Hondo I. Sackett
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As they wait for their breakfast to arrive, Fernando begins the conversation. “During the fight, I’m taking on the Litch myself. I’m going to have to pin him down somehow and make him submit answers to the questions we have in Val’s abduction. You two take on who you think you can take on and if you have to – kill them.” Fernando tells them. Hondo nods but James protests, “You’re no match for the Litch!” “Do not get on my bad side, James. People are going to die in this fight, I would prefer if it were not you or Hondo. But if it has to be one of us, I’ll let you rot in the ring while Hondo and I fight for what we need to fight for.” Fernando tells him. “You do not have it in you to kill somebody.” James tells him. “Why you runt of the litter...” Hondo begins to say with a snarl. “Oh really? We are the ones who put an end to the purge, ended the slave trade, and destroyed the command center of slave town. We’re the reason why Biggus and many of his men are buried underground, and Lacey is in charge of Slavania.” Fernando tells him. “It is easy to put an end to a life from far away with a rifle shot. It is another thing to take a life when it is inches from your face and holding onto you.” James throws at him in his own defense. “I have danced ‘La Baille de la Morte’ with others. And it is either me or them, and as you can see, I am still here, and I will remain to be here. You, on the other hand, are another matter. You have not won a fight since you were last here. Many think that you will bring us down. Let me tell you this hybrid – do anything to throw this match, and I will kill you in the ring myself. I’d rather fight three on my own than to fight three and worry about somebody on my team turning traitor on me.” Fernando tells him. “If he doesn’t kill ya for turnin’ on us, then I will. Consider that a fact of promise an’ action.” Hondo tells him flatly without looking up at him. “You may think we do not understand the harshness of the reality that some people are going to have to die tonight, you would be wrong to think that because we do understand. Both Hondo and I in our time had to kill people from farther away than one may think possible and closer than you and I are at this dinner table. It does not matter to me who dies; It matters why they had to die. The Litch, his wrestling team, and anyone in the way or who refuses to help us in the rescue of one of our own will die if we do not get cooperation. Anybody getting in the way of such a rescue, they will die. It does not matter to me anymore if someone is innocent or not. There will be a price to pay and if it is not paid, then there will be a litter of bodies piled up as payment. You get where I am coming from, hybrid?” Fernando tells him. James just sits there indignant of what was said to him. The food it brought over to their table. Both Fernando and Hondo examine it before they start eating. James takes longer to start on his meal as he sits there thinking and fuming. He has seen ‘would be’ saviors before, heralded as champions of the people. Never once had they proved to be who or what they said. These two had done a lot, so far, but he expected to be disappointed, like every time before. There was no way they could be in one piece and unmamed, and be as tough as they said they were. “A rescuer has to do what he must in order to get the rescue done. Anybody interfering with the rescue has to be dealt with accordingly. Anybody trying to stop a rescue has to be dealt with deadly force. The Litch and those connected with him have information for us to rescue one of our own. They refuse to give any information then they will be dealt with deadly force. That is why we are in this Death Match.” Fernando tells him. In the background a pair of small hands claps loudly and a medium high pitched female voice yells out “Bravo!” It gets louder as she approaches them. Without needing to look, Hondo and Fernando recognize the voice as Ichigo Morino. For the time being they ignore her. “Bravo! Bravo!” Ichigo approaches their table. Her driver takes a chair from another table and puts it where Ichigo can sit or stand on it to be with them. She gets up on the seat and puts her extended arms on the table before pointing at Fernando, ”I have not heard those exact words in over 15 years, out of the very mouth of the Time Walker himself.” “It’s something that all rescuers learn in our training, ‘get in the way of our rescue mission and I may have to kill you to get it done.’ No biggie there. We all learned it, we all live by it, and some of us had to do it.” Fernando tells her. Hondo was next to him nodding. “There has not been a rescuer anywhere around these parts that lived up to that creed in many years. They live up ‘I saved your ass, you owe me so much money.’ But only the Time Walker and his partner had spoken about rescuing without wanting rewards because that is what rescuers do.” Ichigo tell him. “And so?” Fernando says. “You, like them, are fools. Throughout the land you are going to hear ‘Money talks, bullshit walks.’ It is more so here and in any other place but it is what everyone goes by.” Ichigo tells him, “Adding, if you had a million dollars, for the one you are looking for, would you spend that much to save her, even though you had to wait several days for her to return and take a chance that they had not robbed your money?” “If that is what it takes, I’d do it. But such an offer does not exist because you did not offer it. You only hinted that the Grey Lady would be at the match and she might be the one we would need to see. So if we win this match, I want a private audience with the Grey Lady and any of her entourage.” Fernando tells her. “And if she says ‘No.’?” Ichigo replies. “Then I will hunt her down and drag her out like a rabid dog and if we do not get the answers we need to rescue our friend, she will be treated like a rabid dog.” Fernando tells her with Hondo putting his firearm on the table. Fernando continues, “If it were to be your ass that needed rescuing, how would you like it if I charged you some outrageous price for that rescue?” “I have more than enough money to answer that charge.” Ichigo tells him, then she adds, “And if you think getting some ass or pussy would satisfy that debt, we can have a romp around on the grass until I get off your tired ass.” “Remember, how much I have laid down to bet and it also includes your ass on the table. I win, I will own you.” Fernando tells her. “The dead do not collect the debts owed to them.” Ichigo points out. “Then so be it, I am dead. So is Hondo and James here. But this fight and its victory is going to give us life. For when a man has nothing to lose, then he has become the most dangerous thing out there.” Fernando tells her. Hondo lets his thoughts known. “You do not know what danger is until you walk up to a rattler an’ it’s shaking its tail.” Having a few coins in his fist he shakes to mimic that sound. James looks at them both, seeing how crazy their responses are to her. He swallowed hard as he knew they were going to be the death of him. “Ichigo, we were here to have a peaceful meal. We would like the rest of our time in peace to finish our meal.” Fernando tells her. Ichigo shook her head and looked at Fernando, “It is a shame you all are going to die today, especially before I had some fun. I could have fulfilled a lot of fantasies for you. It is a shame.” She looked over at Hondo and raised an eyebrow, “Might have had some fun with the cowboy too, if he was not so rigid. The coldness I understand, though. We’d have had such fun. I could be the little orphan girl he saved from the Indians.” Hondo gave her a look of disgust. James looked at the ceiling to keep from laughing at his expression and Fernando’s glare at her could be felt through his dark glasses, though she seemed to ignore it. She gave him her little girl look and raised the pitch of her voice. “What? You big stwong man, wouldn’t want a reward from a gwateful wittle girl, like me?” She asked batting her eyelashes. “You’re disgustin’.” Hondo growled, “Now leave us be.” Her voice returned to normal with a touch of indignance, “I’m disgusting because I look like a little girl or because I know what men secretly want? At least I don’t lie to myself and know who I am.” “Of anyone here, you lie to yourself the most I reckon. What’s disgustin’ is that you think everyone is interested in you. They aren’t.” Hondo growled. “Ichigo, leave us. I was nice the first time I suggested you leave and am being nice now, but I will not be if I have to suggest it again.” Fernando replied. She started to reply but the glares from Fernando and Hondo made her decide different. She got up and walked out, making it a point to of a showy exit. Hondo glared at James as he caught him staring at her ass she she left. Only Hondo clearing his throat and growling brought him back to reality. “Hey!” Hondo growled James gave him a sheepish look, “What?” “Pervert.” Hondo replied in a half snarl “I’m no pervert!” James replied “She looks like a little girl!” Hondo snapped “So? She might look young but she’s all woman. Doesn’t hurt to look, does it?” James said trying to defend himself. “If you had daughter’s you’d not think that way.” Hondo said gruffly. “What does it matter. We’re all dying today.” James said glumly. “Talk like that will get you killed. A little faith in us would not hurt you, but would be in your best interest.” Fernando said “Faith? You’re both mad! Put my faith in mad men??” James exclaimed “Mad or not, we will all be in the ring together. The smart thing would be to at least try to be friendly with those who will have your back.” Fernando replied “I’m not sure he’s that smart.” Hondo replied James opened his mouth to defend but shut it again and resumed sulking and picking at his food. Hondo and Fernando finished eating there food in relative silence. Fernando saw that, though Hondo was holding it together, he was seething and snapping at more and more little things. He understood what he was going through, and knew the only thing he could do for him was to give him an outlet for his rage and to find Valentine. Before too much longer they were done. They sat around for a bit longer nursing some beers, each waiting for the other to speak first. ,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,- Valentine woke again and tried to open her eyes to find only one would open. Her abdomen and chest hurt worse than before. The pain and medication made her head spin. She laid there for a moment, but the pain only got worse as her head cleared. She tried to move her hand but something felt wrong. She brought it up as far as she could and opened the eye that worked. It took a bit for her to focus but as she did she saw a bandage over her left hand. She tried to reach her face to figure out what was wrong with her eye but the straps holding her down did not allow it to reach that far. She tried to pull against the straps but she was weak and the strain on her body shot a wave of pain through her whole being. She cried out softly as the pain hit her. A hand grabbed her shoulder and restrained her from trying again. “Shh… Lie still.” a female voice said. Valentine looked up into the face of the raccoon wessen med tech. She looked sad and scared, herself, and didn’t make eye contact with Valentine. “Wha...wha… what ha..happened t..t..to me?” Valentine asked, straining to talk. “Shh… don’t exert yourself. It will only make you hurt more.” She said softly. “P...p...please… please tell me.” Valentine whispered. The wessen woman sighed, “The doctor, he… he took your eye, a coupe fingers, a kidney, half a lung, and part of your liver. You’re very low on blood too.” “He… he didn’t...didn’t...” She struggled to ask. “No, he hasn’t tried to get you pregnant. He did send some of your parts to another lab already. I… I saw some of his notes. He… He plans to impregnate you after we get to the next place.” She said. Tears streamed down Valentine’s face, “I .. I beg you.. Help me please! My.. My husband… my friends… can protec…. don’t know where I am.” “There is nothing I can do. Please, don’t fight it. They cannot protect you, no one can. These people are too powerful.” She said “Th.. th.. then… kill me…. Please!” Valentine begged. The pain was terrible and tore through her body. She wanted to see Hondo and be held in his arms once more, but the pain was so great. Through the pain she felt embarrassment too. She was torn to pieces. Even if she could go back, Hondo did not deserve a cripple, and invalid. She was half a woman. She wanted back to him so badly, but not like this, not a hollow husk of her former self. “I… I would if I could, but… I can’t. You don’t die. He’s killed you several times and you keep coming back.” She said apologetically. The wessen woman’s eyes showed she understood the pain and the fear, but she had been beaten down too much to fight anymore. “D...de..destroy me. Can die...if… if destroyed.” Valentine whimpered, gritting her teeth to speak through the pain. The wessen woman filled a syringe full of a clear liquid and stuck it into Valentine’s arm. “They will torture me if I try anything. This is the best I can do. The doctor will be back to move you soon. We are leaving as soon as the main event fight is underway. The roads should be clear then.” The woman said “No… please … please.” Valentine whispered hoarsely. The wessen patted her shoulder, “Keeping you out is the best I can do. I’m sorry.” The liquid that was shot into her veins made the pain quickly fade, and as the warm numbness washed over her body she slowly lost consciousness. For the first time she hoped Hondo would never find her. There was not enough left. As her vision blinked out she hoped it was the last time she would ever be awake again.
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