Jennifer Portman: Slave Market part 1




Jennifer Portman was an attractive woman. She had long shiny red hair, green
eyes,

and a great figure. She was a good person. She was always there for her
friends and family.

Helped anyone she could. Her life was going great, until one afternoon. She
heard a cry

coming from an allyway. "No, please, don't hurt me!" Jennifer had a sense of
justice.

Whoever was torminting that poor girl was going to pay for it. She was going
to give them a

piece of her 1st degree black belt in Shotokahn. When she arrived in the
alleyway she saw a

muscular guy grabbing at a small woman. "Please, I'll do anything you ask just
don't hurt

me!" She cried out. "Hey you!" Jennifer exclaimed. "Leave her alone! If you
want to mess

with someone, mess with me!" The guy turned and looked at her. "Well what have
we here?"

he asked mockingly. "You do look better than she does. I'll kidnap you
instead." He said

and darted towards Jennifer. "Like hell you will!" She shouted at him.
Jennifer was always

had a firey temper. As he rushed at her she threw a round kick at his face. It
connected

sending him to the ground. "Kitten has claws." He said as he got up, rubbing
his cheek.

"I like that. this is gonna be fun." He said with a malicious grin. The grin
scared

Jennifer. She saw that his guard was down so she hit him with a back fist,
ridge hand

combo. He hit the ground again. He laughed and said, "You're really spunky.
Too bad I have

to end this now." As he said that a hand came from behind and covered
Jennifers mouth and

nose. "Mmpphhh!" A slender arm was wrapped around her torso. She bucked and
kicked to try

and escape. A sweet scent entered her nose. She felt groggy. Her energy being
taken from

her by the sweet scented cloth on her face. She faught for as long as she
could, but the

cloth was winning. Her vision blurred, and then, darkness. When she awoke her
head was

pounding. She noticed that she couldn't move. Her strength was still gone from
the clothe

soaked with chloroform. She tried to move again and still couldn't. She
realized why. She

was bound and gagged. Her arms were behind her with tape wrapped around then
at her wrists.

She had tape wrapped around her torso pinning her hands to her sides.Her legs
were taped

together. She felt something in her mouth. Something on her face stopped her
from spitting

it out. "Mmmm." Is all she could manage to get out. "Hey, look who's awake."
She knew who

the guy was. Then a woman turned around and looked at Jennifer. She became
enraged when she

saw who it was. "Mmmmmphhmm!" She tried to scream in rage. It was the woman
being

"attacked" in the alleyway. "Sorry I had to set you up babe. but this is
bussiness." The

woman said. "It's almost time to start the show." She said. Jennifer was
scared and

confused. She didn't know what was going to become of her.

A curtian started to rise near her. Jennifer squirmed and bucked against her

restraints. "Mmummph!" She tried to shout but the gag was too effective. She
started to

hear voices. A light was shining on her. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the
next item up

for bid." She couldn't believe what she heard. Her, up for bid? "She has a
temper as firey

as her red hair. You'll want to keep this girl tied down. We'll start the
bidding at 2k."

She started to struggle even more. As the price went up, she started to
envision many

possible outcomes of her situation. "I hear 30k from the gentlemen in the
front row." She

thought' "This can't be happening to me." The bids kept getting higher.

It was up to 100,000. all she could do was await the outcome. She stopped

struggling. She gave up. She accepted that she wasn't getting out of this. "I
hear 120k, do

I hear 130k?" The auctioneer went on. Suddenly a voice rang out, "300,000!"
"Sold to the

lady in the back." Jennifer looked at here new owner. She was a fairly
attractive young

woman. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and very nice curves. "At least it wasn't a
perverted old

man." Jennifer thought, trying to give her self hope. Some men picked up
Jennifers bound

body and carried her to the woman's car. She was being strapped into the seat
as the woman

got into the car. "Thank you gentlemen I can take it from here." She said to
them. "Yes

ma'am." One of the men said back. She started the car and drove off. "My name
is Mina."

She introduced herself. "Mina McGrath. What is your name?" She asked. "Mmmph."
"Oh sorry,

I forgot about the gag, Let me take it off of you." She reached up with one
hand and peeled

the tape off of Jennifer's lips. She spit out the object that was in her
mouth. "A sponge?"

"Yes, the slave marketeers use them to keep their catches quiet." She
answered.

"My name is Jennifer Portman, Mina." "Call me Mistress." "Ok, Mistress." She
reached for

sponge. "Time to be quiet again, now be a good girl and open wide." Jennifer
didn't want to

fight against Mina in the car. A car wreck would make things worse. She opened
her mouth.

"You are a good girl aren't you?" Mina said. She stuffed the sponge back into
Jennifer's

mouth. She then smoothed the tape over her lips as well as she could with one
hand. "Relax

and enjoy the ride, we'll be home soon. Jennifer felt tired. She was
emotionally exhausted.

"we're home." She heard mina say. She saw a mansion. Some men came out and
unbuckled

Jennifer from the seat. "Where do you want her madam?" One of the men asked.
She'll stay in

the dungeon for tonight, make sure she's tucked in nice and tight for me." she
answered.

"Yes madam." she was taken into this room with alot of weird equipment. The
men untied her.

Jennifer ungagged herself. She was too tired to try to fight these guys. "Lay
on that

table." One of the men demanded. She did as he said not wanting any trouble.
They strapped

her arms down. At her wrists, above and below her elbows, and at her
shoulders. Then her

lags. At her ankles, above abd below her knees, and her thighs. Then two
straps on her

body. Above and below her breasts. She could only move her head now, but that
wouldn't be

long. "open up." She did as she was told. A strap went over her mouth as a
ball went into

it. Strapping her head down and gagging her at the same time. Then a trap went
over her

eyes putting her into darkness. she couldn't move at all now. All she could do
was wait.

Jennifer's eyes flutter open and her mind is lost in a haze. Many thoughts run
through her mind. She thinks back

on the events that had befallen her. A woman's scream. Her heart poinding as
she sees the situation through her window.

Heroically rushing to save the woman in danger. Adrenaline pumping through her
veins as she tussles with the big guy that

was attacking the woman. The sweet smelling cloth that she had been forced to
breathe through. Being bound with silvery

tape and gagged with a sponge forced into her maw and more silvery tape
sealing her lips. Then she was bought, by a

beautiful and veluptuous woman. Mina. Her name was Mina, McGrath. Jennifer was
carried into the large victorian style

mansion and led to a basement where she was strapped down, gagged, and
blind... Wait. She could see. The restraints had

been removed, along with the blindfold and gag. The redhaired woman slowly and
cautiosly gets off of the bed. This wasn't

the room that she was brought into. The dusty and grey stoned walls that she
had last seen were replaced by solid white

ones. She thought to herself, "Just what is going on?" Some one had freed her
and carried her into this nice and lavish

bedroom.

The carpeting was lush and blue in color. The drapes that covered the windows,
which had sunlight pouring in

through them, were a nice shade of light pink. The bed that she had risen from
had pure, white sheets on it. She shakes

the thoughts from her mind. A woman won't get anywhere if she just stands in
one place. Jennifer thought as she carefully steps from the

room and into a hallway, narrow with bare walls, nothing was hanging on them.
She counted her lucky stars that the blue

tank top and tan cargo shorts were still part of her attire. Jennifer lightly
tip-toed toward the the end of the hall,

which opened up into a larger room. She could see a wooden counter, painted
white, with a marble counter top placed

atop the structure. Sounds of sizzling and humming come from the room. A
delicious arome wafts through the air. She

now knew that the room was the kitchen, and that someone was in it. Those
green orbs are alight as they zip around,

to try and find any sign of someone else that may be around. Closer and
closer, she draws to the kitchen. The smell

becomes stronger and she can make out what scents are there. Grease, and
sizzling. Bacon. The person in the kitchen

was cooking bacon, and possibly eggs. Hunger rears its head and Jennifer
doesn't hesitate to walk into the kitchen.

At the stove stood the blonde, slender woman. She was dressed all in black. A
sweat shirt and matching sweat pants. Mina. She was the one humming. Jennifer
turns around slowly and starts to silently move

away from Mina. She looks back and doesn't pay attention to what is in front
of her until it is too late. She walks

into the marble counter top and yelps in surprise. That yelp had caught the
the attention of Mina. "It's about time

that you have woken up." Her voice danced through the air like soft velvet to
Jennifer's ears. Jennifer lets out a sigh

at her own failure to stay silent. "Please, sit and eat. We have things to
talk about." Mina turns off the white electric

stove with black glass top as she said it. Then she extended her arm and index
finger to point at a large, round table.

The surface was smooth with a shiny finish. The table was wooden, brown with
black swirls. Jennifer relunctantly moves

to the table to sit down.

As she sat, Mina brought over a white porcelain plate, with blue floral
patterns. On it was the bacon and eggs,

that she had smelled, and a silver fork. Jennifer looks to the blonde with a
bewildering look. She was confused to say

the least. Mina sits across from Jennifer, the table bare in front of her. "I
suppose that I should tell you why you are

here." Those blue eyes of Mina stares onto the greens of the red haired beauty
before her. "In short, I saved you. You

would have been bought by some very nasty costumers if I hadn't come." The
squeaks of Jennifer's fork on the plate echoed

in the dining room as she ate. The dining room and kitchen had no walls
between them. The were connected. Mina starts to

talk again. "I'm not who you think I am. I'm an agent of the Federal Bureau of
Investigation." Jennifer almost chokes on

her food after hearing that. "You? An FBI agent? Don't make me laugh. What
kind of an agent buys kidnapped girls?"

Jennifer scoffs at her with an annoyed look in her eyes. Mina just laughs
lightly and shakes her head. "One that is under

cover." Mina pulls something from the pocket of her sweat pants. It looks like
a leather bound wallet, black in color.

Mina opens it to reveal her agent shield and ID card. It was real alright. "I
"bought" you for a reason. I have been

undercover as a patron of an illegal slave trade auction. The very same that
you were in." Jennifer just listens now.

She doesn't know what to say. "I bought you because you seem the most capable
of the catch that was brought in, and

only a slave can get into the areas I haven't been yet. You will be paid for
your services and maybe even hired into

the bureau. What do you say?" Mina asked. Jennifer thought long and hard. She
opens her mouth to speak.

The next words to pass Jennifer's lips were "I'm

not so sure that it's a good idea for me to do this with you

Mina. I'm thankful to you, for getting me out of that mess,

but this is something that I feel that I need to do alone."

Mina sighs and shakes her head. "I see. Well we'll keep an

eye on you in case you get in over your head. Are you sure

I can't change your mind?" Mina asks, her hands flat on the

table. "I have no interest in being a good little slave girl,

for you or anyone else." Jennifer's defiant streak was so

blatently obvious that Mina stops and just nods. "Alright,

but if you get caught, and I bail you out again, you'll

have no choice but to work alongside me as my undercover

slave girl." Jennifer smiles and nods a bit. "Deal. I do owe

you for saving me and this breakfast. If you save me again,

I'll accept your offer." Jennifer wasn't enthusiastic, but

she knew that it would only be right since she was in Mina's

debt already.

After getting directions from Mina, Jennifer

decided to walk the way to the slave market building that she

was kept at. It was still early morning and the temperature

was in the sixties. Not exactly cold, but to a woman in a

tank top and cargo shorts, it would feel that way. Cars rush

by her as she walks, and a few stop that had young male

drivers offering a pretty girl a lift. She replies to them

with a simple "No thanks." and continues to walk. The market

was a few miles from Mina's place, so it didn't take long

for her to get to it. The outside was full of activity.

There were already girls chained up on the auctioning block.

Jennifer saw them as she entered. Each girl looked scared,

and one had tears streaming down her face. Each girl was

fitted with a large red ball gag that had numerous straps

wrapping their heads and faces. The girl on the right side

of the stage was fairly attractive. She was a brunette with

hair that looked to be a little over shoulder length. She

was presented in nothing but a royal blue bra with matching

panties. The cups of the bra were embroidered with white lace

and the waist band of the panties featured the same. She was

forced to stay on her knees. The chains that held her were

attaches to cuffs that were tightened around her wrists and

ankles. The two pairs of cuffs were connected in a sort of

hogtie. A spreader bar that was positioned just below her

knees insured a nice view of the "merchandise" through her

spread legs. The glare through those dark brown eyes could

kill if they had that ability. The woman looked Hispanic,

with a tan like appearance.

The other girl was the one that was crying. The

tears streak down from the corners of her beautiful green

eyes. Her hair was unruly and appeared to be a strawberry

blonde color, that seemed to be kept short, and feathered.

Her skin was pale, and slightly tanned. She was shorter than

the other girl, and less curvy. The other girl appeared to

have c-cupped breasts, while this girl had small, what seems

like a-cups. She was bound in a similar way as the Hispanic

girl. She was also stripped down to her under garments.

Pure white with pink bows nestled between the cups of her

bra and the waist band of her panties. Jennifer has to

question the age of this girl, she looks to be a minor.

The crowd, however, was buzzing with bids for the smaller

and younger looking girl. A crowd like this has to be bidding

for her because she looks the most scared of the two.

Jennifer was very upset from the sight that lay

before her. With the crowd as big as it is, and the security,

one member of the personnel standing at each exit, the way

that it is, she would do well not to start any kind of

commotion. She wished that she had taken Mina up on offer.

Her pride may get her caught again and maybe even killed this

time. She decides to turn back and walk through the door that

she came in when her heart stops at what she sees. The man

and woman that kidnapped her the first time, were smiling as

they saw her. "it seems that you escaped. Well have to fix

that little problem." The smaller woman said with a sadistic

grin. The man moves closer to Jennifer. With the crowd at her

back, her best bet would be to try and lose them in the

crowd. As the taller man moves toward her. Jennifer turns and

darts into the crowd. The excited bidders drown out the noise

of the people Jennifer pushes out of her way as she maneuvers

through the large herd of people. "SOLD!" Shouts the

announcer. The scream of the younger looking girl could be

heard over the crowd. Jennifer's mind snaps and she has one

goal now. To save that girl from whoever bought her.

Before Jennifer realizes it, she is on the stage,

and the four men that were about to carry away the young girl lay

on the floor holding various parts of them body and groaning

in pain. She had blacked out and pure instinct had taken over

before she realized what she was doing. Jennifer was the type

that wanted to help, needed to help. The scream of pure fear

that the girl emitted was enough to cause Jennifer to run to

her aid. The girl whimpers as they both get surrounded by

the guards that were posted by the exits. Jennifer curses

herself for acting before thinking. The curtain at the back

of the stage shifts and a figure steps out. It was a male.

Dark hair and eyes, and a little taller than Jennifer. The

man was wearing a suit that made him look like a businessman.

"It seems that we have an uninvited guest." The man said.

His accent was American. "You bastarmmmph." Jennifer begins

to yell bit is grabbed from behind by two guards. One twists her right arm
behind her back in trained fashion, while the other seizes her left arm and
clamps his hand over her lips. "Such language from such a pretty girl. Punish
her, and the one that she tried to save." It was clear

now, that man was the owner, and leader of this accursed

place.

Jennifer heard that the girl would be punished because of her. Images of the

girl, crying and bleeding as she was tortured, danced through her mind. Her
eyebrows

form a v shape as anger and rage take over. "MMMMMMMMMMMM!" she yells into the
hand and

starts to fight the two man holding her. The men are taken aback but manage to
hold her,though"

Jennifer is stronger in body, as well as will. "Boss, I don't think that I can
hold her.

This bitch is strong for her size." The man in the business suit steps closer
to the pale

girl and pulls a butterfly knife from his pants pocket and makes a show of
opening it by

spinning it around and around. Then, the blade presses to the younger looking
girls cheek,

her skin given a dimple by the pressure of the tip. Jennifer's struggles halt
and the

shakes her head, then looks at the floor in defeat. The man laughs and moves
the knife

down the girls body, the girl frozen in pure fear. "Are you going to go
quietly, like a

good girl, or will I have to..." The blade slices through the girls left bra
strap.

"...have to hurt this girl." The blade slices through the other bra strap.
"Her well

being lies with you." In another stroke of his knife, the girls bra falls to
the floor

and her pale breasts are exposed, her nipples small and pink in color.

A tear streaks down Jennifer's cheek as she nods her submission. "Good, prove

that you will be. Release her." The man says as he gestures with his hand by
waving it.

The strong arms that hold Jennifer release her. "Strip for us." He said as the
knife

slowly travels down the girl's belly, toward her navel. With a sigh, and
another tear,

Jennifer grasps the hem of her tank top and slowly pulls it up, and over her
head. Her

pink bra comes into view. As she reaches back, quite hesitantly, to unhook it,
she is

stopped by the dark haired man. "You may leave that on." He said, though it
was only a

small comfort. Jennifer would rather be as naked as the girl. Her caring
nature overrides

her shame, humiliation, and dignity. Soon her bra hits the floor and her
breasts are

exposed, much like the girls. Jennifer's were definitely b-cups, nice and
shapely.

Her nipples were a light reddish color. The blade of the knife is down to the
girls

panties now, the blade cutting through the waist band. The girl cries and
whimpers as

her sex becomes exposed. Jennifer's next move is clear. She unbuttons and zips
her tan

shorts and lets them drop to the floor, revealing her pink panties, though
they fall

to the floor soon enough. "Very good." He puts his knife away after closing
it.

"Bind her with the leather cuffs. Give her a pink ball gag. It will match the
underwear

that she threw away." The man grins and Jennifer just places her arms behind
her and opens

her mouth. She looks at the girl as she waits. The girl's face was wet, with
sweat, tears,

and drool seeping from the corners of her mouth, around the ball of her gag.

She feels the leather of the cuffs tighten around her wrists and sees a man

in front of her, in a guard uniform, holding the large pink ball with numerous
straps.

She closes her eyes as the ball starts to be forced into her mouth. It seems
bigger

than her opening, and is getting stopped by her teeth. She feels it pop past
her teeth,

and her jaw is stretched painfully. The first two straps are fastened tightly
behing her

head. The next two, under her chin, forcing her to clamp on the ball, her
teeth still being

in front of the ball. The next strap was two straps that become one. The two
straps are

placed on either side of her nose and meet at the top of it, then moves up to
wrap the top

of her head. Once she is ready, her and the girl are led down into the
basement. The

escorts talk amongst themselves. "I wonder what the boss has planned for their
punishment."

One of the says, another answers. "Maybe a good lashing." "No, new guy. The
boss doesn't

like physically scarring the products." Jennifer's heart sinks as she hears
the man refer

to her and the girl as mere objects. "He'll use something that will hurt them,
but not

leave any permanent marks." The guards keep talking about possible torments,
each sounding

worse than the last. They finally reach the bottom of the stairs that they
were descending

and the dark man was already there. The room was lit well enough for Jennifer
to make out

some of the things in the room. The walls were stone, and barely lit by
several candles

along them. Tables full of bondage and torture gear line them as well. "I
think that

the smaller girl will feel all of the physical pain." The dark man laughs and
takes the

girl's chin into his fingers lightly. "Release them from the cuffs and mummify
them with

duct tape. Don't place anything between the tape and their skin." Jennifer
looks at the

smaller girl and cringes at the thought that it is her fault that the girl is
in this

situation with her. The cuffs are removed but Jennifer dares not move her arms
from their

positions.

Jennifer hears the tape ripping from the rools before hearing an order from a
man

behind her. "Lock your hands together." She sighs and watches the dark man as
she weaves

her fingers together and holds her hands tightly together. As she does that,
the dark man

moves to a table and picks up three white, square pads. The pads have wires
hanging down.

It was then, that Jennifer noticed something she didn't bother to pay
attention to. The

girl was standing under a metal bar, attached to two columns that rises from
the floor to

the ceiling. She couldn't make out what the metal object was that was behind
the girl. Her

sight was taken to the dark man as he places the pads onto the girls breasts,
over her

nipples, the wires hanging down from them. She feels tape start to circle her
hands,

locking them together, crushing her fingers into place. Each circle slightly
overlaps the

last, making sure that no skin peaks through the adhesive strip that
continuously wraps a

little higher each time. The girl is screaming and crying as the same is done
to her.

Jennifer's thoughts turn to the pads on the girls breasts, before she sees the
third placed

over the girls sex, again the wires dangling down. She expects some to be
placed on her as

well. As the tape reaches her elbows, she winces as they are painfully pushed
together

by the tight wrapping. After that, the tape moves around her torso, above her
breasts.

She feels drool start to drip down her chin as the tape is worked up to her
shoulders the

tape wrapping upwards and around to hide them. The girl was getting the same
treatment,

except the dark man was holding the wires so that they didn't hang down. After
Jennifer's

shoulders are hidden, the tape moves down, eventually covering her breasts and
crushing

them into her body. The tape keeps moving down until all that could be seen of
her and the

girl were their feet, neck, and head. The pads on the girl were hidden but the
wires droop

down on the other side of her silvery duct taped cocoon. Jennifer looks down
at her own

silver chrysalis. She still wondered why she didn't have the pads that the
girl was given.

Next, a rope was wrapped around the girls waist and she was being hoisted up.

The rope was over the bar and being pulled by a guard on the other side. As
her feet left

the floor. Jennifer could see the metal object that was hidden by the girl's
legs before.

It was a metal tube, slanted at an angle, attached to two small rods that
disappeared into

the floor. The tube seemed to be able to swivel. The design of it reminded her
of the

water collecting bamboo tubes that can be found in zen gardens. The ones that
swivel as

they fill with water, then empty as the open end reaches low enough and clacks
after

spinning back the other direction. Her thoughts are broken as a rope is
wrapped and tied

around her waist and she starts to be hoisted up as well. The girl was already
as high as

they wanted her to be. Ropes were being fixed to her ankles, knees, chest,
below and above

her breasts, then the ends were tied to the columns. The rope holding her is
released and

the girl drops until the ropes on the columns catch and hold her, suspended in
the air.

Jennifer is done the same way. A ladder is placed on the column, on te girl's
left side,

and a guard climbs it, a rope in his hands. When he reaches the top, he forces
one end

of the thin rope through the top strap, the one that starts as two and
connects into one

at the top of her head, and ties it on. The other end is moved to the metal
pole and tied

to it. He signals for more ropes, and more of the thin white ropes are given
to him. Those

are tied to the straps on the sides, then to the columns. The girl was now
quite immobile,

from head to ankles. She could move her feet and wiggle her toes. Jennifer,
again, was

given the same treatment. Before her head was fixed so that she could only
look at the

scared girl, she saw the dark man connecting the other ends of the pad's wires
to the

strange metal tube. Now, the girl could only look at Jennifer, and Jennifer
her. Both were

completely helpless and could only move their feet and toes.

Jennifer can see what her punishment is already. She was being tortured
mentally,

psychologically. She was forced to look at the girl's suffering, brought about
by her own

rash actions. Everyone left and her and the girl were the only ones left. The
only sound

was the girl's whimpers and cries. The tape trapped Jennifer's body heat in
and she started

to sweat inside of her cocoon, the temperature in the room already being hot.
She can see a

glimmer of light in the girl's drool string that hung down from her chin and
seemingly fell

to the floor. She tries to look down to see where on the floor, but can't move
her head

in any direction. It seems like hours have passed and nothing seemingly
happens. The

thoughts of the metal contraption that the wires of the girl's pads spring to
Jennifer's

mind. Suddenly, a metallic clank is heard and the girl screams into her gag
and writhes,

seemingly in pain before another, louder clank is heard and the girl stops.
Tears stain

her beautiful, young looking face and her heavy breathing is all that can be
heard now.

Jennifer's mind races, as well as her heart. It was her fault that the girl
was in this

situation. Tears break through the corners of her eyes and roll down her
cheeks. She now

knew what the girl's torture was. It was obvious now. The drool string slowly
filled the

metal tube, which swiveled, and completed an electrical connection when the
end of the

tube touched and it emptied. Since the ballgag prevents her from stopping her
saliva,

there is nothing the girl, or Jennifer, can do to stop it. To Jennifer this
was pure hell.

The worst torture she could think of. She wouldn't have minded getting the
same treatment

as the girl. She would have gladly taken that over seeing the girl's most
sensitive parts,

subjected to powerful electrical shocks. She witness the girl writhe and
scream again

after what seemed like another hour. "Mmm phooommmie." she tries to apologize
to the girl

numerous times, but the gag doesn't let her words be known for what they are.
Through the

pain, the girl only makes out garbled patches. How long will this go on,
Jennifer thought

to herself. She wasn't sure how long the girl, or she could take it. She had
hoped that

Mina was keeping her word, and keeping an eye on her as well.

Meanwhile, outside, men in black formfitting suits sneak around like a special

forces squad. It was a small group of five, one being a woman. The team slowly
made their

way to the door. "Were here to rescue the mark. Do not give away your
locations and don't

be seen." The females voice was heard, her blue eyes look through the holes of
her dark

mask, at the four men under her command. "Marks and Spavinski, you're with me.
Rollins and

Taizune, servey the outside and remain in radio contact. If a fly lands on the
building, I

want to know about it." She gives the four men orders and a "Yes ma'am." Is
heard from

them. "Hold on Jennifer." The woman thinks as she looks at her men, then back
to the door

near the bushes that they were hiding in. Their mission was about to begin.