ROCK THE CASBA (Part 5), a short story by Sun Tzu. Date added: 2011-12-17. Times viewed: 1356.
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- Intro: White slaver action in 1990s Morroco
Rock the Casba
Deal with the Devil
Mondales had just finished eating at his favourite restaurant. As police chief his visits to such establishments meant he was treated like Royalty. The manager always dealt with him personally, ensuring he got his favourite table and that everything was to his complete satisfaction. Above all Mondales never paid for anything, a small token of thanks for his continued patronage and protection, by the restaurant owners.
As he returned to his car feeling quite full from his large meal, he suddenly felt himself grabbed roughly from behind. Before he could do anything to fight back, Mondales was unceremoniously bundled into the back of a van and a revolver was shoved into his face. “Keep quiet and you won’t be hurt.” Came a voice. With that, the van headed off down the city streets.
Mondales found himself in a dark room. He waited quietly, contemplating his fate. These men cared little as to who he was. Either they were very brave, insane or?
The door opened and I entered with Saleem who smiled slightly. As of late he had led a relatively quiet life. Only dictating orders from the sidelines. Now he was as he put it “In the thick of things.” Hip deep in intrigue and danger almost James Bond like, some thing he was beginning to revel in.
We sat in front of our captive. “Who are you?” He demanded “If you value your lives…”
“Yeah Mondales I’ve heard that line already, now shut up and listen good.” I nodded to Saleem who began.
“We represent the business Cartel, that you are employed by.”
“I am employed by no one except the city.” Mondales exclaimed.
“You are employed by one of our associates a Mr Kabire are you not? Who Charged you with protecting OUR INTERESTS!”
Mondales swallowed hard. “I ah, ah am protecting you? I thought it was only Kabire!”
“Kabire works for us! Or rather, he did until he acted against our orders! By abducting the Vana Woman he has seriously jeopardised our operations. So much so her Government has sent agents of the CIA to investigate.”
“I do not believe you!” Mondales spat.
The door suddenly opened to admit two of Saleems men and a third who was frog marched in.
“Inspector Mondales I believe you already know Mr Jeffery Banks of the CIA!”
Banks just blinked in the dim light “What is this?” He Demanded “I’m an American citizen!”
“Shut up Banks!” I hissed “ Sit down And listen.” Saleems men forced him to sit on an old wooden chair. “ I know you’re a Spook, a low level operative of the CIA no doubt but a Spook all the same.”
“Your crazy.” Replied Banks. “I work at the US Consulate I’m a security liaison officer.”
“Really?” I replied with sarcasm and since when do consulate personnel carry CIA standard issue Barettas?” I stated showing him the weapon. “The Serial number is filed off as per standard procedure.”
“Who the hell are you?” Banks demanded.
I ignored the question. “Gentlemen you have been brought here to aid us with a very serious problem. One of our people has acted shall we say, against our interests. Mr Kabire is a renegade who must be stopped before his actions bring great harm to our buisness.”
“In what way?” Demanded Banks.
“By abducting the Vana woman.” Mondales cut in.
“Precisely!” I reply “And you two gentlemen are going to be instrumental in recovering her. Which I’m sure will mean a great deal of prestige for you both.” I paused for a moment. “You Mr Banks will no doubt receive a promotion and be rotated as you Americans say to somewhere more acceptable. And you Inspector get to work for us with shall we say a 15% bonus.
“And what do you get in return?” Asked Banks.
“For the safe return of Miss Vana? Our business interests are protected.” Saleem cut in. “Mr Banks will get his just reward and you Mondalez get to continue with your rather privileged lifestyle.”
“And if we refuse?” Mondales asked.
“If you refuse?” I smiled at the question, Mondales was such an idiot! “There is a saying… You’re Only Police Chief For LIFE!” I say this Looking Mondales straight in the eyes. “And if you are unwilling to co operate I’m sure your successor will not be.”
I turn to Banks “And You! MR Spook? Well tourists are always becoming the victims of street crime, sometimes with the most terminal of results.”
I sat back folding my arms letting my words sink in.
“It’s very simple." Added Saleem. "You either aid us in removing Kabire from the stage & rescue Miss Vana, in doing so reap all the Glory OR!” He paused for effect “Or we do it ourselves and you two disappear!… PERMANENTLY!”
“So What’s it going to be?”
Mondales and Banks looked at each other
“It would appear we have little choice.” Mondales replied.
“You have no choice, Mondales. No choice at all.” I reply.
The van headed down to the streets making it’s way towards the old business warehouse district. The traffic was very busy making progress painfully slow. Mondales had already contacted head quarters sending some of his best men to meet us near Kabire's warehouse. Banks had also alerted his security contingent from the consulate.
I smiled to myself as we headed onwards things were at long last looking up.
Kabire looked down at the woman on the bed and grinned. “I had planned to eliminate you Miss Vana, you have caused me more trouble than you could possibly imagine. But of late I have decided to deal with your interference in a very different manner.”
Kabire motioned to his men who untied Meredith. Having been so tightly bound for so long she was unable to stand unaided. Dragged along the floor through a number of rooms, she was pushed unceremoniously against a cold wall.
Before she knew what was happening a powerful jet of ice cold water hit her. Slamming her against the wall with incredible force.
Kabires men laughed out loud as the water sent her into the wall.
Meredith tried to scream, to call out. But the icy coldness of the water and its force prevented her from making any intelligible sounds. They obviously enjoyed hosing her down the mocking laughter was very loud.
"It is high time you were cleaned up Miss Vana” Kabire called out laughing obviously enjoying her plight.
The water stopped for a moment as two of Kabires men moved to her and began to soap her down rubbing very hard with rough cloths.
Then the water hit her again, knocking her off her feet. Anger welled up inside her at the laughter now echoing around her.
Finally it was over and she collapsed onto the floor trying to take in huge lungfuls of air, before being dragged off again. Following her somewhat cold hose down, Meredith was again roughly dried by the two Arabs. Then forced face down as her hands were tied tightly behind her back with ropes. Then her ankles were secured with a length of rope, in such a way that she could walk, but only in small pigeon steps and soon found herself, standing in line along with at least a dozen other women, all naked like herself.
Meredith watched as Kabire entered the room along with a number of men. They began to walk past each woman, inspecting them. Touching their breasts, examining their teeth. It was like, like a cattle market. The realisation of what was going on hit her hard - she and the other women were being auctioned. Kabire wasn’t going to kill her. Instead he was going to sell her!
To Be Cont…
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