The more Sammi roamed the expansive halls of the resort, the more she became certain that she didn't know where she was going. Even moving at the snails pace that she was at, making sure she wasn't just dragging the rope behind her, she hadn't spotted one of her trails of rope yet, to at least give her a sense of where she might have been. "Damn it, this is getting me nowhere," she cursed herself, letting the rope detach from her hand and fall to the ground. "What am I going to do to get out here?"
She looked around, looking for a clue that might lead to the exit, but there was nothing. Nothing for the moment, but the sound of some approaching footsteps alerted her to someone coming. Spotting a nearby closet, she ducked inside to wait out the person, concealing herself in the darkness behind the door.
Her hiding spot proved ill-conceived as the door swung open, nearly pinning her against the shelves. A bronze-skinned young man of about twenty stepping into the closet. "Man, I can't believe I still can't do better than damn massage parlor detail. I can't stand those cheapskate old ladies."He flicked on the light and moved towards one of the far shelves. Sammi slowly extended a length of rope from her index finger as the kid started rummaging through the various bottles. "And the fat ones take up all the damn oil. Why can't any hot girls come here? I wouldn't mind massaging them." Intent on getting the oil and getting out, he didn't notice as Sammi moved behind him.
In one quick motion the end of the rope was in her other hand and the whole of the rope was around the young man's neck. He instantly started gasping for air and pulling at the noose around him, trying to get it off, but Sammi kept it locked in. "Well today's your lucky day," she told him. "Well or unlucky I guess, depending on how much you value your life." The worker couldn't answer in anything but gacking noises. Sammi loosened the rope slightly allowing her hostage to breathe and possibly dispense some info.
"What do you want?" The guy asked, his breathing ragged.
"Can you get me out of here?"
"Yes! Yes of course! If you let me go!"
"OK then." Sammi seemed satisfied with the answer.
The man was surprised that was it though, that that would be all the woman who had him by the throat would ask for. "Aren't you going to ask for like money or something?"
Sammi thought for a second. "Good point. Can you lead me to a few parting gifts on the way out?"
"I don't know?" That answer got the worker another choke. "YES! YES! You want cash? I can get you cash! Just let me go! Please!"
"I won't be letting you go just yet," Sammi told her captive. By now enough rope had been generated to create a secure loop around the man's neck, a hangman's knot tied with the end not still connected to Sammi's hand. The man instinctively put his hand up to try and pull the rope off, but it was tight enough that it wouldn't be yanked over his head. Sammi saw this and gave it a yank, sending the man flying backwards towards her, landing on the floor. "None of that now, or I'll be signalling my friends by running your entrails up the flagpole." She pulled out one of her axes to back up the threat. "You got that?" The man nodded. "Good, now let's go. First some cash, and then out of here."
The worker led the way out of the room, Sammi right behind, the axe point poking the man in the back, prodding him forward. "This is the way to the vault where we store the money before depositing it," he told Sammi. "You should be able to get enough here, right?"
"We'll see," she answered. "If there is, then I'll be giving you a sizable tip. If there isn't, you'll get nothing and have to guide me out to maintain all of your limbs."
"I don't know how a girl like you can be so...." the workers voice trailed off weakly as he rounded the next corner. He hustled back behind, nearly bumping into Sammi and putting the axe head into his back.
"What was that for?" Sammi angrily whispered. The man didn't need to answer as she could hear the voices coming from the other corridor.
"Didn't the Boss say we were only coming here to finish off Inshi? What are we doing here?" one of the voices asked.
"Well that is the main goal, but we can pick up a little extra for ourselves here. The others should be able to take care of Inshi, but those staff members we took care of said this is where all the goods made in the resort are stashed. Some massive safe or something."
"You think we should have kept one of them alive? For the combination?" This remark made the young man shake a little bit.
"Bah, we got all the combinations we need right here! This plastic explosive will beat any kind of safe these Yarrakona bastards got." A click of a door opening was heard, and then the voices got quieter.
Sammi prodded her captive. "Come on you, we're getting that stuff before those meatheads do."
"I have a name, you know," he angrily whispered back. He got choked in response.
"Guess how much I care? Now let's go, we got to time it just right, or you and me are both going to be goners." They got next to the doorway. "Just stay here and wait for my signal." Sammi slipped off her sandals, not wanting to give off any kind of noise once she entered the room.
"What's the signal?"
"You should be able to tell once I give it." She peeked around the corner of the door, the two men were at a rather large safe, fiddling near the door.
"All right, the explosive is in place there," he mentioned. "Now let's stand back and get ready to collect what's coming to us."
You got that right. Sammi thought as she got ready to make her move.
"OK, in 3...2...1"
Now! Sammi began her charge into the room.
"Boom!" The leader of the pair pressed the button and the explosive did it's job, blowing the door open. It also gave Sammi the necessary cover to make her move. Having backed up to avoid the shock wave of the blast, the two thugs were now close enough, and open enough for the axes to come in. Sammi brought them in from the sides in a pincer movement with her arms, connecting with the necks of both men. Jugulars sliced open, the two fell to the ground clutching at their gaping wounds, trying to keep the blood in, but it was to no avail. They gasped their last breaths within seconds.
"OK, come on in!" she called out as she grabbed a nearby sack, obviously used to bring the cash to the room. Peering in the safe she saw nearly stacked piles of belli, enough to cover her bounty ten times over, as well as a couple pieces of jewelry lifted from some "forgetful" patrons of the resort. The worker slowly came into the room as Sammi went to work filling the bag.
"How did you take them out like that?" he asked.
Sammi didn't look up from the safe. "I got some skills," she replied. "Gotta admit, I'm surprised your still here. If I were in your shoes I would have taken off."
"Well, you haven't killed me yet," he stated. "And those guys said they already killed some of my co-workers. I like my chances better with you than on my own right now. I don't mind being choked by someone as pretty as you either."
Sammi looked back at the man, he was staring right at her. This softened her expression a little bit. "What you say your name was?"
"My name is Orlando."
"Sammi," she offered as she finished emptying the safe. "All right, I think that's going to be enough to make this trip worthwhile." She spotted the guns the Budero men had on them, a couple of pistols, in addition to the swords. Of course they wouldn't be playing fair. "You any good with guns, Orlando?"
"No, I've never used a weapon in my life!"
"Well now's a good time to learn." She confiscated the two guns and tossed them to Orlando, who nervously fumbled with both of them before successfully catching them. "There, now we both can kill any of these fucks we meet. Let's get out of here." The rope around Orlando's neck came back to her hand, but it wasn't anywhere near as tight.
"OK," Orlando replied as the two left the vault room.
The two made their way through the resort towards the East entrance. After about fifteen minutes it became clear that Orlando was true to his word as he brought Sammi right to the exit of the resort. "Here we are. This will take you out towards the main road to the center of town."
"Great. Thanks Orlando," Sammi said as she let the rope around his neck fall away to the ground. She dug into the sack and pulled out a bound stack of belli. "Here. This is for your trouble, and for sticking around. Now if I were you, I'd get out of here. This island is probably going to blow up with fighting pretty soon if I know some of my travelling partners."
Orlando flipped through the stack, eyes widening as he did. "This is more than I make in a year!"
"Really? Then here," Sammi reached in and threw him another stack. "Double it, and I'll give you some advice. Get out of here. Get off this island. See the world while you still can. You don't want to trap yourself in once place for too long."
"Yes, yes, I will. Thank you, Sammi." He went in to hug Sammi and she decided to allow this. Once he started moving in for the kiss though, Sammi stopped him short.
"Try to kiss me Orlando, and those lips are going to be removed." With this, he pulled back.
"Yes of course, forgive me." He was a little red. "Farewell, Sammi. Thank you again."
Sammi smiled. "No problem." She holstered her axes and hoisted the bag over her shoulder and headed back towards the inn. If Peter and the others aren't there, at least I should be able to bide my time until another ship comes along that I can latch onto. Or just outright buy. Who cares, I've got the cash for that now. She thought back to Orlando. I might have to bring him aboard if that happens. Can always use guys that know their place...and aren't that bad looking. Feeling much better about herself, she pressed on.