September 6, 2017

2.06 am, Cancun, Mexico

“Shade?” Wave asks

“One exit controlled from the back office.” Shade says.

She looks back towards Wave and shows her now handcuff-free-hands, “Tehran.”

“Of course it’s plan Tehran.” Wave says with a broad smile.

“What’s plan Tehran?” Isabela asks.

“Just you watch sweetie.” Wave says shaking her head to free her blonde shoulder-length hair, “You’re coming into that age where you’ll learn that men everywhere have a one-track mind.”

“I’ll need you all to play along by quietly standing in the back.” Wave adds, strolling to the bars.

“Yo ho! Can’t a lady get some water in here.” Wave shouts sweetly.

“Shut up gringa!” A man responds.

“Come here and say that to my face.” Wave retorts.

The man approaches then stands face to face with Wave. It is a young man no older than 25.

“Can you really deny this face and body some water?” Wave asks as she locks eyes with the guard, “Because it looks like you haven’t had any fun in a while.”

“Ha! You not my type.” The 25-year-old guard responds forcibly, “Too old!”

“Oh darling, you haven’t had a real woman.” Wave says, “Bring me water and I’ll thank you.”

“I’ll bring the water.” Another guard who looks 40 says, “He doesn’t know how to treat a woman.”

The 40-year-old guard says, “Open the door. Watch the others.”

The metal bars are slid open by the 25-year-old guard who steps in pointing his AK47 at the women. The 40-year-old guard follows with a handgun in one hand and a bottle in the other.

“Thank you.” Wave says as she goes for the water bottle.

“Give me a proper thank you first.” The guard says, moving the bottle out of reach.

“Sooo direct.” Wave says as she snuggles on the man then whispers, “I like it. How about somewhere more... private?”

“You’re marked for death soon.” The guard responds as he grabs Wave’s waist, “So why not have some fun before you expire.”

“Show me what a real big Latino man can do.” Wave says as she is led out of the prison.

“Lock the gate, boy.” The 40-year-old guard says as he takes Wave out.

The 25-year-old guard eyes their departing backs then mumbles with hands in the air, “Huevos.”

As the guard is about to step back away from the prison, Shade suddenly grabs then tosses him against a sidewall away from the view of the other guards. A swift uppercut jams the man’s jaws shut while knocking him out. Shade quickly grabs his side knife and slices his throat for good measure. Blood splashes as the man slumps dead. This beautiful orchestra occurs in silence.

The women both inside and in the opposite prison hold their mouths in collective shock at the brutality and lethality just shown. They watch as Shade takes the AK47 that had been slung around the guard and wears it. She checks the handgun, efficiently switching out the magazines then cocking the gun. She stands up, handgun in her left and the knife in her right hand.

“Stay.” Shade says as she moves to peek through the bars. She spots the two other guards further towards the office. They remain unmoved yet keenly focused on Wave.

Wave’s laughter echoes loudly, masking the chaos behind her. The 40-year-old guard steps in front of her, pushing open the office door. She follows in as he locks the door behind her. The room is simple with a chair and desk. On the desk is a computer with multiple monitors showing the 4 prison cells containing the women.

“So how can I repay you for the water?” Wave asks as she glimpses her jail cell on the monitor.

“With your body of course, blondie.” The guard responds as he backs the monitors, “You were right, it has been a while. All these women and I can’t touch any of them. Drives a man loco.”

“Won’t you get in trouble for touching me then?” Wave asks coyly.

“You are worth the trouble.” The guard responds, “Besides, you are already marked for death. In fact, you should die anytime within the next 6 hours but don’t die until I am through.”

Wave squints her eyes yet keeps her smile, “Sweetie, why will I die within 6 hours?”

“You and your entire team will.” The guard says, “The Mad Scientist has poisoned all of you with his experimental drug. He said that you will all die within 6 hours. So he won’t mind me messing around with a soon to be dead test subject.”

“But don’t let that ruin your mood. Rejoice! For you will spend your last moments with a real man.” The guard adds.

“Well then sweetie.” Wave says stepping in between the guard’s legs, “Why don’t you take off these handcuffs and I'll show you an even better time?”

“No no, you are too dangerous.” The guard says smiling, “And I like my women in handcuffs.”

“So you think I am safer in cuffs?” Wave asks as her hands reach for his belt.

“Easier to control.” The man answers with a broad smile.

Wave leans in to kiss the man who now has his hands wrapped around her. But just as their lips are about to touch, the man grunts.

“Shush now. The fun is only starting.” Wave says. Her knee resting on the man’s groin where she steadily applies pressure.

“Bitch!” The guard yells in pain, attempting to push her away. A futile action that earns him a sharp knee to his balls.

Wave then spins on one leg, out of the man’s embrace yet interlocking one of his wrists which twists the man’s arm behind his back. This forces the guard to stand up. Wave then kicks him hard against the door.

“Oh yes, Daddy! Harder!” Wave shouts in feigned pleasure as she puts the guard in a chokehold.

“Crazy blonde bitch!” The guard struggles to say back.