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fishing or boating in the marsh, and probably to anyone on the far side of the marsh visiting the Battle of Bloody Marsh memorial site.
A guy crawling around on the outside of a building had way too much chance of attracting official attention.
So they stood at the door and the Wrangler tried the handle very carefully. It was locked, of course. He pulled his gun out, took careful aim at the lock while the Agent took aim at the deadbolt. They fired nearly simultaneously. The Cleaner kicked the door in and it swung open easily. They Wrangler and then the Cleaner dove into the room.
A moment of staring intently over drawn guns showed there was no one in the room. They fanned out through the condo, guns at the ready, clearing each room in turn, then returned to the living room.
The Wrangler and the Cleaner returned to the living room while the Agent scoped out the balcony.
"Looks like he was here," said the Cleaner. "Got a laptop on the dining table."
The Wrangler glanced over at the laptop on the table. There was a webcam hooked up to it. It's light was on.
A connection formed in the Wrangler's mind. "Get out!" he cried to the Cleaner and the Agent, turning to run for the door as he did so.
There was a noise so loud it picked the Wrangler up and slammed him through the front door and into the wall that fronted it.
Things were hazy for the Wrangler after that. He could not move at all. He felt sticky stuff on his face. Nothing hurt, but he couldn't feel very much. He may have drifted in and out of consciousness, it was hard to tell. He smelled smoke and heard clattering and thunking noises. Then voices. Then sirens. Shortly after that, the voice of a young Coast Guardsman standing over him, saying, "This one's still with us."
The Wrangler summoned all his strength. "Hey," he said. "Hey."
The guardsman knelt down over him. "Take it easy, guy, we'll take care of you."
"Woman in trunk of car next door -- gray Toyota sedan -- locked in there," said the Wrangler. "Help her. Help her."
"Sure, we'll help her, but you need help too," said the young man. "Take it easy."
"She might die if you don't get her," said the Wrangler. "Help her."
"Right away," said the Guardsman. "We'll have a man down to check that car out right away. Now, you rest."
The Wrangler nodded. He didn't know if he would die or not when he closed his eyes, but at least now he could close them knowing he'd done what he had to, to save Christine's ass, and maybe his own.
Corpsman Alan Greene was alarmed by the Wrangler's words, and as soon as the medics had the Wrangler in their gurney, got two corpsmen and hurried next door. There was a gray Toyota sedan parked under it. They pried open the trunk with some firefighting equipment.
A round, striped suitcase lay in the trunk. Corpsman Greene flipped open the latch, and there inside it was a naked woman. Ropes criss-crossed her body and a black hood enclosed her head, with an iron collar beneath it. There was a red ball with holes in it gagging her mouth.
The Corpsmen lifted the suitcase out of the trunk, then lifted the naked woman out of the suitcase. She made a number of intelligible noises through the gag, possibly indicating distress.
They pulled the hood off her head and unbuckled the gag from her mouth, then untied the ropes securing her while she gagged and retched. Tears were streaming from her eyes.
Corpsman Greene placed his coat over her to cover her nakedness. She hardly appeared to notice.
"Oh, thank you thank you thank you," she said. "I'm going to live!"
Her eyes were so bright and her manner so distracted that Greene was concerned about her presence of mind.
"My name is Corpsman Alan Greene," said Green. "What's yours?"
"Christine," she said. "Christine Willock."
She paused for a moment, as if saying her name had reminded her of something.
"You need to call my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Willock, right away," she said to Greene. "They've got to be worried sick. I've been
A guy crawling around on the outside of a building had way too much chance of attracting official attention.
So they stood at the door and the Wrangler tried the handle very carefully. It was locked, of course. He pulled his gun out, took careful aim at the lock while the Agent took aim at the deadbolt. They fired nearly simultaneously. The Cleaner kicked the door in and it swung open easily. They Wrangler and then the Cleaner dove into the room.
A moment of staring intently over drawn guns showed there was no one in the room. They fanned out through the condo, guns at the ready, clearing each room in turn, then returned to the living room.
The Wrangler and the Cleaner returned to the living room while the Agent scoped out the balcony.
"Looks like he was here," said the Cleaner. "Got a laptop on the dining table."
The Wrangler glanced over at the laptop on the table. There was a webcam hooked up to it. It's light was on.
A connection formed in the Wrangler's mind. "Get out!" he cried to the Cleaner and the Agent, turning to run for the door as he did so.
There was a noise so loud it picked the Wrangler up and slammed him through the front door and into the wall that fronted it.
Things were hazy for the Wrangler after that. He could not move at all. He felt sticky stuff on his face. Nothing hurt, but he couldn't feel very much. He may have drifted in and out of consciousness, it was hard to tell. He smelled smoke and heard clattering and thunking noises. Then voices. Then sirens. Shortly after that, the voice of a young Coast Guardsman standing over him, saying, "This one's still with us."
The Wrangler summoned all his strength. "Hey," he said. "Hey."
The guardsman knelt down over him. "Take it easy, guy, we'll take care of you."
"Woman in trunk of car next door -- gray Toyota sedan -- locked in there," said the Wrangler. "Help her. Help her."
"Sure, we'll help her, but you need help too," said the young man. "Take it easy."
"She might die if you don't get her," said the Wrangler. "Help her."
"Right away," said the Guardsman. "We'll have a man down to check that car out right away. Now, you rest."
The Wrangler nodded. He didn't know if he would die or not when he closed his eyes, but at least now he could close them knowing he'd done what he had to, to save Christine's ass, and maybe his own.
Corpsman Alan Greene was alarmed by the Wrangler's words, and as soon as the medics had the Wrangler in their gurney, got two corpsmen and hurried next door. There was a gray Toyota sedan parked under it. They pried open the trunk with some firefighting equipment.
A round, striped suitcase lay in the trunk. Corpsman Greene flipped open the latch, and there inside it was a naked woman. Ropes criss-crossed her body and a black hood enclosed her head, with an iron collar beneath it. There was a red ball with holes in it gagging her mouth.
The Corpsmen lifted the suitcase out of the trunk, then lifted the naked woman out of the suitcase. She made a number of intelligible noises through the gag, possibly indicating distress.
They pulled the hood off her head and unbuckled the gag from her mouth, then untied the ropes securing her while she gagged and retched. Tears were streaming from her eyes.
Corpsman Greene placed his coat over her to cover her nakedness. She hardly appeared to notice.
"Oh, thank you thank you thank you," she said. "I'm going to live!"
Her eyes were so bright and her manner so distracted that Greene was concerned about her presence of mind.
"My name is Corpsman Alan Greene," said Green. "What's yours?"
"Christine," she said. "Christine Willock."
She paused for a moment, as if saying her name had reminded her of something.
"You need to call my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Willock, right away," she said to Greene. "They've got to be worried sick. I've been
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