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Post by TheSource on Jan 28, 2019 17:51:59 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.
Sandy, with a horrified look on her face that she was trying desperately to hide from the unnamed gentleman at his gruesome request, was thinking to herself that this has all got to be a nightmare from which she must wake up from.....and quickly.
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Post by 2old on Jan 29, 2019 13:39:50 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.
Sandy, with a horrified look on her face that she was trying desperately to hide from the unnamed gentleman at his gruesome request, was thinking to herself that this has all got to be a nightmare from which she must wake up from.....and quickly.
But, as the door opened into an arena and she heard the deafening noise of the boisterous crowd, she quickly realized this was NOT some dream or vision and the choice would soon be hers as to whether she has blood on her hands or her own blood would be staining the arena floor.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 29, 2019 17:15:35 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.
Sandy, with a horrified look on her face that she was trying desperately to hide from the unnamed gentleman at his gruesome request, was thinking to herself that this has all got to be a nightmare from which she must wake up from.....and quickly.
But, as the door opened into an arena and she heard the deafening noise of the boisterous crowd, she quickly realized this was NOT some dream or vision and the choice would soon be hers as to whether she has blood on her hands or her own blood would be staining the arena floor.
Sandy stood there looking up and around scanning the thousands of faces in the crowd for something...anything that might offer her a way out of this insanity that she was being forced to partake in and who was now beginning to chant her name in a slow almost zombie-like rhythmic unison; "Sandy! Sandy! Sandy!".
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Post by TheSource on Jan 29, 2019 20:28:26 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
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Post by 2old on Jan 30, 2019 7:21:26 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
As Sandy grabbed the ladder and was being pulled up and away from the arena a 'package' dropped from the drone, into the arena, the resulting explosion leveling a significant part of the entire complex leaving her with the thought of whether she needed to return and see if her husband had survived or had been blown to bits as it appeared her captors had.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 30, 2019 10:28:07 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
As Sandy grabbed the ladder and was being pulled up and away from the arena a 'package' dropped from the drone, into the arena, the resulting explosion leveling a significant part of the entire complex leaving her with the thought of whether she needed to return and see if her husband had survived or had been blown to bits as it appeared her captors had.
With that thought shoved in the back of her mind for the moment, Sandy was forced to focus all her attention on clinging to the ladder after the concussion from the explosion had nearly blown her off just as the drone cleared the top of the arena.
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Post by 2old on Jan 30, 2019 11:51:56 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
As Sandy grabbed the ladder and was being pulled up and away from the arena a 'package' dropped from the drone, into the arena, the resulting explosion leveling a significant part of the entire complex leaving her with the thought of whether she needed to return and see if her husband had survived or had been blown to bits as it appeared her captors had.
With that thought shoved in the back of her mind for the moment, Sandy was forced to focus all her attention on clinging to the ladder after the concussion from the explosion had nearly blown her off just as the drone cleared the top of the arena.
Hanging there with her life in the balance, she began to shriek... not from pain but from laughter... as her mind was churning with "I wish I had a mirror since I know this past few minutes has evolved into a really bad hair day!"
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Post by TheSource on Jan 30, 2019 12:45:11 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
As Sandy grabbed the ladder and was being pulled up and away from the arena a 'package' dropped from the drone, into the arena, the resulting explosion leveling a significant part of the entire complex leaving her with the thought of whether she needed to return and see if her husband had survived or had been blown to bits as it appeared her captors had.
With that thought shoved in the back of her mind for the moment, Sandy was forced to focus all her attention on clinging to the ladder after the concussion from the explosion had nearly blown her off just as the drone cleared the top of the arena.
Hanging there with her life in the balance, she began to shriek... not from pain but from laughter... as her mind was churning with "I wish I had a mirror since I know this past few minutes has evolved into a really bad hair day!"
With the drone still flying on its' mystery trajectory now about a quarter mile from the fiery remains of the arena and Sandy holding on for her life, there came a booming voice seemingly out of thin air that for an instant left her to think that is was God talking to her and asking if she were alright.
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Post by 2old on Jan 30, 2019 16:43:28 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
As Sandy grabbed the ladder and was being pulled up and away from the arena a 'package' dropped from the drone, into the arena, the resulting explosion leveling a significant part of the entire complex leaving her with the thought of whether she needed to return and see if her husband had survived or had been blown to bits as it appeared her captors had.
With that thought shoved in the back of her mind for the moment, Sandy was forced to focus all her attention on clinging to the ladder after the concussion from the explosion had nearly blown her off just as the drone cleared the top of the arena.
Hanging there with her life in the balance, she began to shriek... not from pain but from laughter... as her mind was churning with "I wish I had a mirror since I know this past few minutes has evolved into a really bad hair day!"
With the drone still flying on its' mystery trajectory now about a quarter mile from the fiery remains of the arena and Sandy holding on for her life, there came a booming voice seemingly out of thin air that for an instant left her to think that is was God talking to her and asking if she were alright.
It was the drone pilot, talking to her through a speaker mounted on the robotic flying machine, saying the drone was straining and she would be put down in a few minutes... in a heavily forested area... and it would be up to her to find a way to safety.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 30, 2019 17:45:48 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
As Sandy grabbed the ladder and was being pulled up and away from the arena a 'package' dropped from the drone, into the arena, the resulting explosion leveling a significant part of the entire complex leaving her with the thought of whether she needed to return and see if her husband had survived or had been blown to bits as it appeared her captors had.
With that thought shoved in the back of her mind for the moment, Sandy was forced to focus all her attention on clinging to the ladder after the concussion from the explosion had nearly blown her off just as the drone cleared the top of the arena.
Hanging there with her life in the balance, she began to shriek... not from pain but from laughter... as her mind was churning with "I wish I had a mirror since I know this past few minutes has evolved into a really bad hair day!"
With the drone still flying on its' mystery trajectory now about a quarter mile from the fiery remains of the arena and Sandy holding on for her life, there came a booming voice seemingly out of thin air that for an instant left her to think that is was God talking to her and asking if she were alright.
It was the drone pilot, talking to her through a speaker mounted on the robotic flying machine, saying the drone was straining and she would be put down in a few minutes... in a heavily forested area... and it would be up to her to find a way to safety.
As the drone set her down near a two lane road then taking off in a westerly direction, she couldn't help but think of why the drone pilot couldn't have taken her all the way to where he was controlling the drone from and providing to her an explanation on why he had chosen to help her escape from the unnamed gentleman and his thugs.
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Post by 2old on Jan 30, 2019 19:46:06 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
As Sandy grabbed the ladder and was being pulled up and away from the arena a 'package' dropped from the drone, into the arena, the resulting explosion leveling a significant part of the entire complex leaving her with the thought of whether she needed to return and see if her husband had survived or had been blown to bits as it appeared her captors had.
With that thought shoved in the back of her mind for the moment, Sandy was forced to focus all her attention on clinging to the ladder after the concussion from the explosion had nearly blown her off just as the drone cleared the top of the arena.
Hanging there with her life in the balance, she began to shriek... not from pain but from laughter... as her mind was churning with "I wish I had a mirror since I know this past few minutes has evolved into a really bad hair day!"
With the drone still flying on its' mystery trajectory now about a quarter mile from the fiery remains of the arena and Sandy holding on for her life, there came a booming voice seemingly out of thin air that for an instant left her to think that is was God talking to her and asking if she were alright.
It was the drone pilot, talking to her through a speaker mounted on the robotic flying machine, saying the drone was straining and she would be put down in a few minutes... in a heavily forested area... and it would be up to her to find a way to safety.
As the drone set her down near a two lane road then taking off in a westerly direction, she couldn't help but think of why the drone pilot couldn't have taken her all the way to where he was controlling the drone from and providing to her an explanation on why he had chosen to help her escape from the unnamed gentleman and his thugs.
Not having any sense of direction, far in the distance to her left she heard the barking of dogs and assumed those were bloodhounds attempting to pick up her scent, while to her right she could hear what sounded like cars or trucks traveling on the two-lane road and unknowing of which, if either, were those searching to do her harm or those searching to save her.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 30, 2019 20:48:59 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
As Sandy grabbed the ladder and was being pulled up and away from the arena a 'package' dropped from the drone, into the arena, the resulting explosion leveling a significant part of the entire complex leaving her with the thought of whether she needed to return and see if her husband had survived or had been blown to bits as it appeared her captors had.
With that thought shoved in the back of her mind for the moment, Sandy was forced to focus all her attention on clinging to the ladder after the concussion from the explosion had nearly blown her off just as the drone cleared the top of the arena.
Hanging there with her life in the balance, she began to shriek... not from pain but from laughter... as her mind was churning with "I wish I had a mirror since I know this past few minutes has evolved into a really bad hair day!"
With the drone still flying on its' mystery trajectory now about a quarter mile from the fiery remains of the arena and Sandy holding on for her life, there came a booming voice seemingly out of thin air that for an instant left her to think that is was God talking to her and asking if she were alright.
It was the drone pilot, talking to her through a speaker mounted on the robotic flying machine, saying the drone was straining and she would be put down in a few minutes... in a heavily forested area... and it would be up to her to find a way to safety.
As the drone set her down near a two lane road then taking off in a westerly direction, she couldn't help but think of why the drone pilot couldn't have taken her all the way to where he was controlling the drone from and providing to her an explanation on why he had chosen to help her escape from the unnamed gentleman and his thugs.
Not having any sense of direction, far in the distance to her left she heard the barking of dogs and assumed those were bloodhounds attempting to pick up her scent, while to her right she could hear what sounded like cars or trucks traveling on the two-lane road and unknowing of which, if either, were those searching to do her harm or those searching to save her.
Ducking into the bushes as the barking and noise of the approaching vehicles grew closer, she discovered a stream just a few yards from the road and quickly jumped in and started to wade forward in its direction of flow in an attempt to cover her scent and tracks from the dogs she was sure were on her trail hoping that the stream led to someone that could help her escape and possibly explain the nightmare that she was in.
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Post by 2old on Jan 31, 2019 8:26:46 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
As Sandy grabbed the ladder and was being pulled up and away from the arena a 'package' dropped from the drone, into the arena, the resulting explosion leveling a significant part of the entire complex leaving her with the thought of whether she needed to return and see if her husband had survived or had been blown to bits as it appeared her captors had.
With that thought shoved in the back of her mind for the moment, Sandy was forced to focus all her attention on clinging to the ladder after the concussion from the explosion had nearly blown her off just as the drone cleared the top of the arena.
Hanging there with her life in the balance, she began to shriek... not from pain but from laughter... as her mind was churning with "I wish I had a mirror since I know this past few minutes has evolved into a really bad hair day!"
With the drone still flying on its' mystery trajectory now about a quarter mile from the fiery remains of the arena and Sandy holding on for her life, there came a booming voice seemingly out of thin air that for an instant left her to think that is was God talking to her and asking if she were alright.
It was the drone pilot, talking to her through a speaker mounted on the robotic flying machine, saying the drone was straining and she would be put down in a few minutes... in a heavily forested area... and it would be up to her to find a way to safety.
As the drone set her down near a two lane road then taking off in a westerly direction, she couldn't help but think of why the drone pilot couldn't have taken her all the way to where he was controlling the drone from and providing to her an explanation on why he had chosen to help her escape from the unnamed gentleman and his thugs.
Not having any sense of direction, far in the distance to her left she heard the barking of dogs and assumed those were bloodhounds attempting to pick up her scent, while to her right she could hear what sounded like cars or trucks traveling on the two-lane road and unknowing of which, if either, were those searching to do her harm or those searching to save her.
Ducking into the bushes as the barking and noise of the approaching vehicles grew closer, she discovered a stream just a few yards from the road and quickly jumped in and started to wade forward in its direction of flow in an attempt to cover her scent and tracks from the dogs she was sure were on her trail hoping that the stream led to someone that could help her escape and possibly explain the nightmare that she was in.
The further she waded, the sounds of dogs and vehicles were being drowned out by an increasing roar of an upstream rapids or waterfall, either one dangerous and possibly fatal to a skilled swimmer... let alone, Sandy, who had never had a swimming lesson or swam a stroke or been in water deeper than her knees in her short life.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 31, 2019 20:48:35 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
As Sandy grabbed the ladder and was being pulled up and away from the arena a 'package' dropped from the drone, into the arena, the resulting explosion leveling a significant part of the entire complex leaving her with the thought of whether she needed to return and see if her husband had survived or had been blown to bits as it appeared her captors had.
With that thought shoved in the back of her mind for the moment, Sandy was forced to focus all her attention on clinging to the ladder after the concussion from the explosion had nearly blown her off just as the drone cleared the top of the arena.
Hanging there with her life in the balance, she began to shriek... not from pain but from laughter... as her mind was churning with "I wish I had a mirror since I know this past few minutes has evolved into a really bad hair day!"
With the drone still flying on its' mystery trajectory now about a quarter mile from the fiery remains of the arena and Sandy holding on for her life, there came a booming voice seemingly out of thin air that for an instant left her to think that is was God talking to her and asking if she were alright.
It was the drone pilot, talking to her through a speaker mounted on the robotic flying machine, saying the drone was straining and she would be put down in a few minutes... in a heavily forested area... and it would be up to her to find a way to safety.
As the drone set her down near a two lane road then taking off in a westerly direction, she couldn't help but think of why the drone pilot couldn't have taken her all the way to where he was controlling the drone from and providing to her an explanation on why he had chosen to help her escape from the unnamed gentleman and his thugs.
Not having any sense of direction, far in the distance to her left she heard the barking of dogs and assumed those were bloodhounds attempting to pick up her scent, while to her right she could hear what sounded like cars or trucks traveling on the two-lane road and unknowing of which, if either, were those searching to do her harm or those searching to save her.
Ducking into the bushes as the barking and noise of the approaching vehicles grew closer, she discovered a stream just a few yards from the road and quickly jumped in and started to wade forward in its direction of flow in an attempt to cover her scent and tracks from the dogs she was sure were on her trail hoping that the stream led to someone that could help her escape and possibly explain the nightmare that she was in.
The further she waded, the sounds of dogs and vehicles were being drowned out by an increasing roar of an upstream rapids or waterfall, either one dangerous and possibly fatal to a skilled swimmer... let alone, Sandy, who had never had a swimming lesson or swam a stroke or been in water deeper than her knees in her short life.
Fear was quickly overtaking her as she struggled toward the opposite bank of the stream, but deep down she knew that fear was her enemy at the moment and that she had to conquer it here and now or be consumed either by it or by what she thought was tracking her.
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Post by 2old on Jan 31, 2019 22:23:20 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
As Sandy grabbed the ladder and was being pulled up and away from the arena a 'package' dropped from the drone, into the arena, the resulting explosion leveling a significant part of the entire complex leaving her with the thought of whether she needed to return and see if her husband had survived or had been blown to bits as it appeared her captors had.
With that thought shoved in the back of her mind for the moment, Sandy was forced to focus all her attention on clinging to the ladder after the concussion from the explosion had nearly blown her off just as the drone cleared the top of the arena.
Hanging there with her life in the balance, she began to shriek... not from pain but from laughter... as her mind was churning with "I wish I had a mirror since I know this past few minutes has evolved into a really bad hair day!"
With the drone still flying on its' mystery trajectory now about a quarter mile from the fiery remains of the arena and Sandy holding on for her life, there came a booming voice seemingly out of thin air that for an instant left her to think that is was God talking to her and asking if she were alright.
It was the drone pilot, talking to her through a speaker mounted on the robotic flying machine, saying the drone was straining and she would be put down in a few minutes... in a heavily forested area... and it would be up to her to find a way to safety.
As the drone set her down near a two lane road then taking off in a westerly direction, she couldn't help but think of why the drone pilot couldn't have taken her all the way to where he was controlling the drone from and providing to her an explanation on why he had chosen to help her escape from the unnamed gentleman and his thugs.
Not having any sense of direction, far in the distance to her left she heard the barking of dogs and assumed those were bloodhounds attempting to pick up her scent, while to her right she could hear what sounded like cars or trucks traveling on the two-lane road and unknowing of which, if either, were those searching to do her harm or those searching to save her.
Ducking into the bushes as the barking and noise of the approaching vehicles grew closer, she discovered a stream just a few yards from the road and quickly jumped in and started to wade forward in its direction of flow in an attempt to cover her scent and tracks from the dogs she was sure were on her trail hoping that the stream led to someone that could help her escape and possibly explain the nightmare that she was in.
The further she waded, the sounds of dogs and vehicles were being drowned out by an increasing roar of an upstream rapids or waterfall, either one dangerous and possibly fatal to a skilled swimmer... let alone, Sandy, who had never had a swimming lesson or swam a stroke or been in water deeper than her knees in her short life.
Fear was quickly overtaking her as she struggled toward the opposite bank of the stream, but deep down she knew that fear was her enemy at the moment and that she had to conquer it here and now or be consumed either by it or by what she thought was tracking her.
Sandy found herself being propelled by the current on a collision course with a huge rock outcropping with no means of slowing the speed so shutting her eyes and anticipating the certain fatal collision suddenly the current changed slightly, delivering her unscathed into a hidden cavern where she was able to regain her footing and wade to a dry area on the rock floor.
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