6-Under Control

6

Under Control

As Eisenhower approached what had at one time been the mess hall, he heard the music.  It was loud music, some kind of rap song he was certainly not familiar with, the kind of music women shake erotically to.  Ein took a deep, agitated breath.  He was not in the mood for whatever awaited him around the corner.

Ein turned into the mess hall and was confronted with exactly what he expected; The Doctor had plugged his I-Pod into the P.A. of the room, somehow, and was now blasting it through the large space, using it like an amphitheater.  He and the women had pushed tables aside to make a crude dance area.  In the center of the floor was The Doctor, surrounded by his gaggle of females all grinding and shaking their asses up against him while he moved, only slightly, while sipping at some kind of mixed drink.

Ein sighed at the display and The Doctor finally noticed him.  “Well, if it isn’t the hero of the hour!”  The doctor had to scream to be heard over the music.

The women stopped dancing and all looked over at Ein.  They then began clapping and cheering.  Ein’s frustrated face slowly turned into a surprised smile.  Six very beautiful women cheering for you tended to make it hard to frown.

The Doctor broke free of the flock as they began to go back to dancing.  He moved over to Ein, “Hell of a thing you did back there, boss!”

Ein stared in confusion, after all, forty minutes ago this man was questioning everything he did and said.

“Oh, come on,” The Doctor said, as he picked up on Ein’s Confusion.  “Don’t take that personally.  Everybody’s got their own way of looking at something.  I just wanted you to know we had options.”

Ein raised an eyebrow.  “You wanted me to throw the man overboard.”

The Doctor chuckled, “Tomato….tomato,” The Doctor pronounced it differently each time he said it.  “It’s over now, why don’t you come party!”

Ein shook his head, completely lost now.  “Do you really think it’s an a-a-appropriate time to party?”

“IT’S ALWAYS APPROPRIATE! Right Ladies?!” He turned to the women who had been watching the conversation.  They responded with a loud ‘YES!’ all in unison.

The Doctor pointed at the blondes, “Candy, why don’t you make the world’s shortest hero a drink, eh?”

She grinned and went to it.  Eisenhower frowned at The Doctor as he managed to insult Ein, yet again.

“Tiffany, Stephanie, would you be so kind as it show our captain how to dance?”

They smiled and moved over to Ein, taking his hand and arms on either shoulder.  Ein -blushed and became flustered.  “Um…er…. ladies you don’t h-have to…” He looked backward, desperately, at The Doctor who was grinning.  “Do you really think in our current sit-sit-situation we should-”

The Doctor cut him off.  “He’s tied up and locked up downstairs with a concussion and a gash in his head.  Relax, chief!”

The women started to move around him, their moves nothing but sexual.  Ein was lost and completely unable to move.  Like a deer in headlights.  He began to babble, “Hi, so you are Stephanie… and… and… you must be Tiffany… do you go to the same college that… The Doctor a-a-and I go to?”

The blonde one, suddenly dipped squatting down in front of Ein, her head coming dangerously near to his crotch, she then stood, her arms gliding up Ein’s sides.

“Not much of a dancer, huh?”  Tiffany asked as she pressed her body against his.

“I…er…um…well…” was all Ein could fumble out.

Suddenly, Stephanie pressed up against Ein’s backside, sandwiching him between her and Tiffany.  “Just move with us, baby.”  Stephanie said.

With that, Ein felt four hands on his hips.  The three started to sway in unison and Ein was on cloud nine.

*****

“So, what exactly are we looking for?” Thad asked, his voice becoming increasingly whinier as the search continued.

“I just have a hunch, alright?”  She said, as she moved to the next room and opened the hatch door.  More empty rooms.

Harriet had grabbed Thad and began a systematic search of the rig.  Cazador’s words had gotten to her and she had to confirm it.  If this Chavez person was real and he did use this place as a drop point, she would find something.  Guns, drugs, anything.  Of course, she couldn’t tell any of this to Thad because if she did she would have to tell him she snuck in to see the mercenary… and she would have to explain why.

Needless to say, some things are better left unsaid.  After all, they had found nothing so far.  It was turning out that the mercenary had been lying to gain his freedom.  Harriet had to be sure, though.

“Seriously, there is a party upstairs.  I could be getting my freak on.” Thad whined again.

Harriet stopped and took a deep breath before turning to face Thad.  “You want to go back?  Fine be my guest, but see how much tail you get.  Women tend to like men… men who don’t turn tail and run when their friends are in danger.”

There was a hard silence that followed and Thad’s face darkened.  He looked away.

Harriet’s anger melted and was replaced with regret.  “I’m sorry, Thad.  That was fair.  Anyone would have run in that situation.”

“You didn’t.”  Thad responded.  His jaw clenched as he stared down the hallway.  “Ein didn’t either.  Just me.”

“Thad… I…” Harriet tried to find the words but Thad cut her off.

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just get this done.”  Thad said, then continued down the hallway.

Harriet sighed and followed.  “We only have this wing left to do.”

Thad nodded.  “Okay.”

They reached a large door.  It wasn’t like the rest on the doors on the upper levels.  This one looked like a bulk head on a submarine.  It had an old metal crank on the front to open it.

Thad stepped forward and grabbed the crank, twisting it to open the door…

Harriet had a bad feeling about this…

****

The next four hours of Eisenhower’s life were a complete blur.  He danced with beautiful women while drinking an uncountable amount of cocktails, and all on an empty stomach.  Not a drinker, Ein was feeling the effects almost immediately.  Now, Ein was being assisted down the hall, his arm slung over the one who had offered to help him get back to his room, Eggroll.

I have got to figure out what her name is.

“Thanks f-for helping me.”  Ein said, slurring his words.

Her soft face smiled and she shook her head.  “It’s not a problem.  You looked like you needed to have some fun.”

She was perfectly spoken, no accent, which told Ein she had been born and raised in the U.S. regardless of descent.  “I’m k-k-kinda surprised you’d choose to help me instead of staying at the party.”

She smiled at him again and Ein felt a stirring deep inside himself.  She had a kindness to her that Ein hadn’t noticed before.  It was hard to notice certain things while The Doctor was around.

“The Doctor is… well… something else,” she said.

Ein scuffed, “Yeah he’s something alright… I-I-I… have a few choice words for him.”

She raised her eyebrow, “He knows how to have fun, and everybody needs some fun.”

Ein suddenly felt bad.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to insult your… um…”

She laughed.  “My, what?  He’s just a friend of a friend.  I’m here with Stephanie, and honestly between you and me I don’t think he remembers my name.”

You have no idea

“What is your name?”  Ein asked, as they got to his room.

“My name is Kim.”  She said, with a smile.

Kim?  Really?

“Well it… it… it… it’s nice to meet you Kim,”  Ein said, and extended his hand.

“The pleasure is mine, Eisenhower.”  She said, and bent slightly to kiss his cheek.  “And I think it’s really brave, what you did.”

She turned and walked down the hall.  Ein touched his cheek and smiled.

Today, he was six feet tall.

****

Harriet and Thad stared at the room as the lights flickered on.  It was some kind of large hold, stainless steel walls with no widows.  “What the fuck…”

Harriet stepped into the room.  “This is going to be a problem.”

The room was stocked to the brim with boxes; large crates, the kind you would find on cargo boats that you move with forklifts.  The lids of the boxes were missing, and inside each where one of two things.  Half of them had tightly packed brown paper bags filled with, what could only be, some kind of narcotic.  The other half of the boxes were full to the brim with every type of machine gun that Harriet could imagine.

Thad turned to Harriet, “This is what you were looking for?  What the hell is this, Harriet?”

“This?” Harriet responded frowning, “This is the worst case scenario.”

TO BE CONTIUED…