Chapter 1 -- The plan
"That goddamn son of bitch!" Geena shouted as she slammed her glass hard on the table.
"For God's sake, calm down, will you?" Susan hissed, trying to keep her voice down. "Everyone in the bar is watching us!"
Geena sank back in her chair. She tried to temper her rage, but the color of her cheeks was matching her fiery red hair. She was a feisty one, young and full of ideals, and would take no shit from anybody.
"The way that asshole treated Sara was totally uncalled for! That was a Hashtag MeToo scene from the books! He was practically rubbing his dick against her as she was standing near the copier. I found her crying in the toilets, the poor thing!"
Susan sighed and stared into her glass. That asshole happened to be Mr. Grant Thomas, their boss at the office. Mr. Thomas was a foul-mouthed loose-handed sexist pig, a true terror to all the women in the office. Geena was quite new at the office, but Susan had worked there for over 10 years and she knew the drill.
"Yeah, but what can we do about it? Everyone is afraid to lose their jobs if they would file a complaint. And he is great at slithering like a snake through all accusations, and getting away with it every time." Susan bit her lip, totally at a loss. She was in her mid-thirties, and life had not been kind to her. Especially due to assholes like her boss. Of course she had married the wrong man, who had taken advantage of her. And now after a hefty divorce the first wrinkles were starting to show on her pretty face.
"I have a plan," Geena's voice suddenly became softer, and she eyed the other people in the bar to see if no one was listening in. "But I need you to help me with it. If it works out, Mr. Thomas will take quite a fall from his pedestal. Are you interested?"
Susan thought about it, but not for very long. "What are you up to?"
After Geena had explained the entire plan, Susan's eyes began to radiate. "Let's get the bastard. You go to the pharmacy. I will visit the sex-shop. But how are we getting the voice modulator device?"
"Leave that to me and my geek brother," Geena replied. "Just make sure you are ready by this Thursday night. I will talk to my aunt to make sure her gynecologist practice is available for us then."
And having said that, the two women ordered another drink and raised their glasses to their future endeavours.
Chapter 2 -- The kidnap
Grant Thomas was feeling quite good about himself. He had been working late in the office, but it had paid off. The quotation that would get his firm a welcome five million cold, hard dollars was in the mail, and he had no doubt that he would land the deal.
He came out of the elevator in the underground parking garage and started walking toward his shiny new BMW 7, the only car left at this late hour. He got in and put his briefcase on the passenger seat. He had no plans for the evening, and was considering a stop at the 24/24 gym to work away some of the adrenaline he was still feeling in his body.
Suddenly a deep metallic voice came from right behind him. "Good evening Mr. Thomas. Do not turn around! Put your hands on the steering wheel and do not move. I have a gun pointed at your head."
Thomas almost shit his pants when he heard that voice in his ear. He felt something hard being pressed against the side of his head and quickly judged it would be best to comply. He put his hands on the steering wheel, trying to conceal just how much they were shaking.
"Very good Mr. Thomas", the strange metallic voice said. "Now sit very still and try to relax."
And that being said, a gloved hand reached out from behind him and pressed a wet rag over his mouth and nose. A strong chemical smell immediately entered his nostrils and in a reflex he pushed the hand away and turned his head sideways. He was staring straight into a white mask that covered the entire face of his assailant.
"Don't move!" the voice boomed again. "Don't forget that I have a gun pointing at your head! I would hate to have this fine car's interior turned into a bloody mess. Put your hands back at the steering wheel."
Thomas quickly stopped struggling and did as he was asked. The gloved hand pressed the wet rag over his mouth and nose again.
"Such a good boy. Just stay calm and breathe, this will all be over soon. We are going to play a little game now. I will countdown from 20, and if you are still awake when I reach 1, I will let you go. If not, well let's say you're in for a real treat." And having said that the countdown commenced.
"20 19 18". Thomas was trying to focus on the dials of his dashboard. He tried not to inhale the chemical odor too deeply but he noticed that his head was starting to pound.
"17 16 15". By now his surroundings were starting to get blurry. He was getting out of breath and was forced to breathe in deeper.
"14 13 12". His eyes were starting to roll. He desperately tried to cling to his consciousness, but felt as though the car's interior was starting to spin around him.
"10 9 8". He knew now he was not going to make the countdown. He could not keep his eyelids open any longer and felt as though he was being sucked up by a black hole.
"7 6 5. Well, it seems that you have lost our little game, Mr. Thomas. See you on the other side." That was the last thing he heard before he blacked out completely.
Chapter 3 -- The transport
"Is he asleep?" Susan was sitting next to Geena on the back seat of the car and looked worried.
"I think so," the metallic voice replied, "just a second." Geena removed her mask and switched off the voice modulator device. Her brother was a bit of a tech wizard, and he had built the device into the white face covering mask.
"That's better. You know, I think he never figured out that he was being chloroformed by a woman. I'll just keep the cloth over his face a bit longer, so he doesn't wake up too early.
