Where Fox and Hare say Goodnight 8

»Wow! I knew it helps against migraine, but you have magical hands – and a magical tongue!«

Mailin was lying on her back, half on the borrowed bed sheet, half on her living room carpet. Sweat was glistering all over her body, and she felt absolutely marvellous, though she was completely exhausted and knew she would never be able to get up again.

Her attitude towards lesbianism had always been like her attitude towards salmon lasagna: she was fine with anyone enjoying it, but it just wasn`t her thing. She had more or less believed what the first man she had been physical with had said:

»A woman has got just her hands and her tongue – so does a man, but he also has got something else!«

In other words, Mailin had always thought that sex with a woman couldn`t be more than extended foreplay. And then, Linnea had come.

Mailin couldn`t tell exactly what had made the difference; perhaps, it was that Linnea seemed to be interested in exploring her whole body, instead of focussing on her breasts and pussy. Mailin could still imagine how Linnea had licked her armpits; how she had been lying on her back, one of her legs stretched upwards like in yoga class. Linnea had pressed herself against it, using it like a dancing pole, whilst she had massaged Mailin`s sole and kissed her toes and sucked on them. The blissful tingles had shot from her sensitive foot, up her leg and stoked a fire in her loins. And then-

Mailin sighed from the mere memory of what Linnea had then done to her most intimate parts. Linnea, who was lying cuddled against her, her head embedded on one of Mailin`s breasts, looked up.

»What is it, sweet Mailin?«

Mailin lolled on the carpet and brushed through Linnea`s hair.

»Just some flashbacks!«

Then, she slung a stray of Linnea`s hair around her index finger and asked with her eyes staring at the ceiling:

»Don`t they say that to cope with flashbacks, you have to relive the experience that has caused it – again and again?«

»You insatiable piece of flesh!«, Linnea reprimanded her, waving her index finger at Mailin. Then, she swiftly swung her leg over her companion and sat astride her. She pinned down Mailin`s shoulders and bent down, so the tips of her breasts just touched those of Mailin.

»Do you want to know what I do to insatiable pieces of flesh, no matter how beautiful they are?«

Mailin panted. The touch of Linnea`s nipples at her own sent shivers through her boobs, and she could sense the touch of the other`s hot, moist labia at her lower abdomen.

»W-will you p-punish me?«, she breathed with a hoarse voice. Linnea showed a stern look, though her eyes sparkled.

»Of course! I condemn you to pay close attention to what I will do to you now! For afterwards, I expect you to do the same to me!«

***

After about two hours of walking, the clouds had vanished and now, they could see the stars sparkling above them; there seemed to be millions, much more than one could usually see when looking up from somewhere in a city. The winter forest looked enchanted and there was an almost majestic silence around them. Under other circumstances, the walk would have been a great experience.

However, the circumstances were far from even being okay. Nastja didn`t prove her nickname right, she even didn`t force them to walk fast pace. However, she was a trained soldier and also was experienced in the use of snowshoes, whilst Samantha still felt as if someone had tied tennis rackets to her soles. She stumbled and staggered, repeatedly reminded by Nastja to keep up with her by a tug on the rope connected to her crotch rope. Samantha fumed, but at the same time, she felt guilty for getting her friends into that predicament.

»All because I had to pee!«

Right behind her, Lalita was struggling. The Indian was slender, but she couldn`t be called athletic, and she had never enjoyed rambling. So, she was panting through her nose, trying to keep up with Samantha and repeatedly feeling the tug on her neck when she threatened to fall behind.

Isabelle had no physical problems, but she felt almost as guilty as Samantha. She had been responsible for the defence of the house. Had she succumbed to hubris, after they had pushed back the first attack? Or was she just incapable of leadership? Isabelle doubted that many sieges had ended because the defenders had rushed to the toilet during a break.

Behind her, Lioba was pushing her vanity to the limits to not groan or ache too much. She had tried to quit smoking, but with little success. Now, she was paying for her vice with side stitches from the unusual activity. The only thing helping her to keep up was that she wanted to prove she was coping with being abducted bound and gagged better than Veronique did.

Cordelia, the fifth in line, was trying to cope with getting abducted and having to chew on her panties once again with as much calmness as she could afford. She had long, trained legs and so, she could quite easily keep up, only annoyed by the repeated tugs on her crotch rope by Veronique`s unsteady way of walking.

The aunt of Isabelle and Samantha felt as if her worst nightmares had come true – and doubled. She was gagged for the first time in her life, and that her captors had used her own panties to do so had not just been humiliating. They were large, and they tasted vile. She groaned and cringed each time she had to swallow, having some saliva run down her throat, mixed with-

Her arms ached from being folded behind her head, and the position also left her flanks exposed. Like the others, she was wearing a warm coat, but Olesya, who had been walking on the side of the coffle, had taken a branch from a tree and had started to poke the girls` sides, to find out who was ticklish. To her disappointment, it had been only three of the captives: Lalita, Kristin – and Veronique. So, Olesya occasionally attacked their flanks, causing the chortles and grunts of the walking damsels to mix with high-pitched mews.

Below her waist, things were bad, too. The crotch rope was just irritating, but it also kept her skirt hiked up, exposing her legs to the cold. Veronique had no experience with snowshoes, and since she usually only attended the gym for some alibi sports whilst checking the men, her legs were aflame. However, she forced herself to walk on, for when she slowed down, the rope on her neck tightened, and in addition, she was pushed in the back by Kristin`s boobs.

The blonde manager actually had it even worse than Veronique. The two shared the premiere of being gagged with used underwear, and though Kristin was more athletic than Veronique, and was used to walking with snowshoes, she also felt the chilly air, as her skirt was crumpled around her hips and her pantyhose did little to protect her from the cold air. However, what was worse was that not only did Olesya occasionally poke her sides, but she was also followed by Milena. The brunette had found a flexible birch twig and whenever she considered Kristin to walk too slow, she hit her buttocks with it.

Nastja followed the tracking device on her wrist, allowing her to find the way in the dark forest. However, they had to avoid ravines and snowdrifts and so, they were zigzagging through the woods. After two hours, they had passed less than half of the trip to their destination.

Right in front of them was a hill, not very steep, but elongated. Nastja clapped her gloved hands and said:

»All right, Ladies, once we are up there, we will have a break!«

The less athletic captives groaned when they saw the size of the hill that proved to be heavy terrain with them sinking into the snow, despite the snowshoes. However, they had little choice than to do the last 300 yards until their well-earned break.

The captives were shaking, and their chests were heaving when they finally were allowed to pause. Under other circumstances, they would have cried out from admiration, for the scenery was beautiful. The hill allowed to look down on a lake on whose frozen surface the stars were mirrored. The whole scenery really was a winter wonderland.

The three Russians also relaxed, Nastja and Olesya each lit a cigarette. Nastja then approached Lioba.

»I found a pack of Bensons when I searched through your baggage! Seems that you are the only smoker in your group!«

She inhaled and then blew the smoke into Lioba`s face, causing her to cough. Nastja chuckled and joined her comrades. They had a whispered talk in Russian and when hey had finished their cigarettes, they lined up opposite to their captives.

»It`s just us girls out here, after all!«

They planted their rifles in the snow and then opened their ski suits, pulling them down to their knees. Then, almost synchronously, they lowered their trousers and underwear, crouched and relieved themselves.

»Don`t worry, we haven`t forgotten about you!«, Milena said after they had adjusted their clothes again. She grabbed her rifle and watched as Olesya and Nastja stepped to the sides of the coffle and untied the crotch ropes of Samantha and Kristin. Their relief was short-lived, as then, Olesya opened Samantha´s belt and peeled her trousers, pantyhose and panties down to her knees whilst Nastja kept Kristin`s skirt gathered around her hips and just lowered her pantyhose and panties, much to the blonde´s dismay.

The two Russians worked up the line and soon, all captives stood with their panties at their knees, shivering in the cold air. Nastja scratched her chin and let her eyes wander over their pubic mounds.

»What an interesting variety of – hair styles! I wonder what this says about your – activities!«

Since their faces were red from the cold anyway, their blushing remained unnoticed, but especially Kristin and Veronique cringed from embarrassment. Nastja had been referring to their pubic hair, which was untrimmed in Kristin`s and Cordelia´s case. Veronique, Lioba and Samantha sported a thin strip of hair, whilst Lalita and Isabelle had theirs completely shaved off.

»Aww!«

It was Olesya, but she hadn`t detected yet another possibility to humiliate the captives. Instead, she pointed at the sky where, far in the distance, blue, red and green lights were dancing like ghosts or fairies.

It was the famous Polar Light, and except for Kristin and the Russians, all saw it for the first time. It would have been awesome. Samantha looked at Lalita and as their eyes met, she felt the urge to chuckle, despite their ordeal, when she remembered Lalita`s drunken attempts to spell »Aurora Borealis«.

»All right, Ladies, enjoy the look, but we haven`t got too much time!«

All seven had to squat whilst Nastja and Olesya walked the line, insisting that all kept their heads up to admire the Polar Light. Milena said in a casual tone:

»You will, however, only be allowed to get up and be redressed if all of you have finished their business!«

With a sigh, Isabelle followed nature. There was no point in risking a cystitis by delaying the inevitable. Olesya then adjusted her clothes; however, she this time threaded the crotch rope directly over her panties and pulled the pantyhose and trousers over it.

The same was done to Samantha and Lioba, who, since they had already been when being captured, were let off the hook of squatting. Their crotch ropes were pulled over their panties only, too, and since Isabelle and Lioba were »coffle neighbours«, Nastja tied Isabelle`s crotch rope to Lioba`s neck already.

Next to pee was Lalita and so, the first four captives were already fixed neck to crotch rope whilst the Russians were still waiting for the rest. Cordelia decided that the time for dignity and endurance wasn`t now, and so, after she had been tied to Lioba, the Russians concentrated on Veronique and Kristin.

»So, are you feeling nervous if someone is looking?«, Nastja asked mockingly. She had put her rifle aside and placed her hands on Veronique`s knees, looking down between the redhead´s legs. Veronique shook her head and mewed, causing Nastja to chuckle.

Meanwhile, Olesya had picked up her stick and waved it in front of Kristin.

»Would it help you to relax if I tickled you a little?«

Kristin cringed and shuddered. Then, she groaned from humiliation, but finally relieved her bladder. Olesya mockingly applauded, pulled up her panties and reapplied the crotch rope, fixing it to Kristin`s neck rope. Before she adjusted her pantyhose, too, she poked Kristin`s sides, laughing at her squeal.

Finally, Veronique also peed, unable to hold it any longer. Milena approached and said:

»I think that she needs to be punished for making us all wait the longest!«

»Uuhmmph! Nnnnggg!«

Veronique struggled, but Olesya and Nastja just stepped on her snowshoes whilst Nastja gleefully pulled the crotch rope between her legs where this time, no panties or pantyhose offered protection. Veronique screamed into her gag as the ropes were pulled between her labia.

»Mph! Uhmph!«

It was Samantha. She had seen that the Russians were all looking at Veronique´s ordeal, and none was paying attention to them. They were still bound, gagged and tied together, but it was at least a small chance. So, they slowly began to walk away from their captors.

Unwillingly, Veronique had bought them a head start of some 50 yards before Milena finally saw the group had disappeared from the hilltop.

»Hey! Where you think you are going?«

They all gathered their rifles and ran after the escaping captives as fast as their snowshoes allowed. Now, it was Kristin and Veronique who were left alone. The redhead was still sobbing and panting. Since it was meant to be tied to Kristin`s neck, her crotch rope now hung loose from her waist, but it was still there, touching Veronique at places where no rope was supposed to go.

Kristin looked over her shoulder. There, down the hill, was a group of trees, just some 30 yards away. If she made it this far, they would not be able to shoot at her, and she was as good as any of these Russians when it came to walking around with snowshoes. She faintly mmphed at Veronique, but she still was trying to cope with her latest ordeal. So, Kirstin started alone.

It hadn`t taken the Russians very long to reach their fleeing captives, and with three rifles pointed at them, none of them tried to continue the escape. Then, however, Milena angrily looked at Nastja and Olesya:

»Why are you both here, silly bitches?«

With a curse, Olesya darted back whilst Nastja once again grabbed the leash tied to Samantha`s crotch rope and forced the now smaller group to follow her whilst Milena kept her rifle pointed at them.

Back on top of the hill, They could see Veronique lying on her belly, with Olesya having one foot placed on her back to keep her down. There was, however, no sign of Kristin. Nastja pointed at the tracks and asked something in Russian that could only mean whether she should follow the Norwegian. Milena shook her head. In English, and loud enough that Kristin who had to be somewhere close would hear her, too:

»She`s bound and gagged, she has nothing but her pantyhose to protect her legs from the cold, and she has no idea where we are going. And if she is trying to follow our tracks to get back to the resort, she will only get to the point when the snow stopped; the last two miles, she will need more than the Devil`s luck!«

They made Veronique get to her feet and forced her to line in behind Cordelia where they tied her neck to the other`s crotch rope. Then, Veronique´s crotch rope was again pulled tight, causing her to squeal, before it was tied off at the back of her neck.

They then continued their trip. The speed had increased a bit, so, the ropes connecting them were under almost constant tension, causing the crotch ropes to uncomfortably massaging them on every step. Olesya had obviously lost interest in teasing the ticklish, but Milena still had her twig and slapped Veronique`s buttocks whenever she thought that she needed a little reminder to keep up.

Whilst she was occupied with her own ordeal, the others tried to look more optimistic on Kristin`s fate: after all, she knew the area, and she knew how to walk with snowshoes. Perhaps, she would make it back to civilisation.

However, even if Kristin was lucky, she still would not be able to tell anyone where they were going right now!

***

»Jesus, we look like fucking Scott of the bloody Antarctic!«, Billy commented, provoking Mike to yet another joke referring Billy`s age:

»You must know, you were alive when the film came out!«

Since »Scott of the Antarctic« had been released in 1948, this was a slight exaggeration. In addition, there were some similarities. Inside the hut, they had discovered half a dozen pairs of cross-country skis, old fashioned models, but still intact. There had also been a small sleigh and so, they had decided to place the wounded David on it and to knot makeshift pulling harnesses for themselves, so they could pull the sleigh.

The only one of them who had real experience in skiing was Linnea, though she was a bit limited for Mike`s spare boots only fit her if she put on three pairs of socks. However, they had decided that she and Mike would be the scouts who could move freely, whilst Billy, Bishop and Ravi would pull the sleigh. David felt a bit guilty for causing extra hardships, but they told him that he had the important job of watching their back.

Each had his backpack filled with some provision and what they thought could be necessary, including all their booze and cigars.

»It`s a shame that we have to leave the beer to the Americans! They haven`t deserved our good NBA!«

»NBA? I thought it is as American as Disneyland?«, Linnea asked, and Ravi explained:

»Newcastle Brown Ale! When this is all over, we will have one together!«

»Deal!«

With a smile, she shook Ravi`s hand, and he thought if it meant that they had a date now. Bishop pointed at the window, towards the direction where, perhaps, the sniper was waiting.

»Do you think she`s still there?«

Mike shrugged. The hut had a back door and so, if the sniper hadn`t changed position, they would have the hut as a protection until they had reached the woods.

»I wonder whether she will look inside once we are gone! That calls for a booby trap!«

He suddenly grinned and then, he turned towards Linnea:

»Please, don`t get me wrong, but would you mind leaving us alone for some two minutes? Just some, well, man talk!«

Linnea rolled her eyes, but withdrew into the other room. However, she peeped through the keyhole, curious what the men were up to. She saw Mike take one of the pots from the kitchenette and place it on the floor. Then, they gathered around it, with Mike aiding David to stand on his healthy leg. Linnea couldn`t hear what Mike was whispering, but then, she heard a sound that left only one conclusion. She waited for a few second and then, she entered, her hands on her hips.

»Really? Abusing a harmless cooking utensil as a chamber pot?«

The men spun around, looking more or less caught and Bishop and Ravi reflexively controlling whether their zippers were properly closed. Mike grinned and shrugged.

»British humour! You know, it`s either dry or – well, less dry!«

Linnea remembered what he had said about a booby trap earlier.

»So, you want to place that pot over the door, so whoever enters gets a – golden shower?«

The men nodded, and now, Linnea`s expression became stern.

»Am I a member of the team or not?«

»Well, of course!«

Linnea made a shooing gesture and approached the pot.

»Now, turn around!«

They obeyed, grinning and shaking their heads with disbelief. When they heard a splashing, they chuckled and Mike poked Ravi`s side.

»Is this the sensual side of vulgarity, or vice versa?«

Ravi just grinned a bit sheepishly. Linnea patted their shoulders from behind.

»So! Now, you can place the pot, as a ›Fuck off!‹ from the entire team!«

»Bloody hell, how are the Norwegian boys, if the girls are like that?«, Billy asked. Linnea curtseyed.

»Sorry that things are no longer than in the good old days of Queen Victoria!«

She pranced away and Billy grunted:

»So, will noy you and Ozzy pick on my age?«

Mike put his hand on Billy`s shoulder.

»Don`t worry, I will leave that field to her, and only make jokes about overweight and vanishing hair!«

»You were so cute as a child, at leas the first twelve months, before you started to talk!«

They placed their improvised booby trap over the door and then, they helped David to sit on the sleigh. Billy, Bishop and Ravi put on the harnesses and so, they left the hut. With each yard, they were more certain that the sniper had withdrawn, for as long as they were on the clearing, they would have been sitting ducks.

Except for the knifes, they had no arms, so, even a single opponent with a firearm could become a severe problem. Mike guessed that some ten to 15 miles were lying ahead of them. Then, they could get David to hospital and decide whether they would take on the Russians and the CIA on their own, or if they would do what no man had ever done before – ask for help.

»No offence, Roddy, but right now, I slightly envy Belle and the other girls who only have to care how many rounds of ›Truth or Dare‹ they can stand without passing out!«

***

»Linnea-Darling, who or what is ›Boshe moi‹?«

Lenya felt a shiver run down her spine, though they were still in the overheated living room. Mailin had turned out to be a very apt pupil when it had come to do to Lenya exactly as she had done. Or, to be more precisely, she had built up on the fundament of new experiences, and the result had caused Lenya to get carried away. So much indeed that at the peak of ecstasy, she hadn`t been able to care what exactly she had been yelling.

Obviously, Mailin had cared. »Bosh moi!« was Russian for »Oh my God!« – the right words for such a situation, but definitely the wrong language!

Lenya dodged the situation by pointing at the clock on the wall.

»I am completely losing my sense of time with this Polar night! It feels like the middle of the night, but it`s just 4pm!«

Now, Mailin looked as if she had been showered with icy water.

»Oh my God! We still have to report what has happened!«

She wanted to get up, but Lenya stopped her.

»Mailin, you are still injured! Let me go, I file the report whilst you remain in bed until I come back – as soon as possible, and together with some pastries from ›Bakehus‹!«

However, Mailin insisted on going. She got up, slightly staggering. When she touched her bruise, she looked at Lenya and said:

»My headaches are almost gone! Must have been the Aspirin!«

Though she was concerned about Mailin reporting the assault, she pretended to pout:

»Just the Aspirin, hm?«

Mailin slung her arms around her. Since she was four inches taller, Lenya`s chin was now resting on her breasts, and Mailin smiled:

»It`s an acronym! It stands for amicable«, she kissed Lenya`s lips, »sexy«, she kissed her again, »pert-«

Lenya interrupted her, though she enjoyed both what Mailin said and their great proximity. She had come to a conclusion how she could avoid alerting the whole Police of Kirkenes, at least for a while:

»I – I feel embarrassed!«

Mailin withdrew a bit from her, and her smile vanished.

»A-about what? About – about us?«

Lenya slung her arms around Mailin`s neck and went on her tiptoes to kiss her.

»Of course not, what do you think of me? But about – about what has happened at the resort! I mean, we behaved like idiots!«

Mailin frowned, but after a while, she nodded.

»And I don`t even have the excuse that it has been my second day!«

Of course, it had looked like a harmless routine visit, but they had both stumbled into the assault in a way that made some Keystone cops from an old Charlie Chaplin flick look professional in Comparison! Mailin shuddered from the memory.

»You are right, this report will look like a confession of incompetence!«

Lenya felt relief.

»So, you won`t tell Ragnar right now?«

Mailin shook her head. Then, however, she stepped back from Lenya and added:

»At least not if all we can report is that we got overpowered like fools and didn`t achieve anything! Linnea, I am afraid we have to go back to the lion`s cave!«

It took Lenya a few moments to understand.

»Y-you want to go back to the resort?«

She hadn`t been able to check her phone yet, and with the bad signal quality out there, she doubted that Milena had written anyway. If the siege was still on when they arrived at the resort, an embarrassing report would be the least of Mailin`s concerns!

»Above all, our guns are still there!«

Indeed, since she had been forced to wear one of Kristin`s skirts, and Mailin had been wrapped in the blanket, none of them had had any pockets, and in addition, Lenya had simply not thought about the gun belts.

»If they get into the wrong hands, we could both get suspended!«, Mailin added. In a last attempt, Lenya offered to go instead, but Mailin shook her head. So, she insisted on at least coming with her.

»I won`t let you get hurt a second time!«, she said convincingly, for it was what she truly meant. They exchanged a tender kiss, but then, Mailin put on her panties that had somehow landed in the fruit bowl. With little choice in the matter, Lenya also put on her old underwear. Mailin borrowed her a pair of leggings and one of her tighter sweaters, also one of her down jackets.

»Maybe, these thugs have left some tracks – and then, we will send them to jail!«

That Mailin would find such tracks was exactly what Lenya feared as they now mounted the snow mobile to get to the resort.

***

Cowering behind a pine, Kristin had heard Milena`s words about her most likely perishing in the snow. Now, having followed their old tracks for some hour, she more and more felt that the Russian had told the truth.

Kristin was totally exhausted, and she only stumbled forward because that was the only way to keep herself warm. The only source of liquid was sucking saliva from the panties in her mouth. She had considered rubbing the tape against some tree bark, but she hadn`t dared to stop moving her legs, even for a short time.

With her arms still folded at her nape, she could do little to push branches aside or to balance herself. Her shoulders ached, and each time she tried to lower her arms, the neck rope tightened. Her crotch rope had been pulled considerably tight, so each time Kristin had to crouch or take bigger steps, the rough rope chaffed her soft flesh. The worst thing, however, were her legs. From her hips to below her knees, only her pantyhose, now covered with ladders, stood between her bare skin and the cold air.

Then, another of Milena`s predictions came true: the tracks became less and less visible, and finally, there was just new snow. Surrounded by trees, Kristin had only a very vague idea where she should go.

»Mmhrrrrrrmmmmmm!«

It was a scream of sheer frustration. She had to gather all her strength not to let herself sink into the snow, for she knew that she would never have gotten up again. So, she staggered on, hoping that she was heading towards the resort. Two tears ran down her cheeks, and then quickly froze to icy pearls on the tape of her gag.

***

Colleen had indeed changed her position a bit, but she had been close enough to witness the group leave the hut, all equipped with skis, and pulling their wounded comrade on a sleigh. She guessed that like that, they would hardly make more than half a mile per hour. Since the next inhabited spot was some twelve miles away, they would not be able to call for help before the next day, even if they would march nonstop.

»So, I have an entire day to see what my Russian friends are up to!«

Colleen decided to go directly to the abandoned post and not to search the hut. So, she unknowingly avoided the booby trap waiting for her.

***

Lenya felt as if a heavy weight had been taken from her shoulders when they found the office empty and as they had left it. This time, they had entered it through the back door and looked into each room. Their gun belts were also where they had left them. Mailin took her handcuffs and handed the other pair to Lenya who remarked:

»Seems they have left without a trace! So, let`s go and decide what to put into our report!«

It was a thinly veiled attempt to prevent Mailin from getting to the resort, and it failed. Her colleague decided to leave the snow mobile behind and, their guns ready, the two climbed the hill. From the distance, the house looked peaceful and quiet, but Mailin frowned:

»Strange! The light is on – but according to the chimney, the fire`s almost gone out!«

At least, there was no sign of her comrades, and so, Lenya reluctantly followed Mailin as she approached the house and took cover behind the outhouse. Then, they entered the veranda where they noticed the splintered glass of the light.

»Look! Someone has shot at the door!«

Mailin pointed at the splintered door. Indeed, this could be hardly mistaken for anything else. Backing each other, they entered the house.

Inside, it was indeed quite cool, as the fire had burned down to some reddish embers. Otherwise, everything looked normal, except for the dirty footprints all over, and the cupboard in front of the window.

»What kind of party game have they been playing? And, most important, where are they now?«

»At the sauna?«, Lenya suggested, but that seemed highly unlikely, for the sauna`s chimney wasn`t working. Nevertheless, Lenya quickly checked the location, just to be sure that they didn`t overlook some trussed up and gagged women inside.

When she returned, Mailin was staring at a sheet of paper in her hand. She read the short English message to her:

»Help, this is no joke! Some Russian agents are taking us all hostages, they want to take us to their hideout, no idea where! Isabelle Marceau, plus six others!«

Lenya stood like petrified. This simple piece of paper would endanger their whole mission! Once Mailin would report what had happened, not only the Police would go after her comrades, but also the army! And she was the only one to prevent it!

Slowly, she raised her gun and pointed it at Mailin.

***