Ronald smiled as he passed through the ticket booth
and entered the University Fieldhouse.
lookin’ pretty good now, he told himself. It was a real shithole
when I was a student!
That had been years before—when Ronald was a very different man. Hell,
I believed in all that shit—truth, justice… He
shook his head. The promise of America,
for God’s sake!
I was a
young fool. He told himself as he passed the concessions and
headed for courtside. It took me way too
long to figure that out. Years—decades in which he had served others for a
pitiful salary. But I finally got wise.
He looked around; found the row he was looking for. And now it’s time to help my friends get even.
He saw his target run out onto the floor with the rest of the cheerleaders, her
short skirt flapping as she ran.
Ronald dropped into the seat he had so carefully picked out. Just like her mom! He put his bag on the
floor between his legs, squeezing the sides to make sure his kit was intact.
His fingers touched the roll of duct tape, squeezed it
as he looked the girl over more carefully. Pretty
face, too … Ronald’s mind went back to other hours he had spent in this
place—hours in which all the really pretty girls ignored
him—or worse, laughed at him. It’s because I was
never one of the jock. He glanced at the basketball players huddling around
their coach. I was just another nerd…
that had become his mantra as soon as he walked onto the University Campus. I’m different now, he let a smile cross his
face, in ways those shmucks could never
imagine. He turned away from the players and took the time to really study
the target. Shorter than I would have
thought she’d be. He ran an appraising eye over
her. Good figure, he noted her
jutting bust line. Wonder if she pads her
bra? He smiled and noted her hair--nearly black in the harsh lighting that illuminated
up the hardwood floor of the court. Briefing
said that her sister’s got a completely different look—tall and blonde. He watched
with some interest as she sank to her knees behind her team’s goal. Not too bad. A grin spread across his
face. Pretty graceful for someone with no
training. He touched the bag again, thinking of starting that training—then
pulled himself upright. Don’t attract attention, he glanced to his
right—the bleacher seats there were filled with college kids and their
parents—not one paying the slightest bit of notice to the average-looking man
seated alongside them. Don’t give them anything to remember. He
turned to the left; saw a young girl staring at him. Nothing at all. He smiled at her, looked straight into her eyes and waited for her to turn away. Forget about them. He forced his gaze onto the court. Watch the game—can’t
do anything at all until half-time anyway!
Typically, the game started slowly, with both teams
playing tentatively, feeling one another out. It wasn’t
long before there was a stoppage in play. That was when the cheerleaders ran from
beneath the net to the sidelines and began one of their dance routines.
As planned, Ronald’s target ended up performing
directly in front of him.
nice. He watched her sway to the blaring music, hips
swinging invitingly from side to side as her breasts heaved and jiggled beneath
the thin cloth of her uniform top. Very nice indeed. He
smiled at the dark girl as she gyrated in front of him. I think this might turn out to be fun!
A few dozen blocks uptown, Jake Brown slumped in his
car seat, sipping a cup of coffee and listening to the
radio. To any passerby, he was a tired motorist having a drink before heading
home—but Jake wasn’t tired—and he wasn’t getting ready
to head home—at least, not quite yet…
should be home any time now. He glanced at his watch. Sheet says she’s
never more than ten minutes late getting back from her shift. His gaze
returned to the second-floor window of the brownstone across the street. My brother should be in position by now.
He took some more coffee. He’ll give the bitch a real surprise when she
gets home. A smile crossed his lips. That’ll be right
around the same time as little sister’s game breaks for the half. He rolled
his shoulders, making sure they weren’t stiff. And if Ronald does his part, we’ll all be on the way back to the barn by nine thirty…
He allowed himself a brief smile. Only this time, we’ll have some company…
Todd Brown—Brownie to his friends—was sitting in a
comfortable chair in the target’s living room, absently stroking the silky fur
of the target’s pet cat. Brownie had a way with cats--they took to him on first
sight. He liked that trust—and loved the way their fur felt. A nice purr
helped—it made him feel secure, loved. He would make sure he shut this one in
the bedroom when Jake signaled the arrival of the target. Wouldn’t
do to have the poor cat get stepped on—or run into the hall where anything
He smiled as the cat purred and rolled over to present
its belly for a rub. Target should be
along any time now. He ran his close-clipped nails over the cat’s belly,
rubbing it in all the right places. Any
Sarah Jane always tried to pick out a man in the
audience and aim her considerable sexual attractiveness directly at him. She
knew that some would consider it cock-teasing—but she found it gave her an
extra thrill to see some stodgy businessman or pimple-faced underclassman try
to hide an erection caused by her movements.
Tonight she had zeroed in on a slender and
non-descript fellow in the first row. He was clearly not a college student—a
little too old for that—but she had noticed him watching her when the game started—now
she was going to give him something worth looking at!
she grinned as she positioned herself for the start of the cheer routine. Let’s see how you handle this!
The music started—and Sarah Jane fell into the dance
routine. Most of it was quite primal—hip-swinging, some bumps and grinds, and a
lot of booty shaking.
She was very good at the
She kept her eyes fixed on her target. She had
expected him to look away nervously when she began—instead, he had leaned
forward, watching her every move as if he were planning to critique her
performance—not embarrassed in the slightest by her suggestive moves and
youthful beauty. More to him than I
thought, she told herself. Well,
Sarah Jane smiled widely and redoubled her efforts,
Two minutes later the horn sounded and Sarah Jane, a
light coat of perspiration covering her bare midriff, tossed her ass one more
time and pranced away behind the other cheerleaders. She kept her eyes on the
lean man—and noticed that he touched the canvas bag that was under his seat as
she moved away.
Kristen was tired as she came up the stairs from the
subway. Long day! She thought. Metro is so much busier than traffic! Her
new assignment to Metro had come very fast, probably
owing to a little gentle persuasion from Mom. I should talk to her about that. Kristen turned the corner and
headed down the street toward the brownstone that held her apartment. Don’t want to get a rep for leaning on her too
Still, she liked the hustle and bustle of Metro—and
the possibility of quickly moving up the ladder. If I’m careful and work hard, I can take the
detective’s test in a year or two… She thought about getting the gold
badge. Then we’ll
see just how far a girl… She snorted to herself. A woman can go in this department!
A rustle of movement to her left caught her attention
and she half-turned in time to see a smallish man open the trunk of his car. Does he have a flat? The wheels on the
traffic side seemed fine. Should I ask if
he needs help? She thought about it for a split-second, then shook her
head. No. She turned right--onto the
stoop of her building. I’m too tired for that right now! She
glanced back at the man. Besides, he’s not good-looking enough to go to the trouble!
As usual, the stairs creaked as she made her way to
her third-floor apartment. Wish they’d get the damn elevator going! She knew that going
up and down the stairs helped keep her in shape—but it was a bitch
carrying her groceries up three flights! Don’t even think about
it now. She sighed. Just get inside
and into the bathtub. She flexed her left shoulder. She’d
spent half her shift pulling records from a formerly-inactive case that had
suddenly become hot. A box full of old papers had slipped off a shelf and she’d wrenched her shoulder trying to catch it. Should have let it fall. She told
herself as she rubbed the sore spot. Still,
a little hot water’ll
make it feel better. She grinned. As long as it comes
with a shot of brandy!
She put her key into the lock and stepped into the
dark room. “Sally?” The cat was usually waiting for her when she walked in. “Where
are you, girl?”
There was a soft meow from the direction of the
bathroom. Damn! Kristen put her bag down on the table
alongside the door and stepped in that direction. Did I accidentally lock her in? She took one long step. I hope she hasn’t
made a mess…
An arm grabbed her from behind, one arm going around
her waist, pinning her right arm in the process--the other covering her nose
At almost the same time moment, the horn signaling
halftime sounded in the new Fieldhouse. The players ran off the court, followed
closely by coaches, managers, and the school cheerleaders.
The crowd filed out to the toilets and concession
stands that surrounded the arena floor—and Ronald went with them. Once inside
the rotunda area, he turned and headed to his right. His briefing package said
that the cheerleaders had a room just beyond the team’s locker room. Ronald
found the proper doorway and walked just past it. A pair of restrooms were just
beyond, then a short curving corridor that led to the loading docks at the back
of the building.
Ronald stepped into the curved area and flattened
himself against one wall. He was sure he couldn’t be
seen from any of the doorways, although he was in plain sight of one of the
security cameras. That shouldn’t
matter if Mick did his job… If he stood just so, he could just see the
entrance to the lady’s restroom. If the
scout report is accurate …
It was. A noise from the doorway leading to the team
areas alerted him and soon Ronald heard a number of
footsteps coming in his direction. He risked a glance to his side—and grinned
at what he saw. Right on time! Sarah
Jane and two other cheerleaders were stepping into the lady’s room, chattering
happily as they went. Book said she
always sneaks out for a smoke during halftime. Ronald’s grin widened. Helps her keep that girlish figure! He
stayed where he was, waiting for the other girls to exit--the book also said
that she was always the last to return to the locker room—anxious to take one
last puff before joining her friends.
Let’s see if it’s right about that as well. Ronald
hoped it was. If not, he was going to have to resort to Plan B—and while he didn’t mind the thought of grabbing a few extra cheerleaders,
he did mind trying to get them past security without any help. I’d have to use the extra injectors. He
touched the slim case in his pocket. Take
out all three of the girls and make a break for it with the subject.
He hoped it wouldn’t come to
He waited a few long minutes—then heard the restroom
door open. Again, he snuck a peak—and saw two of the cheerleaders go down the
corridor toward the dressing/locker rooms.
The target was still inside—alone.
Ronald smiled and stepped out of the shadows. It was
time to go to work…