frequented? You could tell yourself that they were getting paid, that nobody was holding a gun to their head - like they were, literally, here - but what if that was the only work they could get? Do you honestly think that they enjoyed it?
Now really wasn't the time or the place to be thinking about that, but he couldn't get the blonde woman out of his mind. Couldn't stand thinking about the Dragon pawing and molesting her. It wasn't right. Just wasn't-
Rangers have died here today , he reminded himself. Some of them he knew, albeit briefly. Even though he'd taken the name from their flag, that man wasn't representative of this country, any more than The Tsar was representative of Russia's population. Those men down there, who'd been trying to bring peace and stability to the region - they were the real heroes of Wales. And it was about time this sick son of a bitch who thought he was in charge was driven out.
That's what Dale was doing here, that was his mission - or part of it - given to him by Jack. The Welsh contingent of the Rangers were well aware of what the Dragon could become, so they'd asked for help. Dale had been sent in undercover to gather information, to find something they could use to take down the Dragon's organisation. He'd only been around a couple of days when they'd attacked the Ranger HQ, decimating their number. He'd heard about it from some of the other servants, but never thought he'd see the survivors of that massacre exterminated in such a sick mockery of what this place was built for.
Again he couldn't help thinking about the girl with blonde hair.
Dale squeezed his eyes shut. Stop the Dragon, you stop the killing, and stop what was happening to these women. It was up to Dale. Jack was relying on him. Wouldn't do anything about the attack on the Rangers until he'd heard back from his mole. He wondered if they could even muster a force to take on all the Dragon's people in one go. There were more than they'd imagined, or the Welsh Rangers had suggested. And with Robert's troops spread out now more than ever, the man himself having answered a distress call from Bill up near Scotland, perhaps it really was down to Dale to do something.
This certainly wasn't as cool as Jack had made it sound. "It'll be just like Mission Impossible , kid," the large American had promised.
Mission Impossible? Mission bloody unbelievable more like - as in how unbelievably bad his luck was. What exactly would Tom Cruise do now in his position? Off the bad guy, blow up his base and get the girl.
He sighed; that really did only happen in the movies. This was real life and sometimes that stank.
"Hey you," said one of the guards. He touched his chest. "Yes, you. What you still doing here? Clear off back to the kitchens, this isn't a peep show."
Dale nodded. No, it was more like a flesh farm. No doubt these men wanted to be left alone with the harem women for a reason. Only look but don't touch, because they belonged to the Dragon.
No woman - no man, either, for that matter - should belong to someone else. If Robert had taught them anything, it was that. He'd also taught the lesson to De Falaise, The Tsar and countless other thugs who didn't seem to know it already. His men followed him not because they had to, but because they wanted to. Because they believed in what he did, in liberty and the right to live a peaceful existence.
Impossible or not, Dale would find a way to bring that to these people again, he had to.
Reluctantly, he left the women behind with the guards.
But still couldn't shake the picture of the one girl who'd gone off with the Dragon from his mind.
Chapter Four
It was amazing to think how, over the last year especially, this place had become like home to him.
The Reverend Tate even had a place where he would go to pray, a quiet place he'd blessed himself down in the Lower Bailey. He was there now, talking to God; thanking Him for the new day, for keeping his friends safe and asking Him
Now really wasn't the time or the place to be thinking about that, but he couldn't get the blonde woman out of his mind. Couldn't stand thinking about the Dragon pawing and molesting her. It wasn't right. Just wasn't-
Rangers have died here today , he reminded himself. Some of them he knew, albeit briefly. Even though he'd taken the name from their flag, that man wasn't representative of this country, any more than The Tsar was representative of Russia's population. Those men down there, who'd been trying to bring peace and stability to the region - they were the real heroes of Wales. And it was about time this sick son of a bitch who thought he was in charge was driven out.
That's what Dale was doing here, that was his mission - or part of it - given to him by Jack. The Welsh contingent of the Rangers were well aware of what the Dragon could become, so they'd asked for help. Dale had been sent in undercover to gather information, to find something they could use to take down the Dragon's organisation. He'd only been around a couple of days when they'd attacked the Ranger HQ, decimating their number. He'd heard about it from some of the other servants, but never thought he'd see the survivors of that massacre exterminated in such a sick mockery of what this place was built for.
Again he couldn't help thinking about the girl with blonde hair.
Dale squeezed his eyes shut. Stop the Dragon, you stop the killing, and stop what was happening to these women. It was up to Dale. Jack was relying on him. Wouldn't do anything about the attack on the Rangers until he'd heard back from his mole. He wondered if they could even muster a force to take on all the Dragon's people in one go. There were more than they'd imagined, or the Welsh Rangers had suggested. And with Robert's troops spread out now more than ever, the man himself having answered a distress call from Bill up near Scotland, perhaps it really was down to Dale to do something.
This certainly wasn't as cool as Jack had made it sound. "It'll be just like Mission Impossible , kid," the large American had promised.
Mission Impossible? Mission bloody unbelievable more like - as in how unbelievably bad his luck was. What exactly would Tom Cruise do now in his position? Off the bad guy, blow up his base and get the girl.
He sighed; that really did only happen in the movies. This was real life and sometimes that stank.
"Hey you," said one of the guards. He touched his chest. "Yes, you. What you still doing here? Clear off back to the kitchens, this isn't a peep show."
Dale nodded. No, it was more like a flesh farm. No doubt these men wanted to be left alone with the harem women for a reason. Only look but don't touch, because they belonged to the Dragon.
No woman - no man, either, for that matter - should belong to someone else. If Robert had taught them anything, it was that. He'd also taught the lesson to De Falaise, The Tsar and countless other thugs who didn't seem to know it already. His men followed him not because they had to, but because they wanted to. Because they believed in what he did, in liberty and the right to live a peaceful existence.
Impossible or not, Dale would find a way to bring that to these people again, he had to.
Reluctantly, he left the women behind with the guards.
But still couldn't shake the picture of the one girl who'd gone off with the Dragon from his mind.
Chapter Four
It was amazing to think how, over the last year especially, this place had become like home to him.
The Reverend Tate even had a place where he would go to pray, a quiet place he'd blessed himself down in the Lower Bailey. He was there now, talking to God; thanking Him for the new day, for keeping his friends safe and asking Him
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