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Tokyo Terror: Beware the Red Dragon
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Now, don't get pessimistic!
You see! It is all professionally managed! What can go wrong now!?
Doragon
Tribune
First Tamiko, now Sherri, I wonder if this is the way they get most of their slaves.
windar
Teller of Tales
We are in the era of labor shortages so you find employees where you can. Soon, they may have to resort to recruiting slaves away from Pirate Cay with promises of bonuses and great retirement plans!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
The Ambassador should better return ASAP to Tokyo,
since, with all these secret and concealed operations by foreign agents on Japanese territory, there is a big diplomatic conflict involving the US and Sweden in the making, to my humble opinion!
twonines
LIMERICUS
Another establishment with a second Barbara Moore?
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
They keep multiplying!
FrankO
Executioner
A Barbiverse ... if you go with the Many Barbs Theory.
Chapter 35. Monday, 2 July, 11:48, Sex Slaves’ Quarters, basement of The Red Dragon Torture Dungeon Place, Kabukichō District, Tokyo
“May I have everyone’s attention,” shouted Kaneko as he abruptly entered the slave’s quarters.
Everyone looked up from their respective cages, some with more interest than others. It was lunchtime, after all, and the girls were occupied with digging into the bowls of steamed rice and fish cakes they’d received just minutes earlier.
“I’d like you to meet the newest addition to our troupe,” continued Kaneko. “We now have another American. Her name’s Sherri.”
That generated more interest. Attention was now directed at the naked woman, who stood somewhat behind and off to one side of Kaneko, hooded and shackled in cuffs and chains … as all Red Dragon sex slaves routinely were when moved about.
“Sherri, meet your slave sisters,” Kaneko declared as he removed her hood with a flourish to reveal her face. “From left to right, in the cages are Gun, Barb, Annika, Tamiko, Himari, Mei, Hyo-San, and the others.”
Sherri blinked. Then smiled wanly.
“Sherri is ready to join you girls. Sato acquired her yesterday. She’s been ‘initiated’ during the night in the usual Red Dragon fashion, hosed down and made presentable this morning. I’m sure she’s most anxious to meet all of you … or maybe not.”
He paused to laugh at his little joke before continuing on, “In any case, please introduce her to the do’s and don’t’s of life down here. Oh, and by the way, you’ll all be required to perform upstairs tomorrow evening. We’re preparing a new revolving stage tableau for the evening show up there. It’s by my own design and I’m quite proud of it, and since we’re short-handed upstairs these days, I’ve volunteered your services. Enjoy your lunch. I’ll be back soon to take you upstairs and show you exactly what will be expected of you.”
“Oh peachy,” muttered Barb.
“I heard that Moore! Bucking for time in the correction room are we? Make a note of that, Atushi. Barb gets a ‘level one’ correction tonight. For now, though, get Sherri into a cage and find her something to eat.”
Left alone the girls picked at their food in silence until Barb, who had been eyeing Sherri thoughtfully … but mindful of the bugs everyone knew were placed in the room … put her fingers to her lips to signal the need for silence. Then reaching through the bars of her cage, she wrote with her finger in the dust on the floor, ‘What’s your last name?’
The spelled out response came back, ‘Merriweather’.
‘My Dad sent you?” responded Barb, although she already knew the answer. She had never met her father’s congressional aide, but she had seen photo-op pics of Merriweather standing behind or alongside the Senator, and knew of her name.
‘Rescue soon’ was the curt reply.
Gun, who was watching as this played out, looked at Barb quizzically. Barb grinned and raised her eyebrows, and received a knowing smile in return. Ever observant, Annika too had caught on.
But the sound of approaching footsteps outside the room, quickly triggered a hasty erasing of the messaging and a return to eating.
And just in time as Kaneko, accompanied by his minions, strode into the room to set to the task of unlocking cages, dragging girls out onto the floor to be hooded, shackled and herded together, readied to ascend to the main floor above.
On reaching the Red Dragon’s spacious and sumptuously appointed main public lounge, the girls were shepherded over to the revolving stage where their hoods and shackles were removed. As they adjusted their vision to the bright kluge lights lights illuminating the stage they saw before them a newly constructed set that featured at its center a massive wooden hub from which four long and heavy wooden bars protruded in all directions, at roughly waist height, like the spokes on a wheel. Dangling on chains from each bar were two sets of metal cuffs. And suspended overhead was a large weathered-looking sign, with the words “Ye Olde Slave Mill” painted on with blood red paint.
“It will be your job tomorrow evening to put your backs into moving those bars,” explained Kaneko. “Two of you on each bar … that’ll be Barb, Gun, Annika, Tamiko … and the three Koreans, Himari, Mei, and Hyo-San, plus the new girl, Sherri. The three Malaysian girls will be stationed around the periphery, armed with whips for the purpose of spurring you on.”
“But this, being an upstairs show, the whipping will be faked, right?” said Himari.
“Well, yes and no. It’s to look realistic … that’s what our customers expect … which means enough force must be applied to make each lash sting sufficiently to force you to react … but no, not hard enough to break skin or anything like that. Makeup will be used to make your backsides look properly bruised and bloody. You’ll definitely feel the lashes and they will definitely spur you on to putting your backs into moving those bars. But no serious damage.”
“Peachy,” said Barb.
“Make that a level two rather than a level one correction for Moore this evening, Atushi. Now everyone take their places. We’ll do a short rehearsal.
Dutifully, the girls distributed themselves around the milling hub, taking their places at the spokes. Atushi and the other men saw to the task of attaching the sets of dangling cuffs to the girls’ wrists.
Kaneko moved about to inspect the arrangements, saw to stationing the three Malaysian girls, each armed with a long-tailed whip, around the periphery, and when satisfied that all was in readiness ordered everyone to push … which turned out to be far more difficult than any of the girls had imagined, for the whole thing had been designed to resist being moved easily.
“Fuck,” gasped Barb in frustration as she gave the bar in front of her chest a hard but ineffective push. “The damned millstone seems to be stuck in place! Someone needs to release the fucking brake!”
“Give her one!” snapped Kaneko to the Malaysian girl nearest.
“Owww!”
“Push, Moore, push! Or feel the lash! That goes for all of of you. All together now, push!”
From the far side, there was the sharp crack of a whip, and a curse from Annika. Followed by another as the third Malaysian girl joined in, producing a startled yelp from Sherri Merriweather.
And with a groan and a loud rumbling noise the hub began to move and the whole apparatus, with eight girls straining against its bars, began to revolve.
“Good, you’re getting the hang of it now,” shouted Kaneko. “Lean into it! Strain a bit! Get it moving and keep pushing. That’s it! Pick up the pace now. You girls with the whips! Don’t just stand there gawking. Use them!”
Several minutes later, satisfied, he called a halt.
“Good enough. Tomorrow night we do it before a live audience. There are some preliminary theatrics I’m still working on. You’ll all come on stage wearing a special costume, and strip naked before the audience as provocatively as you can manage, follow my lead on what happens next, and then take your places at the mill spokes. And it goes without saying that I’ll expect a convincing performance from everyone or there’ll be hell to pay down in the correction room afterwards.”
“For how long will we be expected to move this thing?” queried Gun, straightening up and twisting herself about in order to examine the several smarting lash marks crisscrossing her back and butt.
“Performances, up here in the main public lounge, typically last a little over an hour. But if the audience demands it, we’ll bring you back for an encore. It’s the fine quality of these staged tableau performances, after all, that makes the Red Dragon Torture Dungeon Place one of the most popular amongst the many rival clubs in Kabukichō. We do whatever it takes here to keep them coming back for more.”
At which point, Sato, who had been quietly observing the scene from a nearby table, spoke up to say, “Excellent show! A fresh new concept … slaves working a mill. I like it, Kaneko, and so will the clientele. But now that you’re finished rehearsing, I’d like to see the new girl in my office for a … uh … private session. After watching her perform, I’m finding myself in need of some relaxation.”
“Of course, I’ll have her cleaned up and delivered to you right away.”
************************
Monday, 2 July, 14:40, Office of Sato Yukio, The Red Dragon Torture Dungeon Place, Kabukichō District, Tokyo.
“Come in, my dear.” beckoned Sato from his customary place behind his black onyx topped desktop.
“Thank you got bringing her to me Kaneko. You may leave us alone. I’ll call you to fetch her when I’m finished with her.”
He waited patiently for Kaneko to make his exit, eyeing all the while the young American who stood before him wearing only the standard Red Dragon nearly-sheer kimono and dark red thong.
Once they were alone, though, it was all business.
“So, Miss Merriweather, you’ve managed to make meaningful full contact with the Senator’s daughter and her friends, I presume?”
“I have. And what’s more, I think the show you just witnessed a rehearsal for might present the perfect opportunity for a rescue. Perfect in the sense that it’s in the Red Dragon’s public space, easily accessed, unlike the subterranean areas below. And, if the Senator’s daughter is recovered in a rescue that takes place there, it will come as a complete surprise with little chance of Kaneko and his people reacting swiftly or violently. It’ll be easier for you as well, Sato. There’s little you have to do personally to affect it, which makes you look like an innocent victim in the eyes of the Syndicate. All you have to do is quietly communicate what I am proposing to the Senator and see that there is a vacant table reserved near the revolving stage on Tuesday night for yourself, which I suspect would not be unusual in any way, and which you will of course choose not to avail yourself.”
“Ahhhh … yes, a good plan … could work if the rescue team doesn’t make any mistakes. I can see why the Senator depends so much on you as his personal aide.”
“Are you referring to my brain or my body?”
“Probably both.”
“Well, you’re right about that. The old fart would be nothing without me … in bed or on the floor of the U.S Senate.”
“Possibly not.”
TBC
“May I have everyone’s attention,” shouted Kaneko as he abruptly entered the slave’s quarters.
Everyone looked up from their respective cages, some with more interest than others. It was lunchtime, after all, and the girls were occupied with digging into the bowls of steamed rice and fish cakes they’d received just minutes earlier.
“I’d like you to meet the newest addition to our troupe,” continued Kaneko. “We now have another American. Her name’s Sherri.”
That generated more interest. Attention was now directed at the naked woman, who stood somewhat behind and off to one side of Kaneko, hooded and shackled in cuffs and chains … as all Red Dragon sex slaves routinely were when moved about.
“Sherri, meet your slave sisters,” Kaneko declared as he removed her hood with a flourish to reveal her face. “From left to right, in the cages are Gun, Barb, Annika, Tamiko, Himari, Mei, Hyo-San, and the others.”
Sherri blinked. Then smiled wanly.
“Sherri is ready to join you girls. Sato acquired her yesterday. She’s been ‘initiated’ during the night in the usual Red Dragon fashion, hosed down and made presentable this morning. I’m sure she’s most anxious to meet all of you … or maybe not.”
He paused to laugh at his little joke before continuing on, “In any case, please introduce her to the do’s and don’t’s of life down here. Oh, and by the way, you’ll all be required to perform upstairs tomorrow evening. We’re preparing a new revolving stage tableau for the evening show up there. It’s by my own design and I’m quite proud of it, and since we’re short-handed upstairs these days, I’ve volunteered your services. Enjoy your lunch. I’ll be back soon to take you upstairs and show you exactly what will be expected of you.”
“Oh peachy,” muttered Barb.
“I heard that Moore! Bucking for time in the correction room are we? Make a note of that, Atushi. Barb gets a ‘level one’ correction tonight. For now, though, get Sherri into a cage and find her something to eat.”
Left alone the girls picked at their food in silence until Barb, who had been eyeing Sherri thoughtfully … but mindful of the bugs everyone knew were placed in the room … put her fingers to her lips to signal the need for silence. Then reaching through the bars of her cage, she wrote with her finger in the dust on the floor, ‘What’s your last name?’
The spelled out response came back, ‘Merriweather’.
‘My Dad sent you?” responded Barb, although she already knew the answer. She had never met her father’s congressional aide, but she had seen photo-op pics of Merriweather standing behind or alongside the Senator, and knew of her name.
‘Rescue soon’ was the curt reply.
Gun, who was watching as this played out, looked at Barb quizzically. Barb grinned and raised her eyebrows, and received a knowing smile in return. Ever observant, Annika too had caught on.
But the sound of approaching footsteps outside the room, quickly triggered a hasty erasing of the messaging and a return to eating.
And just in time as Kaneko, accompanied by his minions, strode into the room to set to the task of unlocking cages, dragging girls out onto the floor to be hooded, shackled and herded together, readied to ascend to the main floor above.
On reaching the Red Dragon’s spacious and sumptuously appointed main public lounge, the girls were shepherded over to the revolving stage where their hoods and shackles were removed. As they adjusted their vision to the bright kluge lights lights illuminating the stage they saw before them a newly constructed set that featured at its center a massive wooden hub from which four long and heavy wooden bars protruded in all directions, at roughly waist height, like the spokes on a wheel. Dangling on chains from each bar were two sets of metal cuffs. And suspended overhead was a large weathered-looking sign, with the words “Ye Olde Slave Mill” painted on with blood red paint.
“It will be your job tomorrow evening to put your backs into moving those bars,” explained Kaneko. “Two of you on each bar … that’ll be Barb, Gun, Annika, Tamiko … and the three Koreans, Himari, Mei, and Hyo-San, plus the new girl, Sherri. The three Malaysian girls will be stationed around the periphery, armed with whips for the purpose of spurring you on.”
“But this, being an upstairs show, the whipping will be faked, right?” said Himari.
“Well, yes and no. It’s to look realistic … that’s what our customers expect … which means enough force must be applied to make each lash sting sufficiently to force you to react … but no, not hard enough to break skin or anything like that. Makeup will be used to make your backsides look properly bruised and bloody. You’ll definitely feel the lashes and they will definitely spur you on to putting your backs into moving those bars. But no serious damage.”
“Peachy,” said Barb.
“Make that a level two rather than a level one correction for Moore this evening, Atushi. Now everyone take their places. We’ll do a short rehearsal.
Dutifully, the girls distributed themselves around the milling hub, taking their places at the spokes. Atushi and the other men saw to the task of attaching the sets of dangling cuffs to the girls’ wrists.
Kaneko moved about to inspect the arrangements, saw to stationing the three Malaysian girls, each armed with a long-tailed whip, around the periphery, and when satisfied that all was in readiness ordered everyone to push … which turned out to be far more difficult than any of the girls had imagined, for the whole thing had been designed to resist being moved easily.
“Fuck,” gasped Barb in frustration as she gave the bar in front of her chest a hard but ineffective push. “The damned millstone seems to be stuck in place! Someone needs to release the fucking brake!”
“Give her one!” snapped Kaneko to the Malaysian girl nearest.
“Owww!”
“Push, Moore, push! Or feel the lash! That goes for all of of you. All together now, push!”
From the far side, there was the sharp crack of a whip, and a curse from Annika. Followed by another as the third Malaysian girl joined in, producing a startled yelp from Sherri Merriweather.
And with a groan and a loud rumbling noise the hub began to move and the whole apparatus, with eight girls straining against its bars, began to revolve.
“Good, you’re getting the hang of it now,” shouted Kaneko. “Lean into it! Strain a bit! Get it moving and keep pushing. That’s it! Pick up the pace now. You girls with the whips! Don’t just stand there gawking. Use them!”
Several minutes later, satisfied, he called a halt.
“Good enough. Tomorrow night we do it before a live audience. There are some preliminary theatrics I’m still working on. You’ll all come on stage wearing a special costume, and strip naked before the audience as provocatively as you can manage, follow my lead on what happens next, and then take your places at the mill spokes. And it goes without saying that I’ll expect a convincing performance from everyone or there’ll be hell to pay down in the correction room afterwards.”
“For how long will we be expected to move this thing?” queried Gun, straightening up and twisting herself about in order to examine the several smarting lash marks crisscrossing her back and butt.
“Performances, up here in the main public lounge, typically last a little over an hour. But if the audience demands it, we’ll bring you back for an encore. It’s the fine quality of these staged tableau performances, after all, that makes the Red Dragon Torture Dungeon Place one of the most popular amongst the many rival clubs in Kabukichō. We do whatever it takes here to keep them coming back for more.”
At which point, Sato, who had been quietly observing the scene from a nearby table, spoke up to say, “Excellent show! A fresh new concept … slaves working a mill. I like it, Kaneko, and so will the clientele. But now that you’re finished rehearsing, I’d like to see the new girl in my office for a … uh … private session. After watching her perform, I’m finding myself in need of some relaxation.”
“Of course, I’ll have her cleaned up and delivered to you right away.”
************************
Monday, 2 July, 14:40, Office of Sato Yukio, The Red Dragon Torture Dungeon Place, Kabukichō District, Tokyo.
“Come in, my dear.” beckoned Sato from his customary place behind his black onyx topped desktop.
“Thank you got bringing her to me Kaneko. You may leave us alone. I’ll call you to fetch her when I’m finished with her.”
He waited patiently for Kaneko to make his exit, eyeing all the while the young American who stood before him wearing only the standard Red Dragon nearly-sheer kimono and dark red thong.
Once they were alone, though, it was all business.
“So, Miss Merriweather, you’ve managed to make meaningful full contact with the Senator’s daughter and her friends, I presume?”
“I have. And what’s more, I think the show you just witnessed a rehearsal for might present the perfect opportunity for a rescue. Perfect in the sense that it’s in the Red Dragon’s public space, easily accessed, unlike the subterranean areas below. And, if the Senator’s daughter is recovered in a rescue that takes place there, it will come as a complete surprise with little chance of Kaneko and his people reacting swiftly or violently. It’ll be easier for you as well, Sato. There’s little you have to do personally to affect it, which makes you look like an innocent victim in the eyes of the Syndicate. All you have to do is quietly communicate what I am proposing to the Senator and see that there is a vacant table reserved near the revolving stage on Tuesday night for yourself, which I suspect would not be unusual in any way, and which you will of course choose not to avail yourself.”
“Ahhhh … yes, a good plan … could work if the rescue team doesn’t make any mistakes. I can see why the Senator depends so much on you as his personal aide.”
“Are you referring to my brain or my body?”
“Probably both.”
“Well, you’re right about that. The old fart would be nothing without me … in bed or on the floor of the U.S Senate.”
“Possibly not.”
TBC
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
windar
Teller of Tales
Peaches have a prominent place in Japanese culture. They are associated with fighting evil. "Momotaro," or "Peach Boy", a story about a boy born from a giant floating peach, is one of the most beloved folktales in Japan.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Almost a euphemism! Senator Moore 'sent' poor Sherri indeed (although not so poor if she survives and gets $6m) ...
Loving that the Red Dragon is paying its continued respects to quaint Western Cultures of yesteryear ...
The West End, Broadway, The Red Dragon Torture Dungeon ... a trip around the light fantastic ...
"... stood before him wearing only the standard Red Dragon nearly-sheer kimono and dark red thong ..."
windar
Teller of Tales
Chapter 36. Monday, 2 July, 15:50, Conference Room next to the Office of Carolyn Sheehan, US Embassy to Japan, Akasaka District, Tokyo.
Stan Goldman was getting frustrated. They’d been going round and round for what seemed like hours, though the clocks on the wall said it was perhaps ten minutes.
“There are two Swedish citizens and only one American,” Ragnar ‘Bulldozer’ Olsson insisted. “So my team should take the lead.”
“Actually, there are two Americans now,” ‘Pecos’ Bill Johnson insisted. “We can hardly leave Ms. Merriweather behind, since the Senator generously induced her to take some serious risks to help further this operation.”
“That’s right, Mr. Johnson,” Senator Hobart Moore affirmed. “Ms. Merriweather is an important part of my legislative team back in DC. Without her I dare say the business of the Senate might grind to a halt.”
Stan overheard Bulldozer muttering to himself something about how glad he was that Sweden had only one legislative chamber in their Parliament to deal with.
“And, for that matter, there’s one Japanese citizen who Bill and I are responsible for,” Stan insisted. “She may also be a Canadian citizen as well, for all we know, given how long she lived in Canada.”
“Let’s leave the Canadians out of this for now,” Carolyn suggested.
“Anyway, Mr. Olsson,” the Senator interrupted. “You’re forgetting one key piece here. I’m footing the bill for this operation. You may have heard of the Golden Rule-He who has the gold makes the rules. I want Goldman and Johnson to take the lead here. You and your team will provide backup in case things go south.”
“I have little doubt that they will,” Bulldozer retorted. “After all, if Goldman had done his job and watched these three like he was supposed to, we wouldn’t be here.”
Stan pushed his chair back from the table. “I tried to keep tabs on them, but your Officer Gun Thorell told me to take a hike and that they could take care of themselves,” he insisted, glowering at Bulldozer.
“And if I hadn’t been there in Sweden and they’d depended on your sorry ass, Olsson, they’d have all died there!” Bill added.
“Gentlemen, please!” Carolyn Sheehan insisted, standing and taking control. “This fighting amongst yourselves is not getting us any closer to our goal, which is to free those poor women from a lifetime of slavery and suffering. We will probably only get one chance, which will be during the special show that they will be staging tomorrow night, when the women will be brought up from underground to perform in the upstairs ‘legal’ part of the club. This has been arranged between Ms. Merriweather and Sato, the head of this branch of the Yakuza, without the knowledge of any of his underlings. If we fail, the Syndicate will likely take over from the Red Dragon people and either kill the women or move them somewhere where we won’t be able to reach them. Is that what you want?”
The men around the table all shook their heads. Carolyn looked at her Swedish counterpart. “Perhaps Ms. Widmark and I can come to an agreement. We are diplomats, after all, which none of you gentlemen would ever be accused of.”
Brita Widmark stood. “That’s an excellent idea, Ms. Sheehan,” she said. The two women repaired to the far corner and exchanged some whispered words while the men glared at each other across the table.
Shortly, they returned to their places. Brita began, “We have agreed that in view of Senator Moore’s personal and financial stake, the operation should be led by his delegates, Messrs. Goldman and Johnson. In order to provide a Swedish presence in the first-line team, we are going to have Professor Åke Persson join them.
Bulldozer stood in protest, “Persson? That clown? What does he know about operations?”
“He proved himself quite adept in a fight while you were getting lost in a snowstorm up in Sollefteå,” Bill Johnson replied, exaggerating just a bit. He made to stand and Stan did the same to support his comrade.
Brita Widmark glared at Bulldozer. “Sit down, Mr. Olsson!” she said not too diplomatically.
“You, too, Bill,” Carolyn added, a bit gentler but still making clear that she and Brita were in charge. The men sat.
She continued, “You and your team will be outside. Your job will be to disable the door guards and throw in some smoke grenades to create a distraction during which time Johnson, Goldman and Persson will hustle the women out.” Brita said. “Is this understood? If you are in any doubt as to what your role is, you can contact your superiors back in Stockholm. You will find this has been cleared at the highest levels.”
Bulldozer looked glum, but nodded to indicate his agreement.
Turning to Stan and Bill, Carolyn laid out the plan-“You two and Persson will be inside in disguise. Unfortunately, we can’t fully equip you, in case the guards at the door decide to pat you down. But you’ll have N95 masks to protect you from the smoke and the element of surprise on your side. You’ll hustle the women out and into the van that will be waiting there driven by Ragnar’s men. That’s the best we can do in the circumstances.”
“And your men will drive them straight to Haneda airport, where my plane will be warmed up and ready to roll,” Senator Moore said, breaking the silence that hadn’t been that easy for him to maintain. “Right through Access Gate 6 and roll down to the general aviation section-I’ll lay it out for you tomorrow. Then, it’s wheels up and I and the women head for Guam, where Ms. Sheehan has been kind enough to arrange for further transportation for the Swedes back home. My daughter and Ms. Merriweather will ride with me back to DC. You two gentleman will be taken to Honolulu. I’m sure you can find your way to New York or wherever from there. Or enjoy some beach time if you like.”
“And if the operation goes south,” he continued, “I’ve never met any of you gentlemen and this was strictly a visit related to my work on the Intel Committee. You so much as breathe my name to the Japanese authorities, the Syndicate or anyone else and you will be a couple of sorry ex-cops. Do we understand each other?”
Stan and Bill both nodded.
“But Tamiko is included?” Stan asked.
“If you can get her out, then do so. But she’s last on the priority list. No risking the necks of my daughter and the others to save her. Got that?”
“I don’t think it will be safe for her to stay in Tokyo,” Stan said. “The Red Dragon crew will want revenge and she’ll be the closest target.”
“If you get her out, I’ll take her on the plane to Guam and from there she’s your problem.”
Stan and Bill were silent.
Stan Goldman was getting frustrated. They’d been going round and round for what seemed like hours, though the clocks on the wall said it was perhaps ten minutes.
“There are two Swedish citizens and only one American,” Ragnar ‘Bulldozer’ Olsson insisted. “So my team should take the lead.”
“Actually, there are two Americans now,” ‘Pecos’ Bill Johnson insisted. “We can hardly leave Ms. Merriweather behind, since the Senator generously induced her to take some serious risks to help further this operation.”
“That’s right, Mr. Johnson,” Senator Hobart Moore affirmed. “Ms. Merriweather is an important part of my legislative team back in DC. Without her I dare say the business of the Senate might grind to a halt.”
Stan overheard Bulldozer muttering to himself something about how glad he was that Sweden had only one legislative chamber in their Parliament to deal with.
“And, for that matter, there’s one Japanese citizen who Bill and I are responsible for,” Stan insisted. “She may also be a Canadian citizen as well, for all we know, given how long she lived in Canada.”
“Let’s leave the Canadians out of this for now,” Carolyn suggested.
“Anyway, Mr. Olsson,” the Senator interrupted. “You’re forgetting one key piece here. I’m footing the bill for this operation. You may have heard of the Golden Rule-He who has the gold makes the rules. I want Goldman and Johnson to take the lead here. You and your team will provide backup in case things go south.”
“I have little doubt that they will,” Bulldozer retorted. “After all, if Goldman had done his job and watched these three like he was supposed to, we wouldn’t be here.”
Stan pushed his chair back from the table. “I tried to keep tabs on them, but your Officer Gun Thorell told me to take a hike and that they could take care of themselves,” he insisted, glowering at Bulldozer.
“And if I hadn’t been there in Sweden and they’d depended on your sorry ass, Olsson, they’d have all died there!” Bill added.
“Gentlemen, please!” Carolyn Sheehan insisted, standing and taking control. “This fighting amongst yourselves is not getting us any closer to our goal, which is to free those poor women from a lifetime of slavery and suffering. We will probably only get one chance, which will be during the special show that they will be staging tomorrow night, when the women will be brought up from underground to perform in the upstairs ‘legal’ part of the club. This has been arranged between Ms. Merriweather and Sato, the head of this branch of the Yakuza, without the knowledge of any of his underlings. If we fail, the Syndicate will likely take over from the Red Dragon people and either kill the women or move them somewhere where we won’t be able to reach them. Is that what you want?”
The men around the table all shook their heads. Carolyn looked at her Swedish counterpart. “Perhaps Ms. Widmark and I can come to an agreement. We are diplomats, after all, which none of you gentlemen would ever be accused of.”
Brita Widmark stood. “That’s an excellent idea, Ms. Sheehan,” she said. The two women repaired to the far corner and exchanged some whispered words while the men glared at each other across the table.
Shortly, they returned to their places. Brita began, “We have agreed that in view of Senator Moore’s personal and financial stake, the operation should be led by his delegates, Messrs. Goldman and Johnson. In order to provide a Swedish presence in the first-line team, we are going to have Professor Åke Persson join them.
Bulldozer stood in protest, “Persson? That clown? What does he know about operations?”
“He proved himself quite adept in a fight while you were getting lost in a snowstorm up in Sollefteå,” Bill Johnson replied, exaggerating just a bit. He made to stand and Stan did the same to support his comrade.
Brita Widmark glared at Bulldozer. “Sit down, Mr. Olsson!” she said not too diplomatically.
“You, too, Bill,” Carolyn added, a bit gentler but still making clear that she and Brita were in charge. The men sat.
She continued, “You and your team will be outside. Your job will be to disable the door guards and throw in some smoke grenades to create a distraction during which time Johnson, Goldman and Persson will hustle the women out.” Brita said. “Is this understood? If you are in any doubt as to what your role is, you can contact your superiors back in Stockholm. You will find this has been cleared at the highest levels.”
Bulldozer looked glum, but nodded to indicate his agreement.
Turning to Stan and Bill, Carolyn laid out the plan-“You two and Persson will be inside in disguise. Unfortunately, we can’t fully equip you, in case the guards at the door decide to pat you down. But you’ll have N95 masks to protect you from the smoke and the element of surprise on your side. You’ll hustle the women out and into the van that will be waiting there driven by Ragnar’s men. That’s the best we can do in the circumstances.”
“And your men will drive them straight to Haneda airport, where my plane will be warmed up and ready to roll,” Senator Moore said, breaking the silence that hadn’t been that easy for him to maintain. “Right through Access Gate 6 and roll down to the general aviation section-I’ll lay it out for you tomorrow. Then, it’s wheels up and I and the women head for Guam, where Ms. Sheehan has been kind enough to arrange for further transportation for the Swedes back home. My daughter and Ms. Merriweather will ride with me back to DC. You two gentleman will be taken to Honolulu. I’m sure you can find your way to New York or wherever from there. Or enjoy some beach time if you like.”
“And if the operation goes south,” he continued, “I’ve never met any of you gentlemen and this was strictly a visit related to my work on the Intel Committee. You so much as breathe my name to the Japanese authorities, the Syndicate or anyone else and you will be a couple of sorry ex-cops. Do we understand each other?”
Stan and Bill both nodded.
“But Tamiko is included?” Stan asked.
“If you can get her out, then do so. But she’s last on the priority list. No risking the necks of my daughter and the others to save her. Got that?”
“I don’t think it will be safe for her to stay in Tokyo,” Stan said. “The Red Dragon crew will want revenge and she’ll be the closest target.”
“If you get her out, I’ll take her on the plane to Guam and from there she’s your problem.”
Stan and Bill were silent.
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Perfect! Love it
