Chapter 7

Several days later while out shopping WEUSALL thought to me that a female was being attacked in the alley we were walking past.

I stopped, checked the entrance to the alley and strode into it determinedly. The others all followed me, with the girls asking where I was going.

“A woman is in trouble,” I said, as I hurried farther into the alley, where I could see a man standing over a young-looking girl.

The guy was about 5’10” and around 200 lbs., Russian-looking, short dark hair, very pale skin, short beard, and moustache; the woman was actually a girl looking about 14 years old, with pale-blonde braided hair down to her butt, 5’6”, 34b-30-34, and maybe a 100 lbs. soaking wet and holding a couple of bricks.

She was slowly getting up off the ground and the guy looked like he was going to hit her again, as she wasn’t staying down.

I yelled for him to stop, but he turned and said “Staa outta dis business for doo vill be soree”, then he saw I was not alone and in fact had three big bodyguards with me, so he decided to pull a pistol.

Bad idea.

WEUSALL yanked the pistol from his hand before he could even get it pointed in my direction.

The pistol floated through the air towards me. I easily caught the pistol and immediately handed it to Salt, while Pepper and Spice began educating the guy on the consequential results of his behavior.

Tia and ReAne ran to the girl and helped her get up and away from the re-education process that was going on around them.

I saw her first look terrified, and then smile, as she saw I was not with her assailant.

I asked the girl if broken legs and both arms dislocated would be enough punishment for the guy?

She looked at me and nodded happily, yes.

So, I told Pepper and Spice to break both legs, one above the knee, the other below the knee; then dislocate an elbow on one arm, shoulder on the other, and for themselves to decide which arm and leg was to be treated which way. This got me smiles from both guys.

ReAne and Tia were walking the girl back out of the alley as Salt and I caught up with them.

I was introduced to Kairi Oja. She was from a small farm just north of Parnu, in Estonia. She was not 14 as I had guessed, but actually 16 years old. She had been smuggled unwillingly into the U.S. some time ago by a frightening group of foreigners, because her father had died owing money to bad people and she was taken from the family in exchange for the money owed.

She managed to escape from the men, while they were arguing over who was going to be first with her. Someone had said they were going to film her being taken by them. Boris (no less, Russian, or not) had just chased her into the alley and knocked her down when we showed up and spoiled his plans.

The others of his group had gone in different directions looking for her. I asked how many there were and she guessed at 5 others, but there might be more she had not seen. I asked if she could take me back to the place she had run from?

Kairi got a panicked look in her eyes, before realizing that I wanted to hurt the men that were to be found there. But she still asked if I was going to take her back or hurt the men?

I smiled saying to her, “Hurt is not exactly what I had planned. It is something much worse, but I am not going to kill anyone, as that would be getting off too easy.”

She absorbed this statement carefully, then smiled as she saw the point.

Kairi began walking toward warehouses several blocks away. I told Salt to send the other two for the cars and then catch up to us.

He gave me a puzzled look before WEUSALL informed me that WEUSALL had already instructed the other two to get the cars and meet us at the warehouse buildings.

I realized I needed to get familiar with everyone’s mind being connected.

When Kairi stopped across from the warehouse she had run away from, and pointed it out, I could see two men going inside. Both looked similar to Boris; one was blond and the other was dark haired.