Author's note: Finally, I'm submitting this. It's sat mostly finished for too long, so here goes. Sorry for the delay
Intro: Mack the Knife
David Mackenzie was sitting at a hotel patio in Moab when he saw the redhead.
After duty in various parts of Asia and Africa, Capt. David MacKenize, or, as he was known by those who mattered, Mack the Knife, had been honorably discharged from the United States Army and entered civilian practice as a mercenary. He had just signed on with the Radek brothers and was going over the dossier they had sent him.
The Radek's had a broad assignment for him: they were currently at war with certain members of the Association who did not approve of their selling slaves outside of the Association system. Apparently, buying (or stealing) slave girls then selling them to brothels or snuff films did not sit well with the Association, and the good folks from Monon had responded. The response was to send their resident badass killer and fighter, Hunter; and his crew, including the kid Roy, to destroy them. Roy and Hunter had taken this as some sort of moral crusade instead of commerce, and began inflicting considerable discomfort to the two Slavs. The Radek brothers had chosen to hire some outside professional help and that was Mack, and Mack's job was to fuck with Hunter, Roy and associates.
Aside from the money, Mack was doing this for principle. They had killed one of his oldest friends, Mark, and he wanted revenge. The fact that he was getting paid for this was a bonus. Mack played the long game, any way he could damage or hurt his enemy was great. He could start small, do a damage where he could. Or, should the opportunity present itself, take out one of the heads.
The dossier had files on Associates on those two, members of their crew, potential members of their crew, associated slaves and so on. Some, like Hunter, he was familiar with; others, like Roy, he had never met.
Of course, he remembered Amanda. They had crossed paths off and on for a few years. The last time he saw her was at a slave party in Las Vegas when he borrowed that cute little future slave from her. That night always brought a smile to his face. He envied the man who ended up owning that little piece.
He snapped back to the present. There she was heading across the courtyard with another hot little piece of ass following her. There was no mistaking Amanda, that wild head of big curly red hair made her visible for miles.
Mack had come to Moab because he liked the area. He had no intention of starting work immediately, but was going to collect a fee, relax and do some rock climbing. But, since a perfect opportunity had just fallen into his lap, he might as well get to work.
It wasn't too much to figure out where they were staying. He was good at staying hidden in plain sight and she was generally oblivious. With a night ahead with that girl she had, Mack imagined her attention was elsewhere. Fifty bucks to the front desk clerk got him a look at her registration at the hotel and from that he found her car.
He used a few tricks to unlock her Xterra and leave two tracking devices, one in the car and one he slipped into her pack. After that, Mack sent the frequencies of the trackers and a quick summary to the Radeks and waited for instructions.
1-Amanda, Melanie, Chuck and Tuck
Amanda and Melanie were near Capitol Reef National Park in the middle of Utah. Amanda knew a quiet little campsite in the less traveled southern part. There was a trickle of a flowing creek nearby, not enough to swim or even get wet in, but enough to nurture cottonwoods and other desert plants, giving them a pleasantly shaded spot for camping.
It had been about a three-hour drive from Moab. They set up camp quickly and, after a quick early lunch, Amanda announced that they were going on a hike. This was old hat by now for this trip and Melanie quickly began to gather her stuff.
"But," Amanda said and took off her shirt. "It's a naked hike. You may wear sandals. And a hat. And your pack. But nothing else. No shirt," and then dropped her shorts to her ankles, "no shorts." She picked them up, fished her keys out of the pocket, and tossed the keys in the pack and the shorts in the tent.
She looked over at Melanie, who was frozen midway through taking her sneakers off.
"Come on!" Amanda chided and snapped her fingers. "Those clothes aren't going to take themselves off. Either you do it, or I will."
"Yes, Miss Amanda," the nineteen-year-old slave said with a smile. She stripped off her shorts first and had her shirt off before she asked, "are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Sure," Amanda answered and slung what looked to be a heavy pack for a day hike across her bare back. "No," she admonished as Melanie started to put her clothes into her pack. "Don't bring any, either."
"How many times have you done this?" the think blonde asked.
"Hiked naked? Hundreds." Amanda said.
"Enslaved a woman," Melanie challenged. "Hundreds?"
"I wish," she said then exhaled deeply. "I could retire. Maybe a dozen, though I suspect it will go up sharply. My Master expects results, he needs me to keep the business going, so I suspect I am full time now."
"Do you remember every one of them?"
