Blood in the Ashes (24 page)

Tony Silver had jumped to his feet, his hands balled into fists, his face flushed with rage. “What in the hell do you mean, you killed my boys? And who in the hell are you?”

Captain Jennings lifted the muzzle of his AK-47, the gesture stopping Tony cold.

“Steady now,” Sam Hartline said with a smile on his lips. “That's a good fellow. You have my deepest apologies, Mister Silver. I assure you, it was an accident. I was operating under the assumption those were the troops of Ben Raines. We all make mistakes. Oh, excuse me. I'm Sam Hartline and this is my CO, Captain Jennings.”

Under the circumstances, there was little Tony could do except stand easy and back off. He calmed himself and looked at the big mercenary standing just inside the open doorway of the old motel. Tony sighed and shook his head. “Well, what's done is done, I suppose.” Then he smiled, the smile very sarcastic. “So you and your boys blew it with General Raines, too, huh?”

Hartline caught the sarcasm. He shrugged his heavy shoulders. “That is . . . one way of putting it, yes, Mister Silver. However, I can assure you, there will be a day of reckoning.”

I hope so, Tony thought. He waved the men to chairs. “Coffee?” he asked. “Or maybe something a bit stronger?”

“I never drink during the day,” Hartline said, as primly as a nun confronted with a stiff cock. “But some coffee would be very nice. I take mine black, with one sugar.”

“Hot and black,” Jennings said.

Tony smiled. “I like 'em like that myself ever' now and then.”

Both Hartline and Jennings smiled at that. They sat down in chairs around a coffee table.

Steaming mugs of real coffee in front of the mercenaries, Tony sat opposite them across the low table. Tony looked at the men through slitted eyes for a moment, then dismissed his own men with a wave of his hand.

Hartline smiled. “Trust is so important between prospective allies, is it not, Mister Silver?”

Tony merely grunted his reply, not sure exactly what the mercenary meant. “Whatever,” he said. “All right, world conditions being what they are, I don't think you boys came down here just to offer your heartfelt condolences for wasting my people. So let's cut out all the bullshit and get down to brass tacks, huh?”

Hartline never took his cold eyes from Tony. “A man of most direct action,” he said. “I like that. Very well. How many men do you have left, Tony? Excuse me. May I call you Tony? Thank you. I'm Sam.”

Tony's years as a streetwise punk in New York City loomed up strong within him. Something about this mercenary fairly oozed confidence. And Tony fought down the bitter taste of fear that welled up within him. “You hit me pretty hard,” he admitted. “Pretty hard.”

“Yes, I suspected that,” Hartline said, after taking a sip of coffee. He smiled. “Just right. I do love good coffee. It's becoming so difficult to get. You must have a good stockpile.”

It was not a question and Tony did not reply to it.

Hartline's smile was knowing. “Tell me, Tony. What are your feelings toward black people?”

“Niggers? Shit, I don't like 'em. Don't trust 'em. What is there to trust about a junglebunny? Sometimes you can find a high-yellow gal to fuck, but that's about all they're good for. Other than to do work that's beneath a white man. I have—had,” he corrected with a grimace of distaste, “a bunch of 'em workin' my farms down south. We've, ah, had some trouble down there.”

“Yes,” Hartline said, leaning forward. “We intercepted several radio messages—some of them quite frantic—indicating you had, ah, something of a problem on your hands. Something about a slave revolt, I believe it was.”

And Tony knew then his organization was laid wide open to the scrutiny of this hard-eyed mercenary. Hartline had missed nothing. And would miss nothing.

Tony reluctantly nodded his head in agreement, waiting for the other shoe to fall. “That's right, Sam.”

“Very well, Tony,” Hartline said. “Let us strike a bargain. You see, I believe that together, you and I, why, we could build an empire. You seem to be quite good at organization, while I am quite good at my profession. You are a businessman, I am a soldier. You take care of the business end, and I shall, ah, take care of the more, shall we say, physical problems that might arise. What do you think about that, Tony?”

Tony stared at Hartline for a short moment and then rose from his chair. He walked to the motel window and looked down at Hartline's men. Hundreds of them, They looked like Tony imagined professional soldiers might look: lean and mean and menacing, capable of handling any situation that might confront them. He slowly turned to face Hartline.

“What choice do I have, Sam?”

Hartline smiled that totally disarming smile of his. “Well,” he laughed. “Actually, none. But consider this: Why should we fight each other? All that would accomplish is both of us taking physical losses. However, my way would guarantee us both enormous profit.”

Tony was anything but a fool. His mind was now racing hard. Hartline was right, of course. With the mercenary backing him, Tony could expand his operations tremendously. But could he trust the mercenary? His smile was hidden at that. Trust? Between two crooks?

Hartline seemed to pick upon the thought. “Trust is something one has to consider, isn't it, Tony?”

“Yeah.”

“I am not really a trusting man,” Hartline admitted with a smile. “Except where women and power are the ultimate goal. Then one must trust. On the other side of the coin, Tony, there is this: Can I trust you?”

“Just as long as you play it straight with me, yeah,” Tony said. “You do that, and I'll play it straight with you.”

“That seems reasonable to me.”

“All right,” Tony said. “We have the cards on the table, face up. We have a deal.”

Hartline rose to his booted feet with the fluid movements of a man in the peak of physical condition. “Very good, Tony! A decision I am sure you will not regret. Now then, let's discuss this slave revolt down south, and then I'll take my men and settle matters on your—” he smiled—“
our
farms.”

When the code word came down the line and out of the speaker, Ben keyed his mic and said, “Confirmed. Report.”

The voice of Col. Dan Gray popped from the speaker. “Juan and Mark are moving into position, General. From the north. They left under darkness last night. It will be go at 0600 tomorrow.”

“We'll be in position,” Ben said.

“Ten-four to that, sir. I have Rebels moving to beef up your contingent. They should rendezvous with you late this afternoon. The code word is Tiger.”

“I copy that. Luck to you, Dan.”

“And to you, sir. Base out.”

Nina and Ike stood just outside the door of the communications vehicle. Nina tugged at Ike's sleeve. “What is to prevent the people of the Ninth Order from listening to that conversation?”

“The message is scrambled, Nina,” Ike told her.

She cocked her head and looked at him, confusion in her eyes.

“Both Colonel Gray's and Ben's words, while they are going through the air, are unintelligible until they come out of the speaker. There is a little—” he paused, choosing his words carefully—“box inside the transmitter that puts the words all in the right order and then, a split second later, spits them out so the person on the receiving end can understand them.”

Nina's mouth formed an O. “Like magic?” she asked, her eyes wide.

Ike's eyes held a touch of sadness. He thought: She is so very much like a child. “Kinda like that, Nina. But it's ... well, I will explain it to you, I promise.”

“OK,” she said brightly. “But you sure have got a lot of explainin' to do, Ike.”

Ben looked at Ike and he smiled. Turning to Nina, he said, “Feel free to ask any questions you like, Nina. For that is the only way anybody ever learns anything.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, standing very close to Ike, four she was still very much afraid of Ben.

Gale, sensing the young woman was fearful of Ben, put an arm around her shoulder. “He doesn't bite, Nina. But he sure can snore.”

Nina looked horrified.

“I do not snore!” Ben said.

“Like an elephant trumpeting,” Gale countered.

“There are people in this world who would kill you for saying things like that, Miss Roth,” Nina told her.

That stopped Gale for a few seconds. She blinked and said, “You're serious, aren't you?”

“Yes, ma'am. There are places of worship all over the nation, built to honor General Raines.”

Ben smiled. “Now, then, woman. Show a bit more respect for me, will you?”

She looked at him. “I wonder if those people ever read any of those cheap sex books of yours?”

“I did not write sex books! Well . . .” Ben was thoughtful for a moment. “Maybe one or two.”

“Uh-huh,” Gale said dryly. “And the truth shall set ye free.”

“You wrote
books,
too?” Nina blurted. “I love to read books. But I have a lot of trouble with real big words. ”

“We'll take care of that, Nina,” Ben assured her. “We'll have schools operating in just a few weeks where you can learn all sorts of things.”

Ike and Nina walked away, holding hands. Gale watched them and said, “I think Ike is in love, Ben.”

“That and a guilty conscience, Gale. Sally's death hit him a lot harder than he let on. He told me several months ago that it wasn't working between them, but he didn't know what to do about it.”

“I still say he's in love.”

“Or in heat.”

“Raines . . .” She looked up at him. “I give up.” She walked off, Ben's voice halting her. She turned around. “Raines, what do you want?”

“I said you're going in the wrong direction,” Ben called with a smile. “The food truck is that way.” He pointed, then smiled at the gesture she flipped him.

“The one universal sign that will never die,” Ben said with a laugh.

The guard, Lennie, unlocked the door to the girls' bedrooms and stood for a moment, looking at them, an evil grin on his unshaven face. “Well, babies, I got news. Yes, indeed, this is gonna be a real kick. Tony just linked up with Sam Hartline, and I hear Hartline's got him a dick like a horse. And he likes his chickie-babies young and tender. I sure would like to be around when he tries to get that salami of hisn up one of you babies' pussy.”

Lilli began crying.

“Shut up, Lilli,” Ann told the young girl. “That won't help none.” She looked at Lennie. He was the one who had made her perform oral sex on him the other night. “Fuck you!” Ann told the man.

Lennie laughed. “That's the spirit, kid. Hey, what's the matter, anyways? I thought you liked lickin' my pole the other night?”

Ann stuck out her tongue at him and hissed her revulsion.

Lennie grinned. “I'm gonna be sure to suggest you to Sam Hartline, baby. Then I can listen to you scream.”

Ann spat at him.

Lennie laughed and closed the door, locking it from the outside. His footsteps faded down the balcony floor.

“Please don't let 'em hurt me no more, Ann,” Lilli begged, tears running down her cheeks. “I can't stand no more. One of them the other night tried to get his thing up my behind. I thought I was gonna die it hurt so bad.”

Ann sighed, wondering how all of a sudden she had been elected leader of the young group. Both Peg and Lilli looked to her for advice and leadership. It was a job she did not want.

“Look, kid,” she said to Lilli. “This is get tough or die time, now. I mean it. You heard what Lennie said about this guy Hartlink, or whatever the hell his name is. He likes his girls young. And the bastard probably likes to hurt women, too. The more the women fight him, the more he likes it, 'cause that means he can hurt them that much more.” Unknowingly, the young girl had pegged Hartline as accurately as anyone ever had. “You follow all that, Lilli?”

Lilli nodded her head glumly. But still the tears fell.

Ann said, “Now I still ain't got no plans for gettin' us out of here, but I'm thinkin' hard on it. But I got to have both of you helpin‘ me. I can't do it by myself.”

“You got something on your mind, though,” Peg said.

“Yeah, for a fact. Listen. Lennie likes you, Peg. So I want you to try to get him in that bedroom in yonder and give him some.”

“No!” Peg hissed.

Ann slapped her, the force of the blow leaving fingermarks on the girl's face. “Listen to me, damn you. I got to get that knife outta his pants pocket. And I can't get to it with him in them britches. So that means his pants has got to come
off
. You follow me?”

“Y-yes,” the girl stuttered.

“Look, Peg,” Ann softened her words. “I ain't sayin' you gotta like it when he puts it in, but you gotta do it. And all of it's gotta be done before Tony gets back.
I'm
the one's gonna get picked by Hartline, girls;
I'm
the one's gonna get hurt no tellin' how bad outta this deal. You heard what Lennie said. So's the least you two can do is help me out just a little bit. OK?”

Peg and Lilli nodded their agreement.

“OK,” Ann said. “Now then. All of us get naked. Then you, Peg, go tap on that door and get Lennie's attention.” She turned to Lilli. “You go wash your face and get them tears outta your eyes. ‘Cause if this don't work, girls, I don't know what in the hell we're gonna do. Ya'll heard them guys talkin' the other night. Pussy's gettin' old. They gonna roll us over next; and you all know what that means, don't you?”

The fear of being sodomized wiped out all other fears. The girls moved quickly. They washed their face and combed their hair and stripped. Peg tapped softly on the motel room door.

“Lennie?” she called. “You still out there, Lennie?”

A moment's silence, then footsteps moving closer to the locked door. “Yeah, pretty, I'm here. What'd you want?”

“I ... we've got a surprise for you, Lennie. Come on, open the door.”

Another pause. The silence deepened. “What kind of surprise you talkin' about?” There was open suspicion in his voice.

Ann thought very quickly. She leaned close to Peg and whispered, “Tell him we're sorry for being so mean and want to make it up to him.”

Peg relayed the message.

“Stand away from the door,” Lennie growled.

The girls stepped back into the center of the motel room. Ann called, “OK, Lennie, we're away from the door.”

A key ground into the lock. The door swung open, and Lennie stood grinning at them. He licked his lips at the sight of the young, just-budding, naked bodies.

“Well, now,” Lennie said, his voice no more than a whisper. “Well now. Just what do we have here, pray tell?”

“We decided to give you a present,” Ann said, her eyes flirting with him. “You know, for bein' so mean to you and all. I mean, if you want it, that is, Mr. Lennie.”

“You birds are finally gettin' some smarts, ain't you?” Lennie asked. His eyes touched them all, but as Ann had guessed, they settled on the slimness of Peg. Her little breasts were just beginning to bud. Lennie scratched his crotch and carefully closed the door, after taking a quick look up and down the deserted corridor. He walked to Peg and ran his hands over her slim body. “You and me, little bird. You and me.”

Peg shyly touched his swelling crotch and Lennie groaned. “Yeah. That's the ticket, kid.” He took her slim arm and led her into a bedroom, his other hand working at the buttons of his dirty shirt. Muted, murmuring sounds drifted out the bedroom door. The sounds of boots dropping onto the old carpet, followed by the soft jangle of belt buckle hitting the floor.

“Gimmie some head first, baby,” Lennie said, his voice more a pant.

A few moments of silence, then Lennie said, “That's good, baby. Come on up here and spread them pretty legs.”

Peg groaned as the man's weight covered her young body.

“Goddamn, baby,” Lennie said. “You so tight I can't hardly get it in. Come on, baby, help me. Ah! That's it. Goddamn, that feels good.”

Peg cried out softly as Lennie penetrated her.

“Ain't that good to you, baby? Sure it is. Come on, kid, move your ass.”

Then there came the sounds of hard breathing, and the slap of naked flesh onto naked flesh. Lennie muttered filth into the girl's ear, and Peg cried out as he fully penetrated her.

Lennie began making animal, grunting sounds as he rutted on the young girl.

Ann slipped into the semi-darkened bedroom on her hands and knees, crawling low. But there was no need for that much caution. Peg had positioned herself on the bed so the man's back would be toward the door. Lennie's naked, hairy, pumping buttocks faced Ann as she crawled into the room.

Quickly, Ann felt for Lennie's dirty, stinking jeans. Her fingers found the heavy clasp knife in one pocket. She removed it and edged her way back toward the door.

“Oh, baby,” Lennie groaned. “That's the tightest little box I ever had. Ain't that good to you, baby? Sure it is.”

Ann showed Lilli the knife and together they grinned.

Step one toward freedom was complete.