ICC- Kilrick Salvage Chapter 2- On the Road to NYC

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"Nothing unpleasant intended." Reik's voice came out of the shadows. Then his face was illuminated by his a zippo as he lit a cigarrette. "She just doesn't want to be disturbed right now."

The tall merc ambled closer to the woman, giving her an amused grin. "So like she said, fuck off." he called over his shoulder at the Glutton, whose face was still slack with lust, just like all his pals.
 
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Clara knew that Elroy was smart enough not to venture near the gate, but fool enough to explore underneath. It was like the boy to get into something that he was having trouble getting out of, and she feared that he might have gotten trapped in the tunnels and conduits that existed below the giant warehouse.

Quietly, she slipped away from the others. A door way, and down a hall and she came into the large warehouse.

Giant industrial shelves full with all sorts of items of types and purposes she could not understand. So many things, many covered with a plastic coat that shielded the items from the dust that had accummulated on the surface. Boxes, and racks of clothes, monitors of computers, dusty boxes of software, tapes, school supplies, items for home.

She moved quietly, trying to make the most of the darkness, moving deeper into the warehouse space.

There was an area lit by artifical lights, electric. Large refrigeration units, mostly empty. Stocks of shelves with food, mostly depleted.

The Glutons were slowly running low of food. No wonder after so long. They must have consumed most of what they had to stay alive.

She heard someone walking, heavy, and ducked into a space between two shelves.

Two men wobbled by.

One said. "She's a fire breather that one."

"Oh, but I would love to get her for a few minutes."

"Aye, she'd give you a tease that."

She heard another voice, this one a woman's. "You are so disgusting. You got a full of women but you need to fuck the strangers, eh?"

One of the men responded. "It's you that's disgusting ya fat cow. Don't be giving me lip because no one wants to poke ya."

They passed and Clara waited for them to leave. Then she poked her head out and watched them go down a stair well behind a refrigerator.

Tip-toeing she followed behind. Slowly cracking open the door and looking down.

No one.

She entered the stair and started to decend.

She got down to the first landing and was about to leave the stairs when she heard a door close below.

Clara took her foot off the nob and continued down, now to the lower landing. The stairs continued down, but it was only darkness below.

She listened to the door. Heard nothing. Opened it a crack. Another corridor.

She slipped in. She could feel her heart pounding. This was a trespass, and the deeper she went in, the more difficult to escape.

Still Ellroy was down here somewhere.

She turned a corner, than another.

Before her was where sheets of plastic that covered a door way. Beyond that she could see little.

Quietly she pushed the plastic sheets aside, and stepped in.

Inside was some kind of butcher's shop. From what she could see they had recently butchered some kind of animal. Organs were on the table and there was a pool of blood still in the sink, but she could not see the carcass.

She bent over to peer into the waste bin to see what kind of animal the Gluttons had caught, never realizing that the butcher was watching her from a dark corner.

She lifted the bin and started to scream. But the scream came out muffled.

Her eyes wide in shock, she heard the voice in her ear. "Now what do we have here? Little lamb, little lamb, the big bad wolf has you now."

Then she felt herself pulled back, a fat hand over her mouth, andother around her waste, picking her off her feet, and carrying her away.

She was still trying to scream when she was dragged into a room, the door behind closing like the lid of a coffin.
 
Topside, Prudence was eyeing the newcomer. She knew his name because he had become the driver and she had often heard Kilrick barking orders at the blond haired man. For a big man with an obvious attitude it had surprised her that he accepted Kilrick's lead so well. Reik struck her as the alpha male type through and through. Why had he been so quiet?

"Get lost bones." said the Glutton, referring to Reik's comaparitively skinny build. Compared to a Glutton, everyone is skinny.

"We both told you to fuck off, now I suggest you do it." Prudence said tersely.

Anger showed in the Glutton's face and his comrades took a step forward, forming a thick rubbery wall in front of the two normal people.

"Is this how you treat guests?" Reik asked. "You seem very hostile. Have we offended you?"

"Motherfucker!" one of them roared, taking another step.

Reik simply leaned back against a crate, his magnum in his fist. He tapped the barrell against his thigh.

"Not a good move, friend."

Prudence casually rolled her neck, pretending to ease the strained muscles, but the move concealed her busy hands which drew out her gun from the small of her back. She kept it hidden, waiting to back Reik's play. She thought he was taking this too far but what the hell.

"Shoot us and all of you die." The Gluttons smirked.

"Maybe. But you die first. Will it matter to you when your brains are all over the floor." Reik took a pull on his cigarrette. "A death sentence on my team won't stop me from defending myself or a woman who would be crushed under your filthy fat excuse for a body if you tried to fuck her. So..."

Reik flicked the cigarrette away as he pushed off the crate. "Abandon your wet dreams and leave the two of us in peace or else you will be responsible for a bloodbath. You are a long way from being good enough to put me down and our side will slaughter your little ville before you could even come close to taking us out." he shrugged. "You could ghost a few. Hell maybe even half but it won't save your fat asses from extinction, so think about what you'll start here if you don't wipe those teenager in heat looks off your faces and fuck off right now."

Reik's cold blue eyes held the obvious leader's and he watched the man making a decision. He hoped he would make the right one.
 
I had been overhearing Reik's speech, and while I didn't mind the Gluttons being told to back off, I wasn't quite ready for hostilities yet.

"Reik, back off. Edden can take care of herself." I said. "Fat ass. Get lost."

Reik was still eyeballing the glutton who glanced up to me, shrugged and backed off.

Reik then looked at me, shrugged.

I shook my head. "Ease off. We're guests here. And I call the shot."

Reik nodded. It was cool.

"Well." Said Edden, "You'll excuse me, I have to take a piss."

Edden left smiling. Everyone whip out your dick and measure up.

She strolled through the corridors of the warehouse till she found the john, flicked the lights, closed the door and took a squat.

She rested a moment, and then the door opened. "Hey. Occuppied."

Then the door banged open and there was something with a strong order to her mouth. She drew her breath, thinking "damn these fat fuckers are fast." and then went unconscious.

When Edden had gone limp, the fat man nodded to his comrade who was watching the corridor. Then he picked up the limp, unconscious girl and carried her down below.


Occ- sorry Reaper- can't get too tough on this yet. Prudence, you are unconscious and tied up. Everyone else is yet to learn of this development.


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"Hey Boss." Reik called after Kilrick.

"Yeah?"

"I was just telling those fuckers to leave her alone." Reik spun the cylinder of his magnum and holstered it, as he dipped his head in the direction of the retreating Gluttons. "I know she's a psycho bitch and all that but has she ever fought anyone who could kill her by slipping and falling on her. From what I've seen, she likes it up close and personal and one wrong killing move and she's crushed under a four-five hundred pound corpse."

"Fair point." Kilrick was amused. The idea made sense but it was still fucking funny. Killed by a falling dead fat guy.

"Don't worry, I'm not about to start a war with the hosts. Just making 'em think twice before the fuck with our women."

"I didn't know you had a sensitive side." Kilrick smiled.

"Didn't I ever tell you my favourite colour's pink." Kilrick laughed.

"Go and see how the rig is doing will ya." Kilrick ordered as walked off, still grinning.

Cheeky son of a bitch, he thought.
 
*An hours later*

"Euhm, boss, I got some good news and some bad news." Logan said after checking if there were any fatasses creeping around.

"What is it, Logan?" Kilrick answered only half interested.

"Good news is I got most computer components I need, that should help when we reach NY."

"Good." Kilrick answered still barely paying attention.

"Now, you know what my former occupation was, I'm supposed to notice stuff. Well, I can tell you with certainty that the tinkers are AWOL, that Edden is nowhere to be found and that some Gluttons are acting a bit happier than when we just came into the camp." Logan said and grabbed Kilricks full attention.

"What?"

"I did some asking around with the crew, but kept it low profile, so I don't think any of the crew is aware of what is going on. I avoided asking the Gluttons for any info of course, as they openly blamed the wolfies for the kids disappearance. This is what I gathered: The scav lady was last seen searching for the kid, she's supposed to have gone down the maintenance shaft overthere." Logan said as he nodded at the maintenance shack. "Edden was last seen by Reik when she was going to the toilet about just under an hour ago."

"Fuck!" Kilrick uttered while thinking about what should be done.

"It'll be dark in under half an hour, if the Glutton fuckers are right about the wolfies that will complicate things even more... Also, the whole building is wired. So we have to be careful in whatever we do. One wrong move and the fat fucks can blow it up. I haven't been able to locate the detonation device, but it's simple wires connecting the explosives so it shouldn't be a remote detonation device. And..." Logan stopped as he saw a Glutton approach.

"So, boss, if everything goes well, we should have the turbine up, fully tweaked and running smoothly by noon tomorrow." Logan said in a loud voice before walking off towards the turbine.
 
The Ranger sat near the turbine toying with his old combat knife, flipping and twirling it in his hand. It was Stalino Tactical combat knife with sharpened edge and fillet, the finest blade made by man. Well balanced.

A LARD Glutton passed by, his greasey face sweaty. Rama had this overwhelmingh desire to plant the blade between the fat man's eyes. Now that would be something.

"What you lookin' at cookie?" The Fat man asked in his slurred voice.

"The wall," Rama replied coldly, "But your lardy ass just happens to be in the way."

Stryfe wasn't a man of much words... he wasn't sentimental, or at least not around certain people. He was a warrior, born and bred into a world that ate the human flesh and spirit alive. But for some reason, a woman, a child that had his burning emerald eyes, and an age old comrade were all that was his world.

Edden was missing, and though she would have been a certified psychopath, she wasn't one to go out and disappear. Not among those fat abominations.

He strolled amonngst his comrades, men he didn't even know, but for some reason he could trust them.

The DE on his side was armed and full. He had maybe three clips to spare and of course a fully loaded AK-47. Of course, other things came into mind. The Gluttons were well armed. They were fat and decadent, but they had a twisted agility to and finesse that made them very dangerous.

Anthrax-9 was a tricky contagion. Many people born after the war developed immunity to such things. It would affect the team of course, but the degradation of the system would be much slower.

"Kilrick, I estimate we got two days before the A-9 eats us up."

"Great," Kilrick muttered, "more good news."

"Secondly, the Gluttons seem to have lots of food. And judging by the fatness," Rama said in a hushed tone, "they'e eating high protein. And I don't see a brahmin or any cattle for miles... and I'm sure you know the other alternative. I think you can guess." Rama's eyes had a sinister glare.
 
*Unknown Location*

"Colonel will do fine for now. So how has the wastes been treating you lately?"

"Same as all the other shitty days after my parents were killed. Why the sudden interest in my past anyways? "

"Just trying to remain civil. Well if your not one for idle chit chat then lets get straight to the point. So from what I hear, you were recently added to Kilricks expedition to Scum York."

"Yes I was. Ever since you soldier types started laying down the law, the raider numbers just dwindled. If I recall correctly, my last contract with you guys was an ambush against a raider group called the Khans or some such. Apparently they were on the run from something bad and thought Arizona would be a safe place."

"And we sure showed those bastards a thing or two. They were weak and undisciplined from picking on the weak and helpless, no where near the capabilities of the NAC."

"Well you guys did too good of a job, if there ever was such a thing. With no bountys to hunt, those mercs who didn't get conscripted moved to other territories. I was having an unusually slow day when I heard rumors of Kilricks plans. Pay was alright but the speculated salvage was the deal closer."

"Let me guess, you figured you might hit some abandoned military cache or better? Well we too know about Drum and Hamilton. Sorry to crush your hopes but just like in Arizona, a few surviving military and law enforcement officers joined forces. Although their situation is much tougher than ours, they can still survive pretty well."

"I have no clue what "Drum" or "Hamilton" is but we were supposed to get something. Although we were not informed as to what the exact object was, we all knew it must have been something important. Why else would some bigwig send two heavily armed teams to so far a place."

"Hmmm. Would you know the name of this big wig by any chance?"

"Some fat cat that goes by the rank of Colonel".

"I see, not the person I had suspected but helpful nonetheless."

"So what do you plan to do with me now? You obviously know I have no intention of helping you guys right? Just as I promised all of my previous employers including the NAC, this is one mercenary who doesn't sell out. I do the job and get out if nothing else excites me."

"Calm down my good man. You can rest assured that we will do no such thing. In fact I want you to do something for me along with your current mission. I along with other high ranking officers believe that technology should only be in the hands of a selected few, less they be abused again. Our current problem is we do not have the resources to co-ordinate and put such a doctrine into action. What I need for you to do is bring this message to your employer, (the colonel quickly hands Eric a secured holotape)."

"Thats it huh. How do I know its not some bomb or other device meant to wipe out my teammates?"

"Friend, why would I waste the lives of my men and jeapordize the position of the NAC just to wipe out a merc. No, no, no, we have a job that needs doing and Kilrick is one man that might be able to do it."

"So how do you plan for me to get back to my teammates huh?"

"You just leave that to us."
 
Reik was listening to Stryfe's words. He had noticed the dwindling food supplies in the wharehouse and Kilrick had given him a quick run down on the Gluttons' affliction. This did not bode well and if he got the crazy merc's meaning, the salvage team might be on the menu.

"I'm not small minded or anything, but there's something about people wanting to eat me that gets me a tad riled."

The two other men turned to look at him. Reik was sharping his bootknife, a job he had neglected before.

"We don't want to advertise our suspicions." Kilrick said, "We need to finish the repairs and make sure we have all the supplies we need before the shit hits the fan."

Stryfe glanced around at the ambling humanoid monstrosities. Sympathy might have tugged his conscience, if he had one. These people were cursed to live a life of gluttony and obesity. It was not their fault but it seemed that their sick bodies had infected their minds as well and that made them a definite threat.

"We should spread the word to our people." he said. Reik nodded.

"Groups or pairs at least would be a good idea. If they are messing with us already, it means they are doing it quiet and ambushing us. If they try to take us, we allowed to fuck them up?" he asked Kilrick.

The boss considered this.
 
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The others had slowly gathered around. Jake had put on a bit of music on an ancient portable CD player and theoretically we were talking about that. The music would provide noise cover for our real conversation.

"I want the rig ready to go in at a moments notice. Finish the repairs and get ready to go." I said, pointing to Jake. "Edwards, help what you can. Stowe, keep up on the diagnosis. If this anthrax-9 is, as Rama thinks, capable of transmission, we need to put a stop to it."

I looked at the others. "Everyone moves in pairs. We're missing three people. I don't want to lose more, but I don't want to leave without them either."

"You want to find Edden and the others?" Asked Deeds.

"That's right."

"Not essential to the mission." Said Deeds.

Jasmin's jaw dropped at Deeds suggestion to leave people behind to the cannibals. She caught my glance and composed herself. Like a true grunt, her loyalty was first to the mission. Neither Deeds nor Jasmin would help find our colleagues. It wasn't personal, just business.

And they were right. It wasn't essential. We needed to clear out of here and move on, and if that meant sacrificing Edden, so be it. That was business. Edden knew it when she signed up. People get sacrificed for the job.

But sometimes you can't be worried about business. Sometimes you got to look out for more important matters.

"I'm looking forward to gutting one of these fat fucks." Whispered Rama.

"Go easy. This place is rigged to blow. If the Gluttons get wind of what we're up to, they might surprise us with a bang. But we could turn it around on them and leave them something."

"Rewire the bomb? I can handle that." Said Logan.

"Do it. But quietly. ANd take someone to watch your back."

Then I looked to the others, Reik, Rama, Wolf and Stokes. There were so few of us left now. "We need to find Edden and the others quick. Jake can get the rig ready soon but we need to find our people. And we need to do it so they don't know we're doing it. So quiet and without bodies if possible. If we start leaving fat corpses around, they are going to figure out that we are on to them, and the party is over."
 
Stokes tapped on Logan, "I'll watch your back."

Logan had seen Stokes before. THe man had massive fists and knew how to use them. Rama and Reik might have been mean motherfuckers, but Logan had little doubt that Stokes was a better silent killer. A single punch could crush a man's brain.
 
Logan remained quiet for a moment, deep in thought. He did not really know anyone in the crew, but somehow, he had the feeling the group was pulling together. Somehow he could trust them, at least for now. It had been a long time since he had asked anyone for help, or even helped someone out himself.

"Good enough for me. I've got a good idea where the detonator should be. Probably Dan's office, the warehouse supervisor. It's in the back of the warehouse. There is also a possibility it splits off somewhere. With all the wiring in that place it's pretty hard to spot the right wire..." Logan said.

"We should fake getting ready to sleep in the garage, then move out when the fatso boogymen let down there guard. I'm sure one of those fat bastards is watching us right now... Watch out for wolfies though." Jake said. "I guess Deeds and Jasmin will stay behind to protect Stowe, the doc and the rig. The rest split up into groups."

Stowe and the doc approached the group.

"Gentlemen, roll up your sleeves, I need your blood." Stowe announced.

"You already got mine." Logan objected.

"Need more, no need to be afraid of the needle." Stowe teased.

Stowe and the doc quickly collected the samples of blood and returned to the primitive lab they had set up next to the rig.

"Hmz, the buckets of lard warned us about the wolfies entering the compound, so under normal conditions they should have guards posted at the entrances. Now they nabbed some of ours, their security should probably be even tighter... Watch for rooftop assholes, that guy we met at the entrance was pretty fond of his G3 SP1 sniperrifle..." Stryfe said.

"Assholes and elbows, get geared up and ready to move in 20." Kilrick declared.
 
Prudence first became aware that her head hurt and that she tasted something sweet. SHe tried to open her eyes, but it was difficult. When she did things were blurry.

There were a few things she quickly figured out though. She was on some kind of table, lieing vertical. There were bright lights on that she could see despite her own blurry vision.

She tried to move her legs and arms, but they were lethargic and resistent. When she did, she found that they were in restraints, and that her legs were spread.

She tried to wiggle, but that sent a splinter into her ass. So she had also been disrobed.

"The wild cat is waking up." Said one voice.

"She's a vicious one, be careful, she will fight you."

"I want a first taste."

"After we have been satisfied."

A female voice- "You men are such fucking pigs. It's amazing you can get it up."

"Shut up bitch, about time we got something worth looking at. That you could fuck and not vomit."

Edden's eyes were starting to gain focus. She Her head was also restrained but she could move it from side to side.

Slowly the image of Clara came to focus. Like her, Clara was stripped down. Unlike her she had passed out. This was perhaps to her advantage. They had removed her hands and feet.

Edden felt a stab of an emotion she had not felt in a long time. Panic.

She began to struggle, but the restraints would not give way.

She turned her head away from Clara's. When she looked in the other direction see saw what was left of Elroy. The boy was still tied down, but his limbs had been slowly removed. They had also drained him of blood. His blood was dripping from the basin at the end of the table in which his fluids were funneled into a steel pail placed on the floor. She could also see that he had been opened up, right down the middle, and skin peeled back. They had gone for his internal organs, the sweet meats.

Now Edden began screaming even while a voice inside her laughed at the poetic justice- a cannibal gone to feed other cannibals.
 
Shit. This isn't happening, Edden thought, already the adrenile glands were bubbling over. She could taste it on the tip of her tongue, the pongent scent of salt and hormones. In so many confritations, battles and hired hits, she had seen it in her prey, toyed with them the way savage cats toyed with their food.

Edden had accepted death, from the moment she cracked at Butcher's Bay or even in the dreaded prison the Pitt; Edden always had a knack for surviving. But this time, the panic, the human emotion she had so long ago traded in to be an instrument of death, had now bubbled into the surface.

To die at the hand of the enemy was one thing, to be cut up like an animal and be eaten was another. But Edden had known the law, eat or be eaten. A cannibal being eaten to feed more cannibals.

The two tinkers were chopped up. The woman and her child. Edden felt more sorry for the boy. He had a future, and though Edden was a murdering bitch with a penchant for bloodshed, she loved children.

Right now, all she needed to do was scream, and it was like the young girl within beneath all the scars and tattoos and badassness was now coming up. Tears flowed, but they were tears of hatred. Hatred for these fat fuckers who were about to eat her. Fat fucks who got the drop on her as if she were some wet nosed merc who had to fuck the team before being accepted.

"Fuck you," Here hot eyes narrowed at the fatman with the blurry blue eyes and double chin, though his second chin appeared like that of a frog. The kind Rama's brother Smitty had told her about. They were all sweaty.

In the corner of the room she got a glimpse of a tubby woman with pale flesh and saggy breasts that her bra was fighting a losing battle with. She was the only one who seemed to have any sense in her head.

The fatty on her right placed his thick hand on her arm, and she felt an overwhelming urge to vomit. His filithy scent filled her nostrals and she couldn't help gag.

"Ohhh, hot momma cat has a sharp tongue, huh? How about ol' Karl give you a kiss." He bent his head down low, his arm claspping her left breast, reaching beneath the jacket and tank top, squeezing her modest bronze breasts. He bent his face lower and pressed his thick tongue against her face. For a moment, during this entire violation, she could feel every tastebud touch her brown flesh, and now... more then ever, she hated the fat man.

Karl backed up. "Taste like, elderberries."

"You know what, Fatso? When this is over, I am going to ice your buddies... and you... well, I'm going to shot you in the gut. And I won't kill you, not right away," Edden's voice trembled with raw hatred, "I am going to use my knife cut off your jewels and I am going to carve out your liver."
 
Edden could feel the hands upon her now. Touching her, feeling her.

The few men who had circled her were fighting to get close to the table. Their fat sweaty bodies bumping up to each other, each pushing the other away so that they could get closer.

"Better watch that tongue or she might bite if off." Said the fat female.

The fat man who had licked Edden laughed. "Wild cat. What makes you think you will ever leave that table? But don't worry. We have other needs to fill first."
 
Reik helped Jake load up the rig but his thoughts kept turning to Edden. She was a fcuked up mentalist of the first order but she didn't deserve to get raped and eaten by a bunch of crazy lardasses.

"Pass me my rifle, Jake." The huge man reached up easily into the high cab and grabbed the powerful assault rifle from the rack.

"No Rambo shit, little man." Jake's deep voice rumbled from his massive frame. "This is ricky business and we can't let everyone get chilled cause of a lone gunman."

"They've taken some of our troops and that shit don't fly." Reik checked the magazine was full. The Uranium shards tightly packed and ready to blow some fat all over the ground. Then he paused and looked up at Jake. "Who the fuck is Rambo anyway?"

Jake smiled,

"Some old vid hero. Doesn't matter. Point is, these gluttons are dangerous and Kilrick wants this done quietly. You think it's coincidence that you and Rama are on loading detail. He doesn't want you two to start a shitkicking match."

Reik glanced over at the enigmatic and probably insane merc. Rama was checking their weapons and sealing the boxes of ammo. Jake had a point but Reik was surprised that he had been included in the 'Dangerous motherfucker' group. Oh well, there were worse things.

"No lone gunman shit. I'm not going alone anyway. He's coming with me." Reik pointed at Wolf, who was standing guard at the edge of the rig.

"Look man, Kilrick knows his stuff. He's got a plan, he always does."

"Don't I know it." Reik muttered, before slinging his rifle across his broad shoulders. "Kil is already on this, I'm just covering our bases. I said pairs were a good idea, so I'm taking backup, Kil wants to find the others and I fucked up trying help our crazy little girlfriend and now I'm gonna make it right." he began walking toward Wolf. "Stop me with that big MG of yours if you want but I'm going. Some fatso could be sticking his cock in Edden right now. You want to just let that happen?"

Jake just stared at him. Gluttonville was a bad place and he just wanted out. Fuck it, if Reik started World War Four here, Jake didn't care. The rig was ready as it was gonna get and the sooner they split, the happier he would be.

"Watch your back mate."

Reik nodded.
 
It was like being in a body pit, surrounded by darkness and being caressed by many, filthy unknown things. Sure she expected hell to be a fiery place of unending flames and torment. That she could dig, knowing that was her fate; but to be fought over by several blubberly bastards with a hard on was far worst. She could imagine that other visitors, young women were toyed with the same way.

All she wanted to do was shot a couple of them in the groin. Karl was high on her list, but she knew she’d get her chance. One way or the other, they would slip up, and then she’d take advantage. And the worst thing is a caged wild cat.

Rescue right now, at this point of time was a fantasy. Still she did dare to hope, that’s the reason her mahogany eyes blazed with fury that is why she even struggled. Even as the hands struggled and prodded her clothing. Karl’s sausage fingers pryed open her jacket and tore her shirt right in the middle, ripping the material like it were a gift rapping. Then that when she realized how depraved and starved these creatures were, and that her fury meter just flew off the handle.

”I’m definitely going to enjoy killing you,” Edden hissed.

"Whoa, Karl. You betta watch it, this bitch is furious." A thick fatty voice said from Edden's flank.

"Don't worry, Jeebs, I know how to tame this wild cat." Karl’s response was a rough squeeze and followed by his large swollen tongue circling her nipples, sending a weird shock through her body. It felt good in a wrong way. Like when Edden had cornered one of the Tinker girls and forced the young girl child to lick her breasts.

So ironic this, too was another violation. Rama was right when he said what goes around does indeed come around.
 
They were watching us. A few of the Gluttons, trying not to be conspicuous had patrolled past.

Jasmin and Deeds might not be on this rescue mission, but they appreciated the need for secrecy. That and they were protecting Jake at the rig.

When one of the gluttons would pass the truck, either Deeds or Jasmin would tell the gluttons to move away. Few would dare challenge an armored grunt with weapons ready. Inside the Rig, Edwards and Stowe were continuing their work. Each was trying to make sounds as if people were sleeping. I hoped they weren't overdoing it.

The rest of the crew had used the darkness of the warehouse to slip out. I didn't know were Logan and Stokes were, but I hoped they had found the bomb.

If the gluttons were indeed harvesting meat, they wouldn't stop with the Tinkers or Edden. They had little intention to let us go. Perhaps that was why negotiations had gone so well. The Gluttons thought, in the end, they would get everything. But cannabalism is bad for business.

The turbine had almost been finished. But the Gluttons would probably need to store their meat somewhere. My guess was that it was down deep under the warehouse, were their old powergenerator continued to hum.

Down one steel stairwell, around and to another. Beneath the warehouse was a maze of conduits and water pipes, airconditioning vents and heating vents. Storage areas, offices.

And somewhere, down here, I'd find Edden.
 
Logan had been surprised by how silent a big and bulky man could be if needed to. Of course he made more noise than Logan, but that was pretty hard to beat if you had been sneaking in and out of hostile places the biggest part of your life. Logan was fairly pleased with his partner in crime. He almost looked like a real burglar, with his black ski mask, to cover up his blond hair.

Outside they had avoided a small group of casually walking and chatting Gluttons. Casually, riiiight. After what they had told the crew about how dangerous it was due to the wolves that sneak in at night. Besides, have you ever seen a Glutton taking a stroll for fun? To go check out the girls, yeah they buzzed around like bees on a pot of honey. But simply to take a breath of fresh air? No way, José.

Logan had had no trouble whatsoever to pick the lock of one of the back doors. The door had not been wired to an alarm or anything either. Cool runnings up till now.

Upon entering the back of the warehouse, Logan and Stokes had to quickly duck for cover due to an approaching Glutton. Logan was able to find a good hiding place behind a pillar, but Stokes huge body was still a bit visible behind a couple of pilled up boxes. Logan thought they were screwed. The Glutton was still to far away to silently attack in hand to hand combat.

Logan prepared himself and drew his Gauss pistol from its holster, hoping the pistol would not make enough noise to alarm any other Gluttons. He took quick aim, but just as he was about to fire the Glutton stopped, pulled out a bag and turned towards a shelf. The Glutton quickly gathered some food, while he nervously looked around for any other Gluttons. When his bag was full, the fatman disappeared amongst the shelves.

Logan concluded the Gluttons must be rationing their food, but that this fatso didn't find that enough. There seemed to be still plenty of food on the shelves. But if you take into account none of the Gluttons can leave this place, you quickly realise that their position is somewhat more critical than you'd expect.

Upon making sure there was no one around, Logan and Stokes quietly started making their way towards the warehouse managers office.
 
Rama kept watch, sitting in the shadows of the rig, his emerald eyes almost glinting like that of a cat. In the dark, Rama could see well, better then most people. He could make out the huge figures walking about. The urge to kill them was overwhelming... almost burning.

He was taking stock of the numbers, watching out for a few. He needed to slip into the shadows. Needed to add them to his list of body counts.

Patience, Rama thought.

Then he heard a few dires as they made a feeble jump to the gate, shaking it. They were hungry and it was only a matter of time. They couldn't wait out the A-9 nor the dire, neither the Gluttons. It had to go down tonight.
 
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