|Subject: Chapter 306 - Part 1 (16 and above)
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Date Posted: Wednesday, October 17, 07:32:07am
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's message, "Dreams in the Dark - continues with chapter 289 >" on Monday, June 18, 06:55:17am
Extra warning: I'm rating this part 16 and above for very coarse language and thoughts. Sorry, but you've been warned.
Dreams in the Dark (306/?)
by Katherine Gilbert
It was another of those damn nights off, when everyone was supposed to go out--for the look of things, if nothing else. Wasn't that a crock? Just because they weren't on duty, they were supposed to be out "socializing" with each other. As if he wanted to spend any more time with these guys than he had to.
These were only a summary of Willie Kane's feelings, a little of the disgust he felt. As was so often the case, it wasn't a good night for him, stranded somewhere on the edge of the pub crowd which was currently pressing around his "buddies"--or, more specifically, around Samuelle. Most of them were women, cooing, making doe eyes--making a damn nuisance of themselves, really. But that was the way of women. Or, at least, it had always seemed so to him.
It wasn't that Willie had a huge amount of personal experience with the opposite sex, but what little he had told him to be cautious. First, it was the doe eyes and the simpering. Next, it was a few weeks or months of dick teasing like no man should ever have to endure. Then, once you finally got what you wanted--what they had been promising from the beginning--the demands started. And then you found yourself in a crock of shit unlike any you'd ever known before.
This was his experience, anyway--was part of the reason why he was stuck in this place to begin with. If he'd never given into Carlita's wishes, had had the sense not to listen, when she was whispering them in hot breaths in his ear--while simultaneously doing some pretty amazing things with her fingers--then he'd never have landed himself in that whole pile of shit to begin with. And, if he'd been that smart, he would never have been forced to be here at all.
He let out a small snort, enough of one to make one of the would-be lovelies turn her head to stare at him disgustedly, before turning her attention inevitably back to his supposed comrade. Still, given all he had learned since those days, it was hard not to laugh at all of them. "Carlita"--yeah, right. "Barbara," as it had turned out. Even that exotic come-on of a name had been an utter pile of crap.
There was a sort of sigh, as his mind turned back to those early days, though--some of the memories hard to regret. Her body had been the one real thing about her--and relatively-free access to it had been enough to make him do the truly stupid things he had.
He was just about to start reminiscing, even in this crowded place, when one of the flocking girls bumped into him again--bringing him back. Of course, she didn't even notice him, probably didn't know he was alive; none of them had taken much notice since that first night they had all been dragged here, when the local girls had broken into what he guessed was supposed to be tittering laughter--but actually had sounded more like cackling--at his first name. It had taken him awhile to get the joke, which had made that little prick, Sikes, even more suspicious--as Willie had been doing his best to fake an English accent for awhile. But he supposed some nosy parker like him was always bound to be getting up somebody's nose.
He found that he was staring at the pilot, who was returning his attention entirely; he had to clear his throat nervously before looking away, disliking the man more by the second. As hard as he tried to be just one of the guys, it was Sikes' attention which always brought on suspicion.
This fact annoyed the navigator, but he tried not to let it show. After all, it was probably only Samuelle the pilot had shared his concerns with, if even him. The one piece of luck Willie had had recently was in discovering that Sikes liked to play things pretty close to his vest. It was probably only this which was going to keep him alive.
He tried not to think about this fact now, was doing his damnedest not to remember the man he had to meet here tonight. That guy was deadly, all of that supposed, proper British charm aside. And having to meet with him under Sikes' suspicious looks was going to be a real pain in the ass.
He was repressing the knowledge of this coming trial as fast as it came to him--or was trying to, at least. He still wasn't sure how his contact even knew about him; he'd done his best to cover his tracks, had changed his name and everything. With the guys who were looking for him, he'd better. If they caught up with him, it was going to be a lot worse than blackmail that he'd have to go through.
He did his best to forget, then, not wanting to think about what this new guy was asking from him. He'd even thought, once or twice, that if he were being blackmailed for his sexual services--all the British a bunch of fags, anyway--it wouldn't have been half so bad as what this guy really wanted; the shudder he gave went unnoticed in the crowded room. Because what he did want was about as dangerous as it got.
He didn't want to think about this, didn't want to know exactly what his blackmailer would tell him tonight. He knew enough already, had told him whatever facts he could. Still, he'd gotten lucky, so far. They had been going out on missions for a couple of weeks now without any real demands. Maybe this guy was much dumber than he looked.
Kane didn't hold out too much hope for this, but he wasn't going to admit it now--trying to comfort himself. Whatever the man wanted, it probably wouldn't be too bad. Besides, the guys he served with weren't exactly prizes. And it wasn't like any of it was his idea, anyway.
These excuses helped him along, helped him to forget the treason--both military and personal--which he was agreeing to commit. But betrayal always had its reasons. "I had no choice" was as likely a one as any of the others.
Willie's mind wasn't quite this analytical; if it were, he wouldn't have been in the situation he was. Instead, he was staring at Samuelle, the millionaire playboy. And he was hoarding up every reason why he should feel no guilt at all for anything he might be asked to do.
The scene before him gave him ample reasons for this, playing right into his background and neuroses. The actor was currently being swamped by the usual horde of simpering females, all of them begging for even a second of his attention; he let out a snort which brought a caustic look from one of these women, but he had given up caring. It was only too obvious that any one of them would have happily spread her legs for the old guy--as well as any other body parts he might show an interest in. It nearly seemed to be a contest. Why Samuelle wasn't taking them *all* up on their offers made him shake his head. Sometimes, this guy was just too damn straight to be real.
He had thought this more than once since meeting the actor, couldn't even begin to fathom why he was here. Samuelle had money, looks--if every woman's reaction was anything to go by--and a hot little piece of ass waiting for him at home. Most guys would give their right nut for just a few seconds with Kitty Ward; hell, Elkins would probably give them both, if he had them to begin with. Yeah, she was currently pregnant--which would definitely dim her charms--but that didn't stop most of the men he knew. If women could get pregnant *during* a pregnancy, most of them would have popped out at least a good twenty kids at a time; even that low a number was only because of his buddies' couple of women on the side. But Samuelle *had* to have those as well--probably had a whole herd of women waiting for him everywhere he went. What in the hell was he doing here?
There was no sane answer to this question, none that Kane could come up with, anyway. If he'd been in the actor's position--a do-nothing job, boatloads of cash and women, and nothing to worry about except which profile looked best for the cameras--he'd have spent every waking second in bed with every woman in sight. The guy even had a bombshell of a wife ready to pop out as many heirs as he wanted; Willie's head shook. Why anyone with that much to look forward to had joined this stupid war was a mystery he didn't even *want* to understand.
His lack of interest in doing so only added to the rationalizations for his treason--and his evaluations of his other companions did little to provoke his conscience. Elkins was obviously a dead loss; even the briefest glance at the guy, or having to listen to his constant whining about the wonders of Michael's wife, told you that. Ackerman was such a meat-headed bully boy that there was no reason to mourn *anything* that happened to him. Already, he was chatting up one of the girls Samuelle was ignoring, would probably be the only one of them to get lucky tonight--a fact which didn't make Kane feel any more friendly toward him. That only left Sikes from their immediate team; their eyes met once more, before Willie looked quickly away. But that guy was *way* too inquisitive to want to keep around.
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