Hondo I. Sackett
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Raven stripped off her robe and threw on the dress Charles had provided for her. It was a local woman workers dress but one of a bit nicer style, as she was supposed to look like a dock inspectors assistant. Most of the dock inspectors, or any goods inspectors in the area, were men, though there were a few women. It was almost a rule of thumb that their assistants were of the opposite sex, unless the inspector’s sexual interest leaned against the norm of nature. Inspectors had a lot of down-time between jobs, so their assistants not only helped with inspections and kept up the books, but also were used as diversions to fill the time voids between inspections. These assistants, though most talked about them as if they were just employees or apprentices in the business, were generally educated slaves bought specifically for the inspectors’ tastes, or indentured servants, sold by themselves for a better life or to get money for their family, or sold by their family to ensure the survival of the family. More often or not it was the girls being sold so that the sons could stay and help with the family businesses, and this was true of human and wessen families both. Most of the time the inspectors were kind and treated their assistants well, even though it was rare to hear of an inspector not using their assistants for sexual gratification as well as work, but there were some who treated their assistants very badly. Either way, people viewed it as a social norm and turned a blind eye to the more abusive types. Along with the dress, Raven was given a straw coolie hat, a pair of ho chi minh sandals, and a worn canvas messengers satchel that contained inspection sheets, note books, some random shipping documents, and pencils. Hondo, already wearing the tan canvas pants and weather worn white pullover shirt, donned a light grey canvas vest, a faded Greek fisherman’s cap, a pair of worn dock-worker’s boots, and an old brown eyepatch. His large horse pistol and 1911 had been to conspicuous, as had his tooled, leather pistol belt, so he was given a canvas pistol belt with plain, worn holster, and an old Webley revolver chambered in .38/200, which was more popular around there due to British influence back before the happening. To complete the ensemble, he was given a handmade dock-workers knife, a worn handmade clipboard, and a complete shipping manifest of The Plump Baroness’ cargo as well. Once ready, they shoved the last couple things they had into Raven’s satchel, which mostly included a few things from their pockets, a pistol for Raven, and some gold and silver coins. Raven turned to him with a serious look, “We ready?” “Almost. We’d better remove this as it might make you stand out too much.” Hondo said removing her choker and putting it into the bag. She touched her neck lightly, where the choker had been and frowned slightly. “You alright?” Hondo asked. She nodded, “Yeah, just so used to it I feel bare without it.” He chuckled and shook his head, “Only woman I know who could run ‘round all day in the buff an’ feel fine as long as she has her collar on an’ feel nude fully dressed without it.” She gave him an unimpressed look, “You should know the feeling, as you’ve always been pretty attached to wearing that hat!” “Now, I take my hat off more often than that… But I have to admit, you wearin’ nothin’ but that collar is pretty damned sexy too.” He said with a grin. She blushed, “I wish I was wearing it just for you, but I’m glad you like it on me.” He bent down and kissed her quickly then swatted her on the ass. “Alright, my little assistant, time to go to work.” He said. She followed him out the door and down the back steps that lead into a side alley way that was even less used than the back. “You think Charlie and Millie,.. I mean Beatrix, will be fine?” Raven asked Hondo nodded and replied softly as they exited the hotel, “Yeah, they should be.” Raven sighed, “I feel bad about his wife… That’s our fault, isn’t it?” “My fault, probably, but not yours. I’m just not sure that it wouldn’t have happened even if we went to a different port. Sounds like they had a notion I was here an’ expected him to know. I’m afraid that if I wasn’t here for him to tell them ‘bout they would have killed him an’ his daughter too. Makes me worry ‘bout some of my other contacts now. Damn these rotten ruskie bounty hunters an’ their #$@!in’ guild!” Hondo growled. “They are the most ruthless people I’ve seen, outside some of my kind. They get a job done but leave only death in their wake.” Raven commented. “Guess almost anyone would get that mean livin’ in that frozen wasteland of theirs. Even the mutants won’t go there!” Hondo replied. “So, what’s the plan?” Raven asked softly as she followed him out of the alley and into the street. “Same as before, for now. We’re gonna walk past the ship first. You play the part of my assistant, so walk a bit behind me not beside me.” He said in a low voice. She nodded and fell back a bit, walking behind him and keeping her head low, though watching the whole time. Hondo kept a good pace, and walked with his head high, like he had a purpose, which was not so out of the ordinary for him, as it was for Raven to walk like a lesser being, behind him. It was not the first time they had to do similar, but for some reason it felt different to Raven this time. Something was off and it made her blood almost run cold, though she could not put a finger on it. They walked through the street market, that was between the upper town and the docks, though they did not stop to look at any wares. It was a crowded, bustling place during the daytime, which helped them blend in and not been seen as outsiders. They made their way through the crowds easily enough and once through before them lay the docks warehouse district and the docks. Though the docks did not just service water going vessels, it sat along the cost for convenience sake. The pre-happening docks would have been similarly positioned, but with all that had happened they and half the original town were now at the bottom of the bay. The warehouse district was almost as busy, but not with customers looking for wares like the markets. It was full of people, free and slaves, hauling goods, inspectors checking shipments that had come in, merchant representatives, and dock security men, all doing a job to keep goods flowing in and out of the town. Once through the warehouse district the docks came into sight. On the water, huge docks stretched out into the seas, so that large freighters, sailing ships, and fishing vessels could be serviced. A smaller marina was setup for smaller fishing trollies, island hoppers, and private boats as well. On land a network of dry docks and movable ramps were setup to service the blimps, airships, and other hauling craft that might come along. All in all, it was a busy place as it was one of the few in the area that remained neutral enough to where both pro and anti spirit settlements, businesses, and otherwise could ship goods and conduct business exchanges where they would not normally be welcomed in the others regions. It took some walking before Hondo and Raven found The Plump Baroness, but they found it and what they initially saw they did not like. The ship was busy with cargo and such being moved in and out, which was normal, but what bothered them was the Russian bounty hunters which were hanging around. It was a well-known fact that if you saw one there were two more you did not see. They saw five in all from what they could count as they strolled by, trying to look like that were headed somewhere else for work. They had to pass the ship by quite a distance before they found somewhere safe to stop. The stopped behind some empty, stacked crates that stood beside a former repair shop that had been turned into longer term storage for shipping containers and unclaimed goods. The was hardly a soul around this area as several of the buildings had been abandoned for use such as this one was, as many of the repair shops had either upgraded, moved to shops built into and under the dry-docks, or had gone out of business through merger or not being able to compete with some of the other larger establishments. But whatever the reason, they were away from foot traffic, fairly well hidden, and safe for the moment. Hondo sat down on a smaller crate and sighed, “We try to board an’ they even get a hint that somethin’s off an’ they will jump… Not sure how we’re gonna do this. Plus, if I’m not seen at least once nearby, they will go back an’ kill Charlie an’ his daughter.” “What do we do?” Raven asked worriedly. “Well, we need to see if they are guardin’ that container an’ if there are any other aboard.” Hondo replied “What would the crate look like?” Raven asked “Faded orange, eight foot wide, eight foot high, and fifteen to twenty feet long. Should have a door with a tumbler lock, code 23, 19, 42. It also has painted on it: ‘B’ ‘O’ ‘C’ 333.” Hondo replied. Raven looked around to see if they were alone before sighing and nodding, “Alright.” She set her canvas satchel down and took off her hat and slipped off her sandals. “What are ya doin’?” Hondo asked She looked at him and furrowed her brow, “Going to case it out like originally planned. Can you grab my collar?” Hondo shook his head, “Now wait! That’s before we knew it was crawlin’ with those ruskie bastard!” She glared at him and slipped her dress off over her head. “There’s no time to argue! Only I can check it out and we need to know before the diversion is suppose to happen!” She said. He looked her up and down and raised an eyebrow, “Why weren’t you wearin’ panties?” She sighed gave him a bit of an exasperated look, “Because I knew I had to change and it’s faster to undress and redress without them! Now, you going to help me with my collar or let me stand here naked until someone sees us!” He growled and shook his head, muttering under his breath as he fished the choker out of the bag then reached into his own pocket and pulled out a small pendant with a glowing blue jewel. He held it up to her before sticking it inside a little pocket built on the inside of the choker. “I know you didn’t want to get caught with it, but I need you to take it, just in case. It’s ‘bout the only way I’ll be able to sense you with how these bastards are blockin’ me!” He said firmly as he walked up to her and fastened the choker about her neck. She grabbed his wrist, once he had finished to keep him from stepping back, and reached up on her toes to kiss him softly on the lips. She then pulled back and smiled at him softly. “I love you.” She said. He softened his rigid features, sighed and nodded, “As I do you… Please be careful, Raven. I couldn’t bare losin’ you.” She gave him a wide smile, “I’ve not failed to come back yet, have I?” She did not give him a chance to replied, she just dropped to her knees and then dropped her hands to the ground. She stretched out her lean, athletic body, thrusting her breast forward and raising her ass almost seductively before arching her back up and almost seemingly curling into herself, once more, as she transformed into her animal form. Once in her cat form she stretched again and shook a bit to get her fur set before looking back at Hondo for just a moment. “Be Careful.” He said again, to which she replied with a quick, chattering meow before taking off. Hondo watched her until she vanished from sight. He sat back behind the crate and held his arm out, willing his cane to appear in his hand. It appeared like it was supposed to but the blue crystal seemed to crackle and hum as if it too was troubled. He twisted the crystal and pushed down, willing it to show him the Russians and any nearby spirits. As the cane started humming, he started to see where they were in his mind but all at once the faint images disappeared as red sparks seemed to almost jump off the cane and cracked across his fingers and up his hand and arm, causing his muscles to spasm violently and his nearly cry out in pain. As he cleared his mind the cane’s hum faded to barely audible and the crackling red sparks faded from view, leaving his arm half hurting and half numb. He swore under his breath and willed the cane to vanish again. Whatever they were doing to block him, it was getting worse and they had to be close again. -,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,- Raven weaved her way to the ship, staying close to the edge of the dock and scurrying behind crates and piles of goods and rope whenever possible. She came across a couple feral cats. A smaller male hissed and ran when it saw her and a larger one tried to get frisky and mount her, but a hard swat with some sharp claws to his nose changed his mind. She came across a large rat at one point, who seemed braver than the cats were, and bigger too, but it backed down and went on its way after an intense staring and growling contest. She was glad she did not have to fight it as she was short on time and there was an odor about him she did not like, as well as a feeling about it that creeped her out. Once at the ship she managed to find an opened port-hole and ascended a pile of crates to try to get to it. The distance between the crates and the window was better than fifteen feet, with a long drop if she did not make it, but she saw no other option at the moment for a fast entrance. She got back on the top crate as far as she could and ran and jumped at the window, finding it a much farther gap than she had guessed previously. Her front claws barely made it to the window ledge, where she held on for dear life. She winced in pain as the weight of her body came down threatened to rip the claws from her paws as she hit. She hung there a moment, panting and pulling herself together before she pulled up with all her might to pull herself inside. She tried to get a grip with her back claws as she climbed into the window, but the surface of the ship had been coated with a hard, clear sealer, not allowing her any bite for her claws. She managed though and once inside, scurried under a bed to hide and catch her breath. She was more so out of breath from fear and the burst of adrenaline she had received instead of physical exhaustion, though it felt almost the same. She looked around after a bit and figured she had climbed into a guest cabin, as it was not in the right place for captain or first mate and definitely too nice for the crew. As she looked around she saw a smaller suitcase that was latched, and on a small writing desk was a notebook and something shiny. She jumped up on the desk chair and put her front paws on the desk to look. The notebook was actually a leather-bound journal, that had a lock on it and the shiny object was a ring, a very familiar looking ring. She had seen one before, she knew, on Valentine’s hand as well as a few others who were close to Hondo, like Zoey before she disappeared. The only thing different about this ring was the crystal was dark. She was not sure what that meant but she left it be, jumped down and carefully made her way into the hall. She heard voices in various areas, mostly on deck, in the hold, or in the galley, but she was able to dart from room to room, and stay in the shadows, unseen, as she made her way to they large crate cargo hold. For a cargo hold, it was not that huge, but it was not the only one on the ship, just the only one setup for containers of this size. Though the Plump Baroness was an air cargo ship, she was not a the largest in the sky and there was definitely larger in the water. She was a midsized ship made to move some larger cargo and twice as much smaller cargo as well as a few passengers over a long distance in a fairly fast speed. It was perfect for traveling merchants who needed to carry wares with them a long distance or make emergency supply runs where the supplies were more than a few small crates or the like. There were faster ships in the sky, but most had only enough cargo space for the passengers’ bags and a few supplies. Though the Plump Baroness couldn’t haul forty-foot shipping crates, it could handle eight to ten fifteen-foot to twenty-foot containers or a varying number of containers and special items. Since the large containers and items were loaded first there was no one in this hold, as it was filled and the crew was busy loading smaller items in the other two holds. This made things easy on Raven as she entered and looked around. There were five steel containers in this hold, alone with a large wooden crate, a jeep, four motorcycles, and a troop carrier which was loaded with some smaller crates, boxes, and bags. She walked down the isle past the crates, using her feline night vision to easily see in the darkened hold. She found the orange steel container in the middle of the five and looked at it for a moment before stretching out and returning to her woman-like form. She put her ear to the door and listened and once she was sure no one was in there she turned the tumblers to the right numbers and opened the door. She looked around inside, most of the stuff was still in boxes, except for a bed which was strapped to the ceiling. She did not linger, as she would have time later to look things over, but for now just wanted to make sure it was there and left alone. As she softly closed the door she heard footsteps and voices that were growing in volume and headed her way. Raven looked around in a panic, not feeling that she had enough time to safely change back into her feline form. She saw some smaller crates wedged in beside the shipping containers and saw there was a gap between them and the ceiling. She scurried up the crates and flattened herself against the roof, trying to remain as quiet as possible as they entered. She grimaced at the dust and dirt layer she now lay in, and tried not to inhale any. “Damn, that Sackett! I know he has to be close!” The one man hissed. He was wearing a trench coat with the collar pulled up and fedora pulled low, but Raven could not see him well beyond that, though his mere presence made her feel a bit uneasy. “Ve are vatching whole dock and I have man watching hotel. If he come ve vill find him.” The other one replied sounding almost Russian. The second man was wearing a white tank-top and a black jean jacket with the sleeves ripped off, blue jeans, and motorcycle boots. Raven was fairly sure he was one of the Russian bounty hunters but was not one of those they saw earlier. He seemed almost human, but with a hint of wessen in there, weasel maybe, but she was not sure. Raven watched and listened, trying not to move and breathing as shallowly as she could, as the first man rummaged through the troop transport truck. “Ah, there it is.” He said as he pulled a small box from the truck. He opened the box and then pulled something from his pocket, but Raven could not see it well. She crept forward, holding her breath in the process as she stirred up some dust by moving. “So, you plan no work, eh professor?” The second man said snidely. “Unfortunately, no, but now we know. It was only a theory that the stone would light up again when in the vicinity of the giver so we could triangulate his position even when he’s not using the cane. I guess with his daughter dead the ring needs to be reactivated and reassigned before it reconnects with him.” The first man said. Raven squinted in the dim light and barely made out the ring she had seen on the desk in the room she entered earlier. As he tossed it in the box the light from the room momentarily shown inside the box to show that it had other rings and pendants in it, all with darkened stones. She gasped, involuntarily at the sight, but quickly covered her mouth to try to suppress the noise. The Russian froze and looked around. “You hear noise?” He asked warily. The first man took off his hat and looked around. Raven’s eyes widened as she saw his face in the dim light. His features, beady red eyes, rounded ears, and pointed nose told her he was either a rat wessen or a rat spirit. She sniffed the air carefully and took in a nose full of dust, which almost caused her to sneeze, but she held her nose to keep it in. Her eyes watered as she contained the sneeze, but the scent in the air was unmistakable and make her almost tremble. The smell was the same as the rat she met outside and seeing him now brought back the memories of when she was changed to a feline spirit. It was him, Professor Renaldo Zucker AKA Professor Z. He was famous in the spirit world for his genius, but if anything was greater than his genius it was his cruelty and the pleasure he derived from the pain inflicted on his subjects. He had overseen her transformation and gloated on how he could have made the process much less painful, but opted to make it hurt even more than necessary. Professor Z shook his head and donned his hat once more, “You’re getting jumpy, Hedeon. Give that over active imagination of yours a rest.” Hedeon scowled, “I sure I hear noise.” Professor Z sighed and shook his head, “We all makes mistakes…well, all of us except me!” He smirked at himself only to get a growl from Hedeon who backed down at one glare from the professor. The professor pulled out another small box and handed it to Hedeon. “If he teleports again, this should point you at him with better accuracy, now. It took a while to gather enough data to get it to work, but if he’s not incapacitated this time you will have to move in fast to get him.” Professor Z said. “Bah! You say he collapse two or three teleports ago! I think you not as good as you think.” Hedeon replied snidely. Professor Z frowned angrily, “I did not say he would! I said if he was like the others the numbers said he would! Obviously, he’s more resilient that the others, which will make breaking him all the more fun.” Hedeon snarled, “Heh! If you so smart, why not make gizmo to track, eh?” “We have not been able to isolate any steady or continual radiations from the canes of actual time lords. The rings and pendants of their loved ones occasionally give off signals but they are rarely the same. Only the captured and modified devices seem to give off a constant signal. It is a mystery that has the whole team baffled! Rest assured we will find an answer. Some questions take longer to be answered than others, but I assure you I’ve never failed to answer a question yet!” The professor replied, though he lacked the confidence in his reply that he usual had. Truth be told the canes still baffled him in many aspects. He knew their core make-up, he knew how to harness their power and translate the needed frequencies from the mind to force them to preform at least basic temporal tasks, but full control and understanding still eluded him. But, he would not let him beat him, even if he had to look to outside help, help that is outside their current time and space. The professor strode out of the hold with Hedeon on his heals. Hedeon stopped at the door, though and looked around one more time. He sighed and shrugged after a moment, then closed the door, slamming it in the process. Raven held her sneeze for a couple more minutes, though her eyes were now blurry and her head hurt. She finally let herself sneeze a couple times and then waited to make sure they were not coming back. Once she was sure it was all clear she climbed down and tried to recollect her thoughts. They could not be caught by that monster as she knew the horrors that awaited them. She shook a bit still, as she tried to push the memories from that dreadful day from her mind. It took her a few minutes but she finally recomposed herself and looked around. Half this gear, she expected, belonged to the professor and the Russian bounty hunters. She looked in the truck again and noticed the guild seals of the Russians on some of the boxes and others had serial numbers and markings from the spirits main research lab. She shook her head after a moment and backed away from the truck, wanting to leave no trace that she was there, but as she backed away she noticed dusty imprints on the side of the truck that outlined the breasts and torso of a female figure. She looked down at herself and swore as she noticed she was completely covered in dust and dirt. She looked around and found a rag in a tool box on the jeep and wiped the imprint of her form off the truck before trying to clean herself off. She did not do a very good job of getting it off herself, but she got some off. She threw the rag up under the truck and hoped it would not be seen, before trotting over to the door and opening it carefully. She peered around the hall but there was no one in sight. She moved back into the room and knelt down on the floor, once again preforming her sensual stretch that let her change into her animal form. Once changed she scurried into the hall and headed out. Getting out was almost more challenging than getting in, as the port-hole was not an option this time. She tried to find a way out, that would not get her seen, trampled or otherwise, but she was not having much luck. As she made her way around, she managed to sneak into one of the holds that they were loading just as the workers finished unloading one of the crane nets. She jumped on as the net was being lifted out of the hold. She was seen by one of the workers who cussed at her and threw something at her, but fortunately missed. As the net hit the ground she tried to make a hasty exit, but her foot got caught in the net. A rather nasty tempered man kicked her in the side, just as she got free and sent her falling over the edge of the dry-docks where she landed hard on a pile of old rope and rolled to the ground. She laid on the ground for several minutes, panting for air as she tried to breath through the pain. She pulled herself together several minutes later and gingerly stood up, only to fall in her face after her front leg collapsed on her from the pain. She rolled to her good side and tested her front leg out, finding it hurt badly from her rough landing. It did not seem to be a complete break, but from the pain she was sure it was bruised and the bone possibly cracked. She managed to get back up and stand on three feet, though it hurt like hell. She sighed and limped forward, as she tried not to cry out with every step. -,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,- Hondo got antsy as he waited, swearing under his breath that he had even let her go. He made his cane reappear in his hand, and tried multiple times to check on her. The best he could do was sense her pendant, and from that he knew she was still alive. Beyond that he knew nothing else, other than every time he tried he got a painful shock that seemed to leave him a bit more tired and sore each time. He had thought at first that something was draining energy from him, but the more it happened the more he knew it was just the energy that was being thrown back at him and his body trying to compensate for the pain and damage that was draining him. Though he could only relate the pain to that of an electric shock, it was somehow more than that, though he could not explain what it was exactly. As it got close to dark Hondo paced behind the crates, as he waited. He looked at his pocket watch every ten seconds or so, watching for the time he had allotted himself before trying to teleport her back. As his watched ticked, it seemed to move slower and slower each second, time itself seeming to almost stand still. “Five more minutes… just five more…” He muttered as he put his watch away for the nine-hundredth time. About then a soft sound made him turn around. He did not see anything at first but only heard a soft thumping sound that seemed to grow closer by the minute. Soon a large, long haired black cat limped around the corner and looked up at him with sad eyes and mewed pleadingly. He ran over and dropped to his knees as he immediately recognized her as Raven’s feline form, though she looked dirty and bedraggled. She fell onto her side and lay panting as he knelt beside her. “Raven! What happened?! Are you alright?” He asked as he gently put his hand on her head. She purred and mewed softly as if to say she would be alright now. “Can you change back?” He asked? She shook her head gingerly at him. “Damn.” He cussed as he looked around and thought. Knowing not what else to do he summoned the cane again and put his other hand on her. She tried to get up and move away but fell to the ground again, due to pain and exhaustion. She shook her head at him as he put his hand back on her. “It’s alright, darlin’. I have no other way to help you. Please, hold still.” He said softly. She closed her eyes as he twisted the canes crystal and pressed down on the crystal with his other hand. As he did, a blue light seemed to pulse through him and into her, and out of the cane and thin air, red sparking tendrils hit him and after a couple violent jerks threw him back away from her and to the ground. Raven lay there for a second before looking up and seeing Hondo lay on the ground, smoke coming from his clothes as if the sparks had burned them. She panicked at first and hopped up. She winced at the pain but found it to not be as bad as before. She took a deep breath to calm herself then, though it hurt, stretched out and reverted to her human like form. Once changed back, she scrambled over to Hondo and put a hand on his chest as she held her ribs with the other. “My love?! Say something!” She said trying not to cry. Hondo coughed and groaned, “Oohhh. That hurt like hell.” He sat up and winced a bit as his head felt like he had gone on a seven-day bender and had just come off of it. “Are you alright?” She asked in a worried tone. He nodded gingerly, “I’ll be fine. Hurt different than teleportin’ for some reason… Just don’t understand what’s happenin’!” He looked up at her and saw her bruises and how dirty she was. Her whole body looked like she rolled in dirt, her hair was a mess, she had cuts and scraped on her face and belly, and her upper arm and ribs were starting to bruise. “Damn, I didn’t help you at all! What happened? You had me worried sick!” He exclaimed. “You did help a lot! Part of the dirt is from having to hide in a dusty area. The rest is from some yard brute with no conscience who kicked me off the dry-dock. Had I not landed on some old rope I’d probably still be lying there, though the fibers cut me up a bit too.” She said. He sat up with a groan and pushed himself to his knees to look her over. “Where are you hurtin’?” He asked “Don’t worry about me, what about you?!” She replied. “I asked first!” He growled to cover his worry. She sighed, “My... my upper left arm and my ribs mostly, but they were worse before you tried to heal me.” He shook his head, “I can’t truly heal with that even when workin’ right. Just accelerate some healin’, surface mostly.” He touched her side and she winced and sucked air through her teeth. She had a similar reaction when he touched her arm. He sighed and shook his head. “Damn bastard!” He growled, “He got you good. Cracked ribs an’ possibly a cracked humorous, looks like, along with a shit ton of bruises an’ scrapes.” He sighed and shook his head, “I should never have let you go.” She put a hand on his arm, “No! It had to be done, and its not your fault at all! I learned something important.” He sighed and helped her to her feet, then helped her sit on a crate and handed her the dress to cover up with. She mere put it on her lap, as though she was not one to run around nude in public she was also not shy about her body, especially around Hondo. “What did you find out?” He asked after a moment. “It’s not good. You ever hear of a Professor Z?” She asked. He scratched his chin for a moment, “Hmm, you mean Professor R. Zucker maybe?” She nodded, “He’s known as Professor Z among the spirits.” “Some sort of science whiz, right? Real nasty bastard, I’ve heard.” He replied. She look down at the ground and nodded, “He.. he’s the one who.. who oversaw my change and said he made it hurt worse than it had to.” “That was him?! #$@!in’ bastard! Where is he?” Hondo growled. She grabbed his arm, held it tightly, and looked up at him with pleading eyes, “You don’t understand! He’s the one who’s controlling the Russians! He’s behind the tech that’s stopping you and hurting you! He’s made a tracker to track you when you teleport, and… and…” “An’ what?” He asked warily. She looked back down and sighed, “He has her ring… Tonya’s.” Hondo looked at her in shock, “What?!” She nodded, “He… he thought he could use it to track you… though if he got close it would light up or something. It doesn’t work but…” Hondo pulled away from her and turned away. He worked his jaw angrily as he stood there in silence. Raven looked up at him in near desperation, thinking that just saying Tonya’s name again made him hate her, as he had asked her never to say the name. “If you hate me, I understand but, please, at least listen to me. I still love you, so much!... I’m so sorry.” She said softly. He sighed and looked down after a moment, “I don’t hate you, darlin’… I’m just angry… Angry that I failed her… angry that I couldn’t hold onto my wife… angry that the bastard is so close yet I can’t get to him… I’m angry that I feel so helpless, an’… *sigh* … I’m angry that I’ve failed you more than once.” “Failed me? How?!” She asked. “If I had seen you for who you were from the start maybe, maybe they’d never have taken you… If I had made you let me go with you maybe they’d never have ripped you apart… if I hadn’t let you go today maybe you’d not be hurt… If I had been a better man maybe you’d not question my feelin’s for you.” He replied almost monotone. She stood up and walked up to him slowly, still cradling her hurt arm, and leaned against him. “You never failed me. Times have been hard, but my doubts are my own and… and I knew the danger when I offered you two my services all those years ago. I hate what I am at times. I know my ability to change helps but I feel like I’ve failed you by not being a human woman.” She said softly. He turned to her and lifted her chin so her eyes met his gaze, “Never once since I’ve asked you to be with me, to be mine since Val turned her back on me, have I ever regretted that you were a spirit an’ not human. I love you for you.” She smiled, “Then I guess neither of us has really failed… We just have bad days.” He grinned and shook his head, “Leave it to you to see it that way.” He leaned down and kissed her softly again, though not for too long as he knew she was injured and deep breaths would hurt her. When he pulled back he looked at her for a second then off at the ship and the darkening sky. “We hafta figure this out fast as we’re losin’ daylight.” He said She nodded, “I know, but what do we do?” He looked around for a second then back at her, “Can you change back into your animal form?” She thought for a minute then looked up at him, “I think so, but I’m not going to be of much use.” “How long did it take you to get there last time?” Hondo asked. “Five to eight minutes, I guess.” She replied “How long in your current shape?” He asked She shrugged, “Pushing it, probably ten.” “Well, do you think the distraction, the drunks startin’ a fight on the docks, will move the Russians an’ professor from the ship?” Hondo asked She shook her head, “No, they will know something is up. They won’t move unless they see you.” “An’ unless they see me Charlie is dead…. Can you get back on the ship in animal form?” He asked. “Yes, but I’ll not go without you!” She said firmly. “Listen, I need you to! The only chance I have of pullin’ this off is getting’ them to chase me an’ then usin’ you an’ your pendant as a focal point to teleport to! They hafta see me an’ I need you there. Can you do it?” He asked, taking her good hand in his and looking at her seriously. She nodded after a moment and looked up at him with sad eyes. “Then, I need you to change forms an’ get close right away.” He said still looking into her eyes. As tears started to form in her eyes, she pushed past the pain and reached up, kissing him deeply and passionately. She pulled back, after he almost forced her to, and held her side as she panted for air. “Please…*pant* Please don’t leave *pant* me alone!” She said. He grinned at her and shook his head, “Now, don’t you worry, little lady. I’ll be there with bells on!” She smiled and laughed slightly, trying to hide her worry, but the pain in her ribs from laughing took care of that. She breathed through it though and then smiled back up at him. “I’ll hold you to that, cowboy.” She said. She started to get to her knees, but it hurt like hell to do it on her own. Hondo caught onto that and helped her get down to the ground. As she knelt with her arms to the ground she turned to him and swallowed. “Now, this is going to hurt.” She said. With that she sucked in and held her breath as she stretched and arched herself. Her eyes closed tight shut and her muscles tensed but she managed to change forms, though it was a little slower than normal. Once changed she sat for a moment on her haunches and panted until the pain subsided. Once she had herself back under control she turned and looked at Hondo once again, and meowed at him softly before taking off into the shadows at a fast limp. Hondo watched her go until she was out of sight once more and then popped open his watch. The distraction was supposed to start at 9:00pm and it was eight minutes to, according to his watch. He waited for the fight to start, deciding it was best to make his move then, as they would be watching for him to board in the chaos. At almost precisely 9:00pm, a couple drunks come staggering down the dock and run into one of the workers, spilling beer on him. After some hostile words and a crowd gathered they started into fighting, with others seeming to come out of the woodwork to join in. As the fight ensued, Hondo started towards them at a brisk walk, still in his disguise. As he got closer he saw that the Russians on board were joined on deck by a rat type spirit, of whom he figured was Professor Z. The one Russian, who appeared vaguely wessen but was hard to tell what type, stood with the professor as they both looked at a screen in a box that was sitting on the railing. They looked around from time to time, even once glancing at Hondo, but they wrote him off at first glance. As Hondo approached several motorcycles headed their way. He figured they were security from the warehouses coming to break up the fight, and at that moment the plan in Hondo’s mind was complete. He stopped right before he got to the ship and stared for a moment, which got the attention of those on board, but not because they thought it was him, but out of curiosity as to why a man was interested in them and not the fight. He turned away and started at a trot towards the approaching motorcycles, throwing off his Greek cap, coat, and eyepatch as he gained speed. He then held his arm out and the cane appeared in his hand. “Look! Sackett!” One of the Russians yelled from the deck. As the motorcycles pulled up, Hondo swung his cane at the first security guard he came to and knocked him to the ground. He jumped on the bike and with a quick twist and push of the crystal, his old oilskin hat appeared out of seeming nowhere and into his hand. It zapped him in the process and caused him to groan but he fought through it. He swung the hat on his head, revved the bike, and took off like a shot on it, in the direction he had come from. By this time, he had got all their attention and the Russians were scrambling, all save the professor and the Russian wessen with him, who got a jeep ready that was standing by along with a few other men they held in reserve. As Hondo raced down the docks he looked back long enough to see he was being chased by four dirt bikes, which seemed to be gaining on him. He leaned forward a bit more and pressed the motorcycle faster, but she did not have a lot left to give as its engine was getting old and tired. He down shifted and skidded around a corner, hoping to lose or delay the four following him. He did not slow them down, unfortunately, but gained two more as he went. He shifted up and rolled all the way back on the throttle as he sped down the docks. Workers and pedestrians jumped out of the way and containers spilled all over as angry voices cussed him and those that followed him. He down shifted again and made a hard-right turn, barely keeping from going over the edge of the docks, as he slid onto a ramp to get down to the ground. The six behind him slid into the turn and this time one did not made it but went off the edge, his bike smashing to the ground and erupting in flames soon after. Hondo pushed the old bike, shifting back up again as he rode down the ramp. He hit the ground hard, so hard it almost threw him off, but he managed to hang on and keep rolling, though he picked up two motorcycles, who now joined in on chasing him. Hondo rode hard, and pushed the bike, trying to get to the road, out of town, and head to the wastelands. As he approached the road a troop transport pulled across it and several soldiers for hire bailed out and aimed rifles at him. He skidded around a corner and shot between two buildings just as the opened fire. They missed him, but he heard the bullets whiz past his head and saw them kick up dirt in the street around him, which made them all too close for comfort. As he raced down the side street he headed towards another road out of town but as he came to it a jeep raced at him, causing him to slide into a turn the other way. The race through town was getting dangerous and he was gaining way too many followers, way too many to count. Another jeep tried to take him out from a side street, but he swerved and was just barely missed. By the time he had come down to his last viable road out of town, as he could not lose them in town with this bike, he swerved onto it and screamed out of town. As he traveled the road went down into a large rock canyon, that looked more like a large bomb crater, but if it was, it was from many years ago. He slid the motorcycle to a stop in the bottom of the canyon as the way through was blocked by what he believed to be that earlier troop transport, that circled around. Eight men with rifles stood in a semi-circle in front of him, all pointing their weapons at him. He turned and looked behind him but the way back was now sealed off as two jeeps, five dirt bikes, and three motorcycles pulled up behind him. He shut the motorcycle off and stepped off of it, with his cane in his hand. “Give up, Sackett! There is no win for you!” A man called out with a Russian sounding accent. “#$@! off.” He replied flatly. “Give up or ve shoot!” The voice called out again. “Go to hell.” He said while twisting the crystal on the cane. “Shoot him!” The voice yelled. As they raised their guns Hondo took a deep breath and slammed the cane’s tip into the ground as he pushed the crystal down hard. A blue shockwave traveled across the ground, knocked all of them to their feet and shocking several of them. Many yelled out in fear, several cussed, and the rest screamed out in pain from being shocked or having rocks or bikes fall on them. Hondo fell to one knee as red tendrils of what looked like electricity ran up and down his body, causing him to jerk violently and groan in pain. They stopped after a bit and he stayed on his knee panting for air. He heard the groans of men and women around him, which told him that most were alive and he had to act again before they did. “Someone get that bastard!” A voice yelled, but it was not one of the Russians. “You get him!” another yelled. “Help, I’m stuck!” someone cried. “I need a medic!” yelled another “You vill pay, Sackett!” someone else yelled angrily. Hondo tried to stand but his muscles hurt too bad, as if he had overexerted himself and was dehydrated. He gritted his teeth and twisted the crystal again. “Raven, please be in the right place.” He muttered to himself. He tensed up and pushed down on the crystal again, and as the people around him looked on, they saw him vanish in a ball of blue light with red sparks. Short of the ship, in an empty dry-dock bay, Hondo reappeared in a flash of red sparking light streaked with blue hues. His body shuttered violently for a moment and then relaxed. He tried to push himself up from kneeling, but he felt too dizzy and weak. He felt his vision fading as he wavered and fell forward barely catching himself with one hand. He swayed and shook as he tried to cling onto consciousness, but it was fading. In the distance he heard voices and saw lights of a vehicle coming his way. He pushed all his conscious thought into making his cane disappear and then everything went dark and he fell on his face in the dirt. A jeep stopped not far from Hondo and three men with rifles jumped out and stood over his body. Another followed them, with a cruel smile on his face. “Finally, ve got Sackett!” Hedeon said with glee. A fifth figure walked up to join him. His beady red eyes twinkled with delight. “And he managed to hide his cane from us. Glorious! I will have so much fun getting it from him!” Professor Zucker replied happily. Hedeon turned to the men and pointed at Hondo’s limp body. “Put him in truck! Ve take him to facility now!” He barked. The three men slung their rifles over their shoulders and threw Hondo’s body into the back. The professor pulled a small leather back from his pocket and pulled a capped, filled syringe and needle from it. He injected it into Hondo arm and then nodded approvingly. “That will keep him out for a while.” He replied with a grin. The stowed the syringe away and hopped back into the jeep. Hedeon then started the engine, put the jeep in gear, and roared out of town on the eastern road. -,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,- Raven made her way to the ship as fast as she could, trying to hurry, but her injuries making things slow. As she approached the ship, the fight started and the docks erupted into chaos. She glanced at the port-hole window, but knew she’d never make it in this shape. She crept along further and got close to the gangway, but there were Russians standing there, and she knew she would never get past them. She looked around desperately for a minute, trying to find a different way in. “Look! Sackett!” One of the Russians on deck yelled. She turned to look as she saw him swing on a motorcycle, with his cane in hand, and roar off down the docks. The chaos only got worse from there as a couple of the Russians ran down and grabbed dirk-bikes of their own and raced away, being joined by a couple of more who were not much farther away. But they did not all give chase. She watched as the others, more slowly and methodically grabbed bags and such and headed to a jeep. The larger, possibly wessen, Russian turned to one of his men and spoke. “Boris, you and Yana vait for others. You go with ship. Ve vill meet in this Chinatown later.” Hedeon said. “Da.” Boris replied. Hedeon nodded, grabbed up a bag and threw it in the jeep, while Boris walked off to inform Yana that they were staying. Raven watched as Hedeon talked to Boris and then made his way to the jeep. None of them seemed to be in a hurry to leave, but they all gathered around the scree they had been watching, waiting for activity. She looked back after a moment and saw Boris had moved away from the gangway. She glanced around hurriedly and then limped quickly up the gangway and into the Plump Baroness. Once inside it was slow going again. Though the fight outside was still on going it was dying down, so the hands were making ready to take off and bustled busily as they moved through the corridors randomly. She moved carefully, as her movements were not as swift and smooth as they had been before. It took her several minutes but she finally made her way into the large cargo hold. She looked around warily, but saw and heard no one. She breathed a sigh of relief and took a deep breath and readied herself to change back. As she stretched out and her body started to revert to her human-like form, a pain shot through her chest. She fell to her side and hugged her chest as she tried not to cry out in pain. The pain resided after a moment and she clawed at her choker. She pulled it off and pulled the crystal pendant from its pocket and looked at it in her furry hand. The blue like in the crystal seemed to pulse a bit as red sparks leaps from it then faded. She looked at it for a moment before she noticed her hand was furry. She looked down at herself as a wave of horror swept over her. The shocking pain had kept her from fully changing and now she looked more like an anthropomorphic cat, than she did a woman. Panic filled her body as she looked at herself. It had been a long time since this had happened but Hondo had been there with her. She tried to speak but no words came out, only a raspy meow. As she tried to think the pendant sparked again and she dropped to the floor and cried out as the pain hit her. The spasms of pain run up her arm and through her chest, causing her bad arm and cracked ribs to radiate excruciating pain as her muscles spasmed involuntarily. As it stopped she lay on the floor panting. She looked at the pendent still clutched in her hand and watched as the red sparks faded and the light pulsed. As she watched the blue light got bright then dimmed down until it was almost barely visible. She sat up quickly and stared at it in disbelief. She looked around to make sure he wasn’t there but she saw nothing. The pounding of feet drawing near took her attention away for a moment and she scrambled to the container. It took her three tried to get the tumbler to unlock the door as she was hurrying and her hands shook. She finally got it though, got inside and locked the door behind her just as she heard the door to the room be thrown fully open and men rush in. “I don’t see anyone.” A voice said “I swear I heard a scream come from here. Sounded like a mix between a woman and an animal!” A second said. “And you were too chicken to go look alone?” a third replied “You guys would have got someone too! It was haunting and almost unearthly! It sounded like some creature crying out in pain, fear and sorrow!” The second emphasized. “You’re nuts!” The third replied. “Honest guys! I heard it!” The second replied. “You’re just tired and have been away from home too long. Come on, once we take off we’ll grab a drink.” The first said. “Alright but… I swear I heard it.” The second said nervously. “Come on, ya #$@!ing old woman, and let your imagination rest.” The third said “You’re a #$@!ing lousy friend, you know that!” The second responded. The door shut and the footsteps faded as Raven leaned against the wall panting and trying not to cry. She looked down at the pendant, which had brightened a little, but was not even half as bright as usual. She got down on the floor and stretched out, trying to change one way or the other. Her arm throbbed and her ribs send waves of pain through her as she tried, but try as she might she could not change back either way. After several tries she fell onto her good side and panted as she stared at the pendant. As she lay there she heard the roar of the engines and felt the jostle of the ship as it started to take off, but Hondo had not shown up. Tears started to flow from her eyes and before long she could not hold it back any longer, and she started to full on sob. If anyone had heard them, they would have known the sound of a heart breaking, as the heart-rending sobs issued forth from her being. How long she sobbed she did not know but sometime in the night she ran out of energy to sob, then out of tears to cry, and before much longer fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. As she fell asleep these questions ran through her mind, “My love, where are you? How did I fail you? How can I survive like this? Please don’t leave me….” (to be continued… )
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