Milenko & Nixie

[Nixie]

â??My name is Rebecca Shurman and this was the six oâ?? clock news. Goodnight.â? That dazzling signature smile graced the features of the BBC news anchor, her blue eyes smiling warmly at the camera as well until she heard the theme tune role, after which she turned her attention to sorting out her papers, deciding most of them could be chucked on her way out. She closed the lid of her laptop with a clink and looked up as the little red light on the camera winked out of existence. â??Cheers, Rebecca, thatâ??s all for tonight.â? the head cameraman said whilst simultaneously pointing at one of the newer employees and making a come hither gesture. Poor boyâ?¦ Rebecca thought with an amused smirk, looking at the new guy. Dave was a nice guy but he was a bit of a slave driver. Probably just pissed off that he worked in a news studio and not in some fancy Hollywood one. Thank God I donâ??t work for him. she thought, standing up and smoothing down her tailored black skirt.

As always, she wore a sophisticated business suit with a feminine white blouse, but Rebecca also made it her business to look sexy and professional at the same time. She always wore skirts that clung to her shapely waist and jackets that would subtly emphasise the size of her boobs. Call it vanity, but if you were appearing on national television everyday, youâ??d want to look your best too. Her hair was rich colour of golden syrup and cut into a choppy bob with a side parting, although she had a habit of tucking her hair behind her ears constantly. She had a pleasant face, defined features, plump lips, high cheekbones, soft blue eyes and thick lashes. To her annoyance, there was also a sprinkling of freckles dusted across her nose and cheeks that spoke of her childhood days spent in the sun. Or as much sun as there ever was.

She slid her laptop into her bag and stepped off of the colourful red platform with a sigh, her heels clicking on the ground and her hips swaying. â??Off somewhere?â? Dave called with curiosity, now done with giving his inferior a good bollocking for some unimportant fuck up. Rebecca paused and looked over her shoulder at the man. â??Yeahâ?¦I have a dinner arrangement.â? she said before walking off, ignoring the head that turned in her wake. Rebecca was an attractive woman and she knew it but sometimes her job got a little tedious. She loved it, but what was the point in telling everyone the news when it was the news they wanted or needed to hear? It was all wrong, it was all corrupt, she thought as she left the building ignoring the icy chill that slid under her clothes. She shuddered and made her was over to her black mini cooper and smiled fondly at it. Despite her wealth, Rebecca had always had a penchant for the little car. Now, off to her â??dinner arrangementâ?.

Half an hour later, Rebecca was sitting across a circular tables, looking seductively up through her eyelashes at George Searle, an MP and old college â??friendâ? of hers. Actually, friend would be the wrong word and so would acquaintance, but either way he was boring as hell and it took a lot of effort for Rebecca to pretend to be interested in the podgy git. â??So Georgeâ?¦how is everything?â? she asked in a soft tone as she looked at him over her menu. â??Not very goodâ?¦â? the man replied. â??Iâ??ve just divorced Cla-â?
â??Oh you poor thing.â? Rebecca pouted for him. It was what he was after anyway. â??Iâ??ve been there, I know how it is. But Iâ??m sure youâ??re better off without her.â? she lowered her voice slightly and licked her lips as a waiter appeared to take their order. â??Iâ??ll skip the Starter, thank you, and just have the Caesar Salad. Oh, and small glass of red if you will.â? Rebecca beamed at the waiter. There was no way in hell she was going to be sitting across from this loser for three whole courses. Rebecca returned her attention to George. â??But how about your work life? Howâ??s that?â? she asked, her heart hammering.
â??Oh hectic as hell, what with the press and the immi-â? he cut off, suddenly aware that he was about to say something he ought not to. Rebecca raised her eyebrows innocently. â??And theâ?¦?â? she prompted. When this didnâ??t seem to work she cursed inwardly. The things I do for my countryâ?¦ and she slid her foot out of her shoe and slowly let it glide up his leg and towards his crotch, a naughty smirk creeping onto her face. â??And theâ?¦?â? she prompted for the second time.



The low growl of an engine was the only sound that that met Amyâ??s ears. She sat in the back of the rusted bus, staring out of the window at the remote, passing countryside of Scotland. She was bored as hell and her mind only consisted of her bitter ranting. Because of one incident, one injury they were sending her off to do a dumb-arseâ??s job of just walking around and watching. It was such a fucking piss take. Amyâ??s fists balled and with a sigh turned her head from the window to look at the seat in front of her. â??Not long now, love.â? The driver said to her, looking at her through the mirror with his kindly brown eyes.

â??â??Kay.â? she answered softly but somewhat distractedly. She sat there in her plain khaki one piece, the top half undone to reveal a plain black t-shirt beneath. Looking at her, you wouldnâ??t exactly say that she had the perfect body type for the army. Her breast were large enough to look just downright unpractical. Eat your heart out, Lara fucking Croft. Other than this small (or large) problem, she had tamed the rest of her body into a permanent state of fitness, her legs and arms toned. Her chocolate brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, low enough for her black cap to be able to sit snugly on her head.

Eventually, the care pulled to a halt outside her destination and while the security measures may have impressed some other, more naïve people, it didnâ??t faze Amy in the slightest. She got out the truth, slinging her rucksack on her back. She had been told that she hadnâ??t the need to bring much as everything would be provided for her. But there were still a few items Amy wouldnâ??t be caught dead without. Her heavy boots crunched on the gravel beneath her and her laces, lazily undone, spilled over the sides. The driver winked at her before making his way around the back of the building. Amy was sure he had said something about provisions but Amy just shrugged off the thought and made her way to the first bout of security, which she got passed with ease and then limped in the direction she had been told to meet her new Captain, what joy.


At the sound of an engine approaching, Nahala Beorn quickly moved to stand on her bed and look out of the window. Not a lot happened when you were locked up in such a place and it was quite pathetic how the arrival of a truck could be the highlight of oneâ??s day. Her sharp eyes clearly spotted a woman getting out of the truck in uniform. Oh wonderful, another one ofâ?¦them. Her body shuddered slightly at the thought of the usual soldiers and guards. So far Nahala had lasted pretty well, without much trouble but she had only been there a week and had yet to meet Captain White, apparently the worst of them all. She shuddered again. She hadnâ??t believed the rumours she had been told before she had heard the screaming, the grunting, the roaring and then seeing the dignity-robbed, dishevelled faces of her peers at exercise and lunch times.

Nahala hopped down from her bed and rubbed at her temples. She moved over to a small bowl of water and washed her face as if the wash out her terrible thoughts. Though it was fruitless as just then a manâ??s howl of pain screeched to her ears. She stayed suspended over the bowl of water and stared hard at her reflection trying to concentrate on it and forget everything else. Staring just as intently back at her, she would see a woman with dark hair that fell in waves right down to her arse and even darker eyes that for most of the time appeared black. Her darker skin colour matched her and like most women from her origins, she had very strong features that sheâ??d found either drew or repulsed the English men.

Hearing a noise outside her cell, she tilted her head and walked over to the door, pushing her ear against it so as to hear better. â??Hello?â? she called, her words tainted by an accent.

 

[xMILENKOx]

Detective Shaun Murphy sat in his black Lexus 4x4, the jeeps windows were blacked out allowing only those inside to see out and those outside unable to see in. Waiting patiently in the BBC Car park as he watched Rebecca on a portable TV. Shaun had been keeping tabs on Rebecca for a long time, she had been asking question that people shouldn’t ask and trying her best to get information the Government deemed secret. Shaun was around 6'4" tall with a strong build. His head was shaven and he sported a tidy dark brown goatee beard. His dark brown eyes were hidden behind a pair of black shades. Dressed simply in a black overcoat, black suit with a white shirt and red tie, black leather gloves clad his hands and black patented leather shoes clad his feet. Under his suit jacket a holster hed his Cop issue 9mm Glock Pistol. Times had changed and now all cops were armed, the average police officer now looked like a soldier, with body armour, helmets and Machine Guns. George Searle's phone had been tapped and his meeting with Rebecca was for Shaun to investigate. George colleges were aware of his relationship with Rebecca and had started to get pissed off with George.

As Rebecca made her way to her car Shaun watched her like a hawk hidden in his blacked out 4x4. As she drove out the car park Shaun followed her. Keeping his distance to not get her suspicious. As she arrived at the restaurant Shaun parked up on the pavement opposite the window which looked onto George's table. As the two met Shaun lifted a Laser Microphone from the back of his jeep and pointed it towards Rebecca and Shaun. Soon he could hear the convocation clearly as if he was sat at the table next to them. As Rebecca began to flirt with George and attempt to extract information Shaun grinned. "What a slag..." He muttered to himself in his thick Belfast accent. He continued to listen contently. He had orders to arrest them both if George gave her any information. A Black van sat around the corner filled with Police officers armed with MP5 Sub Machine Guns ready to assault the restaurant and arrest Rebecca and George on Shaun’s Command. Shaun even had undercover cops in the restaurant posing as customers.

Captain Michael White stood outside the main building. He stood with his legs parted and his hands held together behind his back. Standing around 6'4" with a strong build the captain was your typical Army authority figure. Clad as always in a forest camo British army coat which beneath was a khaki shirt, forest camo combat trousers that were tucked into a pair of freshly polished army boots. A green beret sat perfectly on his bald head, his face was freshly shaven and his blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of black shades. Standing beside him was assistant Sergeant Jeffery Dickson, Captain White's ass kissing lap dog. Michael watched as the bus entered the camp and a young woman got of the Bus and walked towards him. He snarled as he began to notice faults in her. "What the fuck is this?... a crippled, Jock Bimbo?!... fuck me Dickson what are they doing at HQ... they should just put this lil slut on the street she’s no use to me!.." Michael said to Sergeant Dickson while Amy was to far away to hear him. As she got close he looked her over once more and spoke. "So your my new guard?... I hope you can manage your duties with one good leg and tits like Jordan!..." In his typical fashion he was short sharp and offensive. First impressions were for his superiors not his underlings.

"Gah.. ah!..."Olek cried as he was beaten. He hung from the ceiling of the torture room by his wrists. He hung naked and bloody as two of White's men proceeded to entertain them self’s by using Olek as a human punch bag. Olek was around 6'2" tall and his once strong body had slowly deteriorate but still he looked strong. His hair dark brown was short and messy as was his beard which had grown through neglect. He tried his best to ignore the paint but it was hard to get over a few broken ribs and a bruised lung. The two Soldiers continued to punch Olek. One turned to a nearby table where lots of instruments of torture lay. Lifting a cricket bat the soldier turned to face Olek. "Stand aside mate, I wanna give this Polski Cunt a good battering!" The Soldier said to his comrade as he took a small run up and swung the cricket bat as if playing cricket. The bat swinging low and crashing into Oleks naked crotch. He screamed in agony before vomiting a mix of bile and blood. The two soldiers laughed and the cricket bat was dropped. "O fuck I need a fag, let leave this fucker hanging..." One Soldier said to the other as they left the room locking the door behind them leaving Olek hanging bloody and beaten and almost unconscious.

He had done nothing to deserve to be in this place nor did his wife, brother and sisters who had all be sent to different camps across the UK. Olek missed them all dearly and wasn’t aware if they were still alive. As he hung pain filled his body. His shoulders almost dislocated and his head hanging low as he breathe heavily. The room was cold and goose bumps covered his naked flesh. His genitals bruised and bloody from the cricket bat.

 

[Nixie]

Rebecca was well aware that there was a slight possibility of drawing attention from the authorities from her snooping but so far she was convinced that she had been as subtle as possible, although she had to admit she was almost at the point where she would consider breaking into a government building. She had a thirst, craving and lust for the information that the world so persistently denied her and the more she was told â??noâ??, the more she wanted it and the more she was willing to do for it. Some might name her as a slag and Rebecca would be happy to admit that what she was doing now was more than a little trampish but she would merely call it being resourceful. She was using all of her free assets to get what she wanted and by the looks of it, she was almost there.

â??A-a-and the immigrationâ?¦â? Rebeccaâ??s heart thudded in her chest and she was screaming loudly in her head, â??YES THE IMMIGRATION WHAT! WHAT!â? and her nerves were simply fizzing with anticipation. This was then followed by â??Excuse me for a second.â? Rebeccaâ??s leg (and face) just dropped and she was glaring at the timid fellow as he made his way across the restaurant and into the menâ??s toilets. â??Ughâ?¦â? she grumbled, tipping her head back and running her fingers through her hair. What an anti-climax. She now had a throbbing headache, probably a result of her personal investigations into the government. She couldnâ??t do it while she was at work and the left her with very little time for bodily needs like sleep.

When she returned her head to the normal stance, her eyes caught something: his briefcase. His briefcase containing all of his documents and his information. Probably secrets about access to certain government software. It would be a big risk thoughâ?¦however it meant she would never have to see the guy again. This, to Rebecca, made stealing the briefcase worth it. With a sigh, she casually stood like any woman trying to make a quick dash for it while her disappointing date was in the toilet, and fiddled briefly with the earring in one of her ears while her other hand lent down to pick up her own laptop case. She slowly began to walk from the table but no more than two steps later, she stopped with a little â??Oh no, my earring!â? she promptly crouched to receive the diamond stud, placing her bag directly in front of Georgeâ??s and not taking her hand off the handle. Having retrieved the stud and butterfly, Rebecca carefully slipped them into her pocket and walked off. Georgeâ??s briefcase was gone. Rebecca walked as calmly and as casually as she could from the restaurant, a flare of triumph bursting within her when she made it outside.

Amy approached the man in the green beret. She saw him muttering something to the bloke next to him and Amy didnâ??t think it looked very welcoming. She ignored this and dropped her things on the floor beside her, physically she looked a bit of a mess and weary from the travelling but her salute was short sharp and neat. She met the Captainâ??s gaze briefly and there was nothing to beheld within her shining emerald eyes but professionalism. â??So it appears, Captain.â? she answered his first question in the tone she ought to as it seemed like an appropriate question but at the second comment, Amy felt a familiar stir within her. After a few seconds though, it melted away and the only thing Amy was concerned with was doing her best to keep herself from rolling her eyes and telling this tosser to go fuck himself. Most comments about her tits through right over her head, in the ten years she had served, she had heard it all before. And the mention of Jordon wasnâ??t a new thing either.

â??Aye, Iâ??ll more than manage, Sir.â? she responded, her tone exacting to her first sentence, her thick and heavy Scottish accent filling the words. â??In fact, if you donâ??t mind Sir, Iâ??d like to get right to it. If you have a shift open that is, Captain.â? her tone was somewhat more colloquial but by no means disrespectful. This was something about Amy, she got huge kicks out of proving arrogant tossers like White wrong. Although, this could be more a con than a pro in her personality.

 

[xMILENKOx]

Shaun continued to watch Rebecca. He grinned as George showed fled to the bathroom. Casually Shaun pushed a small button on his ear piece and spoke. "He’s in the toilets, go in and take care of him he said to much... everyone else keep an eye on Rebecca..." With this a man on a nearby table got up from his seat and casually walked into the men’s toilets. Casually the undercover cop upholstered his pistol and aimed at George. "Hand where I can see them sir! Your under arrest!..." The cop was quick to move in and cuff George. I have him boss.. The Undercover cop told Shaun. By this time Rebecca was leaving. Shaun watched her and was quick to speak to his men again. "She is on the move! Stop her!..." He ordered. As she reached the door two Undercover officers posing a couple stood up and pulled out there guns. "FREEZE!..." They order to Rebecca. With this Shaun climbed out of his jeep and casually walked over to the Restaurant.

((Should he do as she’s told or try to escape?... :shock: ))

"O she’s a smart Jock!... Yeah I got a job for you nesse... we got some Polack asshole who need taken back to his cell... you will find him in the 'interrogation' room in the east end of the prison block next to the shower block... be careful with him he’s a terrorist... he’s already tried to escape today!.. so a couple of my boys have had to teach him a lesson... but first go tidy yourself up! You look like shit not a soldier!... this isn’t your local boozer love!... Now get on it! Report to me as soon as your done!... Dickson show her to her quarters!..." With this Captain White turned away from Amy and walked into the building. Dickson grinned and looked Amy up and down. "Follow me love.. you will be staying in the barracks with the rest of the grunts... hope you don’t mind living with a bunch of lads... you’re the only girl we got!..." Dickson informed Amy before he began to walk towards the Barracks.

 

[Nixie]

Adrenaline was pumping ecstatically around Rebecca and her fingers itched to look at the contents of the briefcase now. However, when youâ??re right at the top, there really is only one way you can go: down. And Rebecca plummeted and landed flat on her face, figuratively speaking. Before she could even make it halfway down the street, two guns were pointed at her and all the actual citizens were screaming and causing chaos. Unfortunately this chaos wasnâ??t enough to distract any of the coppers. Judging from the organisation of it all, it had to be coppers. Well done Rebecca, an opportunity, a career and all that information that was nearly hers completely blown in a matter of seconds. Forever cool, her extensive knowledge of the English language allowed her to select a word that summed up the entire situation.

â??Fan-fucking-tastic.â? she said dryly, standing motionless where she was a man who had just gotten out of a jeep approached. He was donned entirely in black â??Oohâ?¦mysterious.â? she thought dryly, her now hard blue eyes following him. She put a hand on her hip and tilted her head, as if bored by the whole process. The wind whipped her honey blonde hair around but she didnâ??t brush it aside because she knew it would accomplish nothing and there was a good chance of her getting shot if she moved too quickly.

In recent years, it had become a lot more easy to kill legally.

((Escape attempts may be more interesting later on.))

Amy ignored that the charming terms directed at her but paid attention to the orders. She didnâ??t look at him for the whole of the conversation and instead kept her green gaze straight her head. She had to admit the Captain had a fair point about her being a mess though. If she looked how she felt, it couldnâ??t have been pretty. She was curious as to what he meant by teaching the prisoner a lesson but she said nothing on the subject. Just before he turned to leave, she met his gaze and her eyes revealed all she thought of him in that brief second. He was a pig and she didnâ??t like him. Not one bit.

She nearly glared at Dickson when his slimy eyes roved over he curvaceous body, but she reminded herself that he was still above her and it seemed like it would be a dangerous thing to disrespect him. She shouldered her pack again and walked next to him. â??Iâ??m sure Iâ??ll manage sir. Itâ??s not the only time Iâ??ll be the only woman. Thank you for your concern though Sergeant.â? her voice was icy cold but he allowed him to lead the way, all the time acutely aware of how the men off duty caught sight of her. And then didnâ??t look away. A light blush rose to her cheeks. She set her things down on her bunk and undid her ponytail letting the raven hair fall to her shoulders before tying it back up again, pulling as much of it back as possible.

â??Could you show me where I can wash up, Sir?â? she said to the Sergeant through gritted teeth.

 

[xMILENKOx]

As Shaun arrived he slowly took over the situation. The Under cops began to clear the Restuarant of staff and customers. Shaun approached Rebecca and forcefully took the case from her. "I wonder whats in this?... I bet you would love to know... shame you never will!..." He said sarcastically as he held the case tightly. By this time George was escorted out of the toilets and through the restuarant and brought to Shaun. "What shud I do with him Boss?" The Cop asked Shaun as held George by the shoulder with his free hand whilst his gun was pressed against the back of his head. "Hes commited Treason... and the law state that the penalty for treason is death!... take him out and have him shot!..." Shaun ordered. With this George was taken out into the street and shot point blank in the back of the head. His coarpse fell to the ground and the cop who shot him casually walked away.

Shaun's eyes were fixed on Rebecca as George was shot. As for you, you don’t get shot!... you get arrested, now what should the charge be?... after all we have to keep this official. How about Suspected Involvement with Terrorists... yeah that’s good Thanks to the new Anti-Terrorist Laws you won’t see any sun light for a few months!.. Shaun informed Rebecca’s as the female officer behind her stepped forward and cuffed her while her college kept his gun aimed at her.

"The showers are down the hall though they like the bedroom is communal... sorry no private shower..." Sergeant Dickson informed Amy again. As he looked ready to leave and return to his master. Dickson then walked on out of the Barracks and returned to Captain White. As Dickson left the two Soldiers who had just beaten Olek entered the Barracks. The stopped in their tracks on the way to the showers. ”Well well well... what do we have here? GI Barbie?!..” One of the Soldiers commented as the other laughed.

 

[Nixie]

Rebecca was silent as the officers took a hold of the situation, but she didnâ??t pay much attention as her mind was racing. Any escape attempt at the current moment would lead to death or worse and Rebecca wasnâ??t quite willing to take that risk. What she needed were opportunitiesâ?¦and the freedom of speech with the right people. Now that she was in the Governmentâ??s Claws, she might find herself in a better position to retrieve information than before. There. Every cloud had itâ??s silver lining now, didnâ??t it?

Then she saw George appear with his armed escort, looking up at her with large confused eyes. Well that was no difference. He probably spent half of his life being confused. Rebecca returned the gaze with a stony stare, one that betrayed no emotion whatsoever. Though her eyes followed him and the cop as orders were carried out and she didnâ??t even flinch at the gun shot, nor at Georgeâ??s previous pitiful sobs for his life.

â??Tut tutâ?¦you do like to make mess, donâ??t you?â? she said sarcastically to the man donned in black before her. She sounded confidant and looked confidant and unfazed but her stomach churned and for a moment she was sure she was going to be sick. Rebecca had seen death earlier in her career, when stationed in war zones but it was one thing the observe death and another thing to cause it.

Slowly, she raised her hands in the air beside her head as she walked slowly towards the man before her, her heels clicking on the ground as she did. She kept her hands raised as she came closer to him, a smirk on her face as she leaned in to speak with him directly, although not so close that they were touching. Rebecca was being very careful, slow and deliberate with her movements so they couldnâ??t accidentally on purpose kill her because she was â??assaultingâ? the Detective. â??But trust meâ?¦I will know what theyâ??re covering up- and so will everyone else. Just you being here proves that they do have aâ?¦particular secret. A secret they will soon share with myself and the people they pretend to serve.â? Rebecca raised an eyebrow. There was no threat or malice in her voice, just challenge.

â??Oh my, how generous.â? she interrupted tartly when he told her she wasnâ??t about to get shot. She felt an someone tug her arms around her back and then the cool metal against her skin but she paid it no mind, instead keeping her cold blue eyes locked on the Detective. â??If you class the British public as terrorists, that would be a fitting charge.â? she shrugged. She doubted what he was describing could happen instantly so she wondered what would be happening to her during the time they awaited the â??officialâ? orders. Hopefully sheâ??d be spending more time with the man before her: sheâ??d love to see his face when she extracted something from his mouth that shouldnâ??t have been said.

â??Hm. Itâ??s a good thing I donâ??t want sunlight then, isnâ??t it? Just information.â? she countered. â??But I have the legal right to be told who exactly is conducting my arrest. You know, just in case you make a foul cock up that then allows me to sue you, your staff and your motherfucking grandkids for all I care?â? she said, smiling sweetly.


Amy watched the brown-noser leave before sighing and rubbing her temples. Everything was turning out just great wasnâ??t it. Sheâ??d have to stick it out here for a few months before she could even think of applying for a re-assignment. If worse came to worse of it, Amy would claim every goddamn thing she was entitled to for her injury, and hope some of it included extended leave or compensation. She retrieved her towel from her bag and threw it over her shoulder and began walking in the general direction of the showers. The communal showers. Everything just seemed to go from bad to worse. She had had communal showers before but in the end she was slipping out whenever she could, at ridiculous times just to avoid the men and their fucking staring. She was insecure enough as it is without having them watch her tits like they did the television.

She found herself in the company of two soldiers, noting gladly that they were of the same rank she was. â??Piss off, mate.â? her tone was more of a â??canâ??t-be-fucked-anymoreâ? than a agitated one. She continued to walk ahead. Her ponytail would have swaying in time with her hips if it werenâ??t for the slight limp of hers. She paused in her tracks and looked at the soldiers, noting the direction they had come from. â??Say, have you two boys just been dealing with the Pole in the interrogation room?â? she asked as they reached the showers. â??â??cause Iâ??m gonna need the keys.â?. Outside the shower block, Amy felt dread build in her stomach but without hesitation, she undressed. Beneath the khaki one-piece and black top, her underwear wasnâ??t very interesting. A plain black bra supporting those gigantic breasts and a pair of red and white stripe knickers. All of this came off to reveal a curvaceous, sun kissed body. Her waist curved inwards for a defined hourglass shape and her arse and hips being of equal proportion to her tits. Every inch of her was toned from constant drills and whatnot. She had her fair share of markings like little moles and freckles but also scars, the most prominent being the one that was the source of her limp. It was large and mutilated like it had been caused by an acid of fire. It was on the outside of her right leg, reaching from mid thigh across her knee and halfway down her calf. Without so much as a backward glance, Amy limped into the showers, purposely choosing one in the middle of a wall and not in a corner. She pressed the button to let the water cascade down onto her flesh. Cold. Surprise, surprise.

 

[xMILENKOx]

Shaun listened to Rebecca and smirked. He was above the law and could easily get away with anything after all he had enough loyal cops to vouch for him and frame Rebecca for anything they wanted. "You’re a cocky wee tramp aint ya..." Shaun replied as he looked over to the officers behind Rebecca. "Take her to my jeep she’s mine!... when you’ve done that clean up the mess... O and remember George had a gun... he shot first!..." Shaun added in a sinister tone as he gave his orders. With this the female cop began to escort Rebecca out of the restaurant and towards Shaun’s Jeep while the other officer pulled walked over to George's corpse pulled out his gun and fired a couple of shots at a nearby wall before dropping it beside georges body to make it appear that George shot the gun.

The two male soldiers watched as Amy made her way into the showers. It was obvious they were going to join her after all it was where they were heading in the first place but now it seemed a more fun idea. The two large men undressed and walked naked into the shower room. As they entered the looked upon her like a piece of meat as they took the two showers either side of her. The one to her left slowly moved closer to her and without a care grabbed her arse and squeezed her left cheek hard. "Mmmmm, you look good wet!.." He said to her in a perverted tone as he continued to eye up the rest of her body from the left. Meanwhile his comrade was admiring her leg wound. "Yo mate you should see this side she looks like a fucking Zombie!.." The soldier on the right said with an insulting tone. Both men got closer to Amy and knew full well no one else would be around the barracks for a good couple of hours.

 

[Nixie]

Mine? Mine? Thatâ??s what he had said. If thatâ??s what he thought then she had news for that little fuck. â??Cocky? I prefer â??persistantâ??.â? she shrugged as the woman behind her tightened her grip on her arm and pulled her away from the Detective. Rebecca frowned a little with her backward stumble. He still hadnâ??t answered her question. She hated it when people did that. But she was used to it enough. Rebecca heard the gunshots and carefully avoided looking at Georgeâ??s corpse, the reminder making her stomach churn again. As she was frogmarch back to the Jeep, Rebecca went willingly but for her own entertainment she asked the female cop. â??So do you wipe his arse clean or do you prefer to lick it?â? she said in the same tone she would use as if she were interviewing a celebrity on television. The woman glared at her but said nothing. However, as she was forcing her into the car, Rebecca felt a thwack on the back of her head, prompting a laugh from her. The door slammed shut, nearly catching her foot, on purpose Rebecca thought and while a couple of cops guarded her outside the car, Rebecca was left to examine the interior and wait.

As soon as the Detective got into the car, Rebecca said in a stony voice â??You didnâ??t answer my question. Who are you?â? she repeated, before flicking her hair out of her face just by jerking her head and without much success. â??And where are you taking me?â? she added.


Although Amy did not look at her knew colleagues, she was acutely aware of their presence on either side of her and their eyes roving over her naked body, making her feel more vulnerable than she liked. At first, she just concentrated on the cold water an not getting her hair wet. She rubbed at her skin and froze completely when her arse was squeezed. Her green eyes stared dead ahead of her and she did not move for a couple of seconds but soon she resumed as she was. Then the one to her right made a comment about that side of her body that she couldnâ??t really argue with. She probably would have thought the same, looking at the scar. But before the guy on her left could make any sort of response, Amy was moving. Leaning her weight on her good leg, her left hand grasped the hand that had clutched her arse and held it in a vice grip while her right fist slammed into his gut, just below his ribcage. She didnâ??t hit with nearly enough force to leave a mark but it was certainly enough to wind him. â??Donâ??t touch me.â? she growled, her Scottish accent becoming a little thicker here.

Amy turned off the tap and began to limp out, her head held high. No fucking way was she submitting to any of the wanks in this place. Not without a fucking fight at least.

 

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Shaun sat in the driver’s seat of his jeep and watched Rebecca in his rear view mirror. He knew better than to answer her questions and remained silent as he began to drive. As he watched her now and then whilst keeping his eyes on the road he couldn’t help but notice she looked a little like his dead wife. He shook this thought away with a quick shake of his head as he casually drove away from the restaurant. Soon ran began to fall and a storm approached. Suddenly the police radio in his jeep began to crackle. "Hel... HE... HELP!... OFFIC... DOW..." The distress call didn’t bother Shaun who simply turned of the radio. Shaun remained silent and emotionless and he drove.

As Amy fought of the two male soldiers she was taunted by sarcastic cheers as she left the showers. Though it was safe to say this wasn’t going to end here. After all the two soldiers she fought off wouldn’t let a women push them around twice. They continued to shower cleaning themselves from the filth of the interrogation room. The Keys Amy needed sat on her bunk. Least the soldiers had the decency to leave them for her.

 

[Nixie]

Rebeccaâ??s bright blue eyes rolled in her head when her questions were met by silence. Stubborn git. She wasnâ??t giving in just yet. Oh no. She was getting answer that concerned herself and welfare before anything elseâ?¦sheâ??d move onto the harder stuff later. If there was a later. She caught him looking at her oddly through the mirror and quirked an eyebrow curiously but said nothing. Rebecca gazed out of the window at the passing buildings and let a few minutes of silence pass while she tried to remember how she had fucked up her life spectacularly in little under half an hour. It was quite amazing, probably a new world record. She licked her full lips, wetting them while she thought. The set backs only made her want this story more and if she could get it, her imprisonment, Georgeâ??s death and whatever else cameâ?¦it would be worth it. The true highlight of a spectacular career, even if she did say so herself.

Bringing herself from her thoughts, she looked at her escort and said â??Fine.â? decidedly. And with that, she began to clamber over the rather awkwardly, hand cuffs and all, over the chair. It wasnâ??t one of her more graceful feats and Shaun along with surrounding drivers probably got a flash of this and that. Ignoring whatever protests came her way, after some effort, her hair and clothes completely scoowiff, she was sat next to the Detective staring straight at him. Surprisingly, what she next said wasnâ??t a sentence. â??Obviously, youâ??re experienced at thisâ? she sat back in the chair and looked out the window. â??You canâ??t really blame me for what Iâ??m doing, you know.â? she said. She wasnâ??t trying to justify herself, more just thinking aloud. â??I only do it because I careâ?¦and because I want to advance in the world,â? she added honestly, glancing back at him. Like him, she ignored the cries on the radio. â??Wow, Iâ??m more important that them.â? she said with a smirk, turning her gaze back out the window as she picked herself up from where she was before the conversation was interrupted. â??The more people know, the more aware they areâ?¦they stand a better chance of getting through it.â? she paused. â??Even if we were about to be invaded- with no means of escape or fighting back and there was no way we could get out of itâ?¦impending doom and all thatâ?¦Iâ??d rather know my fate then be left in the dark.â?. She looked at the man beside her again. â??You look militaryâ?¦not police at all.â? she mused. â??But I guess appearances can be deceiving. All the same, I would like to know your name, if nothing else. Please.â? her blue eyes looked intently at him.

Amy was glad the men decided not to follow. She also had the feeling in her gut that this was going to be the pattern of her life for quite a while. She shuddered at the thought. Quickly drying off and dress, even though she was still slightly damp, Amy walked as quick as her leg allowed her back to her bunk. She saw the keys and her eyebrows shut up in surprise. She hung her towel in the end rail of the bed and swept the keys up and went to do her duty.

Reaching the door labelled interrogation room across frosted glass, Amy tried each key in turn in the lock and naturally, it was the last sodding one. With a sigh she entered but after that her expression dropped. â??Holy fuck!â? the sign before her sickened her to her very core. So these were their methods of interrogation here were they? Hanging a man from the ceiling and beating his balls and everything else, black and blue. Amy understood that they were at war but people were still people to her. She wouldnâ??t even torture an animal in such away. Shutting the door behind her, she rushed forward to undo the Poleâ??s bonds, noting his shoulders had been dislocated from his slight weight. He must have been there for a while. Amy tried to catch him as he fell to her. If she had been picking him up from the floor, she could have coped but the sudden weight put such strain on her bad leg that she grimaced and toppled over, the beaten man in her lap. Her arm was slid under his shoulder and she held him up, looking at his injuries closer now. She remembered they had told her he was dangerous but even if he was, she didnâ??t think he was in a state to get up by himself, let alone attack her and she couldnâ??t just let him be like this.

â??Sorryâ?¦â? she groaned, her legâ??s agony dimming now. She looked at the man she cradled in her lap. â??Iâ??m going to need to push your shoulders back in their socketsâ?¦and weâ??ll go from there.â? she warned. â??Shitâ?¦â? she said, still in awe at the state of him, her heart twisting. How could one human being even dream of doing this to another?

 

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Yet again Shaun’s response was silence. He had no intentions of giving her anything she could use by mistake. He had made that mistake in the past. Tell a journalist one thing they blow it way out of proportion and make it into a whole shit storm. Next thing you find your name in a openly identity assassination filled article. Though this didn’t bother him after all he had no family nor really any friends, just himself and his job. He had to admit her persistence was impressive. Even her little Houdini stunt from the back of the Jeep to the front made him grin. "You know nothing of this War... Our people do not need you filling their head with fear of invasions!..." He finally responded. The government had as always kept many secrets of this war and only let the public know the good things, moral boasting sentiments to ease their troubled minds. Keeping them happy with their safe lives behind the British Army’s defences. Keeping the UK for only UK Citizens.

As Rebecca asked for his name he was quick on the mark to give a false one. After all he had been in this situation many times before. "Samuel O’Neil..." His words rolled of his tongue as if he had given her his real name. He wasn’t going to fall for her and her tricks so easily.

Olek slowly gained consciousness as he felt himself being pulled down from his hanging position. As he felt himself fall upon another person he cried in agony as feeling returned to his beaten body. "U fashistvarken!" He protested believing Amy to be another Soldier out to get her sadistic kicks. Though soon he noticed softness to her voice, sort of putting him at ease as she spoke of his shoulders. He nodded in response as he lay across her lap beaten and bloody thankfully that today’s beating was over. "Who are you?... I’ve never seen you amongst White's men... hell a you’re a women and not English!.. shit how did you end up here?" He asked as he lay in waiting for her to fix his shoulders. He was surprised Captain White would have a Women here let alone one who wasn’t English. He had always heard white and his men referring to the locals in the area as 'fucking jocks'.

 

[Nixie]

Rebecca grinned in triumph, after finally provoking a response from him. â??Our people?â? she asked coyly, raising an eyebrow. â??Yepâ?¦definitely military once upon a time.â? she said to no one in particular, a smirk curving onto her lips. â??A little bit of fear never hurt anybody. Infact, more often than not it tends to keep them alive.â? she said slowly, mulling it over in her mind as she spoke. â??No the truth of the matter is that politicians are greedy fucks who donâ??t give two shits while there is still a chance they might gain something. Small guys like you might care but thatâ??s why the small guys get killed.â? Rebecca didnâ??t really know where she was going with this so she just sighed and bowed her head. It really wasnâ??t a good time to be arguing about the philosophy of war. â??Invasionâ?¦you said invasion- is that what it is then?â? she said looking back up at him. â??Noâ?¦you donâ??t know, do you?â? she scoffed. â??Then again, why would they have any need to tell someone like you. Youâ??re just another pawn.â?

â??Hmmâ?¦Samuel Oâ??Neil. Mr Oâ??Neil. Sam.â? she shrugged. She had no reason to not believe him, of course there was a very good chance that he would be using a false name to protect his identity but there you go. Rebeccaâ??s head was thumping. â??Hmm, so where are you taking me? Back to your place or just straight to my grave?â? she asked, grinning at the cynicism. â??Do me a favour would you? In the inside pocket of my jacket thereâ??s a packet of fags and a lighterâ?¦â? she trailed off, predicting the answer.


Amy didnâ??t bother moving him over and just kept him on her lap because it made life easier. Her eyes were on the shoulder closest to her, tenderly brushing her fingers over it to determine which way she would need to push. She listened to him speak, marvelling that he could, and noticed his English was quite precise, with a slight accent to it. â??Iâ??m a Soldier- a guard, now even.â? she didnâ??t look away from his shoulder until she had all the information she needed to do what she could. â??My name is Amy.â? Then suddenly, without warning, she pushed onto his arm with all her might to pop the bone back into itâ??s socket, holding onto him tightly. She had seen it done before, it was a painful process and most of the people she had seen doing it distracted their patient as best they could before repairing it. She slid gently out from beneath him and made her way to his other side, keeping a hand on his back just in case he hadnâ??t the strength to keep himself up. â??Aye, apparently soâ?¦â? she said with a smirk, glancing at him when he made the comment about her being a woman and not English. â??Transferrred.â? she shrugged. â??Not really my choice. That and Iâ??m pretty much useless now.â? then she pushed on the second shoulder. This took longer to get in and Amy was glad when it was done. â??Is there anything else that you think is seriously damaged- any other bones?â? she asked, casting an eye over him. His bones all seemed to be in shape, although she suspected he had a couple of cracked ribs and it looked like his nose had been broken before but you could never be too careful.

With everything done, Amy stood. â??Where are your clothes?â? she asked before bending down and sliding a hand under his knees and around his back before she lifted him up, wedding-style. â??And whereâ??s your cell?â? she added.

 

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Soon Shaun’s car pulled up outside Rebecca's house. With the engine still running Shaun leaned over and pushed Rebecca to the side and uncuffed her. While she was away from her home the police had tapped her phone line and a surveillance team had moved into a house across the street. The owners of the house being told Rebecca was involved in a terrorist investigation and had to be monitored and that they should remain as natural as possible towards Rebecca. "You are free to go, this time... but be warned you are being watched!... so I hope you will behave yourself and be a good little journalist and do your job as you are EXPECTED to do it!..." Shaun announced as he sat waiting for her to leave the jeep. She may have been a problem but being on TV people would ask questions if she was to disappear. Though the Police could easily cover it up, they found it less hassle to just let her go and keep watch over her. "As for the cigarettes I would ask you to not smoke in here, if you would be so kind as to save your filthy habit till you are in your home..." He added simply as if he were a Taxi Driver dropping her and not a Detective.

Olek cried in agony as his Shoulders were fixed. Most of what Amy said to him he had failed to hear due to his still semi conscious state and the pain of his shoulders being re-connected. "My clothes?... I don’t know I woke up in here... they drugged me..." He replied to the question he heard. He had been drugged as he slept and brought to this room. He woke up to the sight of a bloody fist pulling away from his nose. As he was lifted he fidgeted. "Please I am not a invalid... no offence..." He informed her he was still capable of walking though he noticed her bad leg. "Cell, ha... you think I want to go back there?..." He responded in a mocking manner after all he knew she was knew and had no idea where everything was. He found it funny she expected him to tell her which filthy cage belonged to him. "How about you just put a bullet in my head now and get it over with... White will only do it eventually... hell it might earn you some respect!..." He added in a sarcastic tone, he obviously wasn’t in the best moods due to the beating he had just received.

 

[Nixie]

Rebecca said something inaudible as he pushed her to the side, but by the sounds of her tone, it wasnâ??t a very nice sentence. When he took her cuffs off, she immediately brought her hands around to her front and pushed her hair off of her face. It was only then that she became aware that they were pulling up outside her house. She turned to Detective Oâ??Neil as he spoke, frowning. That frown soon progressed into a glare. It was that patronising, cocky tone that pissed her off so much she decided, not what he was actually doing. The man was just doing his job and nobody could blame him for that anymore than he could blame her for doing her job. But it was the way he did it.

â??I donâ??t doubt itâ?¦â? she muttered as he told her about how she was being watched. When he was finished she said innocently with that newsreader smile â??Donâ??t worry Mr Oâ??Neil. I intend to do my job exactlyâ?¦â? but whatever she was about to say next was lost when she caught the time. Quickly and almost involuntarily, she put the Radio on and changed the station. A news report had just begun and after a few seconds, Rebecca just scowled and flicked it off saying â??Same shit, different voiceâ?¦â? she looked up at Mr Oâ??Neil apologetically before turning the radio back on and replacing it to the station it had been on before she changed it.

With a sigh she then gazed at her home. Without another word, she slowly began to climb out, the wind whipping her hair around her face and her skirt around her shapely legs. Before she shut the door, she turned around impulsively and put her head in the car to speak to the Detective. Her face lost all trickery and sarcasm and she just looked a little weary. â??Come in for a quick drink?â? she said.

Amy nodded and put him down without a hint of blush as she had obviously mistaken his condition for far worse than it actually was. She was glad of it slightly as it released the pressure on her leg, thought ignored the dull throbbing that seemed to come and go of itâ??s own will.

As soon as his tone became even slightly challenging or cocky, Amy began to back away to stand directly in front of the door. She was confidant that if it came to blows she could easily beat him off, considering how weak he was but she would prefer that it didnâ??t come to that. She couldnâ??t say that she blamed him but she had expected him to be a little more cooperative considering that she had taken the time to replace his shoulders to where they ought to be. And Amy would wager that was far more than any of the other officers even bothered to do.

â??I donâ??t have the authority to put a bullet through your head and even if I did, I wouldnâ??t.â? she admitted, looking him directly in the eyes. â??Just like I could never beat you senseless like Whiteâ??s boy didâ?¦but they obviously donâ??t have a problem with it. So let me put it this way- you either tell me where your cell is and let me escort you there without a fuss or I scream. Very loudly.â? she shrugged fairly. â??Sure, Iâ??ll get an ear bashing for not being a competent guard, but Iâ??m bet itâ??ll be nothing compared to the punishment youâ??d receive.â? Amy folded her arms over her chest and waited for him to make a decision.

 

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At first her offer of a drink made him suspicious. But he was curious about her and bizarrely he accepted with a casually nod he turned of the engine and began to climb out of the jeep. "That would be nice, but coffee for me no I don’t drink.. and plus I am still on duty.." He replied with a tone that gave away a past alcohol problem which he had overcome. He climbed out of the jeep and locked the doors. He then made his way around to her and followed her into her house. He knew this was not a good idea but a risk was always a good way to get information. Maybe he could turn her methods of manipulation against her. He knew fine well the surveillance team across the street were watching. But they were under his command.

With a defiant shrug and a grunt he accepted her offer. "Cell 614..." He added as he walked casually towards the door and waited for her to unlock it. He was being compliant only for her compassion. To be truthful he just wanted to sleep. "Any chance you could sneak me some Morphine from the clinic?..." He asked without a care after all he need something for the pain and he knew most guards would take such a risk or be so compassionate but he was hopefully Amy was different due to her performance so far.

 

[Nixie]

Rebecca mirrored his casual nod and turned to lead him up the garden path to her hous. As she walked, her hips swayed with the same motion as her hair and the gently breeze tried to lift her skirt but barely succeeded due to the material acting as anb outline to Miss Joy's curves. Her house bespoke of her hard work and how far she had come in the word. Despite her obvious wealth, she was not overly extravagant and everything she owned seemed fairly normal, simply with higher quality. No car sat on her gravel drive, nor in the spacious garage that was instead filled with a black HondaCBR1000.

Rebecca was aware that the eyes that would be on her and the detective, but she paid it no mind. It was to be expected. Her heels thundered across the floorboards of her hallway before she, with an irritated grunt, took them off with a careless flick of her ankles. Without even glancing at the man behind her, she forwarded into the kitchen, removing her suit jacket as she went to reveal even more of the pleasing structure of her body as her thin white blouse shifted over her sunkissed skin. She flicked on the stainless steel kettle and as it was boiling, she stood on her tippy toes to retrieve a bottle of whisky atop her cupboard with which to fix herself her own, much-needed, drink.

"Take a seat." she murmured, jerking her head to the sofa in the living room that was adjoined to the kitchen through the means of a breakfast bar. "How do you take your coffee?" she asked as she made the drink and handed it to him before she finally took a seat opposite the Detective, curling her feet under herself on the chocolate leather sofa. She sighed as her eyes flickered around, looking for any sign of the invasion of her home that would have taken place...at some point in at least the past few weeks. "How long do you intend to "keep and eye on me" then?" she asked softly, running her fingers through her hair as her gaze returned to the man opposite her.


Amy eyed the prisoner cautiously for his compliance before she let her stance relax and she opened the door. Despite her earlier efforts of trying to help him, she turned him around and pulled his arm behind his back, pressing her other hand firmly on the nape of his neck and holding him at arm's length. The armlock was a necessary precaution and though Amy was rough, she wasn't any rougher than the occasion called for. She motioned him into walking right down the corridor, shutting the door behind her with her foot. She was glad that she noticed the early six hundreds on her way there. "Sorry." she said tight-lipped and shaking her head. "I don't have the permission to do that...besides somebody would notice." She replaced him in his cell but before she left, she seemed to hesitate, as though she were about to ask him something but she seemed to changed her mind and instead shut and locked the door matter-of-factly. After that, she went grudgingly to report to White, stopping only to wash her hands and wipe down an obscure bloodstain on her shirt she had gotten from handling the prisoner.

 

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Shaun followed Rebecca at a slight distance. As he walked he discreetly began to fiddle with his ear piece, it would appear he was simply scratching his ear but he was really turning on its microphone. Now any convocation between Shaun and Rebecca would be heard and recorded by the surveillance team across the street. His eyes watching her closely, enjoying what he saw. He couldn’t deny she was attractive and knew how to flaunt her natural assets. Though his stares were still hidden behind his shades.

He sat down on the couch and relaxed slightly. "Black, strong and four sugars..." He replied casually, he needed the caffeine and sugar to help him stay awake. He hardly slept due to his demanding job that had taken over his life. As Rebecca joined him he took the coffee with a greatfull smile. "Thank you..." He brought the drink to his lips and carefully sipped the boiling content. He grinned at her question about the surveillance. "We will keep an eye on you for as long as my superiors think you are a problem..." He replied simply before blowing onto the hot liquid to try and cool it.

Olek grunted in disappointment at the prospect of getting no morphine. He simply made his way to his bed and laid down. He ached all other but was gradually beginning to get used to the extreme pain. His mental state though was surprisingly stable. Unlike most of the prisoners who would have gone crazy by now Olek seemed particularly calm as if he knew he wasn’t going to die in this place. It was more than hope it was a definite knowledge of freedom that kept him sain.

As Amy made her way to see White the two soldiers from the shower along with another soldier stood beside a truck. All three men eyed up their female comrade and casually began to wolf whistle and make provocative gesturing in her direction. "Alrite Darling!... fancy abit of 100% English beef!.." The 3rd soldier vulgarly grabbed his crotch as he shouted. Meanwhile White remained in his office awaiting Amy. He sat casually at his desk playing on a computer. He obviously had very little to do as he was currently watching pornography. He like his meant had been deprived of female company for a long time. His eyes watched longingly as a young women was raped. He was obviously aroused as he red faced, sweating and his cock was erect.

 

[Nixie]

"Hmn." Rebecca replied, obviously not happy with the response, but she didn't make any particular fuss or protest about it. She just tucked her hair behind her ear and looked at the detective as she propped her chin up on her hand. "Well I guess you're just doing your job..." she said with a sigh. "But then again, I'm just doing mine." her cold blue eyes twinkled with challenge, before that spark disappeared, replaced by weariness once more. "Why...why did George have to die? He wasn't a bad man...gullible, foolish, boring as hell perhaps," she said with a rueful grin. "But certainly not bad..." Rebecca trailed off for a second then shrugged. "What's done is done." she then got up to retrieve a cigarette box and a lighter from her jacket pocket. She sparked up, inhaling deeply and closing her eyes briefly before she exhaled the blue grey smoke from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were fixed on the detective, looking thoughtful and curious.

"So, Mr O'Neil...Detective O'Neil...how long do you plan to keep an eye on me then?" she asked, her eyebrows raising slightly as she walked back to her chair and resumed her previous position, fag in hand. "Hmm?" she prompted, stretching her long legs out on the sofa as she rested her head on the arm. She didn't appear to be bothered about him seeing her looking so relaxed and vulnerable. As far as she knew, the fuckers would be watching her when she showered. "So how long were you a Detective in the military before they booted you out to the civillians then?" she asked, taking another drag.

Amy rolled her eyes as she approached the three men. "Enjoy your shower?" she said cattily to the man whom she had punched. "So I take it you two were the ones who interrogated the prisoner, aye?" she said, addressing the two men she recognised. "Great fucking job..." she said dryly, wondering if they would miss the sarcasm and take it as a compliment. Her eyes turned to the third man, the one she didn't recognise and she considered ignoring him but the opportunity to shoot him, and possibly all three of them, down. Amy looked him up and down slowly- and not in a nice way at all.

"I'm a vegetarian." she said in an equally dry tone as she turned away and continued to make her to White's office.
Holding back a reluctant sigh, she stepped in. She took the key from her pocket and placed it on the edge of his desk.
"Sir. The prisoner was returned without problem or interference, sir." she said, noting curiously how he looked hot and sweaty when it was windy as hell outside.
"Pardon sir, but are you feeling all right?"

 

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Shaun casually ignored Rebecca's questioning as if she wasn’t even speaking his eyes still hidden behind the black shades as his eyes continued to enjoy the sight before them. He drank his coffee slowly enjoying every mouth full. "You have a nice house here?... must have cost alot?... It would be a shame for you to lose it..." He finally spoke, in a intimidating manner. He had the power to take anything from her even her life. He could take away her job, her home, her belongings anything if he wished. Anything to keep her in her place. This little outburst was only caused by her asking about his career. A subject close to his heart and close to his dead wife. Rebecca had hit a nerve, the only thing that could bother Shaun was his wife. The terrorist attack that killed her was one he was trying to prevent. He felt as though he had let her down and for so long after wards he was extremely depressed. Until he got over it and was assigned to the Police. He casually finished his coffee and set the empty mug on the coffee table. "Thank you for the Coffee, I will see myself out.." He added with a more calmer slightly hurt tone. Right now all he could think about was his dead wife and the explosion that took her away from him. He abruptly stood up almost stumbling as he turned away and made his way to the door.

The three soldiers ignored Amy's remarks and casually got back to unloading the truck. As Amy entered White's office he was quick to turn off his monitor and make himself look presentable. He nodded in response. "I am ok, its just a little hot in here.." He replied dryly as he watched her. Unconsciously admiring her figure and biting his lower lip. He shook his head to stop himself. "Good, I hope the little polak bastard wasn’t to much trouble for you?... if the prisoners ever are feel free to give them a few smacks around the head!... don’t worry we edit out all the 'fun' on our surveillance footage..." White spoke in a sadistic manner as he continued to eye Amy up like she were a piece of meat.

 

[Nixie]

Rebecca smirked at his threat and tipped back her head, the cigarette between her lips pointing to the ceiling. "Point taken, Detective." she said, raising her hands in mock surrender. She twisted her body to lay on her side so she could look at him better. She finished her drink and placed it on the floor after she had flicked ash from her cigarette into the empty glass. Rebecca could tell she'd hit something personal from his reaction- it wasn't that hard to see. But all the same, he was very sensitive for what his occupation was. "So you were in the military..." she said thoughtfully, revealing that she had an answer to her unanswered question. "Interesting." she finished, exhaling again, sending tendrils of the ghostly substance spiralling up to the ceiling. Her words always seemed double-edged but she made no giveaway as to what her true meaninf was as she watched him stand to leave. "Oh your welcome, Detective, anytime. After all, you know where to find me." her tone was icy this time and she didn't move until he was out of her house.

Rebecca wanted to cry, she wanted to blame herself for George's death and she wanted to scream with frustration, but she didn't because she knew thet were watching. Instead, she flicked on the television and finished her cigarette, but she didn't seem to be watching the screen even though she was looking at it. No, she was thinking. After about half an hour she picked up her telephone and called her boss.

"Hi, Johnson, yeah it's me Rebecca...Sorry to disturb you while your eating, but I just wanted to let you know that extra story I was looking at turned out to be worthless...yeah, my lead was a, um, dead end, shall we say...Of course, but could you do me a favour? Could you get Kyle or someone to do background search on a certain Detective Samuel O'Neil. Works for the police, used to be Detective rank in the military....yeah I know. But could you get Kyle to contact me if he gets any matching results- or no matching results, that'll be just as helpful...Love interest? Haha, interest yes, love no. No, no...call it a personal folly, yeah, an old friend...Okay, cheers Johnson, enjoy your meal.." Rebecca hung up, well aware that everything that had been said was recorded. Rebecca found this man interesting, she also found it interesting how easily he had given his name to her when he refused to answer everything else...and she like learning about things that interested her. It was what made her good at what she did. Besides, they had never been specific about her research.

Tired, Rebecca turned in for an early night. Not that she slept.

Amy eyed her suprerior suspiciously when he wasn't looking but she quickly returned her expression to normal when he addressed her. "I doubt he could be a problem to anyone considering the state he's in, sir." Amy remarked, careful to keep her tone steady and indifferent. "Thank you sir." she added to his offer of her being able to give the prisoners a "smack around the head". They had definitely given the man she had just seen more than a smack around the bloody head.

Acutely aware of the fact that his gaze was not directed her eyes and infact a little lower, Amy cleared her throat and shifted uncomforatbly. "Right then, sir, if there'll be nothing else..." she trailed off, eager to be gone.

 

[xMILENKOx]

The next morning Shaun woke up with major hangover. He had left Rebecca's house in a strange mood. She had hit a nerve and got him where it hurts. Now his years on the wagon had been wasted as he lay on his sofa stinking of whiskey. A empty bottle of Black Bushmills Irish whiskey lay on the floor next to the sofa. Shaun had in the past always used alcohol to numb the pain and it had seemed Rebecca had pushed him back to that dark place. He lay clad in yesterday’s shirt and trousers. His tie lay on the floor as did his jacket and shoes. He left Rebecca's house and went straight to an off licence to get his whiskey. He then returned home and hit the bottle hard. Photographs of his dead wife were scattered on the floor. His stereo silent as it had long finished playing her favourite album. An ash tray sat on the coffee table over flown with ash which looked like a plane crash.

He opened his eyes slowly as he rubbed his pounding head. His mouth was dry and all he could taste was a mixture of whiskey and vomit. A single tear rolled down his cheek as a wave of shame washed over him. He refused to move and just lay still. He looked to his watch, it was 2:36pm, and he was usually up at 6:00am sharp. He reached over for his mobile phone which sat on the coffee table. The screen was flooded with alerts of missed calls, voice messages and text message from those he worked with and for. He put the phone back down and still refused to move. His world seemed to stop still, as he lay back staring up to the ceiling.

Still slight embarrassed, White nodded and waved his and at her as if to sweep her out the room. "Yes, yes that is all..." He added as he continued to watch her. It had been so long since he saw a women let alone been alone with one. In his mind he undressed her and made up for all the time he had spent without the joys of a women’s flesh. He wanted her and when the time was right he would have her.

 

[Nixie]

Rebecca stepped out of the bathroom completely naked, beads of moisture clinging to her toned, skin, as if never wanting to leave it. She walked around fully exposed, her hair damp and sticking to the nape of her neck, her breasts jiggling freely as she walked down the stairs. Rebecca couldn't say she was comfortable with complete strangers watching her but it was obvious that they had been watching her activities for quite a while and she was damned if she was going to let them affect and invade her life one hundred per cent. She would carry on as normal like she always did- an normal consisted of walking around her home in the nuddy.

In the kitchen, she was drinking orange juice from the carton when the phone rung. She picked up. "Morning Kyle...no, nothing really...oh yeah?...well that's interesting....No, that's perfect. Thank you, thanks very much...okay...bye." Smirking, Rebecca hung up. She replaced the orange juice and lit a cigarette. Leaning against the counter, she almost shouted at any microphone that may or may not have been there. "Call your boss- the guy with the glasses...O'Neil. Tell him I need to talk to him...you have my number." Rebecca glared around the room before blowing out a stream of smoke before going back upstairs to dress.

Today she wouldn't have to do the whole reporter thing until later, so Rebecca decided to throw on a pair of dark blue jeans and plain white vest top. She let her hair dry naturally so it was a little wavier, and she wore no make up. In truth, Rebecca didn't like the feel of the stuff on her face but when you were on national television, you were on national television. She threw a black business shirt on over the white vest top but left it hanging open- it was a little too large for her and infact, it looked like it hand belonged to a man.

Dressed, Rebecca grabbed a book and went downstairs into the living room to entertain herself until Mr O'Neil decided to show up.

Eager to be out and away from that uncomfortable situation, Amy bobbed her head before scuttling out of the room. Once out, she looked over her shoulder and nearly let out a sigh of relief. She limped back along the path but slowly, reluctant to run into those soldiers again. Amy shook her head and told herself she was being stupid and she would have to learn to deal with the new situation. Biting her lip, she passed the place where the guards had been but they were no longer there, so she went to the barracks in hope of finding someone to point her in the direction of the gym. Amy felt sure that they had a gym or somewhere of the sorts to work out- otherwise she was bugggered.

 

[xMILENKOx]

Shaun groaned as his phone rang again. This time he answered it. "Murphy, yeah Iam not coming into day Iam sick... what she called you?.. She wants to speak to me?... gah!... ok ok I will go see her... keep up the good work.. cya.." He ended the call and set his phone back down on the coffee table. He eventually stood up and made his way into his bathroom. He casually showered trying to make himself appear and feel more human. Once washed he got dressed into a clean shirt, suit and tie. It wasn’t long till he was out of the door and in his Jeep. About a hour later he arrived at Rebecca's home. He pulled up outside and made his way to her door. He rang the door bell and waited patiently.

As Amy entered the Barracks she was greeted by the three soldiers from earlier. They were quick to move in on her with two grabbing an arm each and the third grabbing her legs. Without a word the three men carried her into the shower room. The then dropped her onto the cold tile floor. Two of them held her down while the third began to pull at her clothes. "You’re not so fucking smart now are you, you jock cunt!..." Shouted the man he was sat on top of her straddling her as he pulled away at her clothing and soon revealing her bra clad chest.

 

[Nixie]

"Finally..." Rebecca murmured as she stood, glancing out of the window to check that it was a Detective. After assuring herself, she stubbed out her cigarette and dog-eared the page she was on before walking through the hall and opening the door. Her eyebrows rose at what she saw when she did open the door. "Nice suit..." she mumbled, opening it wide enough for him to step in. She shut the door behind him but stood leaning against it, just looking at him. She seemed to be making her mind up about something before she just cocked her head and shrugged to herself before leading him once more through to the kitchen.

"You look like shit." she commented, flicking on the kettle and leaning against the counter while she waited. When her eyes came upon him this time they were hard and accusing, much colder than her icy orbs usually were. "You lied." It wasn't a question. It was a statement, a fact. "You are not Samuel O'Neil." her eyes didn't lose any of their hardness while she turned to make her tea and his coffee, exactly the way he had asked for it the day before. "I don't understand why you would feel the need to give me a false identity, but you did anyway and that's made me curious...bad luck old chap." she said pushing the coffee towards him.

Rebecca leaned back against the counter and gave him that look again, her calculating eye drifting from his feet to his face slowly and openly. "So as it turns out, you know everything about me and I know nothing about you except your a Detective, your name isn't Sam O'Neil and you stare at my arse when you think I'm not looking." she smirked, raising an eyebrow with a hint of challenge. "Well, you did yesterday anyway." she shrugged, sipping her tea.

"I'd like to know something about the man who has been heading the team who have been watching my every move for God knows how long. I think that's fair don't you? For all I know you might not be working with the Government..." she shrugged again. "And if you are what you claim to be, look at it this way: so long as I'm being nosy at you, I'm not being nosy at that Government's business."


The phrase 'out of the frying pan and into the fire' came to mind for Amy as she kicked and bucked furiously. This was not happening, this could not be happening. As was to be expected, just like shown in the shower earlier, her body was fine and toned but she was stull a busty woman with curves in the all the right places. Amy gasped and wriggled, her excursions causing her hair to fall from it's tie. It was soft and still slightly damp and obscured some of her skin from the men. "Fuck off you prick! Go shag your boyfriends.." she growled back, making to nut the fucker.