Chapter 114

Flashback – Masha – The mission

As we were driving to the bar, the neighborhood changed to what I can only imagined would be called a ghetto. I could not believe that Louise went to this bar in this neighborhood. We arrived at the bar where the driver asked again, “Miss, are you sure you want to stop here?”

I knew that I had to stop the animal so I replied, “Yes I do. How much do I owe you?”

The driver said, “Twenty dollars.”

I was slightly shocked at the cost, but this was America and everything seemed to cost more. I pulled a twenty dollar bill out of my purse and handed it to him. He offered, “If you need me, I will come back for you.”

I smiled at him and said, “Thank you, I might like that.”

He handed me a card with his phone number on it, and said, “Just call me if you need me.”

I got out of the taxi then he headed off and I walked toward the door of this wretched establishment. I opened the door and was shocked by the terrible smell that emanated from this place. I walked inside as many people stopped talking and looked at me.

I glanced around the room where it was easy to identify the долбо еб who raped Louise. I continued to scan the room and was shocked by one person that I saw. The долбо еб began to move toward me but before I let him get close I walked over to the bar and took a seat beside the man I recognized. He was equally shocked when he saw me, leaned close to me and asked, “What in the hell are you doing here?”

I smiled at him, made sure he noticed my head movement in the mirror of the bar and said, “That animal looking at my derriere tortured and raped my new housemate, Louise.”

In typical police fashion he asked, “Don’t tell me - you’re here to kill him. He’s the one we are assigned to watch.”

I smiled at him and agreeably said, “Very well, I won’t disclose that.”

I got up from the bar, walked to a table and it didn’t take long until the долбо еб came over to my table. He smoothly offered, “Could I buy you a drink?”

I flirted a little with him and said, “Thank you but only one. If I drink too much I get sleepy.”

He asked, “What’s your favorite drink?”

I replied, “Vodka on the rocks.”

He offered, “I will get you one from the bar. I like your accent, where are you from?”

I flirted a little more and answered, “Thank you I am from Russia.”

He went to the bar and it didn’t take very long. He came back with two drinks and set mine in front of me. He asked, “Have you been in America long?”

I pretended to play with the ice cubes in my drink but what I was really doing was testing the drink with my fingernail polish to see if it contained drugs. The test came back positive so Louise was right, the bartender was in on this too. I replied, “No, not long at all.”

He smiled and said, “Bottoms up”, then finished his drink.

I put the drink up to my lips, faked tasting it, made a terrible face and complained, “This American vodka is not drinkable.”

He looked disappointed and offered, “Let me see if they have any Russian vodka at the bar.”

He walked to the far end of the bar to get another drink. I took my drink, sat beside the nice policeman from my neighborhood, placed the glass on the bar and whispered, “This drink was drugged, probably by the bartender.”

He said, “Thanks, I thought I saw him put something in it.”

The долбо еб walked over beside me and said, “Hey buddy, are you trying to take my woman?”

The policeman said, “Nope, she came over and started talking to me.”

The долбо еб said, “Miss, the bartender did have some Russian vodka, so here’s a new glass. Now why don’t you come back to the table with me?”

He actually took my arm and led me back to the table. We sat at the table where I once again began playing with the ice to test the drink. Yes, it was drugged just as before.

I pretended to taste the vodka and remarked, “Now this is much better vodka. What’s the term you used before? Oh yes, bottoms up.”

He tipped his drink back and while he was busy looking at the ceiling, I dumped my drink on the floor, making sure to hold the ice in the glass with my hand. Then I teased, “You know the real men in Russia only drink vodka.”

He excitedly said, “I’ll get us a couple more vodkas.”

I reminded him, “Make sure it’s the Russian vodka.”

As he went to the bar, I again got up, sat by the policeman and said, “That drink was also drugged.”

He complimented me, “Nice job dumping it on the floor, he never noticed.”

I walked back to the table as the долбо еб showed up with two glasses of vodka. I made sure to watch which one he sat in front of me, then I faked some distress, “I do not feel well. Where is the ladies room?”

He offered, “It’s in the back, I can help you walk there.”

I pretended to slur my speech, “That would be nice of you.”

He helped me up, I pretended to stumble a little then the долбо еб puts his arm around me and began to lead me to the back. I also noticed the bartender who started to come out from behind the bar. He walked me back into what is obviously a storage room. I pretended to be drugged and asked, “Where’s the toilet in here?”

He roughly pushed me on a dirty mattress on the floor and growled, “It’s time to teach a Russian bitch how we do things in America.”

I bounced up off the mattress and yelled, “Help rape!” Then I began to use all my Krav Maga training on him and the bartender.”

The friendly policeman from my neighborhood broke down the door just in time to see me knock both of them out. He laughed then three other policemen rushed in and he said, “Let me introduce you to my friend Masha. You might recognize her as the woman who took down the bus gangs.”

One of them asked, “What were you doing here tonight?”

I pulled the dagger out of my left boot and replied, “A good friend of mine was raped by this долбо еб and I was here to exact some revenge.”

The friendly policeman said, “Well, there’s no reason to do that now since we have all the evidence we need to put these two away. I saved the first drink you left on the bar as evidence.”

I replied, “According to my friend there were more than just these two. Plus they had videos of the crimes.”

One officer said, “Ma’am I’m the Sgt. here and we will get to the bottom of this and find the others. Do you think your friend will testify in court?”

I replied, “I am certain she will. This долбо еб has been torturing her for years and even threatened to kill the daughter he forced upon her.”

The Sgt. said, “Are you saying he fathered a child with your friend?”

I replied, “He certainly did.”

He said, “Good that gives us DNA evidence that we can also use. Ma’am we are thankful for your assistance tonight but you really should leave matters like this to the police department.”

I asked, “So if I had not been here tonight, how would you have caught these немые трахает?”

The friendly policeman said, “She’s right Sarge. We didn’t have a female on the staff who would take the job. Now come on Masha, the patrol cars will show up and I can take you home.”

The Sgt. asked one more question, “How did you know the drinks were drugged?”

I held up my hands with my fingernails facing them and said, “This Russian fingernail polish changes color when exposed to any adulterated drink.”

The friendly policeman escorted me out to a waiting patrol car where I saw the two немые трахает being loaded into another patrol car. He asked, “I don’t speak Russian so what’s that name you kept calling them?”

I blushed and replied, “Dumb fucks.”

The policeman pulled into my driveway where Louise opened the front door, ran out and asked, “Don’t tell me Masha is hurt?”

I get out of the patrol car, Louise ran to me, hugged me and said, “When I saw the police car, I thought the worst.”

The nice policeman explained, “Masha beat the holy shit out of both the guy and the bartender. Because of her we were able to arrest both of them.”

He looked at me and asked, “Masha, is this the friend you told me about?”

Masha said, “Louise I hope you don’t mind, but I somewhat related some of your story to the policemen and I told them you would testify against the долбо еб.”

Louise got a serious look on her face and said, “Hell yes I’ll testify! The bastard tortured me for years.”

He replied, “I will talk with the Sgt. and you will probably need to come down to the police station, give a statement and pick them out of a line up.”

Louise said, “Gladly, just let me know when to show up.”

He said, “Well, it’s going to be a long night of filling out paperwork for me so I need to get back to the station.”

I reminded him, “Wasn’t I supposed to have officers stationed in front of my house twenty-four hours a day?”

He confessed, “Yes Masha you were. Please don’t be angry but we’re a small department and we got pulled off the duty on your house to assist in this operation.”

I asked, “Are all the teenagers from the gang still in jail?”

He replied, “They are either in jail or dead.”

I asked for clarification, “Dead?”

He said, “That’s right, if you mess with the wrong people in jail you die. Now I really do need to get going.”

After he left Louise and I walked into the house and Louise demanded, “Masha, I want to know everything.”

We were up late as I filled in all the details...

Flashback – Ben and Jack – At the hospital

Yeah, it was good having Jack here because it took the load off me. I’m not sure how he swung it, and was sure once I signed the reenlistment papers my help would be gone, but for now I was going to enjoy it while I could.

I found George and asked, “Sir, do you mind if I take a room for myself.”

George’s reply shocked me. He sounded more like an officer every day as he chewed my ass, “Sgt. Blaine when the hell are you going to sign your reenlistment papers so we can get fucking Sgt. Reynolds out of here and things will return to normal?”

I saluted and replied, “Sir, I was going to sign them tomorrow, but have now decided against that. I am not sure when or if I will ever sign the reenlistment papers.”

George continued to act like an officer prick, “Why the hell not.”

I grinned at him and said, “Sir, permission to speak freely?”

He glared at me and replied, “Permission granted.”

I tore into him, “George, I will never sign the reenlistment papers while you’re chewing my ass about it. I thought we had become friends and had a good working relationship, but you certainly fucked that in the ass. Now I’m going to find myself a room, take a hot shower and get some sleep. Permission to leave?”

George’s mouth dropped open and he tried to save his ass, “Banzai, come on, Colonel Maggie is riding my ass about this...”

I grinned and interrupted, “ ... So you thought you could ride my ass about it? Sir, command doesn’t work that way. Colonel Maggie is supposed to give you shit about things but that shit should never work its way down to me ... While I’m thinking about it, I know from Jack that she praised the hell out of the work I am doing here, making you look really good and you never bothered to tell me about it ... And my job is to keep the men from bothering you so you can command, at which I know I’ve done exceptionally well. If things change around here, I might consider signing the reenlistment papers or I might just leave and go to work for the CIA. They offered me 200K to come and work for them. Now I’m leaving and don’t want to be bothered, especially by the fucking sex-crazed nurses.”

George explained, “Banzai, I talked to them and told them if they tried to fraternize with you they would face charges.”

I turned and said, “Well it looks like you did one thing right without my help.”

Yeah I was damn pissed off right then...

Lieutenant George found me and said, “Sgt. Reynolds, we need to talk. Why did you tell Banzai about the praise Colonel Maggie gave him?”

I sure as hell didn’t like his fucking Butterbar attitude so I replied, “Sir, I only relayed the message from Colonel Maggie. She was shocked when she found out you hadn’t passed the messages to Banzai.”