Not quite a Honeymoon 12

Adele, embarrassed by how Isabelle had treated her and also by Amy`s slight teasing, had left to change clothes and Alinda still looked a bit dishevelled, but Amy seemed to have no problems in keeping both Isabelle and Mathilda under control. Of course, the fact that Mathilda was still cuddling against Isabelle helped. She had stopped sobbing, but the girl would not be able to participate in a concerted action against the blonde.

»Now that order`s restored, we should start by returning things that don`t belong to us!«, Amy said and Isabelle sighed. She had known that it would come to this and so, she freed herself from Mathilda`s arms and reached for the clasps of her – or rather Alinda`s – bra. However, that wasn`t just what Amy had in mind.

»You are way too dangerous, Isabelle! Perhaps, you will throw the bra at me, so it entangles my gun, and disarm me! No, I will be precautious! Mathilda, we need your help!«

Isabelle nodded slightly towards the girl and Mathilda opened the clasps and took off the bra from Isabelle. For no other reason than to further humiliate Mathilda, she then had to take the strap between her toes, raise one leg and to hop over to Alinda and had her the garment. Alinda, now having regained her former confidence, inspected it.

»Seems you haven`t ruined it! Well, I can assure that you had your boobs soaped and washed before you put it on!«

»Must be a pleasant memory!«, Isabelle replied, »After all, it was mere seconds before I knocked you out!«

The smile on Alinda`s face vanished, but Amy chuckled.

»You are very feisty for a girl who has the saliva of another woman drying on her hot loins!«

She was referring to the fact that Isabelle`s panties had gagged Mathilda before, a fact that caused Mathilda to blush all over, but Isabelle still managed to remain cool.

Amy now whispered something into Alinda´s ear. The brunette smiled again and then, Mathilda was ordered to kneel on the carpet, her hands folded behind her head. Alinda stepped behind her and gently poked her gun`s barrel against her temple, causing the girl to shiver and gasp.

»Now, Isabelle, I will show you a trick: I will remove your panties with no part of my body touching you – and without hurting anything but your dignity. However, this trick needs some cooperation of you. So, if you make me fail, the carpet will be ruined by Mathilda`s brain spilled all over it!«

The casual tone made Mathilda utter a fearful sound and Isabelle gulped. Amy smiled sardonically, put the gun into her belt and raised the riding crop.

»Now, stand straight! Put your hands behind your back and arch your elbows back as far as you can!«

The only purpose of that was that Isabelle had to thrust out her breasts and Amy encircled each of her nipples with the tip of the crop. The redhead saw the sparkles in her eyes and doubted that she would keep her promise of not hurting her physically.

Amy brushed down Isabelle`s front, playfully poked her belly button and then painted an »A« on the front panel of her panties, as if the crop was a rapier and she a female Zorro. Then, she pushed the crop between her legs, but only to make her stand with her feet a few inches apart. So far, not even Isabelle`s dignity had suffered much.

That was about to change now, however. Amy poked the tip of the crop into Isabelle`s tummy, about an inch above the waistband of her panties. Then, she slowly approached her, raising the crop until her hand that held the handle was right in front of Isabelle`s face. Amy smiled, but her blue eyes were cold as ice.

She pushed the tip of the crop downwards, into her panties. Then, moving the whole stick like a lever, she pulled down the front part of them, baring Isabelle`s pubic mound. She gasped and had to force herself to hold still as the crop was now pushed between her legs, brushing over her soft flesh.

Amy looked as if she was handling an old fashioned pump as she repeatedly moved the crop up and down, slowly pulling the panties down and over Isabelle`s hips. Then, as they were at the top of her thighs, it was easy for her to slide them down her legs. As the panties were gathered around her ankles, Amy made her step out of them and picked them up with the crop.

»Now, since you were so cooperative, you have deserved a little reward. In addition, Mathilda sure wants to thank you that she`s still alive!«

The two had to kneel opposite to each other, so close their knees touched. Then, Amy produced two scarves and she and Alinda blindfolded Isabelle and Mathilda.

»That should make things easier! Now, hug each other!«

To do so, both had to raise their bodies and Isabelle felt how her breasts were squeezed by Mathilda´s as they embraced each other. They managed to keep a little distance between their pubic mounds and to Isabelle`s surprise, Amy didn`t insist that they got closer. Instead, she ordered:

»As said, this is meant as a reward – or rather the calm before the storm. Now, you will kiss as long as it takes Alinda to get a few things from the cellar! Just enjoy – but remember that I am still here – and whenever your lips part, you will be punished!«

She emphasized her threat by hitting each girl`s butt with the crop; not really hard, but painful enough that Mathilda mewed and Isabelle also sharply inhaled. Reluctantly, their faces came closer and their lips touched. With her eyes blindfolded, the touch felt even more intense. She could sense the heaving of Mathilda`s chest and she instinctively tightened her grip on her, just to soothe the girl.

Amy whispered something into Alinda`s ear again and the brunette nodded with sparkling eyes. The two captives heard the door and then, Amy spoke to them:

»Come on, that`s not a kiss! I have seen more action on photos!«

This time, each girl got two strokes on her buttocks and Isabelle reluctantly moved her lips and felt Mathilda do the same. Then, she sensed something else: the tip of Mathilda`s tongue was pushing against her teeth.

»He, you know we are just faking!«, she thought, but then, she thought twice. Isabelle wasn`t into girls, but she wouldn`t die from experiencing how to kiss one. And if she could help that Mathilda felt better for a short while, maybe, that was the best she could do for her.

»After all, it was me who forgot about the phone!«, she thought and parted her teeth. Their tongues met and though it was far different from kissing Mike, it didn`t feel bad. Mathilda chortled and Isabelle could hear Amy`s chuckle, but she continued kissing Mathilda, trying to block out the presence of the mean blonde.

As Amy had put it, this was the calm before the storm, and it would be very short-lived.

***

Mike was surprised of the lack of security measures. He had expected that at least one man would guard the side entrance, but there was no one and the security camera over the open door looked as if it was switched off.

»Is it a trap? But how likely is it that Amy knows I found out about Adele already?«

He approached the door and could see the crate stand inside an empty room with equally empty shelves on two walls. On the opposite side, he saw another door that was ajar and from behind, he could hear steps.

Mike slipped inside and waited. The first man entered, kicking open the door, for he was carrying something heavy. His comrade stood a yard behind him, carrying the other end of a large bundle. Using the element of surprise, Mike slammed the door through which he had come shut behind him and raised his gun.

»Surprise!«

»Fuck!«

The first man just stood like petrified, staring at him, but the other one dropped the bundle and tried to run up the stairs. However, he staggered and landed on all fours.

»Don`t even think about it, cocksucker!«

Number one now seemed to have regained control over his limbs and slowly raised his hands. The other end of the package landed on the concrete floor and Mike just hoped that the girls hadn`t got hurt. Then, he frowned, as he remembered a detail: the bundle had slightly rattled when hitting the ground. Had they put Isabelle and Mathilda in chains?

He directed the second man to slowly take his comrade`s gun and pass it over to him. The two obeyed and then, they stood side by side, their hands raised. Both looked more like cartoon burglars than the accomplices of someone like Amelia Thorne, aka Amazing Amy.

The bundle still lay on the floor. He could now see it was a carpet, obviously a big and expensive Perian one, but it had been wrapped around something and was secured by rounds of tape.

»Now, my friends, would you mind opening your package?«

The two men obeyed and more and more, Mike was sure that the carpet contained anything but the girls. Indeed, when they had ripped off the tape, his eyes fell on boxes of silver cutlery, a crystal chandelier and other things rich people used to fill their houses with. A terrible suspicion came over him.

»Let me guess – this is not the house of Adele Delacroix?«

Number one just looked puzzled and his more alert accomplice shrugged.

»No idea whose fucking house it is!«

Mike sighed and handed each of the men a cigarette before demanding an explanation. It was more or less what he had feared: the two were petty criminals who had heard that the owner of the mansion had ordered a moving company to get his furniture out of the house he had sold. One of them had managed to steal the keys from the moving company and they had decided to get some of the owner`s riches for themselves.

»95% aren`t hundred!«, he murmured.

»Eh?«

However, Mike had no time to explain anything to them. If he was in the wrong house, Lalita was at the right one – which could turn out very wrong for her!

»Listen, guys, I want to make you an offer you can`t refuse: you give me the keys to your van – in return, I won`t call the cops or anyone and you may take as much with you as you can carry!«

Since he still had the gun, they indeed couldn`t refuse and one minute later, Mike sat in the van and started it. At least, the other mansion was less than a mile away!

***

Perhaps, her ordeal would have been more tolerable if Julie had been able to sit still. But though she tried to do so, there were just physical limitations. As long as she leaned back as far as she could, the clit stimulator of the vibrator didn`t touch her, but after a while, she had to move forward, to flex her wedged fingers and to move her arms the little her bonds allowed. Ad that not only meant that the buzzing knob would press on her clit, but also did she have to slide over the vibrator between her legs. So far, it felt just irritating. Very irritating, to be honest, but Julie was sure she would not get aroused against her will.

»Hhrrrmmm!«

A muscle cramp shot through her bent right leg and she knew that she could no longer keep her foot raised and she would have to lower it. Julie gulped – the had gotten accustomed to that ordeal – and bit down on her gag, preparing for the touch of the toothbrush. She tried to minimize the tickling by literally stomping on the brush`s head, hoping that perhaps, it would fall off.

The brush now oscillated at one point under her sole and Julie tried to stand it, tried to fight the urge to twitch and laugh for as long as she could. The tickles strayed through her foot and her aching leg, feeling strangely warm and becoming more intense, tickle and pain, pain and tickle, more intense-

»Gggghhmmhhmmhmmhh!«

Shuddering from muffled laughter and panting heavily, Julie could no longer stand it. She raised her foot and her leg muscles protested. At the same time, as her soft flesh throbbed over the vibrator, this sent a blissful tingle through her loins. Instinctively, she moved her pelvis forward again and the feeling continued, but now, the touch of the buzzing knob added to it.

»I am not aroused! Not in the slightest! I just need some distraction from the pain!«

Julie moved back and forth, noticing that it went – easier than before.

»Of course, the vibrator must have gotten wet – from all the sweat!«

Julie was sweating profusely and her skin glistered, but though she still could not admit it, she knew it wasn`t just sweat. Sweat did not come with such tingles, so soothing and intriguing at the same time, so intense, so-

»Oouuhhmmm! Mmhhmmmmm!«

Julie knew she had to stop. However, now, another feeling added to her distraction. As if it was no longer dependant on her brain, her right leg had lowered and somehow, her foot, her own foot, had found a way to move over the toothbrush in small circles that were just tolerable. It still triggered her ticklishness and Julie felt the impulses shoot through her soles, but at the same time, they seemed to shoo away the pain. Like the blissful tingle between her legs. No more pain! No aches! Sweet, sweet distraction!

Julie closed her eyes and began to move in a steady rhythm. Her ample chest heaved and the groans and sighs filling the room no longer gave evidence of fear and pain, but of more pleasant feelings.

***

When Alinda returned, Amy allowed Isabelle and Mathilda to stop kissing. She smiled. Both girls` cheeks had reddened and though this was maybe just a reaction to the constant grinding and rubbing of their chests, their nipples stood out, hard as rocks.

»Phew, that was rather heavy!«

Alinda dumped two things onto the floor and Isabelle frowned under her blindfold. Had she just heard sloshing water?

Isabelle had to keep the blindfold on, but was allowed to sit down and, since no one said otherwise, she bent her knees and slung her arms around her legs to hide her assets for the moment. A gasp from the side told her that they obviously were focussing on Mathilda now.

»Now, Isabelle«, Amy said, »you may enjoy a little game: I call it ›Audiobook‹, though this is just a working title!«

The rules were simple, at least for Isabelle, for she just had to remain where she was. All she had to do was to keep her blindfold in place – and listen. Mathilda, however, would have to describe everything Amy or Alinda did to her.

»She – she is bending over a bucket! Oh my God, are these snakes?«

The »snakes« turned out to be leather thongs, but Isabelle shuddered nevertheless. If they tied Mathilda with wet leather, her bonds would turn from tight to painful once the leather dried and shrunk.

With a trembling voice, Mathilda described that they were crossing her wrists at her nape and tying them with one of the thongs. Then, they secured the tie by slinging the ends around her neck and knotting them off at her throat.

»N-now, they are tying thongs t-to my elbows and knees!«

Isabelle could imagine the girl, with her hands folded behind her neck and with the straps dangling from her knees and elbows, but she had no idea what Amy and Alinda had in mind. Against her will, she became a bit curious.

FWOF!

The strange sound made Isabelle twitch, but Mathilda assured her that Alinda had just switched on the chimney that was operated with gas.

»I now have to kneel in front of it. I can feel the heat at my back, but it`s okay!«

Isabelle knew that Mathilda would soon think otherwise, for the heat would cause the leather to dry and shrink faster. She listened as the girl then described how they tied her ankles to her thighs, forcing her to crouch and balance in an inconvenient position. Her words were accompanied by some aching and Isabelle felt pity for her.

There was a short moment of silence and then, Mathilda croaked:

»Alinda`s now holding y-your – your p-panties to my face!«

»Come on, describe the scent, Mathilda!«, Alinda purred. There was just some heavy panting and Amy chuckled:

»Obviously, Mathilda has been told to say nothing if one can`t say anything nice! Well, that`s almost the end of this audiobook anyway!«

Some retching and moaning told Isabelle that now, Alinda was stuffing the panties into Mathilda`s mouth. It was a strange change: first, Isabelle had worn them, during the trip from Calais to London. She blushed when she remembered that she and Mike had exchanged a few intimacies when on the train.

When he had kidnapped her, Mike had used these panties to gag Mathilda and then, after their short escape, Isabelle had worn them again. Now, they ended up in the girl`s mouth again.

Isabelle felt the cold touch of a barrel at her neck and a moment later, the blindfold was taken from her. Silent, she watched as Mathilda, forced to crouch in front of the chimney was gagged by Alinda. Once she had stuffed the panties deep into her mouth, she added the scarf that had previously blindfolded the girl and tied it tightly between her lips. Above, she twice slung one of the wet leather straps and knotted these off at Mathilda`s nape, too. Isabelle hoped that the scarf would provide enough padding once the leather would shrink.

Now, the thongs dangling from Mathilda`s elbows and knees came in use. The chimney had an ornated grid on both sides of the opening and Alinda tied the elbow straps off to these. Mathilda mewed and leaned forward, for now, the pull backwards meant that she risked toppling over and landing in the fire that had been turned low, but would hurt nevertheless.

The straps on the girl`s knees followed and not only made this keeping balance even more difficult, Mathilda also had to splay her legs. Amy pondered.

»The poor girl! Just because we truss her up like a turkey, it doesn`t mean she has to end up roasted! Alinda, take my place for the moment!«

The brunette shrugged, grabbed her gun and pointed it at Isabelle who watched with horrified fascination as Amy rummaged through the bag Alinda had brought together with the bucket. To her surprise, Amy produced a cordless screwdriver.

»Please, don`t tell Adele what I am doing to her parquet!«

She drilled a large screw into the floor, some yard in front of Mathilda who still was desperately trying not to fall backwards. Isabelle could see that she had left about one inch of the screw protrude.

»Easy, Mathilda! Soon, you will no longer be in danger!«

Isabelle had experienced quite some cruelties when it came to being bound and gagged, but she felt a shiver run down her spine as Amy now picked three more of the leather straps, each about one yard in length. The first, she tied around the girl`s waist, snug, but not tight – yet. The second one, she threaded through the belt and pulled until both ends were even. Then, she tied knots in it, one at every inch.

»That should make things more interesting!«, she said towards the frightened Mathilda whose only relief was that with Amy tugging on her waist rope, she was pulled forward a bit, away from the chimney.

Amy brought the knotted rope to the girl`s back and led it through her cleft and over her labia and pubic mound before pushing it through the waist strap at her front. She then adjusted the crotch rope; again, it wasn`t too tight – yet!

Leaning backwards. Amy tied the last thong to the screw and then threaded it through the eyelet built by the las two knots of the crotch rope. She then pulled and knotted it off.

»Don`t worry, Mathilda! In a few minutes, when the leather has dried, I will turn off the flames! By then, you might be more obsessed with being pulled forward anyway!«

She laughed and Alinda joined in whilst Mathilda`s eyes widened and she whimpered as she understood the perfidy of the arrangement. Amy patted her head.

»Don`t worry, Sweetie! There is a way you can assure things don`t get too bad!«

She smiled and saw the glimpse of hope in the girl`s tearful eyes.

»It`s on you to keep the crotch rope moist, for then, it won`t get too tight! Just think of something that gets you intrigued. And speaking of that – Isabelle!«

Amy made the redhead approach, forcing her to take her blindfold with her. Isabelle looked down on Mathilda who stared at her over her gag.

»Isabelle, I want you to blindfold your little friend! However, since I am a kind person, you may also say Goodbye to her! You have one minute!«

Mathilda whimpered and Isabelle brushed over her sweaty hair. There was little solace she could offer, but she just caressed her head and cheeks, checked that the thong around her neck was loose enough she would still be able to breathe, even if the leather had dried. Then, she kissed the girl`s forehead before she tied the scarf over her eyes.

Amy checked the blindfold and obviously wasn`t satisfied. She took another strap and cut off a short piece before she used it to enforce the scarf. Then, she bent down to Mathilda`s feet. With her legs bent and splayed, she had positioned them so that her heels touched and her feet stood in a 90 degree angle. Amy now brought her feet in a parallel position and secured that by tying Mathilda`s big toes together. It was a small detail, but it made the position even more uncomfortable. Mathilda moaned and swayed in her bonds.

»So, time to say Goodbye! Isabelle, as a two times escape artist, you have deserved special treatment in another room!«

She produced another scarf from the bag and used it to blindfold Isabelle. Then, something was pushed into her right. It was the handle of the bucket. A second later, the riding crop landed on her buttocks, albeit considerably easy.

»Let`s go!«

Carrying the bucket, and directed by the crop, the blindfolded girl staggered out of the room. She knew two things, and none of them were encouraging: the first thing was that, since she had to carry the bucket with her, they would use the leather straps on her, too.

She shivered by the thought of ties that would tighten as time progressed, but what concerned her even more was that Mathilda was just an ordinary prisoner to them. Isabelle, however, had overpowered Alinda and embarrassed her – and she was the girlfriend of the person Amy hated the most!

***

Adele spun around in front of the mirror, allowing the skirt of her dress to whirl. She had not forgotten about the little embarrassment the redhead had caused, for now, she was paying for it. Of course, Adele had also not forgotten about how Amy had mocked her by lifting her skirt and peeking at her bared middle. However, the blonde former agent was good and today, she would finally get her full revenge on Julie N`Kono!

She looked at the picture the boyfriend of the redhead had sent to Amy: the display was too small to reveal details, but she could see Julie`s big boobs, stark naked and thrust out towards the camera lens. Her legs were spread, allowing her to look at her equally nude pussy. It contrasted nicely with the grey business jacket and her glasses and Adele felt a blissful tingle in her nether regions. Soon!

She looked out of her window, at the direction where, hidden behind the opposite building and hundreds of more houses, Julie was still suffering like the man had left her. Then, she sensed a movement and frowned.

The woman entered her property, but that wasn`t what caught Adele`s attention. After all, living in a mansion didn`t mean that she would be spared of tons of unwanted flyers in her letter box. However, that girl was carrying no courier bag, just a small handbag that didn`t fit her attire. She wore a sweater that ended a few inches above her waist and looked as if it had been washed too hot. Its colour didn`t match the sweatpants that were also a bit too short and Adele raised an eyebrow.

»So, there are Indian Chavettes, too? Here, in Belgravia, on my property?«

She decided to have a closer look. There was nothing of value in her entrance and the access to the garden was locked, but she just didn`t like how the woman peeked inside the van that Amy had parked in front of the garage that was occupied by Adele`s Bentley.

The girl now walked out of her sight, but Adele knew that she was heading towards the windows of her living room.

»Now, it is at least unauthorized entry!«, she thought and went downstairs.

***

Lalita felt a bit disappointed when her eyes fell on the house that by 95% was the wrong one. Belgravia had a lot of impressive mansions and this one looked almost like a hut in comparison, though it sure was worth more than she would earn in a lifetime, even if her »Panty-Monium« became a success.

»Maybe, Ozzie has just sent me here, so I don`t get hurt when he observes the right house!«

She smiled slightly when she remembered how she and Mike had kissed. Lalita hadn`t lied: she really liked Isabelle and it hadn`t been an attempt to unwind him from her. But she had still felt so – euphoric. In addition, he would now no longer consider her little Lolly-cub!

She shooed away her daydreams and concentrated on the small mansion. It had a garage, but the car parked in front of it was just an ordinary silver-grey van. Lalita scoffed.

»A van, like kidnappers are having them? Or just the car of someone who doesn`t really fit into such a posh area?«

She remembered that she also didn`t fit in here, at least not in these borrowed clothes that were too small and didn`t fit. Carefully, she looked around. On the left side, there was a wall with an iron door and Lalita guessed that the garden was behind it. The rooms at the parterre had big bay windows. The curtains were closed – but at one window, she saw a small gap and behind it, there was a dim light.

»Just one little look and I will go! The worst thing to happen is that they threaten to call the cops or to let the dogs out!«

The ground was covered with gravel and so, she didn`t even have to walk over someone`s precious grass. Lalita climbed upon a stone board and leaned forward, so she could peek through the gap between the two curtains.

The light was indeed dim and slightly flickering. Obviously, it came from an open chimney. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, Lalita could see parts of the mantlepiece, but a large armchair blocked her view.

»Just an old rich man, sitting in his chair and dreaming of his youth, when India was still British!«

Then, she saw something. It was moving slightly, almost unnoticeable, but now, Lalita could make out the colour; the colour of fair skin. She couldn`t see more, no matter how much she distorted her neck, but there, in front of her, was a knee – and a strap was tied to it!

»May I help you?«

Lalita spun around, slipped from the board and almost landed on her backside. Some three yards away from her stood a blonde woman with shoulder-length hair. She was wearing a black dress, looking plain, but as expensive as her decent jewellery. She looked much more as if she belonged on the property of a mansion as Lalita did. She wanted to stammer an excuse when she suddenly could not oppress a gasp. This was Adele Delacroix, the woman she and Mike were after!

»Eh, excuse me, Madam, I was just-«

She wanted to jump forward and run for the street that was just 20 yards away. Then, she saw the small gun in the woman`s hand.

»Madam, please, I – I was about to go and-«

Now, a cold smile appeared on Adele`s face.

»Oh, please, don`t just go! You must excuse me for not recognizing you immediately – the last time I saw you, it was just on a photo. In addition, you were wearing nothing but some ropes and a bomb between your thighs!«

Lalita`s eyes widened. Adele still aimed at her and though the gun looked like a toy, it sure was real and on blank distance, she wouldn`t miss her.

»I think you and I will now go inside! After you – what was your name? Lolly?«

Lalita was too abashed to tell her it was actually »Lalita«. She staggered towards the house. On the street, she could see cars and even a few pedestrians. Just a few yards to run, just one scream! But she knew that she would pay any of such attempts with a bullet in her back.

»Five percent! Five fucking percent!«, she murmured as she walked up the stairs and stepped into the corridor. Adele followed her and closed the door. It seemed to be considerably thick, for it cut off the sounds from the street. To Lalita, it fell as if it had cut off any possibility of escape.

»Soon, my employees will find time for you! Until then, just make yourself comfortable! Why don`t you start by taking off these disgusting clothes?«

***

Mike had passed two corners when he saw the Police car, right in front of him. He thought that it was just a routine control, but then, he saw the two uniformed men in Kevlar vests holding machine guns.

»Belgravia used to be such a good and quiet area!«

A Policeman stopped him and though he had just his raised trowel, Mike could see a fourth man ducking behind a car, aiming at him with a machine gun.

»Get out of the car, Sir!«

»I beg your pardon, Officer?«

Now, the Policeman seemed to be obliged to tell him that the car had been reported stolen just an hour ago. Two guys had knocked out the driver and then left, but had been seen by a witness.

Mike thought quickly. If he got arrested, he would sure be able to proof his innocence, given the fact that he was alone and didn`t fit the description of the two men who obviously not only had house robberies on their  portfolio, but also car thefts.

However, the Police would not only check his personal details and interrogate him, they would sure also be interested in his belongings. The revolver wasn`t the problem, for he had a license that allowed him not only to own a gun, but also to walk around with it. However, the bomb in the backpack on the passenger seat would be more difficult to explain.

The road in front of him was blocked by the Police car and the honking behind him told Mike that driving backwards was also not an option. He reached for the backpack and opened the zipper.

»Get out of the car! Now!«

The Policeman seemed nervous. Obviously, the witness had seen that one of the robbers had had a gun with him and though he was also wearing a Kevlar vest, he sure wasn`t keen on catching a bullet. Mike opened the door and said:

»Officer, I have a present for my daughter with me! It`s in my backpack and I will now hand it to you! Please, don`t shoot!«

The Policeman grunted something and Mike handed him the open backpack. As he looked inside and his eyes widened, He kicked the door open, hitting the man, and jumped out of the car. When running, he heard the Policeman yell:

»Don`t shoot, Benny! I-It`s a bomb! Oh, fuck!«

Mike darted along the street, dodging an elderly woman and pushing a man against the wall, until he saw a small path between two buildings. It led to a small park and he managed to hide behind a group of bushes and caught breath.

He had started the timer again, but as he had explained to Lalita, this bomb had a rather simple mechanism: all the Police had to do was to press on »Stop« and »Confirm«. Even if they ripped out the wires in panic, this would keep the bomb from exploding. He looked at his watch. The timer had been on 4 minutes and 37 seconds. So, when after five minutes, he hadn`t heard any explosions, he knew that he had at least not committed a terrorist attack on a crowded street.

However, he now would have to wait until the night before he could risk approaching the house, also had he lost both the bomb and the van. With a sigh, he took his phone and sent a short message to Lalita:

»Sorry for the delay, got stopped. Wait for further messages, don`t do anything on your own!«

***