Crisis Four (Nick Stone 02) by Andy Mcnab

Author:Andy Mcnab
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Transworld Digital
Published: 2008-10-01T23:00:00+00:00

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I moved towards her, Tazer in my left hand, pistol in my right, torch in my mouth, adjusting my head to keep the beam pointing into her face. The sound of the rain hitting the window was louder than my footsteps.

She started to turn, and her eyes reacted to the light as I moved the final pace, dropped the pistol on the bed, then smacked my open hand over her mouth. She gave a muffled scream and fought against me and her mouthful of bloodstained glove. The torch got knocked sideways, scraping against my teeth, as she thrashed about. I heard the pistol fall off the bed and onto the floor. I hit the Tazer’s ‘on’ button and her eyes widened as she saw the current crackling between the metal prongs, inches from her nose. Then she hit her own ‘on’ button and began struggling so violently I thought she was having a fit.

She got the good news in her armpit. The 100,000 volts shot through her body and fucked her up big time. With her body jolting up and down, I was finding it hard to keep my hand on her mouth to dampen the scream. The bed springs sounded as if she was having sex. Five seconds later she was a rag doll, just a little groan as she fell back onto the bed. It wouldn’t last for long.

I needed the pistol. I got the torch out of my mouth and retrieved it from under the bed, shoving it into the waistband of my jeans. Next, as weak coughing told me she was starting to regain her senses, I got out the two sleeves I’d cut from my shirt. She coughed again and I looked at her. The bedclothes had been kicked off during the struggle, and she lay spread out on the mattress like a starfish, in just a white T-shirt and white knickers. Outside, the wind had come back. I could hear it thrashing the rain against the windows even more now.

With the torch back in my mouth I was soon dribbling and breathing like the Bossman downstairs. I prised open her jaw and started ramming the first sleeve into her mouth. She was just conscious enough to realize what was happening, and tried her best to resist. I had to give her another two or three seconds with the Tazer, getting my hands out of her mouth just in time as it snapped shut in the first of another series of convulsions.

When she relaxed, I stuffed in the material until it must have gone halfway down her throat. I then got the second sleeve, placed it over her mouth like a conventional gag and tied the ends tightly at the back of her neck with a double knot. There was going to be no noise from her now.

I pulled the belt from her jeans and used it to tie her hands together, front loading her. She was now ready to go and so was I – nearly.

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