Unbound (The Dominator 3)

“I can’t tell you that,” Zack shrugged.

“I need this stuff,” I told him, handing him a piece of paper with a list of items, “Can you get me this stuff right now?”

“You making a bomb?” Zack asked.

I smiled.

Angel’s eyes went wide.

“I can get you this stuff in an hour.”

“This is why we pay you the big bucks,” I said.

Tommy and Tia arrived then, with Nino and Tino.

We put the girls in the adjoining bedroom and shut the door and sat and worked on the plan. But the girls kept finding excuses to come out so we didn’t send them back and before long, they were listening, adding their two cents.

Nino and Tino wanted to be part of the ground crew. They’d help get the slaves out, the partners and members segregated some place where we could make them hurt.

Two hours later, Angel and I met the security guard who brought Truly to us.

She got out of a car after her guard opened her door. He was a tall Asian bodybuilder type. Two seconds after he shut her door, one of Zack’s employees stepped up behind him and stuck a syringe in his neck. The big guy went down like a tree falling, and we put him in a van and he was being taken off to be interrogated.

Truly stood there, dumbfounded, her long curly red hair tamed in a demure headband. She was dressed in a sundress similar to the dress I first saw my angel in. She looked a bit shell shocked.

“You’re okay,” I told her, “We’re here to help.” I passed her my cell phone. Lisa was on the other end.

She held the phone to her ear, looking more than shell shocked.

“Hello?”

After intently listening for a minute, a big smile spread across her face.

She passed me my phone and threw her arms around Angel, a huge smile on her face, tears in her eyes. Then she stopped, pressed her hands down in a calming gesture, “I can process all these feelings I’m having later. Let’s fucking do this first!”

It was astounding to me how differently people could react in the identical situation. Angel said this girl had spent ten years in that joint and she looked 100% whole instead of broken. She was immediately ready to roll with helping us take them down.

She went back to the motel with us and we sat and mapped out the rest of our plan together, Truly giving us very usable information and drawing out a rough but helpful map of every single nook and cranny of the place. Zack’s people stayed in touch with Kruna through the guard’s cell phone once or twice to make sure he wasn’t missed and that nothing was amiss.

The hacker Alessandro had sent over carefully worked to temporarily block Angel and Truly’s trackers but in a way that wouldn’t trigger an alert to the Kruna tracking server.

Truly had been into computers, so she talked to him about the system. She also talked to Nino and Tino more about the Kruna layout with some helpful information about camera angles, a peg board with keys and how they might access it, as well as details about the location of the main circuit boards. The hacker, a younger Irish guy named Jonas, was going to put a block over the area to prevent phone and Wi-Fi signals.

The plan: a small explosion gets everyone outside. Slaves are in one section, members, partners, and staff in another.

We get the slaves out and to a secure location.

Our security strongrms partners and members and staff into those basement shower stalls in the area used to break new slaves.

And then I blow the fucking place up remotely.

“You gonna go there first and tell them what you think of them?” Tia asked when we’d gone over the plan with everyone involved in the room.

“Nope,” I said, “Know why?”

“Why?” Tia looked surprised.

“I don’t need to get near there and create any chance in the world that things will go wrong, that I won’t get back to my wife. I won’t risk that. I will do one thing, though.”