Since a couple of hours had past, Tammy tried to sneak out of the compound, finding the tires of her car had been flatten. Whether they were slashed or just the air let out, she did not look closer to find the extent of the damage, just that all four tires were flat. She then returns to go pick up Bink, but find her room empty. In asking around, she finds out that Bink was called in for a total diagnostic work over that would take several hours to complete. Frustrated, Tammy goes back to her room.
With little to do, Tammy starts dismantling her gun to clean it. She had already underwent through this process earlier before, but with nothing to do, she had to do something to keep her occupied. A little less than 30 minutes later, she found no satisfaction in completing her self appointed task. Marco arrives with Angelica to her room as she was putting away her weapon into the safety locker.
Marco: May we come in?
Tammy: Why not. Much of my day is messed up anyways.
Marco walks in with Angelica behind him. He takes a seat at the table in the middle of the room.
Marco: Bad day?
Tammy: Worst day thus far.
Marco: Want to talk about it?
Tammy (as she takes her seat): What is there to talk about? My fiancee is missing. My car has 4 flat tires. Bink is in medical having a full service diagnostics. I cant seem to leave this place. What else can go wrong?
Marco: You have been selected for a buy and bust mission for tonight.
Tammy: Without Bink?
Marco: You got it. Dress up as your worse- look like a working girl. Approach drug dealers and buy dope from them. After you walk away, we jump and arrest them.
Tammy: That's it?
Marco: That's it. But mission is not without its dangers. You may need to defend yourself if the buy goes bad.
Tammy: Can I refuse?
Marco: No. Look Tammy. All of us have been through this. It's a walk in the park and we will be there if something goes wrong.
Tammy: I remember the last walk in the park I had...
Marco: You fought back, probably for the first time in your life. But that does not mean that that you can stop and rest. Life is nothing but a series of fights in order to survive. Some require almost no effort, others require more than you can give, but you have to give it your all in order to win. Now, Tammy, Priscilla and Ferro will be here to help you prepare for this mission, and to brief you on what has to be done.
There was a knock on the door, though it was already open. They both turn to see who it was. It was Alessandro with his cyborg Petrushka.
Marco: Come on in, 'Sandro. I was just explaining to Tammy about her up and coming mission.
They both walk into the room. Sandro takes the remaining chair for himself, making Petrushka stand for the interim.
Alessandro: So, you have any questions as to what to do?
Tammy: Not really.
Alessandro: What do you mean- not really?
Tammy: I will be doing this on my own, right?
Alessandro: Yes and no. Really, we will be near by in case something goes wrong.
Tammy: I know Support will be near by.
Marco: You will also have 3 fratello teams close by.
Tammy: Who?
Marco: Myself with Angelica, Alessandro with Petrushka, and Bernardo with Beatrice.
Tammy: Where will you all be?
Marco: Logistics is working out the details.
Alessandro: We'll be within your view on the ground. Others will be on roofs up above.
Marco: Details have not been finalized yet.
Alessandro: That's how it was on my mission.
Marco: Well, this is Tammy's mission.
Tammy just sighs. Then she makes her feelings known.
Tammy: What if I'm not up to it?
Marco: What do you mean?
Tammy: Exactly that.
Marco: Look Tammy. Like it or not, you are a soldier in this little war, and whether you are up to it or not you have to fight, or you will be left behind to die. I don't want you to die, but I can not help you in this. You have to do this on your own. I and the others will be on the side lines observing you, and when your part is done help with your escape. But until you do your part, I- we, cant do nothing.
Tammy pauses to think about it.
Tammy: Any word on Fernando?
Marco: No.
Alessandro: No? Wasn't he...
Marco turns to face Alessandro.
Marco: No he wasn't. That was somebody else from Section 1.
Alessandro: I... see... My mistake.
Tammy puts her arms on the table and then her head on her arms. She lets out a sigh. Marco gets up and signals to Angelica to stand next to him.
Marco: Tammy, I will see you before mission start.
Tammy: See you...
Marco leaves the room with his cyborg. Alessandro looks at the door, listening to their footsteps as they walked away. After a while, he signals to Petrushka to quietly go to the door and close it as softly as possible. He starts talking to Tammy as Petrushka takes a seat between them.
Alessandro: Tammy, I need you to keep quiet about this.
Tammy: Keep quiet about, what?
Alessandro: Look- Fernando was here earlier today. Both Petrushka and I saw him in the administrative offices.
Tammy (as she sat back up): He Was...!*
Alessandro reaches over and covers her mouth.
Alessandro: Shhh....
Tammy nods. He then lets uncovers her mouth.
Alessandro: As much as we both picked up, yes, he was attacked and he somehow managed to come here despite what had happened.
Tammy: But?
Alessandro: It is who that attacked him, and why that bothers me.
Tammy: You know?
Alessandro: This is between the three of us, OK?
Tammy nods again.
Alessandro: You know I came from Section 1, right?
Tammy: Yeah....
Alessandro: I got this information from what few friends I still have there.
Tammy: Yeah... yeah...
Alessandro: Section 1 Public Safety attacked Fernando.
Tammy: Why?!!
Alessandro: I'm working on getting those details. But, listen up. He managed to escape from them, and he somehow made his way back here. As far as I know- he was taken back to his hideout, so I believe the he is fine.
Tammy releases a sigh.
Alessandro: As far as I know, he is still working on his mission. Section 2 know what that mission is.
Tammy: What, because I don't.
Alessandro: You don't?
Tammy: I don't.
Alessandro: He's trying to get you back home in America. Thing is, Section 2 is not letting you go.
Tammy: You know why?
Alessandro: They are not going to give up one of their cyborgs or the technology it has.
Tammy: But she's my sister.
Alessandro: She is?
Tammy: Yes.
Alessandro: I though that was just a rumor and nothing more.
Tammy: I don't know how she got here, but after I lost contact with mom and her husband...
Alessandro: Her... husband... not your father?
Tammy: No. She remarried after a long courtship with Joseph Polancco, took Bink with her while I was in schoo...*.
Alessandro: Joseph Polancco- the Billionaire Industrialist who's family was killed?
Tammy nods.
Alessandro: That would make you and her his heirs...
Tammy: I got nothing. And even though I was supposed to get something, I don't want it.
Alessandro: But Bink would...
Tammy: I don't care for the money. Don't you understand that?
Alessandro: You would give up billions of Euros for your sister?
Tammy: Yes...!
Alessandro: Now that is a twist of fate no one anticipated.
Tammy: What do you mean?
Alessandro: Don't you no?
Tammy shakes her head.
Alessandro: Everyone here thinks that you are just here to take Bink and take away the Polancco Estate and all its billions back with you to America. Some even joke about it- Tammy- the Billionaire Cyborg Handler...
Tammy: I don't think that's funny.
Alessandro (after a pause in thinking): If you don't want the money or the estate, and just only Bink, Well, maybe....
Tammy: What?
Alessandro: Look, we never spoke of this. But I'll be going to talk with the others, and maybe you can get home. Not necessarily now, but within the immediate foreseeable future.
Tammy: OK... But...
Alessandro: But what?
Tammy: Tell me the truth- how many here are married and have a family?
Alessandro: This job is tough on family and relationships. I don't know of those who are- but they are there- at least 4 Type 2 Cyborg handlers are married and with families. But the others are single.
Tammy: How is life on them?
Alessandro: Like it is for the rest of us- hard. Why?
Tammy: We might be getting soon.
Alessandro: We... You and Fernando?
Tammy just nods her head. Then shows off her engagement ring. Alessandro takes her hand and inspects the ring more closely.
Alessandro: I see.
Then he lets out a sigh.
Tammy: What?
Alessandro: I wish the both of you the best.
Tammy: Why you say it like that?
Alessandro: This is not an easy life, Tammy. Maybe you two can work something out, But as it is,... when are you getting married?
Tammy: Fernando promised me that when this mission is over, and we still care for each other as such- showing that its not mission pressures and stresses working us up into a false feelings, then he would marry me.
Alessandro: You love him?
Tammy: Dearly.
Alessandro: He returns those feelings?
Tammy: He has his way in showing it.
Alessandro: But he has not said anything?
Tammy: He has. That's why he's willing to wait for this mission to get to completion.
Alessandro: Most people wait at least a year.
Tammy: We don't have a year.
Alessandro: Not in this job we don't.
Tammy: I know.
Alessandro: Every mission we go through could be our last.
Tammy: Don't rub it in.
Alessandro: I was just stating...
Tammy: I don't like to be reminded.
Alessandro: But it's the truth...
Tammy: And I'm going out to one later tonight on my own?!! I don't want to be reminded.
Petrushka: We will be there to protect you...
Alessandro turn to face his cyborg.
Petrushka: What? I was only telling her to make her feel better.
Alessandro: You are not to speak unless spoken too.
Petrushka. But...
Alessandro: Petra...
Tammy: Its OK... I know you'll be there.
Alessandro starts to get up.
Alessandro: Look- we never had this conversation.
Tammy just nods.
Alessandro: Come on, Petra. Lets go prepare for the mission.
Alessandro walks over to the door and opens it. Petrushka follows him, and together they walk down the hall.
Tammy gets up and straightens out her room a bit, before going back to her bed and lays down on it, staring up at the ceiling again. The door remains open.
- - - - -
In a small house, in a small town North of Rose, a blonde female mouse inserts a key to a door which open it. She walks around inside and looks about the things about the place. Fine foods and wine in the refrigerator, assorted books of study and literature in the library, high quality furniture and top of the line entertainment system which was hardly ever used. One of the larger side rooms, set to be a bed room with a king sized bed and a night stand to other side of it. A small work desk is at the corner, with a laptop closed up at the corner. In another room, set up as a workshop. The tools are of the finest quality, used for refine or miniature work in crafting and electronics on a work bench and desk set up. Various items are placed, opened and exposed, with miniature parts next to them, as if they were being worked on. Towards the rear- a ball of pinkish putty in a ripped paper package with a modeler's sculpting knife inside it. The paper has the letters printed on large text: C4 . She looks around and opens a few drawers and cabinets, finding weapons from small handguns to large hunting and military rifles with ammunitions for them all.
She knows this place as her own, one that she had shared with another, and with who she had worked with in the art of distributing death though she has managed to stop some of her devices through the actions of others because she thought better. She continues to look around, as if she were a stranger to this environment but yet knowing everything it its place. In a time of a short while, she starts to reacquaint herself with the place and get comfortable, finally sitting down on a sofa in front of the TV. She then picks up the remote to the TV and turns it on. The local news channel appears, displaying the local action of the city and its surrounding community. But she was also tired, as her healing body takes away most of her energy, falls asleep on the couch. And as she sleeps, she dreams.
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Fernando: Why are you here?
Anne: Just paying my respects for the kids who died at the hospital recently.
Fernando: Is that so?
Fernando walks over to a grave marker several stones and an aisle away from Tammy. He looks down at it.
Fernando: You know, this poor sap had nobody show up at his funeral.
Anne: You knew him?
Fernando: I would say that the three of us did.
Anne: I knew him?
Anne walks over to the grave marker and looks down at it. It says:
Quote:
Fernando G.
{Date of death- date of the 737BBJ's destruction}
Died in the line of duty for his country.
-carved image of a flying airliner on the side by his name-
Anne can only stand there staring at the stone, covering her mouth as she stares.
Fernando: That was one of your bombs, wasn't it?
Anne remains silent, not wanting to answer, not sure how to answer. Tammy stops crying and looks at them both from her kneeling position.
Fernando: When life loses its meaning, and is taken for naught, then the pact is Revenge.
Fernando takes his AA .45 out of his holster and he puts it at Anne's chest between her breasts.
Fernando: Was that your bomb?
Anne tries to remain as silent as possible, though tears begin to pour down her face.
Fernando: I have defused 2 of your constructs, so I know what you are capable of and can identify it when I see it.
Anne looks up at him.
Fernando: Was it one of your bombs? All I want is a 'Yes' or a 'No'
Anne: And if I say 'Yes'?
Fernando: I don't want you to lie to me. That would break a silent but sacred trust between us.
Anne: You are too trusting.
Fernando: And you have cost me my life.
Anne: You seem to be doing fine for a dead man.
Fernando: I'm not into games, Ms Rossellini Now about that answer.
Anne: I have Franco waiting for me at the gate.
Fernando: So? One answer will have you seeing him again, the other will have your blood enriching the soil of my grave while your dead body rests on it. Now, which one is it?
Anne: Yes it was mine.
Fernando: You knew that there was a possibility of me and other rangers on that plane.
Anne: I only knew...
Fernando: I flew that plane here, I was the pilot of that plane back. I was to fly it back with my co-pilot who is a ranger. I was to bring back the rangers, the UN investigators and the SWA prisoners back to New York.
Anne: Then explain why you are still here.
Fernando: I found the bomb and had no tools to defuse it. I also found another 2 bombs cloned from the one you made; each one attached to the landing struts. There could have been more, I am not sure. But I do know this... I was not going to endanger my team and my mission when I find a danger in our way. Nor was I going to endanger anyone else, so that UN Team was not on that plane. It was only made to look that way because you and I play a most dangerous game.
Anne: Then who flew the plane?
Fernando: It was done by remote control. You actually think I was going to allow innocent people to be killed like that?
Anne: So all of this was a rouge?
From several rows down, a voice can be heard calling for Anne. It was Franco, walking towards them.
Franco: Woman, what's taking you so long?!!
Fernando turns to face him, seeing that Franco has started to reach for his gun that was stuffed into his belt. Fernando reacts quickly, putting a .45 round into his forehead. Then he puts the gun back at Anne's chest. Anne wants to react against him but it met with a 9mm SIG to her temple. It belonged to Tammy.
Fernando: I would not move if I were you...
Anne (as tears ran down her face): You might as well kill me here and now.
Fernando: And what, do you the favor?
Anne drops the flowers on the floor.
Anne: You do not know what you have done.
Fernando: Somebody coming at me reaching for his gun will be met with the same force he intends to use. Unfortunately for him, I am a lot faster than most. So I know what I have done.
Anne: You do not know what you have done to me.
Fernando: I killed your bomb making partner. Any coupled pair in such a task are usually lovers, so yes, I know what I did to him, and to you. All I can say is- One down... one to go. Tammy- leave us.
Tammy: No.
Fernando: Tammy...
Tammy: Just like he was her partner in all this, I am yours. And if she is to succeed in killing you, I will kill her.
Fernando: She wont succeed in that task.
Tammy: I will make*---....
Anne turns to Tammy to try to take her gun, pushing Fernando's arm away. Fernando quickly recovers his aim and releases two shots into Anne's back. She falls as she struggles with Tammy in taking her gun. Anne lets go of the gun before she hits the floor. She lays there dying, just barely holding onto life.
Fernando reaches down and picks up the spent casings and pockets them. He then turn Anne on to her back and lays her on the floor. Blood spews out of her mouth as she tries to talk. Fernando covers her eyes and gently closes them.
Fernando: Save it for the creator... I already passed judgment on you, and this is the price you pay for breaking our trust.
Anne takes one last gasp of air before coughing up a ball of blood. For a second as she does, she goes taught and then limp...
-- -- -- -- --
Anne wakes up, grabbing at the sides of the seat she was in, burying her fingernails into the cushions. She is sweaty and breathing heavy, almost gasping for air.
Anne: Fernando? He shot me? No, it cant be... But what is about...
Anne lays back against the cushions, looking up at the ceiling, piecing together the fragments of her mind.
- - - - -
Ferro and Priscilla arrive at Tammy's room with a couple of large cases. They knock on the Tammy's door before walking in. Tammy gets up out of the bed and tells them to enter. That all gather around her round table in the middle of the room, the cases placed on top of it.
Ferro slides an open folder to Tammy, displaying a map and several pages of notes. Tammy not touch the folder, just looks at it before turning to Ferro.
Tammy: What do I have to do?
Ferro (pointing to some pictures): Dress up like a strung up whore wanting a fix and buy some drugs from these men.
Tammy: How many I have to buy from?
Ferro: All of them.
Tammy counts the number of faces on the stapled sheets.
Tammy: 24? What if they don't sell me anything?
Ferro: That's your problem.
Tammy bites on her lower lip trying to think things out.
Ferro: If, they sell to you, that means that they are on to you, and this mission becomes a moot point.
Tammy: Why cant you just arrest them all on possession?
Ferro: Possession only carries a $500 fine and perhaps a week in jail. Possession with intent to sell, carries a minimum of 5 years. Trafficking carries a 10 to 20 year sentence. We have to get them on all three charges, and to do that, you have to buy from them.
Priscilla: The Pizza Van will be a couple of blocks away recording your every move, and Marco will have the fratello teams within a block from where you make the buys.
Tammy: Again, what if they don't sell to me...
Priscilla: What are you, 34 B?
Tammy: Huh?
Ferro: Your Bra size.
Tammy: 30 C, uhm, why?
Priscilla: You're a 30?
Tammy: Yes I am, I just wear loose fitting clothes to look bigger.
Priscilla: This is not going to be easy.
Priscilla opens one of the cases and starts pulling a items, tossing a push up bra to Tammy.
Priscilla: Try that on.
Tammy: Huh, Why?
Ferro: You need to look like a whore. That's the only way these guys are going to sell to you.
Priscilla: Take off that shirt and anything you have on under it.
Reluctantly, Tammy does as she is told. Being given the push-up bra, she puts it on. Both Ferro and Priscilla walk about her.
Ferro: What you think?
Priscilla: It needs to be adjusted.
Priscilla goes behind Tammy and starts adjusting the straps on the bra, pushing Tammy's breasts higher until Tammy steps away from her.
Tammy: Hey! Not so much!
Priscilla walks right up to her and looks at her chest.
Priscilla: Hmmm.... Just one more adjustment.
Tammy: What for?
Priscilla (pointing to her breasts): To even you out...
Tammy: This thing is kinda tight, you know.
Ferro: How tight?
Tammy: Tight enough to bust it open if I breathe too deeply.
Ferro: What size is that?
Priscilla: It's a 28 D.
Ferro: That's way to small for her, Priscilla.
Priscilla: That's all we got unless we take a 32 and add an adjustment to a smaller size.
Ferro (to herself): I swear... (back to Priscilla) Get me the 32 and I'll make the adjustments once we size her up for it. Tammy, take that off.
Tammy does as she is told, as Priscilla gives Ferro a sized 32 bra. Ferro goes up behind Tammy, and on the bra on her. Ferro holds the cups up against Tammy's breasts, supporting them from underneath, giving them shape and form. Tammy feels uncomfortable about Ferro holding her breasts like that but does not protest.
Ferro: Tammy, hold yourself exactly where I have you.
Tammy puts her hands on Ferro's, Ferro takes her hands out from where they were, moving along the band to Tammy's back. There, Ferro takes to two ends and overlap them. The hooks miss each other by 1/2 an inch.
Ferro: Priscilla, give me an eyeliner pencil.
Priscilla does as she is told. Ferro takes the pencil and draws a mark where the new hook is to be placed. Ferro then makes further adjustments to the straps, but not needing to make marks on them.
Ferro: Alright Tammy, take it off and hand it over.
Tammy does as she is told. Ferro takes to the sewing kit and sews on a clip to the band where she had marked it off. Priscilla grabs Tammy's tail and feels the fur along its length. She shakes her head in disbelief.
Tammy: What?
Priscilla: You're too clean, Tammy.
Tammy: Huh?
Priscilla: Your tail, its too fluffed out. What you do every night, give it 100 strokes with a brush?
Tammy: 1000...
Priscilla: Oh my...
Tammy: What?
Priscilla: You need to look like a street walker, you know- a whore, prostitute, a working girl? You cant do that with such a pristine tail.
Ferro: Just use the hair spray on her tail...
Priscilla: Its going to require a lot of work.
Ferro: Then start spraying.
Priscilla takes out the hairspray and a brush from the case. Tammy takes them away from her.
Tammy: Oh no... no one brushes my tail... not even my momma since after I started doing it myself.
Ferro: Then take off the pants and listen to what Priscilla wants you to do. Jesus, I swear. I hope you're not like this when we start with the make up.
Priscilla takes the can of hair spray from Tammy.
Priscilla: Look- I'm going to spray your tail, you brush it against the grain.
Tammy: That's gonna hurt though.
Priscilla: We need to clump up your tail's fur so that you look like you been around for a while. You think whores actually bathe?
Tammy: Ewwww...
Priscilla: Alright then.
Priscilla starts spraying hairspray on Tammy's tail.
Tammy: This stuff better wash off!
Ferro: Hairspray on your tail will be the least of your worries if this mission goes wrong.
Priscilla and Tammy work on Tammy's tail for a while. Ferro hands over the bra to Tammy. Tammy places the bra on the table. Ferro sees that Tammy has yet taken off her pants, and thus goes up to her and unbuttons them. This time Tammy protests.
Tammy: HEY! Wait A Minute!
Ferro: I told you to take the pants off.
Tammy: What for?!!
Ferro: You have to look the part of a whore. Now, lets see what you got...
Tammy: What for?!!
Ferro: Look, these guys may want to look at your goods. So you better look like you have something to offer them.
Tammy pulls her tail off Priscilla's grasp before stepping away from them and takes off her pants. She is wearing a pair of white cotton bikini panties. Ferro looks at her in almost disbelief, while Priscilla holds back from laughing.
Tammy: What?
Ferro: Oh that wont do...
Tammy: Won't do?
Priscilla: Only school girls wear white bikini panties.
Tammy: So?
Priscilla: Maybe we can dress her up as a school girl?
Ferro: She's too old to be a school girl.
Tammy: I'm 21 years old!
Ferro: And still a virgin, right?
Tammy: Well, yes.
Priscilla: Man, that's going to hurt you...
Tammy: What?
Ferro: Never mind, if you cant figure it out. Priscilla, pull out the red or black nylon thong. Tammy, stand there like you naturally do.
Ferro gets up and walks over to Tammy as Priscilla goes through the case.
Priscilla: Tammy, what size are you?
Tammy: a 5...
Priscilla: You cant be that small!
Tammy: Yes I am...
Ferro walks behind and around Tammy, eyeing every bit of the body in front of her. Then she takes the back of Tammy's panties, glancing over the size tag on it and snaps it back.
Tammy: Yeow!
Ferro: She's a size 5 alright.
Ferro takes each of Tammy's arms and looks them over, then the side of her neck and her back. She goes to the front and pulls down the panties to her hips.
Tammy: Do you mind?!!
Ferro: No tattoos, no scars... Were you raised in a plastic bubble or something, Tammy?
Tammy: No... Mom was over protective, and taught me to take care of this body as best as I could, and I did.
Ferro leans over to her face and sniffs.
Ferro: And you don't smoke or drink.
Tammy: No.
Ferro: No drugs either.
Tammy: Only prescription, and even then...
Ferro: You're too clean... OK... Lets see. Priscilla, go get the theatrical make up kit. We need to do a job on her.
Priscilla (tossing the two thongs at Ferro): I'll be back.
Priscilla leaves the room. Ferro hands thongs to Tammy.
Ferro: Here, take off those panties and put these on.
Tammy: What for?
Ferro: Its part of your disguise.
Tammy: I don't know how underwear...
Ferro: Listen Miss Virgin Americana... If these guys you buying dope from want to see you ass as part of the deal- you show them your ass. If they put their hand up your skirt or grab your breasts, you will allow it to happen and you will pretend to enjoy it. If they want to look at your tattoo, you will show it off. You will do what it takes to get these drug dealers to sell you so we can arrest them.
Tammy: No, I wont do it! I have to draw the line somewhere!
Ferro: Look Ms Squirrel, we all have done it. I have, Olga has, Priscilla- even some of the cyborg girls. And we all got looked over and felt up, but those guys are now behind jail or dead right now because of our work.
Tammy: I am not going to let anyone touch me in that way.
Ferro: You're going too, if not, you are going to end up in a situation you wont be able to get out of. Believe me, these guys will put a gun to your head and force you to loose that one thing you are saving up for Fernando. And if it comes down to that- you better enjoy it or they will put a bullet into that pretty little head of yours and leave you rotting in the alley.
Tammy: There has to be a better way.
Ferro: No there isn't. So you better get used to it right now. Now do as I tell you too and things will turn out OK.
Tammy takes off her panties and puts one of the thongs, finding it uncomfortable. Ferro looks her over some more, speaking to herself.
Ferro: A tattoo here... and here, and here... hmm...
Ferro takes a few sniffs off Tammy, and goes back to the open cases. She comes back and hands over a pair of fishnet stockings, and a bottle of pump spray perfume.
Ferro: Put those on.
Tammy puts on the fishnet stockings.
Ferro: Put your hands up.
Tammy continues to comply. Ferro starts to spray her with the perfume, which Tammy finds offensive to her nose.
Tammy: What is that?!!
Ferro: Its Jasmine Perfume. All prostitutes use it since its strong and hides a lot of the bodily odors.
Tammy: That's stuff is...
Ferro: Strong. Its supposed to be.
Tammy: It smells like potpourri...
Ferro: It is oil extract of the Jasmine flower, which itself is strong. But all the whores wear it.
Priscilla walks in with another large case and opens it on the table. Ferro looks over to her.
Ferro: Give me the markers.
Priscilla hand Ferro a marker case. Ferro walks over to Tammy, uncapping a black one that she got from the case. Tammy steps back until she is stopped by the wall. Ferro continues to approach her until there was little room between then, where she takes her left and puts under the bra cup of Tammy's right breast.
Ferro: Now stay still.
Ferro starts to draw on the upper part of Tammy's breast, writing Marco in fancy script, with a rose right behind it. She colours it with the other markers. When done, Ferro steps back to look at her handiwork. Priscilla looks at it as well.
Ferro: Not my best, but its damn good.
Priscilla: Not bad at all.
Tammy: Why you done that for?!!
Ferro: I'm not going to explain it to you. You should know by now...
Tammy: But Marco?
Priscilla: So? I had Jose's name put on my breast when it was my mission.
Ferro: And I had Jean.
Tammy: And what's with the rose?
Ferro sighs. Priscilla then explains it.
Priscilla: Its who 'deflowered you...'
Tammy: NO!!!
Ferro: Calm down woman! Its not like he actually did. OK? He's the one leading the Cyborg teams to back you up on this mission, its his name that gets put on your breast. Now... two more after this...
Tammy: Two more?
Priscilla: Its not like you're getting the Battleship Maine drawn across your chest or butt!
Ferro: Don't tempt me...
Tammy: Battleship Maine?
Priscilla: You don't know your American History? Shesh! It's the battle ship that sunk in Havana Harbor, Cuba in 1896 which started the Spanish American war. All men who wear that tattoo do so in their honor.
Tammy: What about...
Ferro: A navy ship tattooed on you would mean that you only service navy men on shore leave.
Tammy: I DON'T WANT THAT!
Ferro: Are you that squeamish about everything?
Tammy: No...
Ferro: Then stop acting like a stupid virgin and start acting more like an experienced girl. Now stand up normally.
Tammy tries her best, unsure as to what they want. They both look at her.
Priscilla: Hmmm... What do you think?
Ferro: I've seen grade school girls sluttier than this.
Priscilla: You know, you're right.
Tammy: I'm not a slut, I'm not a whore, I'm not any of those things you want me to be!
Ferro: You better be, because if these guys don't buy your act, you're not buying from them, and chances are you are going to be found dead in an alley- or worse.
Tammy: What can be worse than dead?
Priscilla: Raped, gang raped, beaten to a bloody bruise to within an inch of your life, left unconscious where they will continue to sexually assault you. Then if they so choose, then they will kill you or just cut you open and leave you to die. If they want to be freaky about it, then they would strangle you with your own stockings.
Tammy: I...
Ferro (interrupting her): Look... you are going to get dressed, you are going to follow orders and you are going to do this mission and you will succeed as long as you listen to orders. We will be nearby to handle the arrests and in case anything happens assist you in getting out of there. The least you have to worry about is somebody purse snatching your little bag. Do I make my self clear to you?
Tammy: Uhm... Yes Ma'am.
Priscilla: Look at that, she's gone military on you...
Ferro: I swear- Tammy, I wonder how you are going to handle your honeymoon if you're too scared to take on a mission like this...
Tammy remains silent. After a while, both Ferro and Priscilla go over to the open cases and take out a few items: Cut-off mini skirt, cut-off mini-tight black dress, matching top to the cut-off mini skirt, and a pair high heel shoes. It's the high heeled shoes that worries Tammy, having a 5 inch heel to it with a long wrap around lace that is supposed to go up the leg. Each of the items were given to Tammy, and told to put on.
Tammy: What the black dress for?
Ferro: It gets cold outside at night. Its an old hooker's trick on wearing layers to keep warm but to show off what you got for sale. Put the dress on first, and then the miniskirt and top after that. Now put them on.
Tammy complies with her orders. Priscilla pulls out a plastic egg from one of the cases and hands it to Tammy. Inside was a pair of sheer nylon panty hose. Ferro tells her to put it on but take off the fishnet stocking first and then put them back on after the pantyhose, which forces Tammy to take them off and put them back on top of the panty hose. Soon she was dressed, minus the shoes and they look at her. Priscilla goes up to her first, putting her hands at Tammy's side and chest, and gives her a hefty thrust upwards, moving the push up bra that much more. Then she reaches into Tammy's cleavage and tears at the material of the top and dress to expose her some more. Ferro walks up to her and hands her a set of large earrings that look like suit case handles. In fact, in the streets, they are called 'Bitch Handle Earrings' for when a man wants her undivided attention, he grabs onto the handle and yells at the girl, “Come here Bitch!” The girl must comply or face having her earlobe being ripped.
Ferro: These earrings are our link to you, they are a tiny radio transmitter, so if you get into trouble we will know immediately. Now Sit.
Tammy sits down on her bed, legs closed and hands folded at the knees. Both of then can only shake their heads at this. Priscilla approach her.
Priscilla: I swear Tammy.
Priscilla takes Tammy's hand and put them at her sides. Then she puts her hands between Tammy's knees and forces her legs open, putting her foot between hers and lightly kicking them apart. Tammy instinctively tries to cover her self with what little the dress had to offer, finding it to be no help at all. Priscilla takes her hands again and puts them at her sides one more time.
Priscilla: You don't cover what you got for sale- got that?!!
Tammy: Yes Ma'am...
Ferro: Looks like she gone military on you too.
Priscilla: She better be following orders. I'm not going to lose an operative on a mission if I can help it.
Ferro: You heard that, Tammy?
Tammy can only nod her head.
Ferro: Now, put on the shoes, and we'll put on the make up next.
Tammy does her best but in the end requires her supervisors to help put on the shoes for her. They tell her to walk around in them, and as expected, Tammy is very unstable on them, as if she was walking on a high wire tight rope. They tell her to sit down as they put on the make up on her. A lot of glitter make up was used, as a lot of colours to contrast the features of her face as well. Tammy looked more like a Paint By Number Picasso than a normal looking girl-squirrel. The ultra long false eyelashes, the very bright red lipstick, and the gaudy ugly designed press-on nails are the final touches physically done to her.
Ferro: What do you think?
Priscilla gives Tammy a once over before answering.
Priscilla: Lets see. Tammy! How much?
Tammy: How much, what?
Priscilla: How much is that hoochie of yours is being sold for?
Tammy: Uhm... 5000 Euros??
Both Ferro and Priscilla refrain from laughing- needing to step away from her and discuss the matter for themselves. They both return to her.
Ferro: You're a cheap hoe in the street. You're lucky to get 50 Euros for a roll in the hey. You got that?
Tammy bites on her lower lip.
Priscilla: Consider this as an education, Tammy. No working street girl gets that much. Like Ferro saids- 50 Euros if you're lucky, and you better be good at it- show that boy some tricks that his momma never showed him. Now... as for you, who will probably lay there while it happens- 30 Euros.
Tammy: 30 Euros?
Ferro: You'll be lucky if you get that much.
Tammy: But... I thought...
Priscilla: Its all a myth, girl. All a myth.
Ferro: Only way you are going to get anything remotely close to that amount, you have to invest yourself into hanging out where the high powered rollers and the high ballers are at, invade their parties, and go to the head honchos. No way, with what we know who you are, you cant do it.
Tammy: I can sell myself that high if I have too!
Both Ferro and Priscilla laugh uncontrollably, lasting for at least 5 minutes, which shatters what left of Tammy's self confidence. As such, she begins to cry. They stop when she starts.
Tammy: I can too...
Ferro: Stop crying girl! You're messing up the make up!
Tammy: But I can! I know I can!
Priscilla: You are a street working girl on this mission- they do not get that much money in what they do, Tammy. They don't! And they have to sleep with several men a night to see any respectable amount of cash. Now turn off the tears, alright?
Tammy tries to stop from crying, sniffling a few times.
Ferro (to herself): A little reality sets in and she loses it... (to Tammy) Let me ask, if everything would have turned out differently, what would your life be like right now?
Tammy: I don't know. I would have finished college at least.
Ferro: What were you studying in college?
Tammy: I was in between major when I dropped out.
Ferro: But what were they?
Tammy: Computer Science and Technology, and Bio-Premedical studies.
Ferro: I see.
Priscilla: You blame Bink for dropping out?
Tammy: No!... Why would I think that?
Priscilla: Some people tend to manifest misplaced feelings onto others.
Tammy: There are no misplaced feelings when it comes to Bink and I.
Ferro: So you wanted to be a doctor, you still do?
Tammy: Huh? I don't know.
Ferro: Why not?
Tammy: I wanted to help others. Being a doctor would be away of doing it, instead of running servers and managing websites for other people. But now that the Cafe has Dr. Aiesha G. I don't there think there is room for 2 doctors at the cafe.
Ferro: Dr. Aiesha G.? Is she related to Fernando G.?
Tammy: That's his daughter.
Ferro: Daughter? How old is she?
Priscilla: Then again, how old is he?
Tammy: All I know is that he had her when he was 20 and the mother raised her. They were reunited when she started college.
They both look at each other. Ferro tries to switch back their original subject.
Ferro (handing Tammy some tissues): Look we need to redo the makeup and you have to understand that street walking prostitutes do not make a whole lot of money. Your week's salary here with us would take them a month's worth of paid sexual activity with several men per night. That's the reality you have to accept- your virgin vagina mean little and is valued less out there. And if we can break the drug and sex trade, we can take a big chunk out of crime.
Tammy looks down at herself.
Tammy: Alright, I understand, I think. But.
Ferro: But...
Tammy: Its something Fernando told me...
Ferro: Which would be?
Tammy: Its OK to be scared, but not OK to allow the fear take over. So I have to admit that I am scared in doing this, but I have to do it... right?
Ferro: Each person has their own way in handling it, Tammy. I can not tell you how, but that you must. Now lets finish with your make up and hair before we release you out to the streets.
Tammy just nods.
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