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Stolen Election: A Moral(es) Tale
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Well, there is a certain inevitability in these stories. I just worry that Barb and Jack have made it too easy for Perez.You know me too well
But not before some interesting interrogation in a secret military police prison. (This is CruxForums after all...and Latin America, "Dirty Wars" and so on.)
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
You know your classics!
For Hergé, the firing squad was a favourite execution method in his Tintin comics, since it always could be cheated by secretly putting blank ammo into the rifles!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Choice? Both!
Stop reading ahead!
mark sessnatz
Tribune
I guess Barb has had worse outfits...
3.
Jefatura de Policía, Wednesday, February 19, 4:20 am
“This morning we hit the area around the Barrio Rojo,” declared ‘Capitán de Policía’ Sergio Perez, his amplified voice reverberating off the enclosing walls of the main courtyard facing the Jefatura de Policía. He spoke from a balcony overlooking below the massed ranks of the regime’s police and security forces. Flood lamps illuminated the scene as it was still more than an hour before sunrise.
“Your mission is to cordon off and sweep the area for any still at large loyalists to Bárbara Morales. You’ve been issued lists of the identities of those we still seek. The Presidente has declared martial law, which means you are at liberty to use force and to take in not just those identified in the lists provided to you, but anyone who in your judgement may appear to be suspect. Seek out the aid of any good patriotic citizens you encounter who might be willing to assist by exposing their neighbors’ political views. But above all … and of utmost importance … your orders are to seek out and detain Bárbara Morales, who is still at large and believed to have taken refuge in the Barrio Rojo. For those who successfully find her and take her into custody, preferably alive, I can promise both honors and generous rewards!”
After which he raised a closed fist, and shouted, “Viva el Presidente Mendoza! Padre de la Patria y Líder Vitalicio!”
The closed ranks returned both the salute and the declaration. Satisfied, Perez wished them ‘Good hunting!’ before retreating back into the building.
……..
Back in the barrio, Bárbara was dutifully heeding Jack Smith’s instructions, sticking to him like glue, as they cautiously worked their way in a westerly direction … whenever possible via dark alleys and byways … taking shelter in a doorway or crouched behind trash bins or whatever means of concealment might be available at the end of each incremental advance. There they would wait patiently for the ‘all clear’ signal from the two ‘pathfinder’ agents ahead. And then repeat the maneuver.
“This is taking forever!” she hissed irritably in his ear after half a dozen such pauses. “There’s absolutely no one around. It’s still dark. Why don’t we just run for it?”
“Because I’m in charge!”
“Only as long as I say so!”
“Shhhh! Keep your ‘friggin’ head down. Rex and Dave appear to be backtracking. There must be danger up ahead.”
Crouching low, the two operatives soon joined them.
“Trouble up ahead,” whispered Rex.
“How many?”
“Several platoons, maybe more, who knows. Backed by an armored car, and coming on fast! They appear to be fanning out and knocking on doors, demanding to see all who may be inside.”
Bárbara jumped to her feet. “We’d better run!”
“Sit down and shut up!” growled Jack, restraining her by wrapping his arm around her waist and dragging her back into the shadows, where she fiercely batted his arm away and glared at him.
“Well, we can’t just sit here, Jake!”
He thought she might try to bolt again, and to forestall any such attempt, he wagged a forefinger in her face, and then pointed at a nearby doorway, over which a red light bulb glowed, illuminating a sign that read ‘Burdel Rosa Rojas’.
“A brothel?”
“Yeah, come on! It’s our best bet. Rex! Dave! Wait until Bárbara and I are inside, then move back towards the safe house in the way we came, making just enough noise to draw them after you.”
“Got it! Right!”
**************
Burdel Rosa Rojas, Wednesday, February 19, 4:42 am.
Aroused from a light sleep by a light rapping at the door, ‘Madame’ Rosa Rojas, proprietor of the Burdel Rosa Rojas, got herself up off the threadbare red velvet lounge on which she’d been dozing. Muttering crossly to herself, she smoothed and tidied the red satiny fabric of her dressing gown over the contours her plump figure, checked her face in a cracked wall mirror, and glanced at the clock mounted above it.
‘Nearly five in the morning! Too late for new clients,’ she told herself. Most of her girls had long since left for the night, and the few who remained were upstairs with regular clients who typically paid to stay the night.
Through the view slot in the entry door she could see that the callers, somewhat inexplicably, appeared to be a man accompanied by a young woman.
Opening the door a crack, she was about to tell them to go away, when the man suddenly thrust himself forward, forcing his way in, the girl following closely behind him.
“I’m sorry, if it’s a room for the night you’re seeking, I don’t let out rooms and, besides, we’re closed for the night.”
“We don’t want a room or services,” snapped the man, his Spanish heavily accented.
An American, she thought.
“We’re fugitives,” he continued. “We need a safe place to escape the police!”
She was about to protest and send them on their way when she recognized his companion. “Dios mío! You … you’re … Bárbara Morales!”
“Yes, I am. And we desperately need your help. The police are outside. They’re going door to door looking for me. I’m in great danger, can you please help us … hide us?”
“That would be at great risk to me. But … there are times when … alright … yes … but you’ll need to play the part, both you and your boyfriend there. The second room on the right upstairs is vacant. Go there. When the police come, I’ll try to dissuade them. But they may well insist on searching the premises. So what you both must do is get yourselves naked on the bed up there, and appear to be in the heat of things should they look in. Be convincing! And don’t show your faces!”
Bárbara looked at Jack.
“Do it!” he said.
She turned to Madame Rojas. “Thank you.”
“Go! Hurry!”
******************
“I am Primer Official Pedro Gonzales,” the police officer announced when Madame Rojas responded to his loud knocking and answered the door. “I’m sorry to intrude but we are searching the barrio, house by house, for Bárbara Morales. Who, as you are probably aware, is wanted by the State on a host of criminal charges. Our intelligence tells us that she has likely taken refuge here in this district. We must search the premises immediately.”
Behind him stood four heavily armed policemen, wearing helmets and flak jackets and wielding batons.
“We are closed for the night. There’s no one here but a few of my girls upstairs with clients, some of whom you might wish to know are powerful men. Men who might not be pleased to have their activities here interrupted by a lowly Primer Official. There’s no need for a search. I can assure you that Bárbara Morales is not here. If she were, I would gladly … as a matter of patriotic duty … turn the traitorous bitch over to you.”
“Be that as it may, I must insist on carrying out my orders to the letter. Please stand aside, Madame Rojas. I can assure you that my men and I will conduct our search of the premises quickly but thoroughly, and if need be discretely.”
“I’d be very cautious, if I were you, Primer Official Pedro Gonzales. My establishment attracts some very rich and powerful clients.”
He gave her a contemptuous look, but she could tell nonetheless that her words had given him food for thought as he and his men stomped up the stairs in their heavy steel-toed boots.
TBC
Jefatura de Policía, Wednesday, February 19, 4:20 am
“This morning we hit the area around the Barrio Rojo,” declared ‘Capitán de Policía’ Sergio Perez, his amplified voice reverberating off the enclosing walls of the main courtyard facing the Jefatura de Policía. He spoke from a balcony overlooking below the massed ranks of the regime’s police and security forces. Flood lamps illuminated the scene as it was still more than an hour before sunrise.
“Your mission is to cordon off and sweep the area for any still at large loyalists to Bárbara Morales. You’ve been issued lists of the identities of those we still seek. The Presidente has declared martial law, which means you are at liberty to use force and to take in not just those identified in the lists provided to you, but anyone who in your judgement may appear to be suspect. Seek out the aid of any good patriotic citizens you encounter who might be willing to assist by exposing their neighbors’ political views. But above all … and of utmost importance … your orders are to seek out and detain Bárbara Morales, who is still at large and believed to have taken refuge in the Barrio Rojo. For those who successfully find her and take her into custody, preferably alive, I can promise both honors and generous rewards!”
After which he raised a closed fist, and shouted, “Viva el Presidente Mendoza! Padre de la Patria y Líder Vitalicio!”
The closed ranks returned both the salute and the declaration. Satisfied, Perez wished them ‘Good hunting!’ before retreating back into the building.
……..
Back in the barrio, Bárbara was dutifully heeding Jack Smith’s instructions, sticking to him like glue, as they cautiously worked their way in a westerly direction … whenever possible via dark alleys and byways … taking shelter in a doorway or crouched behind trash bins or whatever means of concealment might be available at the end of each incremental advance. There they would wait patiently for the ‘all clear’ signal from the two ‘pathfinder’ agents ahead. And then repeat the maneuver.
“This is taking forever!” she hissed irritably in his ear after half a dozen such pauses. “There’s absolutely no one around. It’s still dark. Why don’t we just run for it?”
“Because I’m in charge!”
“Only as long as I say so!”
“Shhhh! Keep your ‘friggin’ head down. Rex and Dave appear to be backtracking. There must be danger up ahead.”
Crouching low, the two operatives soon joined them.
“Trouble up ahead,” whispered Rex.
“How many?”
“Several platoons, maybe more, who knows. Backed by an armored car, and coming on fast! They appear to be fanning out and knocking on doors, demanding to see all who may be inside.”
Bárbara jumped to her feet. “We’d better run!”
“Sit down and shut up!” growled Jack, restraining her by wrapping his arm around her waist and dragging her back into the shadows, where she fiercely batted his arm away and glared at him.
“Well, we can’t just sit here, Jake!”
He thought she might try to bolt again, and to forestall any such attempt, he wagged a forefinger in her face, and then pointed at a nearby doorway, over which a red light bulb glowed, illuminating a sign that read ‘Burdel Rosa Rojas’.
“A brothel?”
“Yeah, come on! It’s our best bet. Rex! Dave! Wait until Bárbara and I are inside, then move back towards the safe house in the way we came, making just enough noise to draw them after you.”
“Got it! Right!”
**************
Burdel Rosa Rojas, Wednesday, February 19, 4:42 am.
Aroused from a light sleep by a light rapping at the door, ‘Madame’ Rosa Rojas, proprietor of the Burdel Rosa Rojas, got herself up off the threadbare red velvet lounge on which she’d been dozing. Muttering crossly to herself, she smoothed and tidied the red satiny fabric of her dressing gown over the contours her plump figure, checked her face in a cracked wall mirror, and glanced at the clock mounted above it.
‘Nearly five in the morning! Too late for new clients,’ she told herself. Most of her girls had long since left for the night, and the few who remained were upstairs with regular clients who typically paid to stay the night.
Through the view slot in the entry door she could see that the callers, somewhat inexplicably, appeared to be a man accompanied by a young woman.
Opening the door a crack, she was about to tell them to go away, when the man suddenly thrust himself forward, forcing his way in, the girl following closely behind him.
“I’m sorry, if it’s a room for the night you’re seeking, I don’t let out rooms and, besides, we’re closed for the night.”
“We don’t want a room or services,” snapped the man, his Spanish heavily accented.
An American, she thought.
“We’re fugitives,” he continued. “We need a safe place to escape the police!”
She was about to protest and send them on their way when she recognized his companion. “Dios mío! You … you’re … Bárbara Morales!”
“Yes, I am. And we desperately need your help. The police are outside. They’re going door to door looking for me. I’m in great danger, can you please help us … hide us?”
“That would be at great risk to me. But … there are times when … alright … yes … but you’ll need to play the part, both you and your boyfriend there. The second room on the right upstairs is vacant. Go there. When the police come, I’ll try to dissuade them. But they may well insist on searching the premises. So what you both must do is get yourselves naked on the bed up there, and appear to be in the heat of things should they look in. Be convincing! And don’t show your faces!”
Bárbara looked at Jack.
“Do it!” he said.
She turned to Madame Rojas. “Thank you.”
“Go! Hurry!”
******************
“I am Primer Official Pedro Gonzales,” the police officer announced when Madame Rojas responded to his loud knocking and answered the door. “I’m sorry to intrude but we are searching the barrio, house by house, for Bárbara Morales. Who, as you are probably aware, is wanted by the State on a host of criminal charges. Our intelligence tells us that she has likely taken refuge here in this district. We must search the premises immediately.”
Behind him stood four heavily armed policemen, wearing helmets and flak jackets and wielding batons.
“We are closed for the night. There’s no one here but a few of my girls upstairs with clients, some of whom you might wish to know are powerful men. Men who might not be pleased to have their activities here interrupted by a lowly Primer Official. There’s no need for a search. I can assure you that Bárbara Morales is not here. If she were, I would gladly … as a matter of patriotic duty … turn the traitorous bitch over to you.”
“Be that as it may, I must insist on carrying out my orders to the letter. Please stand aside, Madame Rojas. I can assure you that my men and I will conduct our search of the premises quickly but thoroughly, and if need be discretely.”
“I’d be very cautious, if I were you, Primer Official Pedro Gonzales. My establishment attracts some very rich and powerful clients.”
He gave her a contemptuous look, but she could tell nonetheless that her words had given him food for thought as he and his men stomped up the stairs in their heavy steel-toed boots.
TBC
ledoux
Governor
This will not happen. Of course, it's easy to predict what will happen. Simply take the above sentence and remove the words "appear to."
Best bet in more ways than one, perhaps, depending on one's perspective.
Things are working out nicely so far for our gringo friend.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
... Bárbara Morales, erstwhile President-elect and now on the run, found herself in the unlikeliest of places: a dark, scruffy room in a brothel. Her bodyguard, Jack Smith, was beside her, lying naked on the bed with a weariness that etched deep lines into his face.
Bárbara's hand shook as she shielded her exposed body from Jack's gaze. He looked at her, his expression unreadable.
"Ma’am," he said gently, "... we can't keep this up. The people pursuing you won't rest until they find you. I promise to protect you but need you to trust me."
She turned away from him, tears streaming down her cheeks. She knew he was right, but the thought of exposing herself further was almost too much to bear.
"Look at me," Jack insisted, his voice firm but gentle.
Bárbara hesitated, then slowly turned around. Jack gazed at her, his eyes revealing something more than simple determination.
... appear to be in the heat of things should they look in ...
Bárbara's hand shook as she shielded her exposed body from Jack's gaze. He looked at her, his expression unreadable.
"Ma’am," he said gently, "... we can't keep this up. The people pursuing you won't rest until they find you. I promise to protect you but need you to trust me."
She turned away from him, tears streaming down her cheeks. She knew he was right, but the thought of exposing herself further was almost too much to bear.
"Look at me," Jack insisted, his voice firm but gentle.
Bárbara hesitated, then slowly turned around. Jack gazed at her, his eyes revealing something more than simple determination.
... appear to be in the heat of things should they look in ...
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Jack Smith is a fine and clever tactician!
And it is a tactics with benefits!
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bindhertocross
Magistrate
appear to be in the heat of things, and don't show their faces...
Perhaps a doggy style position with Barbara's head buried in a pillow, the first thing they see is Jack's ass.
Perhaps a doggy style position with Barbara's head buried in a pillow, the first thing they see is Jack's ass.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Close your eyes, spread your legs and think of your country!