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Act XVII

***

Nancy was waiting patiently while she was fitted with a GPS wrist band by security. The canid was doing this necessary procedure because she had accepted the offer of a shopping trip from Trisha. This was to make up for her somewhat rough whipping a week earlier so this was a necessity by agreement with Mr. Waddell and all performers under mortgage, just to be allowed to leave the establishment. It wasn't non-removable, it was just a way for Blue Hawaii to know where their senior performers were at all times when they were away from the premises. The device was also fitted with a stress monitoring device should harm come to a girl.

“Alright, Nancy, you're live," he said, pointing out her location on the computer screen. There was a small marker with her name on it floating over Blue Hawaii. “You know the rules. You can't take it off while you're on your outing. Now get going, they're waiting for you out front."

The gray canid felt funny, wearing normal clothing, no collar around her neck and no bands on her wrists and ankles. Nonetheless, Trisha had invited her along on a shopping trip with Tigre and Tracy so she really wanted to go with them, if just to get out for a bit.

She looked down at the GPS bracelet, examining the delicate device. She knew how to open it but she also knew it would send an alert signal to Blue Hawaii if she did so. Besides, she knew until her mortgage was paid off, this was a good place to be. Plenty of opportunities to earn money to become self-owning and an ability to get her degree in criminal law. She hoped to get into law enforcement stateside once she could leave Blue Hawaii.

***

“Mace, did you notice that Hank is acting a little odd?" Trisha pointed out to her lover while they waited for the canid to join them.

“Yeah, he seems preoccupied," the male replied, smiling at her. “You know, I'm not letting you out of my sight today. I don't want to have to chase you down again."

“What brought that up?" Trisha asked, looking at his silly little smile.

“I don't know, I just felt like saying that," he proffered up.

The others were getting in the stretch van that was used by Blue Hawaii for various purposes and getting themselves settled in for a short drive to Kaneohe Bay Shopping Center. Trisha and Mace got in, sitting down behind Tigre and Tracy. Nancy piled in behind them, taking the back seat.

“Sis, isn't Kaneohe Bay Shopping Center the one that Cami worked for?" the spotted one asked. Trisha had to stop and think before she answered.

“You know, I think she said something about working there." the buckskin filly replied. “I hope I can find some jeans there that fit me," she commented as she put her seatbelt on.

“I know what you mean," Tracy stated. “I have such a problem finding jeans that fit me right."

“Why don't you just buy them close enough and have Miriam tailor them?" Tigre asked.

“Yeah, in that case we would probably need men's pants. That's the only way to leave enough material for Miriam to work with." Trisha replied.

Hank finally took the passenger seat up front, nodding to the driver to head out.

***

Nancy and Tracy came out of yet another lingerie shop, bags in hand. Mace, Hank and their driver had been reduced to temporary baggage handlers by the ladies for this foray.

“Tracy! Over here!" Trisha called out from a little ways down the mall. They all headed that way, trying to figure out why the filly was so excited.

They found the buckskin colored femme standing in front of a shop that would make jeans to fit, done with computer scanning to ensure they would fit properly.

“Tracy! They can laser scan us, then make us jeans in about an hour!" she squealed, trying unsuccessfully to contain her excitement.

“Oh ... My ..." Tracy said very reverently. “Jeans that will actually fit me!"

They all watched the video infomercial in the shop's front window, learning that the procedure wasn't that expensive and the jeans were partially assembled by robotics and finished by hand. The two fillies finally gravitated inside to get scanned.

“Uh, hello ladies," the shop owner said hesitantly. “Is there something I might help you with?" he questioned, looking at them strangely. This was the first time he had chimerae in his shop, looking to get custom trousers from him.

“Um, yeah, we would like to get some jeans," Tracy proffered up.

“OK, we can do that. Would you please make your selections, then slip on these body stockings," he said politely, handing each of them a thin white bodysuit with a tail cutout, pointing out the changing rooms.

They chose their materials from the samples on the counter, then entered their information into the computer touch-screen terminals. The software that was installed on the terminals had some settings for chimerae, such as slits for tails, specifically, where the slit was placed and how long to make it. After a few moments to put on the suits, they emerged back in the main area.

“OK, which one of you first?" he asked, opening the scanning booth door.

“Me first!" Tracy blurted out, following the man's direction as to where to stand.

After a few minutes of scanning Tracy, he made Trisha take her turn in the booth. Once they were done, the salesman let them see the resulting 3D scans. Interestingly enough, the computer suggested that they might be Brandon 87H's by the general dimensions of their bodies.

“OK, ladies, you can come back in about an hour and fifteen minutes to pick up your jeans. The nice thing is if you really like the fit, you can order more pairs on our website. These are your ID numbers," he told them, giving them a card with their individual user numbers imprinted on them.

“Thank you," the fillies said as they left the shop, meeting up with the rest of their group waiting outside.

***

Hank sat down with the group after waiting for his lunch, a roasted chicken breast sandwich with a pasta salad on the side. Setting his radio on the table, he sampled the salad. It was good but not nearly as good as Michelle Norton's. She was a master at creating a tasty pasta salad.

“Trisha, you're being too nice to me," Nancy offered up between bites of her club sandwich. “You didn't have to bring me with you today."

“No, I was the one that suggested we put some conditioner in your fur. That ended up backfiring on us hard." the filly replied, looking down at the table. “I should have known better. I did pass it around to the other trainers that using the conditioner like we did was risky, at any rate."

“You can't even see the stripes you laid on me," Nancy pointed out. “They were healed up within a week."

“Still, I felt bad about whipping you like that." the buckskin filly told her. Trisha was poking at her Mongolian beef and vegetables, trying not to think about that day. “At least Trevor is banned now."

Tracy was sitting next to Hank, enjoying her spaghetti and green salad meal. She was watching her lover, noting he was somewhat distracted.

“Um, is there something bothering you?" she asked quietly, touching him on the arm. He looked over at her, waiting just a moment before he replied.

“It's ... it's nothing," he replied, swallowing hard afterward. There was a pained look in his eyes that Tracy noticed.

“Are you sure? You know you can talk to me about it," she offered, taking his huge hand in hers, squeezing it lovingly.

“No, that's OK. It's not ... it's not worth talking about. It's just a deal I made that I regret now." Tracy looked down at her meal, then back at her lover.

“Well, if you ever want to talk about it, let me know." she told him, giving him a kiss on the back of the hand.

“Alright, if I ever want to, I will." Hank looked down at his lunch, realizing he had suddenly lost his appetite.

***

Linda was pacing backstage at the Lava Room, somewhat on edge this evening. She was doing a show with two of her favorite vixen 'dancers', Wendi Bainter and Peggy Hayes. Wendi was already on-stage, helping the staff to attach her ankles to the chair while Peggy was still getting ready.

The show tonight was a humiliation and whip show, requiring the two ladies to ingratiate themselves to Linda and get twenty 'lashes' each for some imaginary infraction. This was the type of late show that was done to satisfy the twisted fucks that liked to see pain meted out. Linda unrolled her whip, checking it for damage just to occupy her time.

What really bothered her was her earlier meeting with Chuck Waddell and the surprise he dropped on her. She reached up and felt her throat, the lack of a collar around it kind of bothering her. Looking down at her wrists with the gold studded turquoise bands gracing them, she just shook her head. Mr. Waddell had finally convinced her to take them after a half-hour of heated arguing about it, which at one point they were both practically shouting at each other. Her argument was she didn't have it in her and his rebuttal was that she did. The fire he drew out of her eventually convinced her to take them.

“Miss Linda, are you OK? You seem rather distracted," the black vixen told her.

“Um, yeah. I'm still not used to the idea of being a tamer." Linda checked the wide leather wrist bands on her 'dancer', making sure they weren't too tight.

“Sorry I'm late, Miss Linda, Miriam had to fix my bra. One of the hooks came off." Peggy offered up. The white vixen took her seat next to Wendi, getting as comfortable as possible on the wooden 'whipping chair'. These were similar to a wooden desk chair except the performer sat backwards in it, ankles secured to the back legs and her wrists chained to the back of it, forcing her to 'hug' the chair.

“That's Okay, we still have plenty of time before the show." the palomino filly stated as she helped to secure Peggy's ankles to the chair's back legs. “Um, Peggy, do you have conditioner in your fur?" she asked, rubbing the vixen's shoulder and back.

“No, it's that new shampoo that Central Costuming is giving out. It leaves your fur feeling kinda silky."

“Gah, I hope this doesn't cause a problem," Linda mused as they prepared for the show. The new tamer gave her dancers some water, then secured their wrists to the chair backs. “OK, it's almost time."

The curtains opened, the cue for Linda to walk to the front of the stage. She struck a pose like a dominatrix, whip in hand and looked out at the crowd with a hard stare.

“My name is Miss Linda Moore and I will be your whip mistress for the evening. I thank you all for taking the time tonight to see two ladies get what's coming to them." She tossed her blond mane and strode to the side of the stage. “These two ladies have both went against house rules as far as satisfying their clients. They must now convince me they're sorry they did so."

“Please, Miss Linda! I'm sorry! I'll never nibble my client's neck again without asking!" the white vixen shouted, turning to look back at her tormentor. She winked at her too, where the audience couldn't see her.

“How sorry are you?" Linda asked, laying the whip to her back, down the middle of her spine. That garnered a shriek from Peggy.

“I'm very sorry Ma'am!" she blurted out between sobs.

“Please don't whip me!" Wendi shouted, starting to 'cry' from fear.

“You didn't tell me you're sorry," Linda said darkly, giving the black vixen a stroke down the lower back.

“I'm Sorry! I won't bite my client's scrotum again!" the black vixen shouted, having to stifle a giggle. They were told to make up what they were being punished for so that was the first thing that came to mind.

“See to it you don't ever do that again!" Linda commanded, laying another stroke on her performer, across the shoulders this time. Wendi let out a long howl in response and tried to stand up. The chains were too short for her to do so, however.

“It looks like it's going to be a long night, Ladies." Linda said darkly as she readied her whip for another strike.

***

The show over, Wendi rested her head against the top of the chair back while others looked after her. Her entire back tingled, a combination of stimulation from Linda's whip and the trauma drugs sprayed onto it. The palomino filly was currently standing behind her, working the spray into her skin, being careful of several very tender spots.

“How does that feel?" Linda asked, putting a bit of spray onto the vixen's neck and massaging it afterward.

“That feels good, Miss Linda. Could you put a bit more on that one stripe across my shoulders?"

“Sure, Wendi. Gah, sometimes I wish these shows weren't so painful. I don't enjoy whipping you girls, I hope you know." she told the dancer while she sprayed that one very long stripe.

“We know you don't," Peggy piped up. We can see it in your eyes."

***

Her breakfast interrupted, Trisha looked at the text message that had been sent to her, asking for her assistance with an unruly red collar performer. Making her way to Torment 241, she found Gerald Hamlin, daytime security supervisor, standing in front of a black canid that was secured in a training frame and who seemed to be unconscious at the moment. He was dressed casually so he must have been using his employee discount to 'enjoy' the day.

“Hello, Miss Patricia," he said softly. “Um, Karin was just fine when Tigre set her up for me a bit ago but it seems she might have passed out for some reason," he proffered up. “She was struggling just before she passed out, like she might have been in distress."

Trisha went up to the canid, tipping her head up to look at her eyes and judge just what kind of condition she was in before calling for a Med-tech. She suddenly felt a stinging sensation in her shoulder just as her lights went out.

***

Tigre looked down at her Blackberry, noting a new text message had arrived. Looking it over, she saw that Trisha was asking for her to assist in getting a performer down from a training frame. Heading that way, she wondered why she needed help since the other person in the room with her would be an employee.

***

Tracy had been given a Blackberry, since she would be running the new pub that was being put together. She was helping to remove the old merchandise racks from the previous card shop when she received a text message to go to Torment 241. It seemed a few of the girls were having a party and Trisha invited her to join in. Never one to pass on a party, she headed that way. Maybe she could have a quick piece of cake before she needed to get back to work on the pub.

***

... Trisha began to regain consciousness, most likely lying on the floor. Not having a clue why this happened, she quickly composed an email to Rita, using the canned message title “Emergency" and “T-241" in the body. Sending it, she decided to open her eyes and see what was up.

Opening one eye just a slit, she observed a hand and arm go past her line of sight and press something cold against the side of her head, twisting it slightly against her skin and pelt. The hand then retreated, leaving the item behind. The filly noted she could no longer access the network so the device must have been a Redtooth and Wi-Fi jamming device.

“Patricia! You're awake!" Gerald's voice said cheerily as the guard picked her up gently and carried her over to a restraint chair, setting her down in it very carefully. “Now please sit still, Patricia. You've been given a mild paralytic to make you docile. If you try to stand, you might fall and hurt yourself."

“Wh ... why are you doing this?" she asked quietly while he put some cuffs on her, not very tight, just snug enough that she couldn't get her wrists out of them. She looked over to see Tracy and Tigre in similar predicaments with one exception; they were both gagged quite heavily.

“It seems that your talents have not gone unnoticed." Gerald replied. He pulled a table over to them that had a laptop sitting on it, positioning it so they would be able to see it. He maximized a running video-conferencing application with a face smiling at them and stepped back so they could see the screen.

“I see we have our three ladies all together so I can talk with them," the face said in a neutral tone, almost mechanical in nature. “I have a proposition for you, Patricia. I wish for you to come work for me at Blue Jade, near Vladivostok. I realize you currently have gainful employment but I'm making you a very generous offer. I want you to be my lead tamer at Blue Jade. You'll earn twice as much as you're making now, a substantially larger suite to live in and more latitude to do what needs to be done. I'll even honor your status as being self-owning and I will allow your friend, Mr. Alexander, to come visit you after a short period of time to ensure that you're adjusting properly to your new environment. I wish for you to work for me for a period of ten years, at which time you will be allowed to walk away from Blue Jade with a substantial amount of funds, no strings attached. Oh, and by the way, you would receive some VR on-site to learn to converse in Russian for the local clientèle."

The filly started to say something but the voice cut her off.

“You need to know that I wish for Tracy and Claudette to work for me too, as assistant tamers. They would be offered the same deal as I'm offering you and I will honor their self owning status." The face waited a few moments before he continued. “I should point out that whatever fate you decide, Patricia, you will be deciding for the three of you."

After a pause the face continued. “If you turn down this offer, you will still be going to Blue Jade. The three of you will be turned into meat puppets, as you so fondly call them. Tracy and you will become dick sluts of the highest order, begging for a man's cock to be rammed into any orifice and Claudette will become your personal trainer, whipping you at every opportunity until you bleed profusely. Inside your heads, your organic brains will be captive, unable to control your bodies when I wish for you to work, which will be constantly. Your minds will essentially be along for the ride, feeling every indignation placed upon and into your bodies until the day you die. Please discuss this amongst yourselves for a few moments but do not take all day. Time is of the essence."

Gerald turned their chairs so they could see each other. He then removed the gags from the tigress and the spotted one so they could discuss this very dire situation amongst themselves.

“This isn't much of a choice," Tracy commented between sobs, having to strain to talk loud enough to be heard. “I don't want to be a meat puppet, Patty, so I guess I vote to go willingly."

“We're not really being offered a choice, Trisha. I vote to go willingly too." Tigre offered up in a whisper as she fought back her tears.

“I guess we'll all learn to speak Russian," Trisha commented softly between her sobs, giving her sister and her friend a teary smile.

“That's very nice to hear," the face said as Gerald turned them toward the screen again. “Mr. Hamlin has been instructed to be very gentle with the three of you. I regret that getting you out of Blue Hawaii will require a bit of work and some cooperation on your part, but you will fly in my private jet non-stop to Vladivostok, in the cabin with Mr. Hamlin and his assistant who should be along any moment. I thank you for your wise decision in this matter, Patricia. You will not regret it."

The security supervisor cum kidnapper smiled as he shut off the laptop and began to get the girls ready for transport.

***

Hank looked down at his personal cell phone, grimacing as he observed the text message sent to him. Shaking his head, he put his phone away, made sure his taser was charged and headed for Torment 241.

***

Trisha allowed Gerald to carry her into the bathroom in torment 241, letting her relieve herself then assisting her in doing an enema. It actually felt nasty to flush herself out, not having done it for a while now. She noticed that she was so weak from that paralytic, there was no way she could stand, let alone get out of the room if she wanted to. She hoped that Mr. Hamlin would be gentle just as Blue promised.

“Let's get you set up here," the man told her, laying her out on the floor. He carefully removed her clothing then put an adult disposable diaper on her. “It could be as long as six hours before you're in the cabin of the plane." he explained as he fastened the closure tapes around her waist and over her tail dock.

He brought out a rather large plastic toolbox from a closet and sat it by her head while he sat down on the floor by her. Gerald opened the box, then removed a pair of dental retractors, getting one of them ready.

“Open up, please?" he asked, waiting until she did so. He carefully put it between her teeth, ratcheting it to hold her mouth open. He then removed a 'U' shaped device from the box and put some temporary sealant around the three short tubes protruding from it. Pressing it into her lower jaw, behind her teeth, the tubes slid into her saliva ducts. There was one more tube dangling from it that her saliva now dripped from. “that wasn't hard, now was it?" he asked, smiling when she nodded slightly. “Now to get the insert into you."

Trisha knew what was coming next but she was just too weak to fight him over it. Gerald brought out a silicone VR breathing/feeding insert that would go into her next. It was a tubular shape with an appendage hanging out at an appropriate place to go down her trachea. The longer part would go down her esophagus, the specially shaped end of it pressing through the upper sphincter of her stomach for feeding. What bothered her was its size; she had never seen one this big in diameter before.

He sprayed it down with what must have been a lubricant, then started it into her mouth. He pushed it into her slowly, allowing her to get accustomed to the feeling of having her mouth filled like this. Gerald continued to push it home, making her tip her head up a bit to get the breathing tube into place. She almost gagged once, knowing it would be a bad thing if she did. Eventually he had the tube fully inside her, her lips brushing the flange at the front. The insert had her mouth stretched firmly and it filled up every bit of her throat.

“You did get your tongue into the pocket, right?" he asked as he hooked up the tube that would redirect her saliva down the feeding pipe. He pushed some gel in between her cheeks and the insert then some more into the tongue pocket to keep her mouth lubricated and moist. He then sprayed a moisturizer into her nasal passages for her comfort. He finished this work by inflating the bladders around the tubes inside her, sealing them to her body.

“I'm sorry but you'll just have to deal with this until we get to Blue Jade," Gerald said as he went to the closet. He came back with something that scared Trisha just to look at it; it was a stainless steel head covering that would hold the insert into her and prevent its removal without removing the head covering first.

He took a pouch out of his tool box and ripped it open carefully. What fell out was a magnetic key of a type Trisha had never seen before. He used it to open the head covering then sat it on the floor quickly. The key smoked for a bit, then crumbled into dust. It must have been some kind of a one-time key that was activated by contact with the air. Gerald then put the head covering on Trisha, making sure the insert was engaged in the opening provided before closing it around her head. It was quite snug fitting but at least it was padded inside and she could see out of it, if that really was a consolation.

Trisha had tears streaming from her eyes from fright while Mr. Hamlin slipped a padded backboard of sorts under her, aligning her body carefully on top of it. He put some padding between her knees and ankles, then he placed a thin foam pad over her. He then brought up the sides of the canvas pseudo-bag attached to the back board that would surround her.

“Help me slip your arms into the sleeves," he asked, guiding her hands through a set of abbreviated semi-sleeves in the sides of the bag. They went from her wrists to her armpits but didn't cover her hands. She could feel her coat on her thighs with her fingers.

“I'll try not to get it too tight around you," he said as he buckled each one of the twenty straps closed. He really was being careful, Trisha noted, not throwing his weight into each strap as he went. Eventually, he made it to the last straps that went over her shoulders, carefully snugging them. Satisfied with his work, he picked up the head of the board and pulled her out of the way, leaning her up against the wall so she could watch as he started on Tracy. The door to the suite opened about that time to reveal Hank stepping in with a grim look on his muzzle.

“Hank, so good of you to show up," Gerald stated. “Help me get Tracy ready, will you?"

“Get way from her," the huge equine chimera said in a stern voice. “She's going nowhere. None of them are going anywhere, you asshole! I've changed my mind about this."

The abductor backed away from the spotted female, getting a bit of distance between Hank and himself.

“Hank, you can't bail on me," Gerald warned. “You've already been paid for your services, guy."

“Watch me bail on you. Tell Blue he's fucked up in the processor, will you?" the huge one replied,, kneeling over Tracy to pick her up. “I'm not going to be a part of a kidnapping attempt, Gerald. Just forget it." he said as he prepared to pick up his love interest.

“Sorry, buddy," Gerald said as he shot the male chimera in the meat of the leg with a tranquilizer dart, dropping him like a bad habit.

***

Hank woke up only to find he was laying face-down on the floor with his arms and legs hog-tied behind him, preventing him from moving. He was also gagged with a very large inflatable gag that was stretching his mouth severely, muffling his cries for help. He knew he had fucked up now and he really hoped that Mr. Waddell would just turn him over to the authorities, since he could never live down the fact to Tracy that he was involved with her kidnapping.

He noted he couldn't access the network, most likely because of a jammer stuck to the side of his head. He spotted a floor ring right by his cheek so he looked over at the girls as a ruse, getting the device stuck to his head near the ring. Slowly rubbing the side of his face against the pinion point, he managed on the fourth attempt to pull the device away from his head, far enough to send an alert at any rate.

He composed an email with the message title “Emergency! All Units!" and “All units to Torment 241! Kidnapping! I am Code 7 in the room, tied up and unable to help." in the message body. He sent this message to Chuck, Rita, Security and Medical, smiling to himself when the security computer's daemon sent a return receipt to him as a confirmation of his mail being received successfully. He quickly received an email back from Security that told him help was being responded. So much for Gerald kidnapping Chuck's performers.

“Sorry you have to be trussed up like that, Hank. I really wished you would have come with me," Gerald stated as he leaned Tracy up against the wall and started on Tigre. “I really could have used your help. No matter, buddy, I have this room booked for about six more hours." he stated. “Nobody will notice they're gone until it's too late."

***

Cami was giving a guest directions to the Jamba Juice shop in the main concourse when her radio came to life with an alert tone.

“Alert! All units to Torment 241, code 3! 10-65 in progress!" the male voice shouted in an excited tone.

She took off in a dead run to stairwell five, hitting the door on the move. She bounded up the stairs three steps at a time, dodging performers coming down the stairwell, stopping just momentarily to make sure she wouldn't run into someone in the hall as she came out into the second floor. She had the look of death on her muzzle as she looked around at the room numbers to orient herself; Tigre, Trisha and Tracy were in that room according to the map. Her co-workers.

Getting to the room first, she opened the door slowly to see Mr. Hamlin taking some cuffs off of Tigre who was seated in an unusually designed chair. She then observed Tracy and Trisha on transport boards, ready to be shipped out. A slightly scrambled, short range Wi-Fi message from Hank informed whoever it was at the door of T-241 to take out Gerald at all costs. He was the kidnapper.

“Security! Step away from Tigre right damned now you bastard!" Cami shouted, pulling her baton from her belt as she entered the room. Gerald responded by shooting her with a dart, then looking at her strangely when she didn't fall down.

“Oh, you just fucked up big time!" she said darkly as the dart hung limply from her uniform blouse. “forgot about my body armor, eh?" she commented, advancing on him to take him out. Cami swatted at his weapon-bearing hand, using the striking power of that Asp baton to break his wrist, causing him to drop the pistol. She then kicked the weapon away from them.

Gerald turned and followed the path of the firearm, hoping to reacquire his errant dart pistol with his good hand when Cami came charging at him like a berserk runaway linebacker. She scooped him up, charging at the wall with him in her grasp. He stabbed at her shoulder with the dart in his good hand only to discover her military-style body armor under her uniform blouse protected her from injury. The end result of this altercation was the fact that Cami slammed him brutally into the wall with all of her body weight, almost knocking him out.

She stepped over him, easily lifting him by his shirt to his feet. She slapped him around to wake him up, not being particularly careful with him either.

“Wha ... the ... fuuu ...?" he blurted out as he came back out of his stunned condition.

“You're under arrest, Maggot!" she shouted in his face just as the room was swarmed by every available person in the place.

***

Chuck was pacing the floors in the Infirmary, trying his best to calm down after blowing a gasket. This latest kidnapping attempt was just about to get the best of him. What really upset him was the condition of three of his valued employees.

Trisha was tugging weakly at her head covering again, trying to get her fingers under it to remove that jamming device stuck to her head. This really bothered her, being unable to let them know exactly how she felt. When she got free, that sonuvabitch Gerald was a dead man in her eyes. She really intended to string him up in a whipping frame and whip him until he bled to death. She looked over at Tracy, who was leaning forward in her bed, allowing the staff locksmith access to the covering to discover the method of unlocking. She regretted what had happened to her sister chimera because Tracy didn't deserve this.

“Raj, do you have any idea what they've been injected with?" Mr. Waddell asked, looking at the tigress, who was trying to sit up. She was so weak she couldn't get situated where she wanted to be in bed. Chuck finally felt sorry for her, assisting her to get comfortable.

“I am very sorry but I cannot read Russian, Sir," the senior Med-tech replied, looking at the various vials of liquid that had been retrieved from the scene of the crime.

Chuck grabbed Hank's radio from its holster, using it to call for some assistance.

“Cami, this is Chuck. Please come to the Infirmary." he asked.

“I copy, Sir. En route to the infirmary." she replied.

Within a few minutes, the tall wolverine femme entered the medical bay.

“Cami, can you read the writing on these bottles?" Raj asked.

“Uh, yeah, it's in Russian. Here, let me write down the contents."

She carefully read each vial, writing down the contents of each one on a paper for the medical crew. One vial in particular bothered her; that particular paralytic was a long-acting variety that would render its victim incapacitated for three to four days. While Cami was translating the vial's contents, Hank got Chuck's attention.

“Boss, could we talk somewhere quiet?" he asked.

“Well, sure, Hank. How about in the next room?"

They went to the room next door, Hank closing the sliding pocket door behind them for privacy.

“Boss, I have something I want to tell you that I'm very ashamed of. I was supposed to help Blue abduct the girls but I changed my mind when I found out one of them was going to be Tracy. You can fire me now if you want. I'll understand."

“How much do you know?" the blond haired man asked. “You help me take something from Blue and swear to remain loyal to Blue Hawaii and I will let you keep your job if you still want it. What you just told me stays between the two of us."

“We're supposed to meet a private jet in less than three hours, Sir. I was supposed to go with them to Vladivostok to be with Tracy. It was an agreement between Blue and myself once I found out Tracy had been selected by Blue to be kidnapped."

“Who's going to be on the jet?" Chuck asked, giving thought to a ruse of a different kind.

“The pilot, the co-pilot and a doctor."

“OK, that seals it. We're going to take something from Blue."

Raj opened the door, poking his head into the room. He was smiling widely, like the cat that ate the bird.

“Mr. Waddell, one of the vials is an antidote."