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Post by TheSource on Jan 23, 2019 18:15:32 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
As the secret room opened up to reveal its' contents, all three stood aghast with a look of bewilderment and amazement and immediately noticed a small man sitting behind a desk on the far wall glancing up at the three of them as the door opened causing him to take pause from whatever he had been writing and bearing an eerily striking resemblance to the long lost Jimmy Hoffa.
The resemblance uncanny, they knew it could not be Hoffa as... if still alive... this coming Valentine's Day would be his 106th birthday.
But it was indeed Jimmy Hoffa and somehow someway time had stopped within this secret room and there was no explaining how or why the trio were indeed being met with the actual man that disappeared so many years ago who, now rising from his seat, was looking pleasantly surprised at having visitors.
Having lived a life of opulence, her clothing being from some of the world's best known designers, our heroine was aghast that the little man was still smartly dressed in the suit he must have been wearing when he disappeared in the 1970's.
"Please", with a hand extended toward some chairs, "Please come in and be seated.", Hoffa said to the three of them.
As they approached his desk, he held up a hand while saying "Don't pull the chairs forward as I have members of the Teamsters Union to move them for you as their union contract requires!"
With nods of acknowledgement, the trio took their seats and Sandy was the first one to speak asking Hoffa, "What is this place?"
"It's my 'man cave' where I've been holed up for the past decades, running the Teamsters Union and handling other political issues from the Dark Web."
Unaware that the door was closing silently behind them, large panels in the walls behind and to the sides of Hoffa started to slide open revealing a colossal array of computer screens, TV monitors, banks of computer servers and about a dozen men all dressed in black suits like the ones she saw the men wearing in the coffee shop busily pouring over what seemed to be global coverages of something that Hoffa seemed eager to want to explain.
"Please come and look with me at the global economy and the approaching disaster, imminent due to the policies of the person currently occupying the White House, his imbecilic tariffs, his pathetic handling of foreign affairs... all of which will soon change when our plan is put into action and the reason, now that you know what is going down, is why you will remain locked in here with me for another 48 hours!"
Sandy, the more intelligent of the three, started having wild thoughts at what Hoffa had just said and silently thought to herself that this was something that seemed styled straight out of a James Bond movie.
Should they try to escape to save themselves or do they remain long enough to learn the entire plot so it could be curtailed before causing something resulting in World War III?
As Sandy was musing with that thought, she noticed that her husband and the Rock were starting to take more than a casual interest with the workings of the command center and were hypnotically looking over the shoulders of the men seated in front of the dizzying array of monitors.
A glance from her husband registered with her that she needed to provide a distraction so the two men could overpower the computer operation team and she began a very solicitous moaning, began unbuttoning her blouse, and hiking her skirt... and immediately, Hoffa, grabbed his chest and fell to the floor in the throes of a fatal heart attack.
As Sandy was moving in to check on Hoffa, the Teamsters Union members moved in and grabbed her, her husband and the Rock and then upon securing them, Hoffa leapt to his feet and exclaimed, "I may be old, but I'm not as dumb as you look, sweetheart."
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Post by 2old on Jan 23, 2019 18:56:40 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
As the secret room opened up to reveal its' contents, all three stood aghast with a look of bewilderment and amazement and immediately noticed a small man sitting behind a desk on the far wall glancing up at the three of them as the door opened causing him to take pause from whatever he had been writing and bearing an eerily striking resemblance to the long lost Jimmy Hoffa.
The resemblance uncanny, they knew it could not be Hoffa as... if still alive... this coming Valentine's Day would be his 106th birthday.
But it was indeed Jimmy Hoffa and somehow someway time had stopped within this secret room and there was no explaining how or why the trio were indeed being met with the actual man that disappeared so many years ago who, now rising from his seat, was looking pleasantly surprised at having visitors.
Having lived a life of opulence, her clothing being from some of the world's best known designers, our heroine was aghast that the little man was still smartly dressed in the suit he must have been wearing when he disappeared in the 1970's.
"Please", with a hand extended toward some chairs, "Please come in and be seated.", Hoffa said to the three of them.
As they approached his desk, he held up a hand while saying "Don't pull the chairs forward as I have members of the Teamsters Union to move them for you as their union contract requires!"
With nods of acknowledgement, the trio took their seats and Sandy was the first one to speak asking Hoffa, "What is this place?"
"It's my 'man cave' where I've been holed up for the past decades, running the Teamsters Union and handling other political issues from the Dark Web."
Unaware that the door was closing silently behind them, large panels in the walls behind and to the sides of Hoffa started to slide open revealing a colossal array of computer screens, TV monitors, banks of computer servers and about a dozen men all dressed in black suits like the ones she saw the men wearing in the coffee shop busily pouring over what seemed to be global coverages of something that Hoffa seemed eager to want to explain.
"Please come and look with me at the global economy and the approaching disaster, imminent due to the policies of the person currently occupying the White House, his imbecilic tariffs, his pathetic handling of foreign affairs... all of which will soon change when our plan is put into action and the reason, now that you know what is going down, is why you will remain locked in here with me for another 48 hours!"
Sandy, the more intelligent of the three, started having wild thoughts at what Hoffa had just said and silently thought to herself that this was something that seemed styled straight out of a James Bond movie.
Should they try to escape to save themselves or do they remain long enough to learn the entire plot so it could be curtailed before causing something resulting in World War III?
As Sandy was musing with that thought, she noticed that her husband and the Rock were starting to take more than a casual interest with the workings of the command center and were hypnotically looking over the shoulders of the men seated in front of the dizzying array of monitors.
A glance from her husband registered with her that she needed to provide a distraction so the two men could overpower the computer operation team and she began a very solicitous moaning, began unbuttoning her blouse, and hiking her skirt... and immediately, Hoffa, grabbed his chest and fell to the floor in the throes of a fatal heart attack.
As Sandy was moving in to check on Hoffa, the Teamsters Union members moved in and grabbed her, her husband and the Rock and then upon securing them, Hoffa leapt to his feet and exclaimed, "I may be old, but I'm not as dumb as you look, sweetheart."
Still struggling against their bonds, their attention suddenly turned to the closed door as it began to open and watched as a squad of soldiers came in... armed to the teeth... and wearing strange uniforms, certainly not those of any branch of the U.S. Military.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 23, 2019 20:23:04 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
As the secret room opened up to reveal its' contents, all three stood aghast with a look of bewilderment and amazement and immediately noticed a small man sitting behind a desk on the far wall glancing up at the three of them as the door opened causing him to take pause from whatever he had been writing and bearing an eerily striking resemblance to the long lost Jimmy Hoffa.
The resemblance uncanny, they knew it could not be Hoffa as... if still alive... this coming Valentine's Day would be his 106th birthday.
But it was indeed Jimmy Hoffa and somehow someway time had stopped within this secret room and there was no explaining how or why the trio were indeed being met with the actual man that disappeared so many years ago who, now rising from his seat, was looking pleasantly surprised at having visitors.
Having lived a life of opulence, her clothing being from some of the world's best known designers, our heroine was aghast that the little man was still smartly dressed in the suit he must have been wearing when he disappeared in the 1970's.
"Please", with a hand extended toward some chairs, "Please come in and be seated.", Hoffa said to the three of them.
As they approached his desk, he held up a hand while saying "Don't pull the chairs forward as I have members of the Teamsters Union to move them for you as their union contract requires!"
With nods of acknowledgement, the trio took their seats and Sandy was the first one to speak asking Hoffa, "What is this place?"
"It's my 'man cave' where I've been holed up for the past decades, running the Teamsters Union and handling other political issues from the Dark Web."
Unaware that the door was closing silently behind them, large panels in the walls behind and to the sides of Hoffa started to slide open revealing a colossal array of computer screens, TV monitors, banks of computer servers and about a dozen men all dressed in black suits like the ones she saw the men wearing in the coffee shop busily pouring over what seemed to be global coverages of something that Hoffa seemed eager to want to explain.
"Please come and look with me at the global economy and the approaching disaster, imminent due to the policies of the person currently occupying the White House, his imbecilic tariffs, his pathetic handling of foreign affairs... all of which will soon change when our plan is put into action and the reason, now that you know what is going down, is why you will remain locked in here with me for another 48 hours!"
Sandy, the more intelligent of the three, started having wild thoughts at what Hoffa had just said and silently thought to herself that this was something that seemed styled straight out of a James Bond movie.
Should they try to escape to save themselves or do they remain long enough to learn the entire plot so it could be curtailed before causing something resulting in World War III?
As Sandy was musing with that thought, she noticed that her husband and the Rock were starting to take more than a casual interest with the workings of the command center and were hypnotically looking over the shoulders of the men seated in front of the dizzying array of monitors.
A glance from her husband registered with her that she needed to provide a distraction so the two men could overpower the computer operation team and she began a very solicitous moaning, began unbuttoning her blouse, and hiking her skirt... and immediately, Hoffa, grabbed his chest and fell to the floor in the throes of a fatal heart attack.
As Sandy was moving in to check on Hoffa, the Teamsters Union members moved in and grabbed her, her husband and the Rock and then upon securing them, Hoffa leapt to his feet and exclaimed, "I may be old, but I'm not as dumb as you look, sweetheart."
Still struggling against their bonds, their attention suddenly turned to the closed door as it began to open and watched as a squad of soldiers came in... armed to the teeth... and wearing strange uniforms, certainly not those of any branch of the U.S. Military.
While drumming his fingers together in a typical diabolical madman fashion, Hoffa excitedly exclaimed, "Ahhh! My reinforcements have arrived!"
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Post by TheSource on Jan 23, 2019 21:17:07 GMT -5
CHAPTER 9:
After what seemed like 24 hours on the luxury tour bus, the intrepid trio, Hoffa and his henchmen were finally debarked and unblindfolded within a massive complex of five story reinforced walls lined with what looked like very heavily fortified gun turrets every fifty feet along its' enormous length.
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Post by 2old on Jan 24, 2019 8:35:32 GMT -5
CHAPTER 9:
After what seemed like 24 hours on the luxury tour bus, the intrepid trio, Hoffa and his henchmen were finally debarked and unblindfolded within a massive complex of five story reinforced walls lined with what looked like very heavily fortified gun turrets every fifty feet along its' enormous length.
The air was permeated with the strong, sweet smell of roses and hydrangea and other beautiful, blooming flowers which could be seen adorning most ever corner or crevice of the fortress.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 24, 2019 21:04:42 GMT -5
CHAPTER 9:
After what seemed like 24 hours on the luxury tour bus, the intrepid trio, Hoffa and his henchmen were finally debarked and unblindfolded within a massive complex of five story reinforced walls lined with what looked like very heavily fortified gun turrets every fifty feet along its' enormous length.
The air was permeated with the strong, sweet smell of roses and hydrangea and other beautiful, blooming flowers which could be seen adorning most ever corner or crevice of the fortress.
Hoffa, while looking around and nodding his head in what seemed to be in approval, was the first to speak and said, "Now THIS is my kind of place."
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Post by 2old on Jan 25, 2019 6:59:07 GMT -5
CHAPTER 9:
After what seemed like 24 hours on the luxury tour bus, the intrepid trio, Hoffa and his henchmen were finally debarked and unblindfolded within a massive complex of five story reinforced walls lined with what looked like very heavily fortified gun turrets every fifty feet along its' enormous length.
The air was permeated with the strong, sweet smell of roses and hydrangea and other beautiful, blooming flowers which could be seen adorning most ever corner or crevice of the fortress.
Hoffa, while looking around and nodding his head in what seemed to be in approval, was the first to speak and said, "Now THIS is my kind of place."
Sandy's mind began to spin with the realization that this could not be Hoffa due to being so active and 'brain sharp' as what would be well over 100 years old and had to be an impersonator, and this 'castle-like' structure had to be a stage prop, so who is behind this faux kidnapping... and why?
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Post by TheSource on Jan 25, 2019 21:22:22 GMT -5
CHAPTER 9:
After what seemed like 24 hours on the luxury tour bus, the intrepid trio, Hoffa and his henchmen were finally debarked and unblindfolded within a massive complex of five story reinforced walls lined with what looked like very heavily fortified gun turrets every fifty feet along its' enormous length.
The air was permeated with the strong, sweet smell of roses and hydrangea and other beautiful, blooming flowers which could be seen adorning most ever corner or crevice of the fortress.
Hoffa, while looking around and nodding his head in what seemed to be in approval, was the first to speak and said, "Now THIS is my kind of place."
Sandy's mind began to spin with the realization that this could not be Hoffa due to being so active and 'brain sharp' as what would be well over 100 years old and had to be an impersonator, and this 'castle-like' structure had to be a stage prop, so who is behind this faux kidnapping... and why?
But the castle-like structure was indeed real as she and the rest were about to find out from their new 'host' as he entered the room where they all were led to to await their fate.
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Post by 2old on Jan 26, 2019 8:27:26 GMT -5
CHAPTER 9:
After what seemed like 24 hours on the luxury tour bus, the intrepid trio, Hoffa and his henchmen were finally debarked and unblindfolded within a massive complex of five story reinforced walls lined with what looked like very heavily fortified gun turrets every fifty feet along its' enormous length.
The air was permeated with the strong, sweet smell of roses and hydrangea and other beautiful, blooming flowers which could be seen adorning most ever corner or crevice of the fortress.
Hoffa, while looking around and nodding his head in what seemed to be in approval, was the first to speak and said, "Now THIS is my kind of place."
Sandy's mind began to spin with the realization that this could not be Hoffa due to being so active and 'brain sharp' as what would be well over 100 years old and had to be an impersonator, and this 'castle-like' structure had to be a stage prop, so who is behind this faux kidnapping... and why?
But the castle-like structure was indeed real as she and the rest were about to find out from their new 'host' as he entered the room where they all were led to to await their fate.
As the well-dressed gentleman approached, the room was hushed and he began speaking in a voice that commanded attention, "Dearly Beloved, we gather together this day in the sight of God to join these men and this women in a joyous and entertaining game that will see, not the fittest survive, but the competitor whose survival instinct can bring forth the strongest 'kill or be killed' attributes!"
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Post by TheSource on Jan 26, 2019 16:54:18 GMT -5
CHAPTER 9:
After what seemed like 24 hours on the luxury tour bus, the intrepid trio, Hoffa and his henchmen were finally debarked and unblindfolded within a massive complex of five story reinforced walls lined with what looked like very heavily fortified gun turrets every fifty feet along its' enormous length.
The air was permeated with the strong, sweet smell of roses and hydrangea and other beautiful, blooming flowers which could be seen adorning most ever corner or crevice of the fortress.
Hoffa, while looking around and nodding his head in what seemed to be in approval, was the first to speak and said, "Now THIS is my kind of place."
Sandy's mind began to spin with the realization that this could not be Hoffa due to being so active and 'brain sharp' as what would be well over 100 years old and had to be an impersonator, and this 'castle-like' structure had to be a stage prop, so who is behind this faux kidnapping... and why?
But the castle-like structure was indeed real as she and the rest were about to find out from their new 'host' as he entered the room where they all were led to to await their fate.
As the well-dressed gentleman approached, the room was hushed and he began speaking in a voice that commanded attention, "Dearly Beloved, we gather together this day in the sight of God to join these men and this women in a joyous and entertaining game that will see, not the fittest survive, but the competitor whose survival instinct can bring forth the strongest 'kill or be killed' attributes!"
Without a moments hesitation, Sandy reached up under her skirt and withdrew the dagger she had holstered in her garter belt and swiftly whirled around and slit the throat of one of Hoffa's henchmen in a swift but provocatively sexy move then turned to her host and asked, "You mean like this?"
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Post by 2old on Jan 26, 2019 18:10:37 GMT -5
CHAPTER 9:
After what seemed like 24 hours on the luxury tour bus, the intrepid trio, Hoffa and his henchmen were finally debarked and unblindfolded within a massive complex of five story reinforced walls lined with what looked like very heavily fortified gun turrets every fifty feet along its' enormous length.
The air was permeated with the strong, sweet smell of roses and hydrangea and other beautiful, blooming flowers which could be seen adorning most ever corner or crevice of the fortress.
Hoffa, while looking around and nodding his head in what seemed to be in approval, was the first to speak and said, "Now THIS is my kind of place."
Sandy's mind began to spin with the realization that this could not be Hoffa due to being so active and 'brain sharp' as what would be well over 100 years old and had to be an impersonator, and this 'castle-like' structure had to be a stage prop, so who is behind this faux kidnapping... and why?
But the castle-like structure was indeed real as she and the rest were about to find out from their new 'host' as he entered the room where they all were led to to await their fate.
As the well-dressed gentleman approached, the room was hushed and he began speaking in a voice that commanded attention, "Dearly Beloved, we gather together this day in the sight of God to join these men and this women in a joyous and entertaining game that will see, not the fittest survive, but the competitor whose survival instinct can bring forth the strongest 'kill or be killed' attributes!"
Without a moments hesitation, Sandy reached up under her skirt and withdrew the dagger she had holstered in her garter belt and swiftly whirled around and slit the throat of one of Hoffa's henchmen in a swift but provocatively sexy move then turned to her host and asked, "You mean like this?"
A flick of her wrist sent the dagger, still dripping blood from the throat of its victim, on an arrow-like trajectory straight into the heart of the tall, still unnamed, gentleman assumed to be the leader of their kidnappers.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 26, 2019 18:59:32 GMT -5
CHAPTER 9:
After what seemed like 24 hours on the luxury tour bus, the intrepid trio, Hoffa and his henchmen were finally debarked and unblindfolded within a massive complex of five story reinforced walls lined with what looked like very heavily fortified gun turrets every fifty feet along its' enormous length.
The air was permeated with the strong, sweet smell of roses and hydrangea and other beautiful, blooming flowers which could be seen adorning most ever corner or crevice of the fortress.
Hoffa, while looking around and nodding his head in what seemed to be in approval, was the first to speak and said, "Now THIS is my kind of place."
Sandy's mind began to spin with the realization that this could not be Hoffa due to being so active and 'brain sharp' as what would be well over 100 years old and had to be an impersonator, and this 'castle-like' structure had to be a stage prop, so who is behind this faux kidnapping... and why?
But the castle-like structure was indeed real as she and the rest were about to find out from their new 'host' as he entered the room where they all were led to to await their fate.
As the well-dressed gentleman approached, the room was hushed and he began speaking in a voice that commanded attention, "Dearly Beloved, we gather together this day in the sight of God to join these men and this women in a joyous and entertaining game that will see, not the fittest survive, but the competitor whose survival instinct can bring forth the strongest 'kill or be killed' attributes!"
Without a moments hesitation, Sandy reached up under her skirt and withdrew the dagger she had holstered in her garter belt and swiftly whirled around and slit the throat of one of Hoffa's henchmen in a swift but provocatively sexy move then turned to her host and asked, "You mean like this?"
A flick of her wrist sent the dagger, still dripping blood from the throat of its victim, on an arrow-like trajectory straight into the heart of the tall, still unnamed, gentleman assumed to be the leader of their kidnappers.
But unbeknownst to Sandy, the tall unnamed gentleman was wearing a kevlar vest reinforced with ballistic steel armor plating and the dagger, though true to its' target, bounced off and fell harmlessly to the floor at the feet of the 'gentleman' where he bent down and picked it up.
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Post by 2old on Jan 26, 2019 23:11:40 GMT -5
CHAPTER 9:
After what seemed like 24 hours on the luxury tour bus, the intrepid trio, Hoffa and his henchmen were finally debarked and unblindfolded within a massive complex of five story reinforced walls lined with what looked like very heavily fortified gun turrets every fifty feet along its' enormous length.
The air was permeated with the strong, sweet smell of roses and hydrangea and other beautiful, blooming flowers which could be seen adorning most ever corner or crevice of the fortress.
Hoffa, while looking around and nodding his head in what seemed to be in approval, was the first to speak and said, "Now THIS is my kind of place."
Sandy's mind began to spin with the realization that this could not be Hoffa due to being so active and 'brain sharp' as what would be well over 100 years old and had to be an impersonator, and this 'castle-like' structure had to be a stage prop, so who is behind this faux kidnapping... and why?
But the castle-like structure was indeed real as she and the rest were about to find out from their new 'host' as he entered the room where they all were led to to await their fate.
As the well-dressed gentleman approached, the room was hushed and he began speaking in a voice that commanded attention, "Dearly Beloved, we gather together this day in the sight of God to join these men and this women in a joyous and entertaining game that will see, not the fittest survive, but the competitor whose survival instinct can bring forth the strongest 'kill or be killed' attributes!"
Without a moments hesitation, Sandy reached up under her skirt and withdrew the dagger she had holstered in her garter belt and swiftly whirled around and slit the throat of one of Hoffa's henchmen in a swift but provocatively sexy move then turned to her host and asked, "You mean like this?"
A flick of her wrist sent the dagger, still dripping blood from the throat of its victim, on an arrow-like trajectory straight into the heart of the tall, still unnamed, gentleman assumed to be the leader of their kidnappers.
But unbeknownst to Sandy, the tall unnamed gentleman was wearing a kevlar vest reinforced with ballistic steel armor plating and the dagger, though true to its' target, bounced off and fell harmlessly to the floor at the feet of the 'gentleman' where he bent down and picked it up.
"Well done, Ma'am, and your spunk may have just saved you from this 'kill or be killed' game involving these guys because you and I may just play some 'games' of our own... with knives and guns... of course!"
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Post by TheSource on Jan 27, 2019 17:56:21 GMT -5
CHAPTER 9:
After what seemed like 24 hours on the luxury tour bus, the intrepid trio, Hoffa and his henchmen were finally debarked and unblindfolded within a massive complex of five story reinforced walls lined with what looked like very heavily fortified gun turrets every fifty feet along its' enormous length.
The air was permeated with the strong, sweet smell of roses and hydrangea and other beautiful, blooming flowers which could be seen adorning most ever corner or crevice of the fortress.
Hoffa, while looking around and nodding his head in what seemed to be in approval, was the first to speak and said, "Now THIS is my kind of place."
Sandy's mind began to spin with the realization that this could not be Hoffa due to being so active and 'brain sharp' as what would be well over 100 years old and had to be an impersonator, and this 'castle-like' structure had to be a stage prop, so who is behind this faux kidnapping... and why?
But the castle-like structure was indeed real as she and the rest were about to find out from their new 'host' as he entered the room where they all were led to to await their fate.
As the well-dressed gentleman approached, the room was hushed and he began speaking in a voice that commanded attention, "Dearly Beloved, we gather together this day in the sight of God to join these men and this women in a joyous and entertaining game that will see, not the fittest survive, but the competitor whose survival instinct can bring forth the strongest 'kill or be killed' attributes!"
Without a moments hesitation, Sandy reached up under her skirt and withdrew the dagger she had holstered in her garter belt and swiftly whirled around and slit the throat of one of Hoffa's henchmen in a swift but provocatively sexy move then turned to her host and asked, "You mean like this?"
A flick of her wrist sent the dagger, still dripping blood from the throat of its victim, on an arrow-like trajectory straight into the heart of the tall, still unnamed, gentleman assumed to be the leader of their kidnappers.
But unbeknownst to Sandy, the tall unnamed gentleman was wearing a kevlar vest reinforced with ballistic steel armor plating and the dagger, though true to its' target, bounced off and fell harmlessly to the floor at the feet of the 'gentleman' where he bent down and picked it up.
"Well done, Ma'am, and your spunk may have just saved you from this 'kill or be killed' game involving these guys because you and I may just play some 'games' of our own... with knives and guns... of course!"
The unnamed gentleman gave a nod of his head and at that signal, his men began to usher the husband, Hoffa and the others out of the room to where they would be fitted with special outfits for the 'games' while Sandy remained behind at the unnamed gentleman's request to participate in games of their own.
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Post by 2old on Jan 28, 2019 7:36:29 GMT -5
CHAPTER 9:
After what seemed like 24 hours on the luxury tour bus, the intrepid trio, Hoffa and his henchmen were finally debarked and unblindfolded within a massive complex of five story reinforced walls lined with what looked like very heavily fortified gun turrets every fifty feet along its' enormous length.
The air was permeated with the strong, sweet smell of roses and hydrangea and other beautiful, blooming flowers which could be seen adorning most ever corner or crevice of the fortress.
Hoffa, while looking around and nodding his head in what seemed to be in approval, was the first to speak and said, "Now THIS is my kind of place."
Sandy's mind began to spin with the realization that this could not be Hoffa due to being so active and 'brain sharp' as what would be well over 100 years old and had to be an impersonator, and this 'castle-like' structure had to be a stage prop, so who is behind this faux kidnapping... and why?
But the castle-like structure was indeed real as she and the rest were about to find out from their new 'host' as he entered the room where they all were led to to await their fate.
As the well-dressed gentleman approached, the room was hushed and he began speaking in a voice that commanded attention, "Dearly Beloved, we gather together this day in the sight of God to join these men and this women in a joyous and entertaining game that will see, not the fittest survive, but the competitor whose survival instinct can bring forth the strongest 'kill or be killed' attributes!"
Without a moments hesitation, Sandy reached up under her skirt and withdrew the dagger she had holstered in her garter belt and swiftly whirled around and slit the throat of one of Hoffa's henchmen in a swift but provocatively sexy move then turned to her host and asked, "You mean like this?"
A flick of her wrist sent the dagger, still dripping blood from the throat of its victim, on an arrow-like trajectory straight into the heart of the tall, still unnamed, gentleman assumed to be the leader of their kidnappers.
But unbeknownst to Sandy, the tall unnamed gentleman was wearing a kevlar vest reinforced with ballistic steel armor plating and the dagger, though true to its' target, bounced off and fell harmlessly to the floor at the feet of the 'gentleman' where he bent down and picked it up.
"Well done, Ma'am, and your spunk may have just saved you from this 'kill or be killed' game involving these guys because you and I may just play some 'games' of our own... with knives and guns... of course!"
The unnamed gentleman gave a nod of his head and at that signal, his men began to usher the husband, Hoffa and the others out of the room to where they would be fitted with special outfits for the 'games' while Sandy remained behind at the unnamed gentleman's request to participate in games of their own.
In a few minutes, you and I will be leaving this room and entering an arena where we will see the gentlemen that were escorted from here... all except your husband and Mr. Hoffa... each will be marched in, blindfolded and restrained, at which time you will have the opportunity to murder them one by one... or, should you refuse, you are the one who will lose your life.
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