The Pens of Niverton

[BrotherBear]

David took his time as he jogged towards a part of the city that he had visited before.
He needed to be quiet, and listen for any hostile sounds.

The streets were grimy and littered, as he made his way through the shadows. He knew that there were several brothels in this area, and he intended to visit a few of em.

As he approached the first of his intended targets, he drew from his coat a small knife. He rammed the knife into the lock on the door, destroying the locking pins inside, before silently easing the door open.

He had fully expected the brothel to be open at this time, but evidently business was not good. As he crept through the lobby, he heard a scuffling from below.

David smirked to himself, as he thought of all the women downstairs waiting to be rescued. He quickly located the cellar door, and destroyed the locking pins as easily as the first time.

The cellar was too dark for his night vision to penetrate, so he pulled out a small penlight and flicked it on – instantly destroying his night vision. The light revealed 10 women, all healthy enough looking, lying on thin mattresses along the back wall, most of whom looked up in alarm at the light piercing the gloom in the cellar.

‘Come on ladies, you’re coming with me.’ He hissed down the narrow stairs, pulling out his tranquiliser gun as an afterthought. ‘We’re gonna give you gals a new home, so don’t try anything foolish; you don’t wanna make me mad. And if you value your life, you’ll keep quiet.’

David watched as the girls climbed the stairs in single file. Despite the fact he ordered them to be quiet, there are a small sound of nervousness. He didn’t think it would wake anyone, so he didn’t bother to do anything about it.

‘Out of the door you go, round the corner and head to the compound on the left.’ He whispered menacingly. ‘And you girls ought to know, I rarely miss with this thing.’ He added, shaking the gun in his hand slightly, drawing 10 nervous pairs of eyes momentarily.

David watched with a smirk as the girls followed his commands to the letter.

Finally when there was only one girl left inside the brothel, things started to go bad. As the final girl climbed the step under the door, she stumbled and gasped in out in pain; quite audibly.

David knew they were in trouble when the lights in the brothel turned on. He grabbed the girl by the scruff of her neck, and dragged her to her feet.

‘Get in gear!’ He growled at her. ‘And get to that compound before I stick a dart in your neck!’

The petrified girl stumbled in her haste to complete David’s orders. He followed her, and watched as the other girls were herded into the hidden Bactrian from the corner of a small shop.

David heard a click, and immediately ducked. Moments later, a shotgun round blew a hole in the wall where his head had been only seconds before.

Cursing under his breath, he spun round and spotted an angry looking guy in the top window of the Brothel. He took aim, and shot a dart into the side of his face.

Smirking slightly as the man crumpled in pain, he turned back towards the compound; and heard sirens behind him.

Cursing again, he set off in the opposite direction; away from the compound. He needed to get the cops away from the ship before he could slip away from them, otherwise the others would be trapped on the planet.

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