Stopping a Gunrunner [with Wolfy]

[solitaryman]

The city was bustling at this time of the year. Not only was it a tourist attraction for a lot of out of towners come to visit the many historical attractions, but it also was the destination of hundreds of college students and coeds during spring break. Plenty of concerts, parties, and shopping galore were available for all the visitors.

Down at the docks, though, was another side of the city that the police have tried to close down but have had no success. Along Pier 33 was the facilities of Santiago Salvage and Shipping. Owned by Manuel Santiago, his office in the top floor of a huge warehouse, he managed a large salvage business, taking in scrap metal and recyling it for new use. He also had the contract for the harbor tugs, which provided help for the numerous merchant ships that left and entered the harbor for discharge and loading of their cargo. He also owned a merchant ship of his own, the Ning PO, a merchant ship under Japanese flag but its captain took his orders and his salary from Santiago.

Santiago sat behind his desk in his office, a large oak hand crafted desk with a highback executive chair. The office furniture, hutch, and other chairs were also handcrafted oak. His desk was neatly organized with files for the legitmate side of the business, and he paroused through each file, signing off where he needed to. His 'illegitimate' files were kept in an office hutch off to the right of his desk. It was secured using a combination cyphon lock. His tailor made black suit coat hung on the back of his chair. He was dressed otherwise in a white button down shirt, matching tie, business vest, and black pants. He ran his right hand through his medium length black hair, his brown eyes studied the file in front of him.

That was the legitmate side of the business. The illegitimate side of house involved a huge gunrunning operation, where crates of weapons of various types, calibers, as well as ammunition were procured, stolen, or both, and then crated and packed for delivery to terrorist cells or whoever was able to pay the price for them. Santiago was also into human trafficking, prostitution and a protection racket where he extorted thousands of dollars from owners of small shops and warehouses around the docks and the city blocks that bordered on the waterfront.

 

[Wolfy]

Natasha was at her desk, riffling paperwork. She looked back at her boss in his office. She'd been undercover as a secretary for a week now and she'd yet to manage any real evidence against the dirt-bag. He was a careful man.

She'd dressed for day in a pair of tight jeans and tank, enough to keep his eyes on the spots she wanted. Natasha had a hunch that he either kept the files she needed in his office, or in the locked cabinet in his personal breakroom, but she'd been unsuccessful in finding out so far.

He didn't seem to be the type to be involved in anything major, most likely petty-crimes, or bad book keeping, but her boss was fixed on the idea that he was a major player in the underground.

So far she wasn't impressed.

Still, if she wanted to be taken seriously back at the station, she had to prove herself somehow or another.

 

[solitaryman]

Santiago finished looking through the first stack of files. He got up from his desk and brought them out to the outer office where his secretary was sitting. He admired her tight lowrider jeans and noticed they definitely hugged below her hips, and noticed her tank rode up her back as he put the files on the right edge of her desk.

"Here you got Natahsa, I got the first stack done. You can separate what needs to be sent out and then file the copies and put the files away. The 'legitimate' files were kept in a row of file cabinets along the far wall in the outer office." Then he looked out the window on the right wall of the office that enabled him to see what was going on down on the warehouse floor. The tinted one way window extended along the whole length of the two upstairs offices.

Santiago went back into his office and then came back out, wearing a white hardhat. He looked at her, "Ill be down on the floor Natasha. If there are any calls for me, you can page me on the PA system." Then, Santiago went out of the outer office and down the stairway. He walked onto the warehouse floor and went around to look at the various packing jobs that were being done.

 

[Wolfy]

The spunky little detective waited until she was sure his footsteps had faded down the hall, biding her time with the paperwork before setting out to explore the office. Quietly she set about looking for anything unusual. She combed in the files, but found nothing interesting, or worthwhile.

Frowning she turned back to the paperwork, shifting it into it's proper paperwork, her eyes combing the names and addresses,. Nothing. She let out a sigh, and leaned back in the chair. Of course it wouldn't be that easy.

Jiggling the knob she thought for a moment. Given enough time she could pick it, more than likely. However, getting that kind of privacy during work hours would prove difficult. She bit her lip thinking... If she could convince him to let her work late tonight, organizing her desk and getting the computer set up, she'd have enough time to pick the lock, slip in and out and have none the wiser.

She grinned. That would show everyone at work she could take care of herself. She wasn't just a pretty face, she was a detective damnit.

 

[solitaryman]

Santiago walked around the warehouse floor for a while. It was something he did at least once a week, depending on how much the paperwork kept him glued to the desk. He even walked outside on the pier via the large open garage door to the warehouse. He saw the loading dock was busy as a couple of trucks were parked there, and the fork lift operators were loading them with already processed orders. He took the clipboard from the floor manager and checked over the manifests, then signed off on them, and handed the clipboard back to the floor manager.

After he walked back inside the front portion of the warehouse, Santiago moved across the length of the warehouse floor towards the rear of the building. Behind a group of specially designed and stacked crates on pallets was a small aisle that was practically undetectable to normal inspection. He walked back the aisle and behind those pallets was a cyphon lock. Santiago put in the combination and a "click" was heard. He pushed on the wall and walked into the 'hidden' part of his business. Behind that wall was a similar assembly line as out in the front of the warehouse. Only, here was the process of assembling shipments of illegal weapons for the buyers that sought them. Santiago picked up a clipboard and saw that the shipment for the Legion of Doom was being processed. He also flipped up the page and saw that there were two other orders waiting to be processed. He looked over at one of his lieutenants, "Cito the LOD is supposed to be picking up this shipment. Is it ready?" Cito Ruiz, his overseer of the back room, of Hispanic origin, about 5'6" tall, thin but muscular build, with black hair and hazel eyes, wearing a smock over his pull over golf shirt untucked over his blue jeans, and wearing workboots suited for the warehouse, walked over to Santiago, "Si, Mr. Santiago, it will be ready."

Santiago nodded, and then put down the clipboard. He glanced around the room, and then went back out the way he enter. After making sure the secret door was secure, he walked out from behind the pallets, and then towards the stairs leading up stairs to his office, nobody knowing that he had even been back there, because of everyone being so busy out front. He walked into the outer office as he took off the hard hat, and headed towards the doorway leading into this office.

 

[Wolfy]

Natasha could hear footsteps approaching and hurriedly walked back to her desk and sat down, turning her attention back to her cover duties. She chucked inside, this job would be well over and done before anyone at the station even realized she was on vacation like she'd requested. What would her boss say to her if she could discover and bring down an entire criminal operation by herself? Promotion? A raise as well? Her head was dancing with dreams of respect and honor as she started work. Things would be diffrent after the next few days. She was sure of it. Little did she know just how true those thoughts would be.

 

[solitaryman]

Natasha could hear footsteps approaching and hurriedly walked back to her desk and sat down, turning her attention back to her cover duties. She chucked inside, this job would be well over and done before anyone at the station even realized she was on vacation like she'd requested. What would her boss say to her if she could discover and bring down an entire criminal operation by herself? Promotion? A raise as well? Her head was dancing with dreams of respect and honor as she started work. Things would be diffrent after the next few days. She was sure of it. Little did she know just how true those thoughts would be.

Santiago walked into his office, and put the hardhat on the top of the hutch behind his desk. He came out into the outer office with his empty coffee cup and poured some coffee and then added cream. After he stirred his coffee with a spoon, he smiled at Natasha as he went back into his office. He sipped on his coffee as he sat down, put the coffee cup on a coaster, and then took another stack of files and started to look over them. He eventually finished all the files that needed review and brought them out to Natasha to refile, or forward the paperwork that he signed.

 

[Wolfy]

Natasha's day went smoothy for the most part, almost boring. She'd always hated deskwork, and began to wonder after all this work if she'd just ended up wasting her time. When it was time to close up and Santiago was getting ready she had an idea.

"Um, Mr. Santiago, I was wondering if I could go ahead and get a jump on tomorrow's workload. I have an appointment and I was hoping to be able to get ahead enough to take a little extra time on my lunch get it taken care of." her heart raced as she finished, watching him carefully. Would he buy it?

 

[solitaryman]

Santiago had locked up his desk, and the hutch that had the files for the illegitimate side of his business in them. He put on his suit coat and adjusted it, and walked out of his office. He looked at Natasha as he listened to her request, "That would be nice. The Randall Marquis Enterprises and Nakamoto Coorporation files need to be ready for tomorrow as I have a meeting with there representatives, so I'll be tied up tomorrow. If you wise to do the prep work and have it on my desk when I come in, that would be great."

Santiago smiled as he walked out of the outer office, "Have a nice evening Natasha, and thank's for your good work." He then walked down the stairs and disappeared out onto the main warehouse floor. He talked to the floor manager for a moment, as the second shift was coming on. He then walked out of the warehouse via the side door, got into his car, and left the pier.

 

[Wolfy]

Natasha quickly got up, spilling out her purse contents, including her badge all over the desk. Finding the tools she needed she got on her knees next to the door to his office and started picking the lock. It was slow work, but eventually she heard a satisfied click, and the door swung open. Quickly she stood up and flicked on the office light. Spotting the desk and filing cabinet she briefly looked around the desk, then started picking the lock on the cabinet.

She grinned when she heard the satisfying click and the drawer came open. Thumbing in the files she suddenly looked disappointed. File after file she only found business reports and stock print outs. Was this all a waist?

Letting out a sigh, she opened the last drawer, pausing for a moment. Why did this drawer look so much shorter? Shining her flashlight into the back she let out a gasp. It stopped nearly 2/3rds of the way back. With some effort she slid the drawer out completely, and removed a set of files hidden in the back. She smiled. "Bingo."

 

[solitaryman]

The second shift continued to work on the main warehouse floor, after Santiago left. The assembly line that was working was getting the final packaging done on the shipment that went out tomorrow on a freighter headed for Singapore. The assembly workers were busy and did not notice the light to Santiago's office on that could be seen in the window at the upper level.

Meanwhile in the back end where the arms shipments and other illegitimate contraband was handled, Cito was going over an order for weapons and ammunition for the Legion of Doom. He made sure that the order was fully processed. He always did inventory before pronoucing it ready to be picked up. He looked at the clipboard and scratched his head, "Hmmmm...missing a page to the order, I wonder if the boss has it up in his office." He sat the clipboard down and went out of the back end of the warehouse, via the secret entrance, and made his way out onto the main warehouse floor.

As he walked out from behind the crates and pallets hiding the secret entrance and onto the main warehouse floor, he glanced up and saw the light on in Santiago's office. He knew the boss had left as he had stopped in to talk to Cito before he departed. Since he had to check on where that missing page to the mainifest was, he decided to head upstairs. He walked up the stairs and as he got closer to the outer office, the more suspicious he got. He opened the door to the outer office and walked inside, quietly, and saw Santiago's office door open. He knew his boss always locked up before he left and that he had the only other key to the door. He slipped over to the door, and peeked in the office.

 

[Wolfy]

"Oh man, oh man." she whispered, checking the files in her hands. "Drugs? Guns? How much is this crooked guy got covered up down here?" she continued to pour over the documents, grinning to herself. "More than enough evidence to take him down that's for sure." as she continued to snoop, she found another separate folder, and started looking into it, letting out a gasp she took out another folder, and another.

Her new 'boss' want just selling contraband. He was selling people. Slaves.

 

[solitaryman]

Cito continued to watch Natasha as she took out file after file from the hidden drawer in the hutch. He knew that his boss had dealt with those files themselves, and they were not for secretaries eyes. Only he and Santiago had any access to the office and files after hours. As he continued to watch her, he glanced back for a moment and saw a lot of items from her purse laying all over her desk top. One item in particular gave off a small shiny reflection from the light. He crept over quietly to her desk and started to look over the items on her desk, the empty purse beside the shiny item. Cito gritted his teeth when he saw the shiny item, a badge, a COP's badge. No wonder she was so interested, she was a cop and if she got wind of that evidence to her superiors, Manny Santiago would be taken off the streets for a very long time.

Cito put the badge in his jacket pocket and then crept back over to the doorway into Santiago's office. His boss's name was on a label that was secured on the middle of the outside door. Cito crept inside the office. He kept his eyes focused on her as he moved like a cat through the office. He had been in here numerous times, so he knew all the places where noise could be made while walking. As he snuck up behind Natasha, he slipped a blackjack out of the right rear pocket of his blue jeans and under his suit jacket. He gripped the black jack by its handle in his right hand, slipped up behind her, raised it in the air about shoulder high, and then..KLUNKKKKKKKK..bonked her across the back of her head with the blackjack.

 

[Wolfy]

Natasha was gleeful at everything she was looking at. She never figured it would have been this easy. Hell she should have tried this a week ago.
Suddenly a shiver went up her spine as her detective reflexes kicked it, she glanced at the ground, a shadow was right behind her.

Before she could so much as move after that, a hard object crashed down on her head, and she fell to the ground like a puppet with it's strings cut, the file tumbling out of her hands and falling to the ground, the paperwork scattered around her crumpled frame.

 

[solitaryman]

Cito smiled as he looked down at her, and put the blackjack back in his right rear jeans pocket, his unbuttoned jacket covered the rear pockets of his jeans. He leaned down and picked up the paperwork from the file that was in her hands when he knocked her out. He smiled as it happen to belong to the Legion of Doom. The missing page of the manifest was on the floor beside her left hand. He set it on the side of Santiago's desk and then cleaned up the rest of the paperwork that fell out of the file. Once he got the files back in the drawer, he shut the drawer and locked it again.

Afterwards, he looked down at Natasha. He had talked to her a couple of times since she had been hired, and thought she was quite hot and a good worker, but the badge he found now changed everything. He used his left boot to roll her over on her back. He noticed her arms moved over her head, and that caused her top to ride high up on her, fully exposing her belly and her belly button, a deep inny the size of a quarter and stretched in a vertical oval. He then crouched down beside her and started to search her as he checked her pockets and looked for hidden weapons or other ID.

 

[Wolfy]

Natasha's pockets were found empty of most anything, having stored most belongings in the purse. He did however find a small thumbdrive tucked into a hidden pocket, that, unknown to him, carried both files pertaining to her agency. As he continued to search her, her head rolled around to the side, mouth falling open in a soft painful moan.

 

[solitaryman]

Cito had almost finished searching her when he came upon a hidden pocket in her pants. He found an object, that resembled a thumbnail drive, and held it in his right hand as he looked it over. He sat it on Santiago's desktop, along with her badge, that he had found out on her desk with the other articles in her purse. Cito opened a door at the back of Santiago's office, near where the hutch, and then grabbed each of her arms with his hands. He dragged her out of Santiago's office and into the back room, that his boss used to just chill out and relax. He looked down at her as he went to shut the door, and saw her pants now rode below her waist, and about seven inches of exposed belly between the bottom of her stretched belly button and the top of her trouser's waistline. He glance over at the table and smiled, as he had an idea.

He lifted Natasha onto the table, and then started to strip her top off over her head and then off her arms, and let it drop on the floor. He also unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and slid them down off her sexy legs, her aqua thong just barely covering her crotch, and her socks and shoes also came off when Cito took off her trousers. After a soft thud from her shoes dissipated in the room, Cito spread her out on the table, her arms over her head and legs towards the nearest corner of the table. He took out some lengths of rope that he knew Santiago kept in a drawer. He tied each of her wrists securely to the nearest corner of the table and did the same to her ankles. He then put a piece of duck tape over her mouth to keep her quiet for now.

After leaving the back room, Cito picked up the thumbdrive, her badge and the missing page of the manifest for the LOD order. he stopped out at Natasha's desk, sat those three items aside, and then started to go through the articles that were dumped out of her purse onto the desktop.

 

[Wolfy]

The Detective's head rolled to the side, a low painful groan squeaked out from the tape covering Natasha's mouth. Slowly her eyelids fluttered open, revealing the deep green pools within. Her red curls fell in-front of her face, and she instinctively tried to blow them away.

A low mmph came next, What's going on?
she thought, and tried to sit up, her heart starting to race when she couldn't move her arms or legs. She looked around her, seeing her body clad only in her underwear, and tightly secured to what looked like a table.

 

[solitaryman]

Cito returned some time later, and smiled as she had come to. The LOD shipment was loaded and long gone, and he had brought the completed manifest to include in the file in the hutch. He walked over to the table and looked down at Natasha. His left hand moved her red curls away from her face. He admired the aqua thong she was wearing, which now barely covered her crotch. About seven to eight inches separated the top of her thong from the bottom her her stretched deep inny belly button.

"I see you have awaken, and I hope you are...uncomfortable..." Cito chuckled softly as his left hand moved down over her breasts and nipples. He squeezed her firm nipples softly, and then held up her badge in his right hand. "I sure hope you can explain this, which I'm sure you can but Mr. Santiago will not believe you. You have a lot of questions to answer once he gets here." He put the badge back in his jacket pocket, then his right hand took out a cheap priced Bic pen. He used the black cover on the writing part of the pen as he moved it along inside her cleavage and then started to circle her belly button in a counterclockwise motion. Then moved the covered point inside her belly button and circled counterclockwise. He smiled and then removed the pen and his left hand started to feel the inside of her thighs and moved up inside her crotch. He maneuvered the pen point cover down to the top of her thong, and moved it slightly away from her skin to take a look.

 

[Wolfy]

Her entire body tense up at his touch, a stream of muffed mmphs and umphs in protest escaping her gag. Enraged by his attitude she tried to yank and pull at her restraints, only moving a hair in any direction, she arched her back up and slammed it back down angrily. Her eyes darted to the badge and she swallowed hard, sudden chill running down her spine. None the less she glared back at the man, and glanced down at the pen, moving her thong out. Just who do you think you are? she thought, enraged by his care-free attitude, and his eager hands exploring her helpless body.

 

[solitaryman]

Cito smiled as he let her thong slide back against her crotch. He moved the pen back around her belly button, and then put it away. His right hand took hold of the tape gag and ripped it from her mouth. He laughed at her reaction and then carressed her hair again with his left hand, "Suppose you try your excuses on me before the boss arrives, and we can see what chances you got convincing him to let you go. He leaned down and then his tongue licked her firm breasts and nipples as well as her cleavage. He enjoyed the taste of her skin as well as the sweat that had formed from her struggling. He paused and looked at her, "Better get used to all this attention Natasha, where you will be, a lot of hands will touch you and a lot of fingers will walk all over your sexy body."

 

[Wolfy]

The spunky little detective swallowed hard. "W-what are you talking about, cop? Do I look like a cop to you?" she screamed. "Look I was just curious alright? I dont know who the hell you are or you think you are but I'll forget anything like this ever happened and just disapear you let me go a-right?" she lied.

 

[solitaryman]

Cito smiled as he listened, "You know about curiosity, it killed the cat, and this case its a Natasha," he smirked as his right hand moved over her breasts and nipples, and pinched her nipples so she could feel it, "and there still is the question about this badge in your purse as well a little thumb drive I found when I searched you."

He walked around the table and admired her sexy legs spread out as well as her aqua thong barely covering her crotch. "A lot of people don't look like cops, but they are, so that' kinda lame what you said." He leaned down into her face, "I'll be back after I run the number on this badge, and then we will see if you are a cop, or just happened to pick pocket this from somebody else." He kissed her lips and then licked her nipples, biting them softly before he left the room.

 

[Wolfy]

Natasha growled after he had left. She tried to wiggle and squirm against her bindings, moving mere centimeters, and causing the ropes to bite harder into her skin. Her stomach twisted angrily at herself for getting in this mess. What could she do now? He had to let her out eventually for something, she could strike at him then.

But what was he planing int he mean time? He wouldn't be able to line up a seller for her so soon, those things take time right? She wondered. She could get out of here long before that, she was sure of it - then again she'd also been sure that this job would be easy.

 

[solitaryman]

Some time passed and Cito returned to the room. He walked over to the table, and watched her struggle against her bonds. He admired her belly button stretching in all directions, and then took the edge of her badge and started to move it around her belly button, then over her firm nipples. "Guess what I found out, I ran this badge number and zingo, it belongs to you. " He held up a printout with her picture and basic information that was included. "Won't Mr. Santiago be surprised that this cute, sexy girl he hired as his secretary turns out to be a police officer. No matter, he will deal with you."

Cito leaned down and kissed her lips softly, and then put the duct tape back over her mouth. A couple of counterclockwise circles around her belly button with his right index finger, he left the room again, and waited for Mr. Santiago to show up, so he could share the information with him.