‘Ass hole’ Mutters Shaw

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his mobile phone. He looks at the menu in anticipation.

‘Still no messages, what’s going on Nathan?’ Shaw asks himself

He puts the phone back into his pocket and pours himself another drink.

Thirty Eight

Nathan’s eyes open to a circle of humanity surrounding him, all looking down at him while he lies on floor catching his breath. His vision is blurry, unclear. He immediately realises what is going on. The pain in his jaw reminds him of the punch that he suffered not too long ago. The ominous crowd reminds him of where he is. Blurry vision or not, a few dozen guns pointed at his face is enough to make him snap out of his daze. The guards keep their guns drawn at Nathan as he slowly sits up with his hands raised.

‘Relax fellas’ Says Nathan calmly

The butt end of an AK47 strikes Nathan’s face knocking him back to the ground. Dirt splatters onto his face from the impact. He spits out a bloody tooth. The pain is back again.

‘Shut the hell up!’ says the AK47 swinging guard

Connor Chase pushes his way through the circle of animals surrounding Nathan, gun in hand. His pack smiles at his presence, cheering and jeering as he signals them for quiet.

‘Looks like you’re a bit banged up there Nathan my boy!’ laughs Chase

Nathan scrambles back up to a seated position.

‘Ah ah ah, don’t you move!’ Says Chase

Nathan bares his surroundings and scans the area for an escape route, none found. He doesn’t like his chances. He closes his eyes preparing for the worst.

‘Look at me!’ Says Chase

Nathan follows the order and looks Connor square in the eyes.

‘That’s better. Now I know that this may come as a shock to you, but you are being held prisoner now.’

‘No shit’ says Nathan

The guard with the AK47 kicks Nathan in the face sending him back down to the ground with a thud.

Connor puts his arm in front of the guard’s chest to stop him pouncing on Nathan.

‘Not yet Mike, You’ll have your fun I promise you that!’

The guard called Mike grunts in understanding.

‘Looks like we have a problem Nathan, It seems that my crew have taken a disliking to you. I’m not quite sure why that is; maybe you can shed some light on the matter.’

Nathan once again sits himself back up; now blood is pouring out of his mouth like a waterfall spurting out of a rock face. He wipes his bloody mouth off with his dirty sleeve and takes a deep breath.

‘I don’t follow’ Says Nathan

‘I’m sure you don’t. I’ll fill you in, you see Nathan my men are good hard working men. You could say they pull their weight around here, and maybe you don’t. I think that could be a good enough reason. I don’t know maybe you left the toilet seat up and someone needed a crap and they had to take the time out of their day to put the damn seat down. Maybe you pissed on the seat, so when they did manage to get the seat down they had pissy hands for all of their hard work!’

The surrounding men chuckle at Chase’s remark; he turns to his men and gives them a stern look that stopped the chuckling dead in its tracks.

‘As I was saying, maybe you’re just an ass hole and nobody quite likes you. I can reason with that, I have noticed that you have one of those faces that I just want to punch…no offence of course. Could it be that reason Nathan? Is it because you have a stupid face?’

Nathan shrugs his shoulders in confusion.  Chase’s face fills with rage and he cocks his gun.

‘Answer me god dammit!’

He points the gun in Nathans direction, the cold barrel touches Nathans scull and sends shivers down his spine.

‘I don’t know why they don’t like me!’ Nathan pleads

Chase pulls out a mobile phone from his pocket, Nathan’s mobile phone. Nathan’s Adams apple sinks deep into the back of his throat.

‘I believe you left something on the operating table next to poor old Hodgey, God rest his soul. Why have you got a mobile phone on you? I told everybody when they started that mobile phones are not allowed on the job. Outside communication with the world is prohibited. It could jeopardise the mission. Why do you have the phone?’

Nathan says nothing, just stares down at the floor.

‘Okay fine, don’t tell me, you’re only hurting your self boy!’

Chase clicks the buttons on the phone, skimming through the contents displayed on the small LED screen. He stops at the messages and reads them. He takes a good five minutes giving Nathan time to soak in what he thinks is his last breath.  Chase smiles and nods as if the messages were answering his questions. He throws the phone on to the floor and stamps on it, obliterating the device in no more than two stomps. The debris from the phone splinters on the impact of the stomp and hits Nathan in the face. He doesn’t blink, just keeps staring at Connor who by now is licking his lips.

‘Interesting messages you got there Nathan, interesting messages indeed.’

Connor smiles once more, making his intentions clear as he paces from side to side. Nathan braces himself. Connor kicks. Nathan’s vision goes black. No sound. No sight. Knocked out.

Thirty Nine

Crystal undoes her blouse, slowly and meaningfully as the smooth velvet falls off of her curvaceous bust, she grabs Jason by the belt, looking deep into his eyes, deep into his soul. She undoes the belt, pulling it out of the braces that hold Jason’s trousers up. The sound turns her on. It’s a whizzing sound, a sort of whoosh that sends shivers up her neck as her hair brushes up against his chest. She’s on her knees, pulling down his trousers. Taking off the belt was supposed to make the ordeal easier; his erect penis is stopping the pulling motion. She is wanting and what she wants is Jason in her mouth. She can’t stand the wait. She tugs the trousers down harder. He lets out a whimper.

‘Damn that hurts’ He says

She looks up at him, her eyes saying “so what”. He smiles down at her as he helps her undo his trousers, helping her pull them down. They fall to his ankles, she watches as the hairs on his legs stand on end. She gasps in air as she finally sees his hard penis staring straight at her, inviting her in. She opens her beautiful mouth and grabs it, pulling it closer to her until she feels it enter. She feels full. He grabs her hair tight, bunching it up as he is being pleased. She moans as she takes every thrust deeply in her mouth. He thrusts harder as he grabs at her breasts. They feel firm and hard as he thrusts even harder. Her knees start to hurt rubbing against the small train toilet floor. He stops looking at her as he raises his head up and looks at the ceiling.

She gives an acknowledging moan as she grabs his penis with both hands. She sucks in hard as she rubs him at the same time. He grabs the side wall nearly ripping the mirror off as he releases in her mouth. She embraces the warm liquid. She looks up at him with devious and sexy eyes. She knows he enjoyed it. He continues to stare at the ceiling as he convulses in pleasure, finally looking down at her with nothing but euphoria in his eyes

Forty

Officer Mullins is sat in the patrol car waiting for his partner to come back from the coffee shop. The radio in the car starts to go off. Mullin’s reaches for it.

‘Car 765 receiving over’ Says Mullins

‘Car 765 we have a confirmed sighting of suspect Frank McKenzie spotted entering the industrial area in downtown Boston. He was spotted in a dark blue Ford Capri. Suspect is presumed armed and dangerous, approach with caution.’ Says the voice on the radio

‘Shit’ Shouts Mullins.

He sounds the horn and sirens for a few seconds to catch the attention of his partner in the coffee shop. His partner is chatting up a waitress when he turns around and notices Mullin’s signalling him. The officer rushes out of the shop and makes his way to the patrol car. He enters the car out of breath.