sidewalk, diapered and
humiliated.
“We’re going to get
revenge,” Beastman told them. “I want
both those damn women! Alive if
possible, but if it looks the least bit like they’re going to be too much
trouble, then dead! But I’d prefer them
alive. Especially that damn broad in the
mask. She’s going to pay, and pay big
for what she did. I’m going to ruin her
like never imagined!”
Trying not to move his aching head
too much, his eyes searched around at all his men. “Find them!
Find those damn women! Especially
that one. And do it fast! Nobody messes with me and gets away with
it. Nobody!”
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It did no good to beg. Ralphie had known that before he even tried,
but he still pleaded with Brandy to not make him go out onto the streets that
night. “Please, Miss Brandy.”
“Ralphie, the next time you try to
beg out of it, I’m going to diaper you personally and put you into one of those
little girl dresses, and then I’ll dump you off myself in the middle of the biggest
red-light district in the city. Now how
do you want to do it, in that stupid new dress you bought just for this, or the
diapers and little girl dress?”
Ralphie knew he had no choice. As bad as what he would have to do was, doing
it in the silly sexy dress he was wearing was better than doing it in a diaper
and the little girl dress. “I’ll go like
this, Miss Brandy,” he reluctantly agreed.
“I thought so,” Brandy
replied. “Now Ralphie, when you go,
remember what I told you. Ask
around. I don’t really care if you find
any men to play with or not. That’s up
to you. I want to know what hookers are
being run by who. And I especially want
to know if any of them can trace the management up to one of the big bosses in
the city. I already told you who they
are. In fact, you might do better if you
talk to as many of the pimps as you can.
Since you used to be one, you should have no problem finding them.” She smiled.
“I’m sure they’ll get a kick out of seeing just how low one of their own
kind can fall.”
Just the thought of that terrified
Ralphie.
“Now get out of here. Carol and I have work to do.”
“Yes, Miss Brandy,” Ralphie
replied. He turned and headed out of the
room. At least he wouldn’t have to try
to pick up any men…even though part of him wanted to. He was mostly troubled about getting the
information Miss Brandy was looking for.
That part worried him the most.
Once Ralphie was gone, Brandy
phoned downstairs and ordered that their two bikes be brought out front for
them.
“Okay,” Carol said as she stared at
the few locations that Wu Enterprises had suggested for them. “We’ll give it till two a.m. then meet back
here. You’ve got the one south of the
city, and I’ve got the one closer to downtown.
If either place looks bad, we’ll phone and figure out where to look
next.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Brandy agreed
as she pulled her usual black and yellow riding suit on. She watched as Carol, now in her usual red
and black one, checked all her weapons.
Brandy did the same. This time,
there was a more likely chance they would need those weapons.
“Remember,” Carols said as they
headed out of the room. “Try to keep one
alive for my mother.”
“You make it sound like she’s going
to eat them.”
Carol grunted. “Don’t laugh.
You’re pretty close!”
Brandy looked over at her strangely
but didn’t say anything. Five minutes
later, they were each on their bikes and heading in different directions.
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“Got it!” the man said into his
phone. “Good pictures of both of them. Wait a sec.”
He noticed one of the other men out with him hurrying towards him.
The new man held up his phone. “Got them both! Good shots from pretty close, including their
faces.”
“Okay,” the first man replied. He turned back to his phone. “We both got good shots. I’ll send them on to Colonel Houghton now.”
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“Fuck off, fag!”
“I’m going, I’m going!” Ralphie
told him quickly. “But can I ask just
one thing first?”
“Hell no! I’m not going to use you for my
business. Now fuck off!”
“No, not that. I already have someone who…uh…owns me.”
The pimp laughed. “I have no doubt. Walking around in that dress? Now get lost!
You’re bad for business.”
“No. Um…I just want to know…or rather, my mistress
wants to know…”
“You’re mistress?”
“Yes.”
The pimp laughed. “Sure!
Fag.”
“She wants to know who you work
for.”
“Who I work for? What is this, some kind of new police
tactic?”
“No. In fact, my mistress is about as far from the
police as anyone can get.”
“Sure. And I don’t believe that fag mouth of yours
at all. Get lost!”
“No. She wants me to find out if you work for any
of the big bosses in town.”
“I work for me, and nobody but
me. Now go away before I kill you and shove
you into a dumpster somewhere.”
“Please,” Raphie begged. “My mistress is very cruel. I promise I’ll go away just as soon as you
tell me.”
“Why should I bother?”
“Because…” Ralphie gulped. “I used to be just like you, but in
Chicago. I used to be a major pimp in
the city.”
The pimp laughed. “Sure!
Look fag, there’s no way!”
“This is what my mistress did to
me. Four years ago. I haven’t worn anything but women’s clothes
for four years now. I haven’t worn
anything but skirts for four years. And
my damn cock has been locked up and unusable for four damn years. I don’t want her to make things any worse for
me.”
“Sure,” the pimp replied, clearly
not believing him.
“Look!” Ralphie said as he pulled
up his skirt and pulled down his panties, exposing his cock inside its tiny
cage. “See. It’s been welded on. I can’t remove it, even with the key…that I have
in my purse!”
The pimp looked. Unbelievable, the metal cage was welded
together. He laughed. “What do you know,” he said.
“Please,” Ralphie begged. “I’ll leave as soon as you tell me. But my mistress wants to know where who’s
running the girls all over the city.”
“And you’ll leave if I tell you?”
the pimp asked.
“Right away. I promise,” Ralphie told him.
“Well. I’m not really sure, but I think the top guy
is someone called Geovelli. But since
that’s way above my head, I’m really not sure.”
Ralphie nodded as he backed
away. “Thanks!” he replied. “Now I’ve got to find more girls.”
The pimp laughed. “Try about six blocks down and around the
corner. Maybe Butch will agree to put
you to work.”
Six blocks down and around the
corner. Butch. Ralphie had a destination now.
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Carol drove slowly around the
streets surrounding the small warehouse.
Not much of an area, but it was the kind of place that most cities were
full of – run down and dirty. The most
impoverished area of the city…or one of them.
The kind of place where the poorest people lived. The kind of place where drug dealers hung out
on every corner. The kind of place that
Carol herself spent most of her time whenever she had to work in a city. She felt right at home.
The warehouse itself didn’t look
like much. But then they never did. She noted what few people were on the
streets. Not many. None of them interested her…other than she
wanted to avoid them all. She finally
parked her bike next to a dumpster where it was mostly hidden from view and
would remain safer. On foot, she went
from shadow to shadow, not moving furtively, but normally…just trying to stay mostly
out of sight as she walked all the way around the building, noting not just the
warehouse, but all the buildings surrounding it. Where would a sniper most likely set up? She spotted three distinct possibilities, she
chose the least likely rooftop, one where she could still see the parking area
for the warehouse. Now all she needed
was a way up to the roof.
She tried the doors to the
building. All of them were locked. She tested a drainpipe leading up the side of
the building. She didn’t expect it to
feel sturdy, but it did. She decided to
chance it. Holding the pipe with her
hands, she braced her feet against the wall and started making her way up to
the roof. She got her head over the edge
and was about to grab for the roof ledge, when she stopped. On the side of the building facing the
warehouse, she saw two men sitting on the roof.
One of them was watching over the side toward the warehouse parking
lot. The other was just sitting with his
back up against the ledge, waiting.
Carol mentally cursed. She wanted to shoot them, but she’d never be
able to get to the roof quietly enough before she got her gun out. With no choice, she worked her way back down
to the ground. She pulled her gun and
attached the silencer to it before sticking it back into her pocket in such a
way that it would be easy to grab, then she started up the drainpipe
again. When she got to the top, she held
onto the pipe with one hand while her other hand grabbed her gun. She stuck her head over the top, aimed her
gun, and the silenced weapon put a bullet in the head of the one who was just sitting
there. As the second man turned, she put
a bullet in his head too. A moment
later, she was the only living person on top of the building.
She went over and checked the
men. There was no question about them
being dead. She had hit each of them in the
forehead. She took careful note of their
weapons. Professional rifles. Military grade. She took careful note of the way they were
dressed, including the black cloth that covered their faces. She took note of the communication equipment
they had as well. Her eyes scanned the
rooftops around her but in the semi-darkness, she saw nothing.
She pulled the black cloths off
their faces. One was white, but the
other was black. Not surprising for
mercenaries. She searched their pockets
but found nothing at all to identify either of them. That wasn’t surprising to her either. With her phone, she took picture after
picture of both of them. She texted each
picture to Brandy, finally telling her that she was heading back to the hotel. Their weapons were not the kind that came
apart. She grabbed them and threw them
over her shoulder and started down the side of the building again, leaving the
dead men just where they were. On the
way back to the hotel, she stopped briefly at the Chinese restaurant, just to
drop off their weapons and pass on where the dead men were.
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Brandy had situated herself behind
a group of trashcans that were at the rear of another of the more elderly
buildings in the city. From her
position, she had a clear view of the parking area behind the building. Her eyes kept scanning the rooftops she could
see as well, searching for any sign of a gun sticking over the edge. Nothing yet.
She felt the vibrating of her phone
in her upper breast pocket. She pulled
it out and saw the pictures that Carol had sent. It looked like Carol was having all the fun
tonight, because she certainly wasn’t having any. She noted that Carol had gone up to the roof
and found them there. Maybe that would
be a better place than behind all the smelly trashcans where she was now.
She put her phone away and moved
out from behind the trash cans. The
building at her back appeared to be an apartment building. The back door was open and she went in. The hallway she found herself in was old and
dingy. Right near the back door, she
found the entrance to the stairway. She took
the stairs up, winding her way around and around until she came to the final
floor, but there was still one more flight of stairs leading up to the
roof. She took the steps up. The door going outside was unlocked. She was guessing that the residents of the
building often used it. She went
outside. Nobody was there. From the roof she had a much better place to
watch Lozano’s building from.
She sat and waited, constantly
watching everything around her. She saw
a few people come out of Lozano’s building, and later a few going in, but
nothing else. While she waited, she
texted all the pictures that Carol had sent to Johnny Morrow. She also texted exactly where the bodies were
located in case anyone was interested.
She finally suggested to Morrow that he might want to pass everything on
to Lozano. She was hoping that maybe
next time Lozano would be a little nicer to them.
An hour later, she knew she was
wasting her time. She went back down to
her bike and headed back to the hotel.
It had been a wasted trip for her, but not for Carol. At least one of them had done something good
that night.
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Johnny Morrow did more than just
text the pictures to Lozano. He sent a
copy to every other criminal boss in the city as well. They now had proof that they were up against
mercenaries. While there was no proof
yet that they were working for one of the bosses, Morrow was more than certain
that someone he knew was behind them.
Two of the mercenaries had now been
eliminated. He wanted everyone to know
that whoever was behind it, was now being actively hunted and that the rest of
their small elite community wouldn’t stand idle and just be shot down. Now that they had proof of what those two
women had discovered, he knew it would just be a matter of time before whoever
was behind it was uncovered.
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He stared at the pictures of the
two dead mercenaries…and fumed. Those
damn women! Women…not men! They had done that. But he knew their reputations were well
deserved. He knew there were few men in
the world who could live up to the kind of reputation each of them had. And they were working together.
Well, Lozano’s men who should have
died tonight would just have to wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow…after those two women were gone. Permanently!
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In his hospital bed, Vince Beastman
looked at each of the pictures as well.
Damn those women. Damn that one
in particular. Two men. Clearly well-trained mercenaries. Dead.
Both shot through the forehead. Those
two women were dangerous. Too dangerous.
He looked up at one of his men. “Find those women!”
“We’re working on it,” his friend
told him.
“Do it faster!”
“We’re working on a trap so we can
capture both of them without killing them.”
Beastman smiled. “That would be perfect. I want them!
I want them alive more than dead.
Just make it happen. Soon!”
“Like I said, we’re working on it.”
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