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by Irish Wolf on Thu Dec 31, 2009 11:17 pm
Adolfo leered at Nora, forcing his flabby hand through the bars, so that he could fondle her. Finally, the one thing he had desired more then anything in four years, was going to be his. Course the little whore wasn't going to play nice, no one very played nice here on Jukua. She'd have that big boy toy of her's kill him or something of that nature, once the door was open. So, to get what he wanted, he'd have to play just as dirty was she was going to and his piggish eyes blazed with glee.
His hand came back through the bars, as the old bastard's blood started racing. He hadn't felt this excited in years, not since that night, in his old restaurant, when he committed that murders that got him sent here. Oh yes, he had once been the head chef of his very own Italian dining place, where his passion for cooking was rivaled by his passion for the lovely sou chef Jessica. Oh how great was his rage, when he found her kissing, that lowly waiter. It had felt good, when he plunged the knife into that little punk's back and even better forcing his prize to pleasure him in the way she should have.
Adolfo stepped back and too the side, so that he could get at the door control panel and an older, projectile pistol that was stored there. He could remember that unique pleasure he had gotten, as he cut the both of them up and turned them into stews. He had been caught before the chance to serve the pair to customers had come along, he had been writing up the stews as specials when the cops came. His fat fingers set the open to a five second delay and grabbed the pistol.
"Come my dear" the fat cook oozed, stepping back to the door as the bars started to creek and raising the weapon to aim at Nora.
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"Well there might be fun" said Rogers, taking his cigarillo back, "But it will have to wait until later Inali, at least until we are traveling to the training facility. In the mean time, I think I have someplace were you can amuse yourself for a while. Oh and welcome Operation Power Surge."
The Major walked back to his seat and selected a standard issue black duffel bag from the floor. Not truly expecting her to fill the thing, he deposited the sack on the chosen woman's lap, smoking leaking from the corners of his mouth. Patting her head, like one would a favorite dog, he walked over to the door and yanked it open.
"Sergeant" said Robert, "Take Inali back to her cell, to collect any personal items she might want and then escort her the rec room. Place a guard and return. I don't think she'll try anything but I don't want MY people getting into trouble."
"Sir!"
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Rogers looked up from datapad, the smoldering nub of his cigarillo still tucking into the corner of his mouth. In the room besides his, another conference room, used in the rare times that large number of Provosts need a briefings, there was a great commotion and a bellowing. Rising from his chair and drawing the pulselaser pistol from it's hustler. Whatever it was, he wasn't going to let a bunch of convicts start a riot that as going to end his life. Not on this ass-pimple of the universe.
As he opened the door and stepped out, there was a semi-circle of armed Provosts around the door to the second room. Sticking out of the doorway, he could see a tangle of feet and debris. The came the second cry, a male voice calling out the name of his first chosen inmate. That peeking his curiosity and he glanced towards the rec room, she might have heard the call. Edging closer, he raised a hand towards the jumpy guards, silently ordering them to hold there ground. Maybe they'd remember something from their military training.
"Inali is not in there" said Robert, keeping his voice calm, as he stepped into the doorway and glazed at the what could have been the largest man he had ever seen.
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"I see" said Roers, looking at with his flat stare, "And its only a question. Would you have trouble working with others, in an odd numbered group?"
The Major glanced down at the datapad and looked back up. For some strange reason, his heart suddenly became a little lighter, a feeling (one of a few) that he had felt when dealing with Inali. Maybe it was the cosmos tell him who to give another chance too, in this forgotten corner of nowhere. Or it could have been gas. For some reason, the thought of the cosmos telling him what to do was unsettling and he was hoping that it was gas, really really bad gas.
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