CHARLOTTEThey think they have trapped me.The concierge has been told not to let me out of the building. Ross sits outside by the lift. Cameras scan the corridor outside the apartment. And they think I don´t know that my parking pass has been invalidated, so I cannot exit from the car park.To Hell with this!-----My plans in place; my car keys are in my pocket, my Master´s parking pass with it, exchanged with my own while he was showering..."How´s the work going, Charlotte?" asks my Master.Standing up from a large map of the City, I explain my various markings. "I´ve been plotting out where all the public cameras are along through-routes. There are a lot of them online available for anyone to view. I thought I might be able to use them spot some kind of pattern for the route they could have taken with Beth."I´m talking hogwash. My real reason for interest in those cameras is quite different.My Master raises his eyebrows. "Good idea. Any luck with it?""No, no
MICHAELJames watches his screen, compares it to the map with Charlotte´s pins, markings and annotations. His tone is acerbic. "She´s set herself up as bait, and she´s making herself highly visible, to them and to us. The Police will be able to see any car that follows her while she´s in the area. But that´s only going to last while she´s somewhere with road cameras. There´s a few on the highways, but mainly they fade off as you leave the City.""She´s doing a helluva speed," I comment."Is she normally a fast driver?" asks Richard."No, very much the slow and careful type usually. Her car was chosen for economy and reliability, not for racing."Is she being pursued?My stomach tightens..."Where is she now?" asks Francis."Well away from the City now, and off the main highways... no more cameras."Two of the points have stopped moving. Of the others, three are following matching trails, two are on different trajectories."One of the static signals is the one for he
CHARLOTTESitting quietly, I look carefully around me, trying not to be conspicuous about it. I am inside, in effect, a tin box. Will the tracer signal get through this?Almost certainly, no...We have changed cars twice, and now I am locked in the back of a truck. I still have three tracers with me, all different, but the odds are that, just now, no-one can pick up the signal from any of them.Master, Michael, where are you? Are you looking for me?At some point, presumably, I will be taken from the truck to... who-knows-where? Perhaps the signal will be detectable then, at least while I am outdoors. But it may be brief. Will someone be watching the monitor then?And, when all is said and done, despite my anxiety, I need my captors to take me... wherever they are taking me...Don´t give them trouble. Don´t make them tie you up. Keep your hands free...I am being guarded. A man with a gun and an unfriendly expression sits by the tailgate, blocking my exit. However
CHARLOTTEKlempner´s eyebrows arch. "What do I want from you? Well, let´s see... for a start, I want payback for what you did to Charlie Jenkins."Who? Aaahhhh... Jenkins... Oh, crap...Supervisor Jenkins; who chased me when I ran; a fourteen-year-old girl pursued by a man threatening to have me gang-raped, and he went under the wheels of a truck...And Klempner... was his friend?So, monsters have friends too."I didn´t kill him. He wasn´t paying attention. Got run down.""He was after you because you wouldn´t do as you were told, wouldn´t obey... just like your mother. She didn´t like doing as she was told either... usually had to be persuaded when I wanted to fuck her. Am I going to have to persuade you? Or are you going to do as you´re bid?"He sweeps his head back, indicating the other four, no five men in the room. "We´re going to have a lot of fun anyway, you and me, and the others here. I gather you enjoy it, having a few of ´em going at you..."Where is he
MICHAELWe sit, parked up by a diner, James with his eyes fixed on his laptop screen. I stare into space. He glances up at me."What are you thinking about?""What do you imagine?""Well, of course, Charlotte. Something specific?"I stare up into the car roof for a moment, caught between embarrassment, the knowledge that Richard is seated right behind us, and the need to unload some stress."I was thinking about that noise she makes. You know the one, when she´s good and aroused, getting close to coming, sort of a cross between a moan and a wail..."His face twitches and he looks away. "Yeah... it´s a good sound isn´t it...""Shall we move on? See if a different area gives us a signal?""Yes, I think so."BETHI can´t believe it, but we have left our pursuers behind us under the trees. We are in the parking lot of a diner, closed now for the night, but just off the main highway. The forest closes behind us, but ahead, dissolves away to more open ground. In the nig
MICHAEL"Perhaps one of the police cars?" I suggest. "Now that Charlotte knows we´re here, and the police too, maybe she´ll show up."Richard vanishes with Beth, all but holding her upright as she sags into his arms.Will Stanton leans in through the window. "You two happy to stay here, visible? I´ve got patrols out there, looking for her. I think it´s best if you are where she can see you easily."James and I wait...And wait...And Charlotte does not appear. Neither of us wants to suggest the obvious.Eventually, my gut grinding, "Perhaps they caught her again."James nods, looking down, fingers pressing the bridge of his nose. "Perhaps.""Let´s stay until daylight," I suggest. "If she is out there somewhere, and can definitely see that it´s us..."But as the sun rises, and the long morning light draws fingers over the wild land, there is still no sign of her. Neither of us has slept, so Will assigns an officer to drive us back to the City. Richard is there, wa
MICHAELIn the apartment, Charlotte charges straight into the bathroom, strips off, dropping her clothes to the floor as she vanishes into the shower. The clothes are disgusting. I scoop them into a plastic waste bag and dump the lot, hovering over the laundry chute, before settling for the garbage. She herself, even under the clothes, is filthy.In the lounge, James and I wait together. "What´s our line?" he says quietly. "How mad at her are we?"How do I answer that?The woman I love abandoned me and left me numb with fear for her..."Hugs first," I say. "Mad later... Mmmm... I´m just going to take a look at her, now the worst of the dirt should be off. See what state she´s in."With the shower running, dousing herself from the head downwards, facing up into the water stream, she doesn´t hear me enter. On her arms and shoulders, down her thighs, all over her body, she is covered with bruises, just fading to blue and purple. And clean, her face shows more bruising; over on
CHARLOTTESuddenly everything wells up in me, and the tears come again, but now my Master sits beside me on the bed, wrapping his arms around me, kissing my hair. "Shhh... It´s alright. It doesn´t matter. They´re only rings, bits of metal. We´ll get you new ones...""But they´re not just bits of metal, Master... they´re special... and they took them..." He chuckles as he holds me. "Every time I think I´ve got the hang of women, I discover I´m still on Mars and they´re on Venus... Charlotte... The rings are symbols... That´s all. If you come out of what you did with no more damage than that, you should be thankful, not crying... Now... just calm down. We can talk about things properly when you´re ready."All I want is to stay there, in my Master´s arms, letting him rock me, but, "I´d like to do that Master, but there´s things I need to tell you... and Michael and Richard...""Yes, I know. There are things I want to ask you, but we can spare a few minutes." He holds me close,