Payback Inc.: First Justice - part 3 of my ending to edrider73's Yo-yo Chronicles Ch.02
http://www.literotica.com/s/yo-yo-chronicles-ch-02
First of all, my apologies. I thought this chapter had been submitted, and when I took a necessary break from writing (due to RL circumstances), I didn't check. I had an error in submission, and it was never posted. Now I'm the idiot that didn't finish the Damn story. I feel like crap about that, and will do my damnedest to make sure that does not happen again.
Also, as with the previous chapters, this would probably best be categorized as Nonconsent. The original author submission was LW, although he changed that. My earlier chapters were LW, and I am loathe to change categories for individual chapters, so this will remain in LW.
The foundation is established, and five wives are paying the price. Two more are equally penitent, but not locked in a basement.
All the groundwork is in place, it's time for justice to be had. Justice and more. Lots more.
There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed, or left hanging with disgusting endings. If I find a story that's been abandoned for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps.
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I'll admit it. I was nervous. Extremely nervous. I was sitting in the rearguard vehicle, watching from a distance. Butler and Carter were at the server location, waiting for our signal. Xavier was alone at the clubhouse, keeping down the fort. Dean was seated beside me, with Ellie in the backseat.
It was the first time we'd involved the wives in our adventures, but we wanted as many hands on deck as possible.
Bob was in the lead vehicle, with Neil and Velma. They, too, were waiting for a signal. We were 90% certain the convoy would exit the property in their direction. I wish that percentage was higher.
The real work had already been completed. Butler's acquaintances had performed the necessary modifications to the vehicles the night before. It had been expensive, but should be worth it. We were counting on their ability to do what they said they could.
We'd been waiting for over an hour, and had ceased talking shortly after the selected warehouse parking lot had started to fill. Now there were only a few remaining vehicles out front. We were stationed two buildings away, using binoculars, where we could observe both the front and rear of the building. It was a fortunate location. I had thought we'd need to set out a separate observer.
"One vehicle remaining," Ellie confirmed, speaking into the walkie-talkie. We didn't want to use cell-phones. Dean thought Neil was a little paranoid, but I agreed. If there ever was a time for a bit of paranoia, now was it. It was Ellie's job to watch the front of the building. Dean had his binoculars out, watching the back exit.
"One unhappy man being escorted out of the building. Two bouncers. I don't see his wife," Ellie said, binoculars unwavering. "Crap, Stu! What if his wife doesn't come out? What are we... Wait! There she is. She's getting in the driver seat. Thank God."
"Activity at the back door. People exiting. Three so far," Dean said. He repeated his observation into his walkie-talkie.
We held our collective breath, and continued watching. "Last car has left the parking lot," Ellie said.
Good. That should be the last of the potential witnesses, unless some accidental ones happened by. The last thing we needed was some security guard, or roving police car to get involved. It wouldn't be the end of the world. Up until the last moment we could always postpone it for the next show. I hoped we wouldn't have to, this setup was nearly ideal.
Just beyond the exit gate was a long alley, with two large buildings bracketing it. The only camera in the area was targeted at the gate, and there were none on the alley. Beyond the alley was a small parking lot for the building on the left, and the driveway out to the street. It was narrow and one way. No more than one vehicle could get by. We couldn't have asked for a better setup.
"Nine so far," Dean said. "You sure they all leave together?"
"Every time. They leave, enter the vehicles, and only after everyone's out of the building and it's locked up, do they drive away," I said.
"Twelve, now. Shit there's a lot of them."
"Always fourteen to sixteen, until now. This could be it," I said.
"Fifteen... this guy's locking up. I think that's all."
"Total count?"
"Four men, eleven women."
Dean spoke into this walkie-talkie. "Fifteen, three vehicles, four men, eleven women. Should be moving any moment, lights are on." Moments later the first vehicle pulled out. "It's a go. They're on the move. Go! Go!" Obviously Dean was getting excited.
I pulled into the back roadway, speeding up a little. My headlights were off and parking lights taped over. We were still about thirty yards back when they started to enter the alley.
A large panel truck with no markings pulled out of the small parking lot, turning to enter the main road, just ahead of the three vehicle convoy.
"They're there!" Dean shouted.
"I see 'em," I said, speeding up again.
"Do it! Do it already! Don't let them get away!"
I never thought Dean would get that excited. "Hit it, Ellie."
Ellie lifted the remote control. She pressed the first button. The vehicles were coming to a stop, lined up behind the panel truck but from our vantage point, nothing was happening.
"All of 'em," I said.
She pressed buttons two and three. The taillights of the vehicle went out. We pulled right up behind the bumper of the last vehicle, bracketing them in. Of course if everything went according to plan, they wouldn't be making a run for it.
The first button disabled their interior door handles, apparently a simple enough task, according to Butler's resources. The second button blew out their fuses. Without the fuses, they lost their lights and all electronics.
The third button did the big deed. It set off the aerosol fentanyl in the vehicle's air conditioning system, blowing the extremely potent and fast acting sleeping gas into the cabin. From what I was told, it was similar to the gas that was used in the Moscow theater hostage crisis in 2002. Butler assured me that it was safer; in the last 12 years they'd improved both the release and secondary elements. I hoped so, the original one left 130 hostages dead. It did manage to disable the 40 to 50 terrorists, long enough for the Russian forces to kill them.
In this case, supposedly we had to wait a mere 60 seconds to have them at our complete mercy. Dean and I were already out of the vehicle, and I saw Neil and Bob exiting the truck's cab.
I heard a loud noise and then I dropped to the ground as I saw a gun-wielding hand exit the passenger window of the middle vehicle. The bastard had shot out the window! Fuck!! What is it they say about best laid plans...
"Gun!" I cried out, moving behind the rear bumper of the car in front of me, watching the side of the vehicle.
This wasn't good, certainly not part of the plan. I had a holstered Taser, but didn't think it would win in a gun fight. I couldn't see what was happening around me. My view was blocked by the vehicle, and I didn't want to tear my eyes off the hand sticking out the window.
I drew the Taser, praying I wouldn't miss, and that it would work. It was the real thing, not a cheap knockoff. The X26C, a thousand dollar device, it was the type with wired darts that could be used from 15 feet away. I'd run through a few hundred dollars of training cartridges to be prepared, hoping I'd never have to use it.
The arm was still moving, one shoulder appeared, and I could see the back of a head. Hoping I wouldn't piss my pants, or fall down like an idiot, I crawled out from behind the bumper as stealthily as I could. I made it as far as the rear wheel well, when the fear all but paralyzed me. I raised the Taser gun, my hand shaking like mad, and shot the shoulder from maybe eight feet away. I saw a shudder, and the gun dropped from the hand. Somehow Neil was able to reach the gun even before I could. Looking up I saw the shoulder belonged to Bobo, one of my rapists. I didn't feel so bad about hitting him with the Taser. He was unconscious.
There was no movement inside the other vehicles.
We moved rapidly. It was a lot of work, especially moving the two bouncers and the two rapists. They were heavy. It took less than ten minutes from start to finish. The doors opened easily from the outside, only the interior handle was disabled. We put on our filtered masks, and pulled the bodies from the vehicles. One at a time we loaded them into the back of the panel truck. Once we'd finished, we loaded the escape vehicles. Velma drove the truck, and Ellie drove the car we'd been using. Dean got in the back of the truck with our victims, preparing them for our journey. He was already cuffing them by the time I closed the back of the truck.
The panel truck drove away, and would contact Butler and Carter, letting them know they could hit the servers. Bob, Neil and I had yet another job to do. We had opened the doors and windows of the three vehicles, and while they were airing out, we started the required repairs. It only took a couple of minutes to replace all the fuses. While Neil and I were doing that, Bob was swapping out the plates on the vehicles. They wouldn't hold up to a close inspection, so we had better not get stopped in the next couple of hours.
The fentanyl delivery canisters were closed, sealed and placed in the trunk of the lead vehicle. Keeping my fingers crossed, I turned the ignition key in the lead vehicle. It started immediately. The other two vehicles had no issues. We had to wait for Bob to run back and remove the tape covering all the cameras which faced the back of the buildings. I was happy enough to wait, my fear of getting caught outweighed by the thought of driving while there was any sleeping gas remaining in the vehicles. Bob came running back, and removed the tape covering the lens of the camera at the gate. We were done.
I leaned into our original vehicle, and gave my wife a kiss. "We're off. Keep safe."
She grabbed me and kissed me hard. "Be careful. I love you."
