MV fic part 4
A short part. May be followed up withmore tonight....
4. Stripped
The steel door to the cell swung open into the room. Sonny's back was to the door, and he wouldn't be able to turn without causing himself a world of hurt. His gaze flickered to Rico and his lips thinned.
Rico pushed to his feet, standing over his partner.
The black barrel of an M16 poked through the doorway and hovered there a long minute, then the gunman stepped a pace into the room. Average height, nondescript - not one of the goons who had accompanied de Soto to the meet. Wide spaced eyes in a tan face, with the thousand-yard stare Rico had seen in vets of combat in the military and the drug trade both. He held the gun loose in his hands. Comfortable with it.
A dangerous man.
"Stay where you are."
M16 didn't threaten. Used to his orders being followed. Rico nodded once. Wished he'd had a chance to try and free his hands. When Rico obeyed, M16 took two steps to the side and another man followed in his wake. Taller and bulkier and shiny-bald.
"You," baldy barked at Rico, "Out. Follow me."
Rico glanced down at Sonny. Sonny's eyes were wide open, his jaw set.
"Not until my partner gets some medical attention."
M16 raised his weapon. "It wasn't a request."
"You wanted us both alive. Way I see it, somebody screwed up when my partner got shot. What's your boss gonna say if he bleeds to death when you coulda stopped it?"
"Rico," Sonny warned. He gave a minute shake of his head.
Baldy was across the room and had planted a boot in Sonny's back before Rico had time to react. Sonny writhed on the floor, choking, his eyes squeezed shut.
"Now." M16 jerked his chin toward the door.
Rico waited until he was sure Sonny wasn't going to pass out, then approached the men. Baldy whipped a long piece of black cloth out of a pocket and roughly tied it over Rico's eyes. The air lodged in his throat. Shit.
The echo of Sonny's gasping breaths followed him as Baldy shoved him out of the room.
Narrow hallway sounds then another heavy door opened and he was shoved into an open space. Without his hands to balance him he went down hard, his shoulder slamming into the cool, smooth floor. Tile this time instead of concrete.
"Get up," M16 ordered. When Rico tried and failed to regain his feet big hands grabbed his arms and hauled him upright. Hands on his arms and cold metal and then the wire fell away from his wrists.
"Strip."
Rico went cold. "What?"
"Your ears work just fine." Baldy, to his left. M16 somewhere behind him. If he could-
The hard prodding of the gun between his shoulders stopped that train of thought.
"I won't ask again."
Rico's half-numb fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. The smooth buttons kept getting caught in the silk. He dropped the shirt, listened to it flutter to the floor. His tie and his belt were gone already. Shit. Shit shit, this was *not* happening. He reached for the waistband of his slacks and couldn't get any further.
"Look, man, whatever it is you want with us-"
He felt one of them step toward him and went rigid. A hand gripped his hair and then for a moment all he knew was agony as the diamond stud was ripped from his earlobe.
"Okay. Okay..." he held his hands up, breathing hard. His stomach turned over and he swallowed down bile. "Whatever you say, man."
feeling evil, sorry.
tbc...
4. Stripped
The steel door to the cell swung open into the room. Sonny's back was to the door, and he wouldn't be able to turn without causing himself a world of hurt. His gaze flickered to Rico and his lips thinned.
Rico pushed to his feet, standing over his partner.
The black barrel of an M16 poked through the doorway and hovered there a long minute, then the gunman stepped a pace into the room. Average height, nondescript - not one of the goons who had accompanied de Soto to the meet. Wide spaced eyes in a tan face, with the thousand-yard stare Rico had seen in vets of combat in the military and the drug trade both. He held the gun loose in his hands. Comfortable with it.
A dangerous man.
"Stay where you are."
M16 didn't threaten. Used to his orders being followed. Rico nodded once. Wished he'd had a chance to try and free his hands. When Rico obeyed, M16 took two steps to the side and another man followed in his wake. Taller and bulkier and shiny-bald.
"You," baldy barked at Rico, "Out. Follow me."
Rico glanced down at Sonny. Sonny's eyes were wide open, his jaw set.
"Not until my partner gets some medical attention."
M16 raised his weapon. "It wasn't a request."
"You wanted us both alive. Way I see it, somebody screwed up when my partner got shot. What's your boss gonna say if he bleeds to death when you coulda stopped it?"
"Rico," Sonny warned. He gave a minute shake of his head.
Baldy was across the room and had planted a boot in Sonny's back before Rico had time to react. Sonny writhed on the floor, choking, his eyes squeezed shut.
"Now." M16 jerked his chin toward the door.
Rico waited until he was sure Sonny wasn't going to pass out, then approached the men. Baldy whipped a long piece of black cloth out of a pocket and roughly tied it over Rico's eyes. The air lodged in his throat. Shit.
The echo of Sonny's gasping breaths followed him as Baldy shoved him out of the room.
Narrow hallway sounds then another heavy door opened and he was shoved into an open space. Without his hands to balance him he went down hard, his shoulder slamming into the cool, smooth floor. Tile this time instead of concrete.
"Get up," M16 ordered. When Rico tried and failed to regain his feet big hands grabbed his arms and hauled him upright. Hands on his arms and cold metal and then the wire fell away from his wrists.
"Strip."
Rico went cold. "What?"
"Your ears work just fine." Baldy, to his left. M16 somewhere behind him. If he could-
The hard prodding of the gun between his shoulders stopped that train of thought.
"I won't ask again."
Rico's half-numb fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. The smooth buttons kept getting caught in the silk. He dropped the shirt, listened to it flutter to the floor. His tie and his belt were gone already. Shit. Shit shit, this was *not* happening. He reached for the waistband of his slacks and couldn't get any further.
"Look, man, whatever it is you want with us-"
He felt one of them step toward him and went rigid. A hand gripped his hair and then for a moment all he knew was agony as the diamond stud was ripped from his earlobe.
"Okay. Okay..." he held his hands up, breathing hard. His stomach turned over and he swallowed down bile. "Whatever you say, man."
feeling evil, sorry.
tbc...