The Island.     Part.1.     
By ANTMAN



Igor Rutzin glanced back from the chugging launch to the view of the
receding city of Sebastopol. The lights of the city shone bright in the
dusk, as the boat bobbed it's way across the Bay.
Rutzin, the head of the Crimean Mafia, looked back at his companion in
the launch. "How long is it to the Island?" he asked the man at the
wheel. "Two and a half hours" was the murmured reply, as the man peered
into the compass.
The Mafia man settled back in his seat, and lit a Black Russian
cigarette.He studied the back of the balding man in front of him. A phone
call from an associate of his had informed him of an island where
assassins could be hired. Rutzin could not buy off the Police in
Sebastopol, and his men were always being harried and arrested by the
elite squads. The man driving the boat was an employee of the owner of
the Island, and kept tight lipped throughout the journey.
Finally, a small dark shape loomed out of the gloom, and the boat steered
towards it. Rutzin looked closely, but could discern no landing dock. The
boat chugged on, and then the Mafia man saw a small cave opening, about
four feet square. As the boat slowed and reached it, the steersman
said.."Watch your head Comrade". Rutzin ducked low, as the boat entered
the small cavern.He sat up again, as in the dark, the boat carried on.
Suddenly, it appeared into a large cavern, brightly lit, and with a
landing stage at the end.
As the man killed the engine, and the boat slowed and stopped at the
stage, a door in the wall slid open and Rutzin stared amazed at the sight
of a tall, shapely dark haired girl, dressed in a black leotard, who
stood leaning on the wall, with her arms crossed under her shapely bosom,
a smile of welcome on her wide full lips.
"Come with me please " her words fairly purred out of her, and the Mafia
man stood and stepped carefully onto the wooden planking. As he strode
towards her, the motor launch spluttered into life again, and Rutzin
turned to watch the boat disappearing into the tunnel again.
Turning back to the girl, she crooked a finger at him, and turned into
the doorway. The man followed her and they entered a corridor, covered in
wood panelling, and with closed doors along it's length. As the man
followed the girl, admiring the swaying hips tightly enclosed in the
black lycra, from behind the doors came the deep groans of males and the
shrill shrieks of girls. As they passed one door, he heard one male voice
desperately screaming for help, and an accompanying laugh from a girl.
They reached the end of the corridor, and the girl knocked on the door
facing them. "Come In", said a gruff voice, and the girl opened the door
and said.."Mr. Rutzin is here sir". The girl stood back and her long hair
was tossed over her shoulder, as she smiled at the man. "Go in please".
She smiled and stood aside to allow Rutzin to enter.
The Mafia man entered the panelled room, and the man behind the desk
stood and stretched out a hand. He was about thirty five, and tall, with
dark hair and a drooping moustache. "Ah, Mr. Rutzin..sit down do". Rutzin
sat in the chair opposite his host, and glanced round the room. The walls
were covered in large photos. Each one showed a man held in judo holds
and grips by teenage girls. The girls were all dressed alike in black
leotards and were sometimes in pairs, sometimes singly holding,
strangling, and paralysing their male opponents.
"Ah!," said the man opposite Rutzin, leaning back in his leather
chair.."You have noticed my young ladies". "Mr?" enquired Rutzin..."Just
call me Leonard", said the man smiling, and showing a gold front tooth.
Rutzin continued.."Leonard. Are all your Assassins young girls..Is this
wise?"
The man chuckled deeply. " You would think them too weak..too young..too
feminine". He glanced up at one of them and nodded towards it..."That is
Ira". Rutzin glanced up at the girl, with long blonde hair pulled back in
a tight pony tail. She had a man's arm pulled up between her thighs, and
locked tight against her body. One leg was bent, the foot pressed against
a man's body, the other leg straight and taut, the back of the knee
pressing against the man's throat, pinning his head to the mat covered
floor.
"Guess how old she is" the man inquired.. Rutzin looked at the small
face, her snub nose and big blue eyes . Her expression was one of
exultation as he saw the agonised expression of the man's face under her
leg. Sat around the pair, was a group of similarly dressed teenagers,
with rapt and excited expressions on their young faces, as they watched
the girl, Ira, obviously torture the man.
Rutzin shook his head..."Sixteen ?" he guessed. Leonard laughed.."No,
fourteen" he smiled at the amazed expression on the Mafia man's face.
" The girls here, are orphans, with no hope of any prospects here in the
Crimea. I train them and give them a purpose to their lives.They are hard
girls, with little sentiment or mercy in them. They have survived by
their wits, strengths and skills. I have merely channelled their
anger,and hate against men, and institutions, and given them training for
them to use their naturally strong young bodies to be used as weapons. A
man, naturally is charmed by young girls, and even if the man's training
arms him against their feminine wiles, he is unable to comprehend, until
it is too late, that these lovely young things have the skills to disarm,
disable and even kill him".
" I would like to see proof, before I bring out my check book" said
Rutzin. "Yes, of course" replied Leonard...Please come with me". He stood
and continued.."I got the idea from a report in the Newspaper about a
certain school in England, that trained Schoolgirl Assassins against
criminals. I simply turned the idea around..to help criminals against the
injustices of the establishment. We have been very successful. One young
girl, at the moment, has been adopted by a rich Judge, and we await her
successful assassination of him. Right, follow me, and believe your own
eyes. " Rutzin stood and followed Leonard out of the room and into the
corridor of the cave..........
                End of Part One