Warnings: Language, Violence.

The following short story deals with the subject matter of slave trafficking, reader discretion is advised.

Danno rolled into the fray, refocusing his mind. He set aside the flutter from the near kiss and the excitement from Aliana’s revelation that she was an undercover agent, and instead brought to the forefront his anger towards his father at his despicable schemes.

Coming to a crouch, he shot at one of his father’s goons, then at the other. In his peripheral vision, he saw Aliana move along the wall and lunge at one of their attackers.

Danno grabbed the legs of another, tripping him, and shot him in the head. Then he leapt up to his feet, putting his bodyguard training to good use, and pulled the arm of another gunman, shoving him into his comrade. The two careened to the ground and Aliana and Danno each one of them simultaneously.

With the contingent of guards down, Danno instinctively took Aliana’s hand and ran across the corridor. They found rooms, securely locked, with nothing but a small window in each door to peer inside from. Using Hibiki’s keycard, Aliana unlocked the doors.

There were dozens of young women inside the scantily furnished rooms. These women were of all nationalities, talking in various languages, trying to understand one another. Most of them were in their early twenties, some of them looked no older than sixteen, and all of them looked battered and bruised.

Danno clamped down the sudden urge to vomit.

Aliana was able to communicate with some of them in Spanish; others who understood her in English, translated into their language to their fellow captives.

‘There’s another elevator at the other end of the corridor. I believe it goes up to the ground floor,’ expressed Danno.

‘Danno!’ bellowed Mr. Igoshimi Senior, rage in his gritty voice.

Danno froze. His father’s footsteps were hurried and heavy, coming from across the long hall.

Danno turned to Aliana. ‘Get the girls to safety.’

‘I’m not letting you face your father alone,’ insisted Aliana.

‘Someone has to get these girls out,’ growled Danno. ‘My father is mine to deal with.’ He checked his gun clip and readied himself for the inevitable. He glanced down the hall. ‘Father and brother,’ he corrected himself.

‘I’m coming back,’ Aliana promised.

She hurriedly ushered the girls towards the other elevator, shooting any guards who came running towards them.

Danno turned towards his approaching father and brother and stalked towards them, gun held up at eye level, arm out in front of him, ready to pull the trigger on them.

He came face to face with them, several metres away, keeping his gun aimed at their heads. Mr. Igoshimi Senior held his gun at his side. Hibiki held his by his face, resting his jaw and cheek on it, looking smug.

‘I knew you were soft, Danno,’ his brother chided, ‘but I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to betray our father’s legacy.’

‘A legacy? Is that what you call it? Capturing innocent immigrants and using them as slaves? Abusing them, coercing them, so they will obey out of fear!? You’re both disgusting. All my life I just wanted your approval, to be worthy of your praise. I was wrong to want it. Now I know what you truly are, father.’

‘And what is that, son?’

‘A monster!’ seethed Danno. ‘A disgusting monster.’

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Warnings: Language, Violence.

The following short story deals with the subject matter of slave trafficking, reader discretion is advised.

Aliana’s eyes never left Mr. Igoshimi Senior’s, making sure to keep her smile in place, no matter how dirty she felt just looking at the man. His sleazy smile came with a bit of drool. He took her by the hand and bid her to follow him to where she would be staying and taking care of his needs when he stayed in that room.

This told her that other girls probably were kept in other such rooms. Mr. Igoshimi led Aliana to a penthouse suite with a beautiful view. It was near morning now, so Mr. Igoshimi excused himself and instructed Aliana to be ready for him tonight.

Aliana took to cleaning the suite, dusting off the furniture, cleaning the couch and rugs, moving everything to clean under it and get at all the dust in every room of the suite.

When Mr. Igoshimi arrived that evening, he was impressed. She curtsied politely and bid Mr. Igohimi sit on the freshly vacuumed couch.

‘Bring me a tall bourbon.’

‘Right away, Mr. Igoshimi.’ Aliana poured him his drink and sat next to him as she placed it on the small table in front of the couch. She kept her knees together but angled them towards him to give the semblance of interest. ‘Long stressful day?’

‘That would be one way of putting it,’ Mr. Igoshimi replied.

Without invitation, she stood and began to massage his shoulders, carefully kneading his neck. He relaxed in her touch, groaning like a cat and melting like putty in her hands.

‘When we…’ she began, after he’d finished his second drink, as she continued to massage his back, ‘do you always like to film it?’

Mr. Igoshimi chuckled. ‘Found them, did you?’

‘Difficult not to, when cleaning.’ She pressed on a tender part and massaged gently. Mr. Igoshimi moaned pleasurably. ‘You like to record audio too?’

‘No audio,’ replied Mr. Igoshimi. ‘But if you’re up for it, we can angle the cameras so that when I rewatch later I can have an even better view of you.’

‘That sounds like an excellent idea,’ Aliana cooed.

Aliana moved back to his neck, massaging in circular motions that elicited a yawn from Mr. Igoshimi. She found the pressure point she was looking for, carefully ensuring that to him it would only seem as though he dozed off to sleep. She pressed and he was out cold.

Aliana took a step back. She moved Mr. Igoshimi to a lying position on the couch and began to clean in a safe corner of the suite.

‘I count five security cameras,’ she muttered. ‘No audio, as you heard. No sign of any of the other girls yet. I suspect they’re being kept in individual suites like this one but I can’t say if all of them are as lucky as me. Suite is…luxurious enough. I get my own bed too.’

‘Well done, Sanchez,’ came the voice on the other end of the earpiece–her boss, Anderson. ‘Feeling safe? Nothing untoward occurred.’

‘I’m all good, thanks,’ replied Aliana. ‘You would have heard anyway.’

‘We’ve done more research and digging,’ Anderson went on. ‘Turns out your boy, Danno, was never part of the past schemes. He’s clean. See what you can find out from him the next time you speak with him.’

‘If I get to speak to him again,’ corrected Aliana.

‘We’ve got agents shadowing the three Igoshimis but so far only Igoshimi Serior and his eldest son go to that casino from where they get their girls. Digging into their pasts revealed the same. We’ve got a point of entry. We’ll soon find who brings them the girls and where they take them from.’

‘Good.’ Aliana moved a mantel and dusted it off with the duster brush.

‘Agent Sanchez, don’t hesitate to do what you have to if any of them cross any lines.’

‘I won’t. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.’ She turned to make sure Mr. Igoshimi was still snoring. Then she lowered her voice and gave the coordinates she remembered of the safehouse. ‘Gain access to that computer. You’ll find records of the trafficking there with dates and names.’

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