Man Hunting 26 - The Real Fight Begins

The two women screamed in pain and rage as Rebecca and Tori grappled on the gym mats. Amy watched intently as the two sweaty women slashed at each other with knives. They were blunted but still metal and Rebecca had numerous small bruises and welts to prove her inferiority to Tori in this realm. Rebecca was tired and humiliated and Tori was about to call the training for the evening. It was late and the empty gym was cold and uncomfortable.

"Enough." Tori yelled as she again held the point of her blade to Rebecca's throat.

"Fuck, I'll never get this." Rebecca was furious.

"Nah, you're just up against someone who knows what she's doing. Go up against man that isn't a SEAL or SAS and you'll carve him up. But you still need to keep up with it." Amy admonished and tossed her a towel.

"So, we have a problem." Tori wiped her face with the towel.

"Really? Are you ready to have her here?" Amy motioned to Rebecca.

"You can trust me. I killed a dude to prove it!" Rebecca was indignant.

"Big fucking deal, you'd have paid us to get your courage up." Amy shot back blandly.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Rebecca took a step toward her.

"Oh shut up. She's fine. But we may not be." Tori drank some water.

"Now what? The Russians looking for some more juice?"

"You heard what happened at that bodybuilding show right?"

"Yea, so?"

"There's someone out to get us, or discredit us or whatever. I can't say who, but there's been seven instances we know of in the last three weeks. Mostly overseas but two in the States, just not by here."

"What kind of incidents?" Rebecca was suddenly apprehensive.

"We have a new product as you know. Right in the balls. Turns them into lifelong junkies in weeks. That got developed recently. The other shit we give out has been going for decades. And what we have is worth billions to anyone who wants it."

"So, we own it, and the guys in Asia and Russia are getting a cut. Once it's safe to send it over, they know they'll be making bank." Amy shrugged.

"They were taking samples from the guys. Now in Thailand there were two women, one described as hugely muscular with big tits. They held down three of our guys on the beach and forced them at gunpoint to jack off. Two couldn't finish and one could. They shot all three in the head and cut the junk off of the one who finished. The whole package, testicles and everything."

"So? You don't know what the other bosses are authorizing?" Amy still did not seem impressed.

"I know what they didn't and we don't go to public places and mutilate them. You know that. Anyway, one of the cops on the payroll was apparently coming out of training and starting tailing 'somoene' and followed them under an overpass. No doubt someone who knew he was one of ours. She took him out quick, snapped his neck. This was a trained guy so this wasn't a random crime. Dead cop under the overpass, gun and everything left behind. Just a message. Now we have the police in California hunting a cop killer and they'll figure out it was a woman and look for us. Worse yet, earring in his left hand. Most likely a woman's. As if we'd be so sloppy."

"Shit, that's not good." Amy was coming around, Rebecca still stayed quiet.

"Then at a college out east, we had a football player we were working apparently. He was found dead covered in cum in the visiting girls locker room. No sign of foul play. Heart attack, which we know is what happens when you overdose them. Thing is, his buddy was in the shower room and he wasn't one of ours. Dead too, same way. Not a coincidence."

"Wait, so someone is killing these guys with your drugs too?" Rebecca asked.

"That time yes. We don't usually give high doses to college guys. They want them but their bodies are just bursting with test so it's hard to get a good result and we need that to keep them under control. These were experiments of ours. In this case though, we think they used something new that's why they took two. It was either something they got both of them to ingest or I'm thinking a new way of getting it through the skin."

"Remember the airborne stuff we talked about. Sounds like someone is perfecting that." Amy added.

"Yea, could be. But anyway, less than an hour later, a wrestler at a nearby school gets lured into some empty room before practice and they stabbed him right through the throat. Executed on the table in a pool of blood. Not our style. Both times though it sounds like security footage got pics of women coming and going in, let's say provocative clothing. No faces though." Tori put her hand on her hip.

"They're setting us up. But why?" Amy was now alarmed.

"It gets worse. A lot worse. Next day there's some National Guard drilling going on, nowhere near any of the others. Tranquilizer darts into three soldiers. Officer gets hit first, he lives to tell about it. Big soldier, one of ours, gets his shit cut off and dies from blood loss. Tank driver comes out to see what's going on. Gets a hit of tranq and then gets his neck broken. So the Army is investigating now."

"Fuck!" Rebecca was clearly rattled.

"Then in Taiwan, local drug dealer calls two dirty cops because he's having issues. They find him with a messy murder scene in his room. Outside the door, one ends up with his windpipe crushed at the other is shot in the back of the head with his partners gun. The one with the broken neck has an earring in his hand. Some coincidence?"

"Well, who gives a shit about Taiwan cops?"

"Probably Big Dima in Russia because his villa in Thailand was waiting for a shipment of good shit and some other drugs. They use rich trust fund guys to do the work. The guys ended up shot dead on the beach along with four of the Russians. All trained special forces guys too. Then in the retreat, they see two women stealing the boat and while they're leaving one starts shooting at two hundred yards and drops two more of his men."

"Dima's men? He can't think we'd be so stupid." Amy was pacing.

"They get back to the houseboat and kill the three idiots still there and drive out of the bay waving to everyone making a big scene. Three women. Now his shipment is gone, his men are dead, and it's chicks doing it. What would you think? But that's still not the worst of it." Tori sat down and took some deep breaths.

"This is way deep. I just wanted to fuck with guys. What the hell are you talking about?" Rebecca nearly shouted she was so nervous.

"She's talking about we're all fucking dead!" Amy was losing her cool.

"Let me finish. Lin already knows this, she was on a showing with a suspicious woman so we may have an advantage after we tail her. But back in LA one of our gyms got ambushed after hours. They broke the neck of some guy leaving the place and carefully hid him, so they knew what they were looking for. They found the gym boss in the shower and shot him twice as he as pulling his crank. Second gym boss from another gym just happened to be there. The idiot must have gone in to check on the noise and she got the drop on him. She slashed him up pretty good but left him alive. She cut off the other guys stuff and left. He gave a description to the cops before he died, I'm sure it wasn't accurate."

"What the fuck are they doing this for? You said these guys were valuable property." Rebecca demanded.

"Yea, valuable to us. Not valuable to anyone who wants to get into the business." Amy shot back.

"Okay, so now for the really bad news." Tori shrunk.

"There's worse news?" Amy flung her hands in the air.

"There was some sort of competitive thing in Macau. Apparently one of Dima's sons is hooked on our stuff and goes to these things to compete and throws his billionaire dad's money around..."

"And?!?" Amy demanded.

"He and his buddy were found stabbed to death in a hot tub and his friend had his pants down and a fresh load on his stomach like he had just had some sort of sexual act done. A worker says two women, one a very muscular one paid him to let them in."

"Oh my god! We're fucked." Amy sat on the floor and held her head.

"It's not good. We are low priority though. The organization might have a problem though. We just need to wait for instructions." Tori walked over and tried to console her.

"Instructions? You're saying that if they figure out who we are it isn't prison, it's some international crime ring after us."

"Well, they're going to send us some new weapons and we've got the upper hand with the men for now. The police is a problem, the military not so much yet, the Russian crime families will need someone to convince them but the Chinese and Japanese could be the real problem if they're behind this. It's drugs, prostitution and extortion Rebecca. Just because it's different who we victimize it doesn't change the way business is done."

"What do we do now?" Rebecca was pale and quiet.

"Right now, we need to protect the assets we have. We will keep a lower profile. Problem is that if I can guess what I'd do if I was starting this war, I'd get the men to try and fight back. They're weak, but they may try something so be ready for that."

"The guys will fight back? Don't they just die if we crush their shit?" Rebecca was indignant.

"Well, some do. They don't know that. And they outnumber us. So this may be your chance. I don't know how long this will go on, but we may need to start exterminating them."

"Fine, but I'm not going to jail..."

"Nobody is." Amy cut her off.

"Right now, we keep doing what we're doing until the bosses tell us otherwise."

"Fuck the bosses, whatever that means." Rebecca replied.

"They'll drop you in a second honey so just go along with it. We keep doing what we're doing, and we keep extra eyes out. I've gotta go though and meet with Lin about this woman. Just get yourselves ready for a fight okay?" Tori cut off the conversation and left.

Amy and Rebecca went to the locker room to clean up. Before the door even closed, Amy had Rebecca in a firm wrestling hold and crushed her against a locker.

"What the fuck?" Rebecca demanded.

"You heard too much. So I'm going to put a big punctuation mark on that conversation." Amy flicked out a switchblade.

"You're going to kill me?" Rebecca forced out the words.

"I hope not, but this isn't training." Amy gave Rebecca a tiny cut under her ear and Rebecca screamed a little.

"What the hell do you want?"

"For you to realize I'll take your blood if you do anything to hurt us." Amy waved the knife in Rebecca's face.

"Why would I do that? You've got me sucked into this. I'll do what you tell me."

"Until you get a better offer. If you get a call from them to just start wiping out guys for the other side, I think you'll take it." Amy let her free.

"I hadn't thought about it. But why not, why don't you?" Rebecca wiped her neck.

"We're in this, they know us. Anything we know is dangerous. But I know I'm sticking with the winners and if you try to defect and hurt us, I'll know. I just want you to know that."

"You're a psycho. I'll do what's best for me. And if not getting killed by you is best for me, then you win. I have no idea what you people do to each other anyway, I thought women stuck together in your organization."

"Yea, we do. But someone isn't. I knew from the beginning you'd be a good killer but a bad handler. You need to still give some guys what they want and get used to it. You'll have plenty of chances to kill. And I'll kill you if you go to them."

"What if they figure out who I am and come to me and I tell you."

"I like how you think. You're willing to do that?"

"I have no idea. I might be dead tonight because some apparently giant Russian woman killed me." Rebecca was getting undressed for the shower and clearly done with the conversation.

"You're good. Don't fuck us and we will protect you. The organization has some very interesting ways of dealing with men and if that's what they're sending after us, we will be fine." Amy's demeanor changed instantly and she turned away and started to change clothes.