Foreboding

Posted on Thursday 20 September 2018 @ 01:30 by

Mission: The New Collective
Location: Unknown
Timeline: Current Time
449 words - 0.9 OF Standard Post Measure

"Hey!" a man shouted as he was roughly dragged through a doorway, the wooden door slapping shut behind them. The hulking man dragging the shouting human shoved the human, whose arms were bound behind his back with rough rope, to his knees before a figure shrouded in shadows.

The man could see the figure's head turn towards him, before it spoke in a decidedly feminine voice, "Oh, you. I thought I told you that he's better dead than alive?"

"You did, my lady. But he has important information that I think that you should hear," the hulking man wearing traditional scaled lamellar armor from Sixteenth century Japan growled. He sharply kicked the prisoner in the side, just under the ribs. Grunting in pain, "I ain't telling you shit!"

"Oh, you'll tell me," she said in a sickly sweet voice as she leaned her face close to his. "You worked for my father, and for that you need to die. Give me good information, and I may just let you live."

"Tell me," she smiled wickedly at the man, drawing a single sharpened nail down slowly over his cheek, rivulets of blood staining the nail and his dark brown skin.

"You!" he hissed. "I thought he had disposed of your worthless carcass!"

She barked out a laugh, "Oh, that's rich coming from the likes of you!"

=Two Hours Later=

The door opened and the large man escorted a bruised and lightly bloodied man out, no longer bound and very much still alive. The brute of a man chuckled, "Be grateful. She doesn't usually let you Section shits live. That you told her where her damned sister is now is what kept you alive. Obedience is life, my friend."

At the end of the corridor, the newly freed man stepped out onto a veranda, over looking what seemed to be the ocean, a steep cliff immediately below the veranda. He breathed deep of the sea air and sighed, "I should have known that it was her. I probably would have come to her a long ti-"

He didn't get to finish his words when a single gunshot rang out, the ancient gunpowder-based revolver putting a single slug in the back of the man's skull. The lifeless corpse collapsed and fell forward, over the railing and far below to the sea. His flesh would feed the sea life and his very existence would be as if he had never lived.

Now he would have to start the difficult task of locating the USS Merlin and help his mistress dispose of one of it's crew. If that meant disposing of the entire USS Merlin, so be it. He honestly didn't care either way.