With reluctance, Will began his story:
"This was easy, too easy. I had the case, I had gotten out clean. I was calmly walking across the parking lot. No alarms, no shouts, but I wasn't going to let myself relax until I was gone. Brandt told me that if I was as good as I usually was, I would just walk out with the case and be gone long before anyone noticed.
I rounded a curve and was surprised by 3 women, two were dressed in black pants suits, and possibly Kevlar vests, the other was in a shiny, sleek dark grey skirt and jacket covering a black shirt that was opened far enough to reveal the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen.
And they all had guns. I didn't have time to get to mine. I started to turn and back up when I noticed 3 more women in black suits walking a few scant yards behind me. They had guns too. The two behind me closed effectively surrounding me. There wasn't any cover I could get to quickly enough. Very smoothly and efficiently I was caught. I put the case down and raised my hands.
The five soldiers formed a rough circle, close enough for guns, not close enough for a fight. The leader slinked towards me in a most sensual fashion.
"You have something that doesn't belong to you, Mr. Turner."
"So I suppose I can just give you the case and walk away then."
She smiled a warm smile that appeared to be truly genuine. "Well, no, Mr. Turner, we do have to talk for a while before we discuss where you will be spending the next part of your life."
"So is this where you try to handcuff me, and I fight my way to a pistol? I have no reason to think I'll live much longer than today, and the rest of the day doesn't sound pleasant if there's to be questioning and torture and the like."
"On the contrary, Mr. Turner, if you DO cooperate, the rest of the day, as well as beyond could be very pleasant. People like you are in demand, we simply have to find the correct way to motivate you to our needs."
She tossed a half-face respirator at me. It had three clear containers on the outside one full of a pink liquid, one with a opalescent purple liquid and one with a white liquid.
"Put it on, then pull the strap until it snaps off. Please don't resist at this point. My plan 'B' is to just kill you and dispose of the body. Looking at you, I think that would be a waste. This encounter was really quite costly."
I figured whatever was going to happen would be less permanent than taking a bullet and I would still be alive to try to escape, so I put on the mask. There was something slick all the way around the rubber seal, and as I started to adjust it over my head, I felt that it was getting sticky. By the time I had the strap over my head, the rubber and the glue had completely sealed to my face. I pulled the strap, which got very snug, then the tail snapped off in my hand, leaving it perfectly tight around my head.
"I want to know what you're going to do." My voice was being amplified electronically by the mask. "I can still stand here and take a bullet. Where are you taking me?"
She looked at me disapprovingly and pressed an icon on her phone and all of the air going in and out of the mask stopped. I started to panic and pull at the mask. It wasn't going to move, it was glued to my skin without a gap anywhere. She pressed another icon and air rushed in. She looked at me and still said nothing, motioning behind me towards the building.
I looked around for any kind of an opening. There had to be a way to get out of this. She turned off the air again without a word. I struggled at the mask again, and in only a short time, which actually felt like it had been forever, spots were appearing in my vision.
I was passing out quickly. My knees buckled and I was on my hands and knees before she opened the valve again. My sucked in all the air I could get. I was raging inside, and could do nothing about it. I was well and truly caught.
I stood up, straightened clothes, picked up the case and held it out to her. She took it gently. She motioned again with her hand. I gently handed her my pistol. I was staring into her face, anger, fear and frustration evident even with the mask on.
"Don't look at my face, Mr. Turner, you've lost the privilege. I thought you would be smarter, and perhaps more civil. Make eye contact again without my permission, and I'll suffocate you standing here. And don't speak again until spoken to, then I expect you to be loquacious. Do you understand?"
