An Evil Woman -- Part Eight
This is not a stand-alone story. The previous chapters will put everything into place for you. It will involve some lesbian sex, and some violence.
The slave trade is still very real today. Some use it to traffic young women for sex, some use it to gain cheap labour, while some use them as human currency it knows no age limit and you will find it in every country on the planet. It is all about lust and greed.
This is one of three stories that starts to merge with two others, [Stella & Margarita -- Sex in the Desert Sands and the City of Churches - The OWLS Club] I hope it works out as well on paper as it does in my head.
The noise of a low-flying US naval helicopter is not a sound you hear every day. And when you have been waiting for it, or something like it, to save your life, the noise it makes is like a riff from Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon. You can't always place the song but it sounds familiar and so good.
The helicopter circled us and several faces were looking down from the heavens at us, we were all waving and jumping around like crazy people. In fact, we were crazy people. I was dancing with Evie, Levi and the older blonde woman I had slapped around the day before. We were all laughing and dancing, it was only when one of the helicopter crew started pointing to his headset that I realised Levi was with us, "Fuck," I said and raced back into the comms room, closely followed by Levi and the other two.
I put the headset on and called out "Venturer here, can you read me?"
A voice came back straight away, "This is US warship Jason Durham, stand by for further instructions,"
Then a third voice came on and this was obviously from the helicopter crew, there was a distinct noise, a steady thump, thump, thump, in the background, "Venturer, maintain contact at all times," The radio went quiet once again then the first voice came back on, "Venturer, is there any able-bodied seamen on board?"
I responded in my best naval voice, "That's a negative, none that we've seen in the last 3 days,"
We were then asked if we were armed, I hesitated before replying that I was and there was also a small armoury on board.
"Ma'am please hand over all firearms to the marines who will help evacuate you and all of the other survivors."
"Understood," I told him.
The helicopter then lowered a single marine down onto the Venturer to join us, somehow it felt like were already saved. As soon as he landed and unhooked his harness, he asked who was in charge and everyone pointed at me. I felt a little proud, he came up to me and shook my hand, "Ma'am, I am Marine Sargent Mario Garibaldi US Navy, here to offer our assistance. I understand you are armed ma'am, may I have your weapons please?"
"You certainly can," as I gave him the unloaded shotgun, a machine pistol, the pistol that I gave to Levi and another rifle I had collected from the armoury but not used. Plus one hand grenade and a flashbang.
He looked at the array of weapons and smiled at us, "Ma'am, you have quite an inventory here, who were you fighting?"
I looked at him, trying my hardest not to break down, I took a deep breath and told him what I had seen since we left Adelaide. Then finished it off by saying to him, "At first I thought they were just thugs kidnapping kids off the street, then I saw some in military uniforms, one even got dressed up in a US navy officer's uniform, plus others who had definitely been trained but weren't in any uniform."
The helicopter suddenly took off in the direction of the lifeboat, he must have received a message and told us all to get inside the ship. The kids were all hanging on every word he said, and as soon as he spoke they did as they were told.
"Everyone into the lounge. Sit on the floor everyone, backs against the wall, away from the windows," he told us, once he had looked around. He then told whoever was on the other end of his radio, "All secured,"
We were all in there when we heard the machine guns firing, not the little machine pistols we had heard during our little fight, but big heavy sounding machine guns.
The marine Sargent told us not to worry that they were sinking the lifeboat as it was a hazard to shipping. It wasn't that I didn't believe him, but it made no sense. It was strange, to say the least.
I told the Sargent I was going down to a cabin to collect some clothes I was thinking I might as well take some of Lai's top-end garments for my inconvenience. He nodded and said not to be too long. I asked if he wanted to see where I saw the Chinese woman in a US Navy uniform.
"I don't but our intel guy might, I'll get him on the radio and you can tell him what you saw." He told me.
He spoke into his headset and we waited. Within minutes a voice told him to set me up in our comms room.
He took me back into our little radio room turned a couple of dials and all of a sudden the voices were crystal clear. He asked me about what I saw, I told him in as much detail as I could remember. He informed us that he was sending a team over to have a look at the hidden room. I told him about Shona and had to explain myself twice about my euphemism of her 'sleeping with the fishes'.
The Sargent smiled and shrugged his shoulders, then informed me that not everyone had seen the God Father trilogy yet.
I excused myself and Sargent Garibaldi reminded me that the Jason Durham didn't have a lot of locker space. His way of saying don't take too much. I thought that considering the other twenty-four passengers weren't bringing any luggage, my grabbing a handful of clothes wouldn't take up too much space.
I called out to Evie to give me a hand, she gave me an inquisitive look and when I raised my eyebrows she got off of her backside and joined me. I thought she would have jumped at the chance. But she dragged her teenage butt along behind me.
I got lost trying to find Lai's love nest but came across it by sheer chance. When I showed Evie what was there, her eyes lit up and she too found some lingerie to fit her, she even took some blouses and pants for Lisa.
I took my time and found the white shirts she had made for me. The red silk French knickers she liked me to wear, there were so many, all of different colours. I took them all. When I found her stash of jewellery, I didn't bother to sort it, I took everything, from earrings and bracelets, rings with diamonds both silver and gold, necklaces including sets of pearls and then there was her perfume. I slowly went through every cupboard and every drawer I found, I took a lot of her evening gowns, although I rarely wore them but you never know when you might need one. We couldn't find any large carry bags but we did find 3 smallish travel cases and two upmarket gown bags which we filled with both the 4 or was it 5 gowns plus the several business-type suits.
It was when I was having the last look around that I found a not-so-well-hidden USB, it was taped to the underside of a drawer in her desk, not very clever or innovative unlike her I thought. Then taped to the back of her free-standing full-length mirror, in a waterproof ziplock, plastic container, some US $100-dollar notes, I say a single package of what looked like it could be as much as ten thousand dollars. Photos of unknown males and females who looked well-heeled and upmarket. Pages and pages of documents all written in Chinese, of course. I took the money and called Evie over to me, and we split it, I told her to hide it in her panties or somewhere that won't get searched. I did the same. I kept the documents to hand over to the Americans.
Evie and I grabbed all of our ill-gotten loot and started to head back to the bridge. Just three small travel suitcases, two bags, designed to carry a ball gown stuffed with five gowns and at least the same in business suits. Now to get them home in one piece.
When we reappeared on the bridge half of the kids had been transferred to the warship via the helicopter. Each trip took 4 passengers. Sargent Mario Garibaldi looked at our bags and shook his head, "Good luck with getting that aboard," he told us.
