Contract Free Arulco: The Bitch Must Die!

Day Three: San Mona

The rebel intelligence was accurate about the road block at the junction to San Mona and after dispatching the road block and loading up on most of the weapons the six men had to possibly sell to the arms dealer in San Mona, most of the journey to San Mona was taking up with a conversation that all but Gillie took part in. The main topic of discussion was how those poorly armed and trained soldiers were able to hit at ranges between 200 and 300 hundred meters with nothing but pistols.

Robber thought it was nothing more than percentages, like when he ‘sprays and prays’ a long burst at a target outside the range of his weapon. Kilroy disagreed; when the soldiers would score a hit, it generally was with their first shot. Robber had to agree that it seemed it was their first shot that hit but he still thought it was just blind luck that they were hitting them, just like when he was able to tag a soldier at close to 300 meters away with a 9mm. They all agreed that the one boon of them being shot at such extreme range was that their field jackets were able to mostly stop the round, but it didn’t stop it from hurting.

Terror thought the hits were more random, like when someone is shot or kill by a bullet aim at someone else, but Sara had to point out the times she was hit, she was sure she was the target. Dimitri flexed his philosophical side when he asked, “does it matter? If you are dead, you are dead.”

The closer they got to San Mona the more agitated Ira became; Kilroy and Terror both saw her absently scratch the top portion of her crotch. Pointing that out to Sierra, Sierra asked Dimitri to stick close to Ira because they didn’t need her starting something with the mostly neutral criminal element of San Mona. Dimitri readily agreed to Sierra’s request and moved that much closer to Ira.

Since neither Ira or Dimitri knew who the gun dealer was nor where he could be found, Sara thought they would hit the bars first. The Santo brother at the first bar was of no use, but Terror, who entered a leather shop more because she liked leather then actually thinking she would find anything reported back that the proprietor asked if she would be willing to take a job after he tried selling her a Kevlar laced bomber jacket. Terror was sorely tempted to buy that jacket. Ira immediately pressed Terror for what the job offer was. Angel, the proprietor had a sister who was being forced to work as a prostitute at the Shady Lady in central San Mona; if she was rescued Angel would make restitution but since he didn’t say an exact dollar figure, Terror did not accept the job.

Ira immediately blew her stack, screaming how the girls who worked in San Mona were no more than slaves and that they had to be freed. They HAD to be! None of the mercenaries responded to her shrieks of action, with most of them looking towards Dimitri. Dimitri swallowed deeply before taking the three steps forward to where Ira was still ranting. Putting his oversized hand on her shoulder gently, Ira glared at him with evil in her eyes; Sara was sure she was going to kill him for the affront but Dimitri’s caring eyes won out and Ira went from screaming to crying while Dimitri held her softly. Sara was tempted to leave Dimitri and Ira back while they moved on to the central section of town but she didn’t want her force to be split up. Her force…She was still questioning whether placing her in charge was the right call, but so far she thought she was doing okay in her new role.

To cover more ground in central San Mona, she had every split up into pairs; Ira and Dimitri, Robber and Gillie, Kilroy and Terror and Big Al with her. While she liked the idea of having a huge hulking man standing behind her to dissuade possible unwanted attention by the machismo male crooks, Terror was content in her own skills and Kilroy tagged along with Terror. While Sara and Big Al spent twenty minutes sipping the local rotgut while trying and failing to get some info out of the useless bartender Frank at the largest bar ‘in all of San Mona’, Robber communicated that he was going offline because he was going to check out the Shady Lady for possibly info as well as checking on Angel’s sister Maria. Sierra tried to eighty-six that plan but Robber either had already taken off his communication headset or was ignoring her. Big Al told her it would be okay.

Meanwhile, Kilroy followed Terror into the local tattoo parlor, the queer running the show made a persuasive argument for a tattoo; that she had to admit. Kilroy did not have one but had thought about getting one previously. Terror had four. A tribal arm band on her left arm, some symbol she did not recognize on her right and only because they had used a communal shower, she knew that Terror also had a screeching ghost circling each of her dark nipples. Terror knew that those two tattoos and the nipple rings would garner stares so she pre-empted her questions; “The ghost’s are the root of my power, of how I own the night.” Kilroy filed that statement away but couldn’t help ask about the pierced nipples. “Those?” Terror laughed, “I have those because they are a direct link to my clitoris, I can cum just by playing with the nipple rings.” With an “oh”, Kilroy filed that knowledge away for a later date as well.

When Sara had finally had enough of Frank’s useless banter and lecherous stares they left ‘Klaus’s Korner’ and went to search more of San Mona. To her surprise she saw the rest of her crew walking to Big Al and her from different directions. Dimtri and Ira went to the diner on the other side of the tattoo parlor simply to get Ira farther away from the Shady Lady. Terror and Kilroy came out of the tattoo parlor while Robber was walking up the south road. What irked Sara was that Gillie wasn’t with Robber, instead he was coming from the opposite direction.

“What did you find out?” Sara asked when everyone was together.

“Dimitri and I sat at the diner the next block over; no one said anything of interest. We left after the last customer departed.”

Sara looked at Terror; “we found bumpkiss, but when we have some down time, that guy may be a queer, but I will grant he knows his art. While I don’t want a ‘vibrant multi-colored peacock’ on my ass; I wouldn’t mind his banshee on my inner thigh.”

Kilroy looked at Terror, “You didn’t like the peacock?”

“It was nice, just not for me. I can see it on you though.”

Embarrassed, “you can?!?”

“Enough, business folks.” Looking at Robber, “oh that is right, someone set the precedent for taking some personal time. I thought you would be gone longer.”

“Well, what can I say, she was actually pretty good.”

Sierra rolled her eyes, while Big Al and Terror chuckled. Ira found nothing funny, “Was it Maria?”

“No, another, more…agreeable girl. I did talk to Maria, she is a prisoner there. But, I happened to snag this!” and Robber produced a dull brass key.

“That key to go to anything.”

“No, after talking to the Madam, who must have been really impressed with me because she didn’t charge me at all, I talked to the guard they have roaming the hallway checking all the locked doors with his keys, nice guy, bit slow, like the house of a door man they have and he didn’t see me acquire this key off of his persons.”|

“Damnit Robber, do you have to live up to that name? I thought your name was a play on your given name of Robert, but pronounced with a French accent! What if you would have been caught! Do we really want the so called Kingpin and his cronies gunning for us too?”

“Klaus.”

“What?”

“The Kingpen, his name is Klaus.”

“No shit Sherlock, in case you haven’t noticed, half the businesses in San Mona have the name Klaus in it.”

Unhappy with how Robber and Sierra was interacting, Big Al let his booming voice be heard, “so what next?”

Sierra paused to look at Big Al, ignoring Robber and how she was letting her emotions get the best of her. “What have we missed? Has every place been looked through? Wait a minute, who the hell looked? Big Al and I went to the bar, their rot-gut stinks; Ira and Dimitri had lunch, Kilroy and Terror looked at tattoos and Robber got his dick wet. What the hell did you do Gillie and why weren’t you with Robber?”

Gillie had been standing off to the side, watching his surroundings more than his crew mates, “I checked out all of the businesses north of the adult book store; no gun dealer.”

“Finally someone doing something preductive. Okay, Kilroy and Terror, go check that adult book store. Gillie and Robber, check out this diner over here, Dimitri and Ira take one more walk around town. Big Al and I will check out those two warehouses on the southside of town.”

“Oh, hey, I know about the warehouses. With the fuel embargo on, the two companies that were renting those warehouses closed up shop and laid off the dock workers they had. Supposedly they are empty.”

“Thank you Robber, I am glad your prostitute knew something other than how to swallow dick.”

“Actually it was the Madam who told me.”

“Whatever. Chime if you find something, if not, back here in ten.”

As Sara was walking to the warehouses in the south, she over heard a jubilant Terror proclaim that she would be able to see about replacing her anal beads. Shaking her head she thought that girl was scary in more ways than one.

The first warehouse was unlocked and empty; the lock had been forced and the inside was vandalized. The second warehouse was still locked and it took Big Al just over a minute to pick the lock. Inside was military surplus items, Sierra assumed the company, Select World Wide Shipping, Ltd. helped provide the Kingpin and his cronies with non-gun types of military goods. Big Al said that he thought a few of the items in the remaining crates could be of use so she left him to sort through the crates while she checked on the rest her crew.

Ira and Dimitri, since they had the most ground to cover was the last to show. Everyone struck out but Kilroy thought there was something more to the adult bookstore because the building it was in contained a large warehouse section and the selection up front was nothing to sneeze at but the guy Hans, who was running the store wouldn’t stop complaining about the dyke who constantly complained and wouldn’t leave. From the angle Sara was standing at, she could see the warehouse section in the back of the bookstore. She had been in a couple of adult bookstores in her young life and none of them had such a large warehouse section, porn sold when it was seen.

“Okay, let’s go back to visit the guy running the show. Ira and Dimitri, stay outside and keep an eye out. Especially if the army shows up.”

“The army won’t show up here.”

That caused Sara to pause, “why not Dimitri.”

“Agreement between Kingpin and Queen.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“What I heard” Ira added, “was that the Kingpin was pissed that the Queen uses her own Sex Slaves and not the Kingpin’s whores. The Kingpin tried to have the Queen off’d but failed. For awhile the two forces were fighting each other.”

“The army versus a wanna be Tony Montoya?”

“The Kingpin has men everywhere, including in the army. San Mona was taken but the Queen suffered three more attempts on her life. When the Kingpin offered a truce, the Queen took it.”

“Why?”

“Miguel tried to take Grumm.”

“Oh, that was sneaky of him.”

“But he failed and withdrew before he took too many losses. It opened the Queen’s eyes about who her real enemy was and made her uncomfortable with the idea that Miguel and the Kingpin could team-up, something Miguel would never do.”

“Okay, I can see that happening.”

“So the Queen granted the Kingpin ownership of San Mona, his main source of revenue is the prostitutes and the cage fighting in the south of San Mona near the Kingpin’s mansion. Tony the gun runner is part of the Kingpin’s network too.”

“And the miners all come to San Mona to spend their hard earned money.”

“Exactly while the soldiers…the soldiers…the soldiers…”

Dimitri finished what Ira could not say, “The soldiers are taken care of by entertainment provided and controlled by the Queen.”

“Okay, let’s go see this Hans.” Ira leaned against Dimitri, who stood stoically near the entrance to the adult bookstore, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings.

Sara walked right up to the counter Hans stood behind with a closed door directly behind him. Looking to her right she couldn’t help but notice the dyke and hoped that was makeup on her forehead and not a tattoo. When she saw Terror and Kilroy stop at the display that had the anal beads she groaned and forced herself not to listen to whatever they may be saying. Not listening to her crew mates was easy to accomplish because the dyke would not shut up about wishing Hans had a better lesbian section and Sara was quickly tempted to slap in one of those clips of AET ammo for the MPK5A4 she was carrying just to see what one of those bullets would do to the dykes abnormally painted face.

Sara was not serious about the harming the dyke, but when she saw Gillie walking towards the dyke with his hand reaching for where he kept his silenced Glock 18, the one loaded with glaser ammo and she was sure there was going to be a mess to clean up. When they dyke screamed, Sara couldn’t help but pull her MPK out only to quickly shove it back into her shoulder holster when she saw the dyke running for the door screaming about some tape she had never seen before. What added to the confusion was she was actually holding a tape above her head shaking it like a little girl. Where did the tape come from when Sara had heard her complain to Hans that he only had five lesbian tapes and she had seen them all.


“Finally, that bitch is gone.” This from Hans. “From what you just pulled out, I am assuming you want to see Tony. He is in back.” Followed by Hans moving to the side and opening the door behind him.

It was that easy? Sara nodded for Kilroy and Terror to go first followed by Robber with her following Gillie. The door lead to a square shaped office with two doors, one of which read ‘Manager’. Sara nodded to Robber to go knock on that door. When he heard a ‘yes’, he opened and went to walk in.

Sara grabbed Gillie before he could start walking. Gillie glared menacingly at her. Sara didn’t care. “Where the fuck do you keep pulling that stuff from? Your ass? No one knew you had a silencer and now you also walk around with lesbian porn on your person?!?” Gillie said nothing and shrugged, his eyes full of mirth and menace. Sara released him, “how about being more of team player for now on?” And walked through the doorway to the manager’s office.

Only to stop cold at what she saw inside. Tony, sitting on one of the two couches in the office, was a bit over weight and not at all attractive with his coke lens glasses, but it was the naked girl bobbing her head up and down on his man meat that truly disgusted Sara. The girl was skinny showing nothing but bones had a collar around her neck with a leash attached to the collar. The handle of the leash was in Tony’s grimy paw.

“As I was telling the rest, the desk there is a list of items that I have for sale. It lists the available item’s name, its cost and status; new, mostly new, fairly new and not so new. If you are selling, I buy only weapons and you are to place them on the desk. After I appraise I will give you a fair price.”

Numbly Sara moved to the list on the table. He had crap but at least they were only sort of over priced. They would be able to sell the pistols they took off the last patrol but to ensure they did not offend the gun dealer, she also bought some incidental items, most in need of repair and nothing they really needed. The break lights could come in handy, the flash protectors too and Kilroy, as much as she is a sniper, always bemoans not having grenades, so she requested the two mini grenades and two smoke grenades he had. Only one of the break lights and one of the two flash protectors were new. Everything else Big Al would have to repair.

The prostitute/slave sucking on Tony’s limp penis did not release her mouth suction when he stood up to retrieve the money he was going to pay for the pistols deposited on his desk. When Sara looked at him regarding the items she had ‘ordered’, Tony just plopped back on his couch and called out “bitch”. Another naked girl, skinny and malnourished like the first came in behind the mercenaries, she too had a collar and leash hanging from it. Tony’s deep baritone voice told the new girl to “fill their order” while Tony laid his head back, closing his eyes.

While they waited for their order to be filled Kilroy nudged Sara to point out the silver metal or plastic sticking out of the back of the cushion next to where Tony was sitting. Sara couldn’t make out what the silver item was and looked at Kilroy curiously. Kilroy mouthed, “Steyr AUG-1” and Sara suddenly knew that Tony was not so vulnerable. Then she wondered if one of his ‘pets’ ever got the gumption to try to use the futuristic looking assault rifle on him. Sara doubted, from what she could tell, both girls were young, scared and submissive. Looking closer, Sara was able to see faded lash marks on the back of the girl who had yet to release Tony’s flaccid cock. As soon as the second girl arrived with their items everyone quickly left Tony’s den of un-equity.

They stayed that night in the warehouse with Big Al repairing the scavenged items and recently bought items. He was able to repair only a couple of items before sleep’s siren call took the man. The conversation the night was interspersed with business, Kilroy and Terror giving Ira and Sara pointers on marksmanship or Robber and Gillie showing Dimitri how to use their dexterity in stealing from the unsuspected. Dimitri’s dexterity was not good, but that didn’t stop him from being a natural throwing the knife.

Interspersed throughout the evening was discussions about what everyone saw in San Mona. Ira was particularly agitated by hearing about Tony’s two pets. Though Ira didn’t plead the case to execute the man, Sara knew that Ira was adding Tony to a list she had stored in the back of her warped mind. Kilroy couldn’t understand why the female never stopped fellating Tony the entire time they were there, even when Tony moved, she did not let her mouth come unattached.

Big Al was the only one who offered a possible explanation. “From what you have described, it sounds to me like she was starving and she was trying to get nourishment from the only source offered.”

Sara suddenly felt like she was going to loose the dinner Robber and Terror had picked up at the closest diner. “NO! No, that can’t be right. NO!”

“What better way to break a person?” Robber asked.

“But they were so young, they probably weren’t even 18!”

“And what you need to wrap around your thought process is that you are not in Kansas anymore Dorothy.”

“What do you mean by that Ira?” The fact that it was Ira offering words of wisdom and not screaming for blood scared Sara.

“In the US, that age 18 means something. Ages 18 or 21, they don’t mean spit here. Child pornography laws? None here. You can get thirty lashes for walking on the wrong grass in Balime but if you want to ‘educate’ your daughter with a ‘hands on approach’, more power to ya’. If the daughter doesn’t like it and tries to run away, she will either end up here at the Shady Lady or…or…or in the Queens Dungeon.” Ira said the last words with her eyes closed, when she opened them and saw the shocked and questioning looks on the other females present, she continued. “Yes, the Queen has a Dungeon. An honest to God working Dungeon. Want some one branded? They can do it there. Want to attach something permanent they can do that too.” Tears ran down Ira’s neutral face but she continued. “Want to torture someone so they don’t remember their name and swear the mother that bore them was not their mother? They can do that too. Want to make men, women and children scream simply because you like to hear them scream, she has that too! Want to murder and maim, all in the name of the government. That can happen too! Want to feed those who would think ill of you to tigers? She has that too, just not in the Dungeon. For that she has an arena and she invites all of her cronies from Balime to join in the blood sport festivities.”

When Ira paused, Robber tried to add some levity to the conversation. “Damn Ira, I don’t know if you or the entire population of Arulco should get first dips on that bitch.” Of course it failed.

“HAVE YOU EVERY BEEN A SLAVE? HAVE YOU EVER BEEN BRANDED OR HAD METAL PIERCE YOU AND BE PERMENANTLY WELDED ON TO YOU?”

When Robber or the rest did not answer, she continued, with a lower voice filled with malice.

“Have you ever been abused or rape? Or are you the type that rapes?”

“I have.” The voice stopped Ira cold because it came from behind her and there was only one person behind her, watching out the warehouse door, making sure nothing wicked this way comes.

“You Gillie?” Sara didn’t know what stunned her more; that Gillie was the one speaking or that something like that happened to him.

Disbelief intermingled with pain on Ira’s face. “Who?”

“My mother.” Gillie let the betrayal sink in before continuing. “I was born in Seoul, Korea. My mother was of mixed heritage, Korean and white, her father was stationed in Seoul right after the Korean War. That made my mother suffer much prejudices. So much that after I was born to a black father, also an American GI, we moved to Thailand escape. My mother did her best trying to provide for me, she worked long hours for no pay. But since we were not Thai we still suffered. When I twelve I was beaten bad and when my mother was trying to clean my wounds she had no fresh water and was using her saliva on a rag. I complained about my testicles aching because they had been kicked multiple times. So she pulled my pants down to check them. They were black and blue and swollen. My mother cried. I cried and she decided she was going to make it better. She started fondling me and was too scared to do anything but whimper, fearing more pain. I had known what sex was because I had to be constantly on the look out for the gangs that grab little boys off the street to work in the sex trade for the tourists. More than once I evaded capture but was able to see other boys not so lucky get snared. A couple of times the gangs would make those boys perform oral sex on them in an alley or take turns sticking their dicks in the boy’s ass.”

“Yes, I knew what my mother was trying to do to me but I was afraid of the pain. My mother eventually stopped after I had begged long enough. But she didn’t stop. Each night she would have me sleep on her mat with her and she would do whatever she wanted to me.”

Gillie stopped as he realized that was the most he had said since he had been in Arulco.

“Did you kill her?” Ira asked with her jaw set.

“No, eventually I did kill the boys that beat me. And I killed a couple of members of the gang that would come around looking for boys.”

“So what did you do to your mother?”

“Nothing. A couple of years later, she said that my father had gotten a hold of her and that he wanted to send me to a boarding school in the US. I actually didn’t want to go but my mother made me.”

Sara couldn’t help herself and had to ask the pressing question foremost in her mind. “Do you…do you ever get the urge to rape anyone?” The look of disgust on Ira’s face was magnified when Gillie finally answered.

“Yeah, I do.” Gillie had said enough and walked out the door into the night.

Ira was breathing heavy with mayhem on her face so Sara decided to end the conversation there and get a sleep cycle started. She soon sent Terror into the night to find Gillie. Terrror came back thirty minutes laughing so loud everyone woke up. While she didn’t find Gillie, she did see Hans buggering the Kyle the tattoo artiste behind the tattoo parlor.

Sara wanted to say that she had Hans pinged on her ‘gaydar’ but thought it best if everyone went back to sleep instead. When Sara woke in the morning, Gillie was sitting next to the door, sleeping with his head leaning against the door.

No one said much in the morning and after breaking fast, quickly loaded their gear to get out of San Mona. Frank had told Sara and Big Al a short cut to Chitzena the night before at the bar and true to his word, the would be liberators found themselves going north on the road to Chitzena. Unfortunately they were not the only one on the road at that time. Blood Cats, the indigenous large cat related to the puma, of Arulco decided the eight of them were a tasting snack and three of them charged the mercenaries from the north. Kilroy dropped one with her glaser loaded PSG-1, Gillie dropped one with his glaser loaded Glock, while Ira hit and killed the third with three of the four rounds fired from her MPK5A4 loaded with hollowpoints. Dimitri said that they were lucky because the Blood Cats preferred to attack from the back side of travelers. Sara acknowledged his data and passed that whoever had tail duties were to stay on their toes.

The army command in Chitzena didn’t have a chance. After San Mona, the liberators were filled with anger and furor that would not be denied. Again Robber was hit by a soldier’s first shot from over 200 meters away, while he was prone behind a tree no less in the southern section of Chitzena. Ira was hit with a flesh wound in the northern part, from a shot fired at Robber.

The head miner Fred, gladly offered a portion of his mines proceeds to the cause of liberating Arulco and Sara had Ira gather the locals who would be interested in joining the newly forming Chitzena Militia. Sara then had Big Al repair the M1 Carbine that had shot Ira as well as the three Kevlar vest picked up off the soldiers. Big Al said that the Kevlar repairs were going to take awhile. Sara thought about the using the rest of the operators to help fortify Chitzena but she was beginning to worry about their finances. Money would be coming in but more money now would be helpful. So she had Robber lead everyone else back to San Mona to sell some of the guns that wasn’t sold to the rebellion. She was not surprised to see that most of them complained about going back to sleazy San Mona while she got to sit on the beach and drink Mai Tai’s (while training the militia on the side, of course). But within the hour, they left on their trip.

Their trip was uneventful and Robber said that Tony didn’t have his two ‘pets’ with him this time and he had a couple of decent weapons. A Colt 9mm SMG and a Micro Uzi. Robber was going to keep the Sa-58, though he thought about switching over to the Colt SMG but he was going to let Dimitri use that vice that over large and not so effect hand cannon he carried. Kilroy asked for the Uzi as a PDW. That was the good news.

The bad news was that they had run into one of Miguel’s runners. He was coming from the south to deliver a message. A squad of the Queen’s elite mercenaries were spotted on the road to Chitzena. Apparently the Queen was going to fight fire with fire to get her lost town back and Robber wasn’t sure they would be able to make it back in time.