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Roxette said it all: Crash. Boom. Bang
Skaill Manor: Dining Hall
The opening of the large Entrance Door to the Dining Hall shook Melissa out of her stupor. Her eyes went wide above her Gag: Lady Barbara stumbled into the room, dishevelled, sporting a large ball gag, bare breasted, Wrists and Elbows tightly tied behind her back.
In her wake the cruel Egyptian, her second in Command and another of those assassins. Anck-Sun-Amun smiled at them “Ladies don´t look so glum I have good news for you! I and Babsie had a very constructive conversation” she slapped Barbara almost casually on her already sore rump “and I thank you all for your cooperation. We will make the Lady of the House a little more comfortable, leave each of you a token of our friendship and take our leave then! What do you think?” Her audience just stared back at her. On their faces the Egyptian registered mixed emotions: Relief, anger and resignation- and fear. She turned to Nofret and nodded.
“Yes High Priestess?” her Second asked politely “Please make our good host more comfortable, she must be terribly tired, the poor thing!” her Boss replied with mocked compassion.
Nofret followed the order to the letter: Soon Lady Barbara Callahan found herself tightly hogtied on the Floor, her Toes bound back to her Elbows and her braided hair, forcing her to stare ahead. The whole backside of her Body was one Pain. She was so spent, that she didn´t resist in any way.
Meanwhile the other Assassins presented each captive with a “token of their esteem”: Evil looking nipple clamps, with small weights, the captives protested into her gags, but protest seemed only to amuse their handlers. Anck-Sun-Amun strode to the Eastern Wall and pressed a Panel. A soft click and a rectangular Gateway opened.
To her Guests the Egyptian explained “Lady Barbara was so kind to show us a secret Gateway and now …”
With an ear deafening bang the door flew out of its hinges. Chris followed by her Companions charged into the room, their Weapons trained at their Opponents.
“Miss von der Marwitz, it is so good to see you again! I advise you not to fire your Guns though: We turned up the Gas” the Egyptian sounded almost pleasantly
“I would like to stay to have a chat with you, but we have a train to catch” The Egyptian hurled something at their opponents. Smoke filled the Room “After me!” Anck-Sun-Amun shouted “Ahotep! Cover us! Block the doorway!”
The smoke cleared. Anck-Sun-Amun and her assassins had vanished. In the doorway stood the giantess blocking it with her body, wielding a Khopesh, the ancient blade glittering in the light. Chris was tall, but the woman blocking the doorway was a giant, well over seven feet tall, all muscles and sinuses – no fat.
There was only one option. Chris laid her gun down and drew her katana. Inwardly she cursed; with every second the possibility that Anck-Sun-Amun would escape with the scroll rose. Out of the corner of her eyes she registered that the Dark Lady made a call, probably Evie she mused. The Egyptologist had to know where the gas could be turned off.
Firmly she grabbed her sword with both hands and strode at the giantess who mustered her with cold calculating eyes. Her opponent was not only muscles and no brain. The Egyptian had gripped her Sword with both Hands, ready to strike. Both women mustered each other. No one blinked. Chris saluted her opponent with her blade and bowed. The Egyptian returned the gesture then stood silent again, calmly awaiting Chris´ attack. She radiated a calm strength.
A Khopesh was a weapon Chris had only read about. The curved blade could be used to block an opponent´s weapon or rip it from his hand.
The pianist stepped forward. Her blade poised to strike. With enormous effort Chris willed the fact that Anck-Sun-Amun was gaining ground with every passing second into the most secluded chamber of her brain.
“You can still leave!” she addressed her opponent. The giantess just stared back. “So be it then” the blonde gripped her katana firmly. This obstacle would not stand in her way.
Chris´ first overhand strike was blocked by the curved blade, she twisted the blade swiftly too shake it free. The pianist stepped back and attacked again. Attack and counterattack followed, several times. The strokes of her adversary were not only powerful but precise and controlled. Both opponents went through the opening stages of a duel testing the strengths and weaknesses of their adversary.
The Egyptian could not swing her blade freely, but behind her next stroke was much power. Only a lightning quick step to the left saved Chris, as her opponents blade cut with an ominous swish through the empty space she had just stood before.
Chris saluted her opponent with a little smile. The giantess remained stoic though. “You should try to smile at times” Chris grinned “It does not hurt” No reaction. Chris raised her blade again. Time seemed to stand still.
They traded several more blows. Chris had landed a superficial hit, which resulted in an deep ugly gash in her opponents face, above the left brow – but had been hit in return, it was a superficial cut above her left brow – another blow grazed her right shoulder and left a shallow gash. The Egyptian firmly held her ground and stood like an impenetrable wall of muscle and flesh in the doorway.
Chris attacked again with a sequence of quick strokes, she had trained many times – it ended with a blow to the head and a quick thrust to the chest when the opponent tried to fend of the blow to the head. The Egyptian parried the blow to the head almost effortless – and was quick enough to block Chris´ thrust to her breast – barely, but she did it. The blonde stepped back out of the range of the giantess. Against her will she was impressed.
Her opponent stayed on the defensive but she needn´t to do anything different. Though the blonde had a lot of different strikes at her disposal the tactical situation limited her options severely.
And the giantess was good, very good, Chris had to admit grudgingly: Nimble on her feet, very good reflexes and she was patient; the blonde had tried more than once to draw her opponent out, without success. The Egyptian possessed of course the advantage of greater range. Chris stood a step back, after another blocked attack and took a deep breath. The Egyptian let her never out of her sights.
Chris was frustrated, she was severely tempted to storm like a berserk at her opponent but blind fury would get her nothing. In her head she heard the stern but warm voice of Sensei Nakamura who had been like a father to her after her parents had died in a car crash in Italy “Concentrate Christine-San. Control your feelings! Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering. Focus and let the blade guide you” And her Sensei was gone.
Chris stepped back - blended it all out. The sounds. The noises. As if her surroundings were covered by a blanket of black silk. Now there was only the blade and her. Chris was the blade. The five hundred years old blade, made of over a hundred times folded steel was part of her “I am the blade” What happened now happened so fast that no human eye could follow.
Thought and Action was one. She stepped forward and thrusted her blade forward, evading the Khopesh and cutting effortlessly through flesh and bone and through her opponents heart. Her sharp battle cry “Kiaii!” rang through the air.
The Giantess Eyes widened as the sharp blade of the katana hit her, her fingers became limb and her blade clattered to the floor, and sank to the ground.
In wonder and amazement everyone starred at her.
Chris turned around registering all eyes resting on her “What is it?” she barked “Kirsty and Sarah follow me!” That broke the spell. The Briton and the Canadian hurried to the blonde so commanding was the pianist´s presence. Neither of them spoke a word. Both had seen many a thing. But they just followed Chris.
Determined the pianist stepped over the fallen body of Chris´ adversary and hurried down the dimly lit Passageway, followed by Kirsty and Sarah … Chris did not even look down on the corpse. She was all purpose and determination.
Skara Brae:
Kate listened to Sophie “Okay we will be ready” and ended the Call “We should be prepared for enemy-Contact. Chris and the others couldn´t pursue them at once, Chris had to remove an obstacle first”
“So it is just us for the time being” Anna concluded as she scanned the small cove in 300 metres distance “This dammed wind makes it difficult to hold the rifle steady” she cursed under her breath, so far nothing could be seen on the beach.
The north-western wind was strong. Anna had difficulties to hold the rifle steady and Kate could barely see a thing through her scopes. Evie watched Anna and Kate intently. They seemed calm. She herself felt restless. Lying in wait on a beach on the Orkneys? She would not have dreamt of it days ago. Anna and Kate were an interesting pair, the violinist and the captain.
She on the other hand was used to dig in the desert not to be part of a scouting party, she felt on one side totally out of her depth but on the other part pride to be part of this “band of brothers” – “Sisters” she corrected herself with a small smile. Shakespeare´s Henry V. wouldn´t have known a thing about amazons like Chris, Anna or Kirsty.
Suddenly Kate listened intently “Do you hear that Anna?” The Russian concentrated, there was indeed something: there were the sounds of the Sea, the breeze – and something else “Sounds like Engines” Kate added “Yes, that´s how they got here in the first place”
At the same Moment two things happened simultaneously: Out of the Darkness appeared the lines of a large yacht, which stopped roughly 100 Metres from the shore line, a large commando boat was hoisted into the water and navigated to the beach.
Kate scanned the beach again. There! Down there at the Cliff an opening appeared and several dark shadows stepped out on the beach. All in all Kate counted nine figures, which ran down to the surf, not in a straight line but zig zagging.
“Clever” Anna thought, while she tried to get a clear shot. She squeezed the trigger. With a piercing scream the target went down trashing around in pain in the sand. But the other shadows did not stop. Anna fired a second time – and missed, the third shot hit his mark though its intend target squarely through the chest. The Russian cursed as her next shot missed its intended Target – again.
The remaining shadows had nearly reached the commando boat.
Kate followed them with her glasses and was alarmed “Anna in the Boat!” The Russian whirled around following her directions. In her scope she saw a person kneeling in the Surf something bulky on her shoulder “Shit” Anna cursed “Come, Lord Jesus, be our Guest; and bless what you have bestowed”
Their opponent and the Russian fired almost at the same time, Anna probably a split second earlier. “Down Evie, down ” Anna bellowed as they pressed themselves firmly on the Ground behind a rock. A deafening explosion followed, the searing hot blast wave rolled over them, raining down mud and splinters of rock on them. The rocket had missed them by a hair´s breadth.
Anna´s ears rang as she dared to lift her head “We live!” she turned her head: Thank God Kate and Evie were unharmed too, though Evie seemed pretty stunned by the experience, but who wouldn´t have?
The Violinist turned her head to the beach again. The Commando Boat was already moving rapidly to the larger Boat, on the Beach, in the incoming breakers lay a third Person, probably the shooter.
“Can you hit them Anna?” Kate shouted “Unlikely” the Russian shook her head: to hit a fast moving target under these conditions was extremely difficult. Anna did fire five quick Shots anyway.
One shot barely missed a target, two hit the superstructure of the Yacht – then they were gone.