ORP: Throw me a bone

Hector smiled when the little china doll took the phone. To him that meant contract was signed without reading the fine print. He had to make sure this was the safest transaction of his and her life and having Aiko determine where she would accumulate the information and make the phone call was not something he was going to chance. Too much of what he worked years for was on the line. It was not for a little sprite to bring it to an abrupt end. Walking over to an intercom on the wall, he spoke with a commanding voice. ”The package is ready to be delivered. You know how I hate procrastination, so get your butts in here now.” Two street looking thugs came into view inside his prize room. The simplicity of their black shirts, pants, and hats would make them a little hard to point out after what Hector had planned. Each one walked and stood on both ends of Aiko just like she had arrived.

”Now my dear, I can’t have you going to just any flimsy ramsy pamsy motel or whatever, so,” his voice continued walking up to a Victorian night stand and opening the small wooden drawer. He pulled out a small syringe already loaded with a strong sedative that would keep his location and her destination a secret. Manson continued to walk up to Aiko holding up the syringe flicking the side softly. ”I’ll just give you this small sedative and you’ll be off on your wondrous adventure to retrieve my little Christmas present. You’ll awaken in a lavish hotel of my choosing where you will begin getting what I requested.” He saw her eyes widen larger than her skull. The bonestealer couldn’t help but laugh at his dominance and the fear he had struck a chord with this little one. ”I promise you, it’s only a sedative. It will wear off in about 3 hours. That’s when the clock starts ticking, tic toc tic toc.” He nodded to one of the cronies who held out her arm as Hector injected the sleepy time inside. Then he counted, ”one, two, three… and her body went limp. Manson’s eyes widened at the quickness of the effects. ”Maybe 4 hours.”

”Take her to the location we discussed and make sure she gets all the money in that envelope. If I find that one bill was taken or one hair off her head, you will both know the meaning of bonestealer. Got it?!” Both men nodded while one put the young girl over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry position and led the way out. Hector followed closing his door to the illustrious treasures it held whistling