Badass

Badass - A Hannah Todd Story

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copyrighted by the author. All characters involved in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older at the time of portrayal.

This is the continuing adventures of Hannah Todd. I would strongly recommend you read at least some of "The Bridge" which provides the back story for most of the characters in this story. And thank you for your continued support.

Badass - Part Sixteen

Tom Gacey was perhaps my most important catch. So Tuesday night, after the kids went down for the night, I took my motorcade to the safe house where my prisoners were being kept. Gacey was given the last available room and was sleeping off the remnants of that roofie.

I had Domingo awaken him in the chair he was chained to, and as soon as he saw Dom, he knew he was in deep shit. When he saw my face, his blanched.

"I know who you are. What do you want with me? I don't..."

"It's not what you don't, Tom, but what you do that I care about."

"I don't understand. Why...?"

"Oh, I think you understand all too well."

"You're that greedy bitch who is looking to take all the boss's money."

"Oh no, Tom. If you know me, you know I have lots of money. I'm in it for the girls."

"Girls?"

"You know, broken, enslaved young girls that seem to be the specialty of the house. We know where some of them are, but we need to know more, and you're the one who will tell us."

And why should I tell you anything? You're gonna kill me anyway."

Here we go again. I've got to change this up.

"Maybe I will and maybe I won't and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you go."

"No chance of that."

"Do you know Charlie Tendler, Tom?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Dom, bring in the parrot."

"You have Raven?"

"And his owner. Also, others of your superiors. I'd give you the tour, but you haven't earned that privilege. I want to show you something, Tom."

And I whipped out my tablet and showed him the video of his former place of employment blowing sky high. He was dumbstruck, and his mouth just hung open. Then he started to shudder. When I pulled a black and white drive out of my handbag, the sight of it made his eyes open wide. I didn't have to show him the contents. He knew what I was doing. He knew what I had.

"I've asked if you know Charlie Tendler, Tom. But you haven't answered. Speak up, Tom."

"Yes. Sure. Everyone knows the Chicken. Don't tell me you have him too. He'd rather die than end up in your hands."

"I don't have him anymore, but I did."

"Bull-shit you say."

I brought my wrist up to my mouth and said, "Call Charlie Tendler."

"Miss Todd?" Charlie asked.

"Yes, Charlie. How are you holding up?"

"Still alive and as far away as I can get."

"Good, Charlie. The farther away you get and the more success I have, the safer you are."

"Who do you have now?"

"Tom Gacey."

"You'd better give her what she wants, Tom. She's a super badass and will find a way to extract it from you. One way or another."

I had to butt in and stop Charlie from saying too much. "Tell me, Charlie, was Tom a warrior and a pervert like you?"

"Not really. He's more of an administrative guy. Peacock gave him plenty of power, but mostly of the purse and over the people. He's ex-military, but not much of a soldier."

"How long do you think it will take me to break him?"

"Maybe a day. Put him through what you put me through and maybe less."

"Thanks, Charlie. Tell me. What's Gacey's weakness? What can I do to get what I need."

"Please take me off speakerphone."

So I did. And he let me know that young girls was Tom Gacey's biggest weakness, but he was a true pussy, despite his veteran status. He'd served in the Air Force, and all of his positions were administrative. He further said he wouldn't consider going on mission with a guy like him.

"The guy's no warrior, Miss Todd. He's nothing more than a paperwork guy."

"Thanks, Charlie. Look at your bank card tomorrow. A little something extra is coming your way."

*CLICK*

"Tom, there are some things I want you to consider, and I'm going to let Raven help you remember what we need from you. There are houses out there, active houses, containing girls your organization have held captive until the next auction. It's my goal to free as many of them as possible. You are either going to help me or suffer not just Raven's wrath, but mine. Domingo, get two of the guards in here to chain Mr. Gacey down to that chair. You know the drill. We'll talk tomorrow, Tom. Until then, Lute Steep."

"Please, not that damned bird."

"Yeah, with that headache you've got it ought to be some night. See you tomorrow, Tom."

"Please don't..."

*SLAM*

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Tuesday night and most of Wednesday, Lizzie and I watched as wasp drones flew through several of what Peacock's people considered safe houses. About half of them were still active, with sightings of girls and women in most of them. In the others, we believed they were there via inference from listening to the conversations of the pieces of shit that were guarding the houses.

By the time Wednesday afternoon rolled around, we had collected information on all the houses on our list. So, we went downstairs and spent some time with the babies and the big kids and then had dinner as a family, joined by Lizzie and Avi, who had come up early for the meeting. We took Avi upstairs to get him caught up and to help us inventory the houses we had positive reports on.

The meeting would be at eight in the Greenhouse, and there were still some outstanding reports. Excluding Rhee's team which was covering Philadelphia County, I had teams covering South Jersey and the PA counties of Berks, Bucks, Chester, Delaware, Lancaster and Montgomery.

The team started trickling in around seven thirty. While I put the kids to bed, Lizzie collected and compiled the remaining reports and collected wasp drones, all of which were returned by my operators. Rhee's team forwarded their documentation digitally through secure channels and attended our meeting virtually through videoconference on the big screen in the Greenhouse.

As the crew grew louder, Lizzie, Avi, Duane and I were reviewing the list and the disposition of the forty houses that had been checked out.Twenty-one of which were occupiedwith the possibility of holding young females hostage. Far too many to hit in one big shot. Even with Rhee's people, we wouldn't have enough to be effective. At best, our A-Team was sixteen people, far fewer than we would need. Even with Rhee's twelve, that gave us twenty-eight, far less than two people per house. Even if Rhee brought in people and we managed to vet a handful of RFS agents, there still wouldn't be enough for a successful mission. We were used to being outnumbered, but not this badly.

Once I calmed everyone down and brought a hush to the crowd, it was the first thing I addressed.

"Well, everyone, it looks like we stumbled upon a goldmine of subjugation. More than we can handle in one fell swoop. There must be a hundred of Peacock's mercs out there we have to overwhelm and we just don't have the people to do it. I need answers."

"Vet more guys from RFS," Ronnie rang out."

"Let's just hit the ones we can," said Archer."

"Let's do both," Ninja said.

Hoagie called out, "I like what Ninja is saying. Let's hit the biggest ones with force and lord over the others to see what they do if and when they hear that we are coming for them."

"Brilliant," Duane said. "We can enlist some of the assault squad we used to raid Peacock's place. They're vetted and extremely loyal to the Queen Bee. I'll bet if we put a couple of you guys on the houses we are not raiding at the time and use the bulk of our people on the houses weareraiding, we can pull this off."

"Rhee?" I asked. "How do you feel about this?"

"Frankly, I like it. I have fourteen ready to go and I just have to interview about a dozen more and that will take care of the force we need in Philly and, I expect, South Jersey. But where are we gonna put all these people?"

"We're not gonna take them, Rhee," I said. "We're gonna lock the locations down and lock the bad guys up, and call the fuckin' cops. Let them deal with all those bodies. Good and bad. All I wanna do is save the girls and take the miscreants off the street. My gift to law enforcement.

"Excellent!" Rhee said. "I see a lot of flashbangs and tear gas coming their way. And a bucket of blood."

"I have the perfect place to practice for this and do a dry run. Everyone on the team, both Rhee's people and ours will get a run at a house I have sitting open and ready on a nice big property out in the country down in southern Chester County. We just have to break the teams into monitors and break-in teams. Then we just mow them down, county by county, house by house."

"I concur," Rhee said. "If you could put together a good assault team and I can put together two, we can monitor the houses we have not yet hit while taking out the others. It's our best strategy. Gold stars to Ninja and Hoagie. It's really our only strategy without having to recruit a hundred guys which is just too many. I like that you keep your operations tight-knit."

So, our plan was made. We'd have three teams to hit locations, the most prime locations, and we'd also break into two-person teams to keep an eye on the ones we couldn't hit yet, in the event word had traveled to them from the houses we were in the process of hitting.

Each assault team would hit a house, tie up the perps, let loose the girls and call the cops. Then we would hit the road and move on to the next house. We figured in less than a week we should be able to hit all the houses in Southeastern PA and South Jersey. And if word got through to the perps in the middle of our operation and they fled, it would make it all the easier to free the girls.

We decided to start on Monday, May 1st, and continue until all the houses had been liberated. My problem, however, is that nobody wanted to monitor and everyone wanted on the assault teams. So, the compromise was that if you were monitoring a house, you would get to be on the assault team that raided that house. Then move on with the assault team to the next venue. That managed to quench everyone's taste for blood, but Archer's, whom I immediately put on our assault team that would be hitting all the houses. That's a lot of arrows.

That weekend the crews drilled, together and separately, at a property I owned in southern Chester County. It was heavily wooded, but had a long driveway to a less than modest house. Rhee's people joined mine, and the practice went swimmingly.

Each assault team was made up of six individuals, and my six were Alec, Anthony, Archer, Domingo, Juicy and led by Herman. One of each of the rest of my A Team members would be going out to monitor with the assistance of a member of our recently formed, specially vetted, assault squad. The guys and gals who were formed both to protect my home during the invasion and who also participated in the attack on Peacock's property.

Avi, Juicy, Ronnie, Caroline, Ninja, Hoagie and Danny each grabbed an assault squad guy and would monitor the properties prior to the attack on them. Duane and I would guide the process from home, in my office. We'd do the mission at night and try our best to process each site as quickly as possible to get as many bad guys under wraps and girls freed as we could.

Rhee and her twenty-six operatives would take care of Philly and South Jersey and we'd cover the thirteen locations covering six counties. We were already biting off more than we could chew, so we left the other counties for another time, if they didn't get burned and disappear first.

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After drilling all weekend and taking Sunday night and half of Monday to rest up for a very long night, we all met at the property where we had drilled and prepared to disperse. We discussed the roles of the monitor groups and which properties the assault group would hit and when. We'd start in Montgomery County and work our way west. Rhee had two assault groups, so she would be hitting properties in Jersey and Philly simultaneously.

By eight o'clock, as the sun was going down, everyone was where they were supposed to be. The videoconference room was set up with extra monitors by our tech geniuses, and we had views of all our properties and some of those Rhee would be hitting. Herb would be riding the Closet.

Duane, Lizzie and I focused on the first location in Montgomery County that the team would be hitting. It was outside the town of Pottstown. They had orders to hit the place at eight-thirty and to be as quiet as possible.

As it was the first property to be hit, the attack came with absolutely no warning. Initiated with flashbangs that came from all directions, the perps were totally unprepared for any form of assault. They got lazy, and it cost them. There were only four of them in the house, and the assault was a bit of overkill. One was shot dead as he drew his gun to defend himself. The other three, overcome by the flashbangs, were easy to lock down quickly.

The band did a great job of tying the perps up and freeing the six girls who were all locked up upstairs, where one perp, undisturbed by the flashbangs, was shot dead. Naked, after raping one of the girls, he put up a good fight and even gave Dom a flesh wound, which he paid dearly for. As with all operators on my team, they either wore balaclavas or hoodies and masks to disguise their appearance.

The next stop was a house in Bucks County, in a town named Perkasie, way out in the sticks. Again, the assault team led with flash bangs, took out six operators and freed eight girls. And so it went. Rinse and repeat.

As they moved from property to property, county to county, we watched from the videoconference room as the team, joined by the monitors who grew the size of the force, took out location after location. All night long they hit houses as expeditiously as they could and moved on to the next. Fortunately for us, we hit them so hard and so fast word never spread from location to location, so nobody was forewarned that we were coming.

Rhee had just as much success, and Philly was taken down totally before four in the morning. Then they moved to the Jersey side and by sunup, all but two houses were taken down. Not letting a little sunlight get in the way, they completed their mission after sunup and reported in to us in the videoconference room. Rhee's people just don't know the word 'quit.'

As each property was vacated and the team left the county, 9-1-1 was called and local law enforcement was notified of the goings-on. All in all we counted well over a hundred girls freed that night, and more than half as many perpetrators locked up and locked down. We took as many of their guns as we could to keep them out of the hands of the girls. But that didn't stop some of the angry women from stabbing and beating the tied-up mercs to death. Talk about revenge being a dish best served cold. Those poor girls saw past any consequences and sought their own kind of justice. A lot of blood was shed that night, but not necessarily by us.

Speaking of us. Not only would the girls not rat us out, they couldn't as we were masked at the time. Everyone did their job, and nobody was caught with their pants down. Except the bad guys, of course. And after we left, their pants were down for a reason. You don't want to know.

All the time, Duane coordinated and guided the attacks, each preceded by a wasp drone, followed by the assault team, followed by orders to stand down and move on to the next target location.

The final order Duane gave was for everyone to go home and get some sleep and report to the Greenhouse on Wednesday morning. What we hoped we could finish in a week we did in a single night. We could never have done it without Rhee Spanner and her people. They are truly a force of nature.

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On Wednesday at eleven, the gang started pouring into the Greenhouse. My military assault team members were exempt from the meeting and given another day off. They earned it. They would go back to work on Thursday and meet with me and my A-Team at the Greenhouse on Friday for a special meeting and, weather permitting, a picnic lunch from Bertha's grill. Beef steaks all around. Except for the vegans, of course. But we didn't have many of them.

When Duane, Lizzie and I showed up at the Greenhouse, the place was abuzz. Everyone was swapping stories and puffing their chests up at their grand success. Maybe our biggest yet. In terms of the number of girls freed it was definitely our biggest success.

My guys had to beg the girls not to kill the men who previously had them under their control, but it's hard to stop a girl who had just been raped from taking her best shot at her rapist. "The terror in those girls' eyes turned to rage once the girls were put in charge." Herman said. "A lot of our backs were turned as these gals took anything heavy they could get their hands on to beat these men to death; from lamps to tire irons, to baseball bats to kitchen utensils, these gals used whatever they could get their hands on to exact their revenge. And we were too much in a hurry to stop them."

"Yeah," Dom said. "I saw one girl pull one of Archer's arrows out of one guy and start stabbing another guy with it. He had to wrestle that arrow away from her, so it wouldn't be left behind. He exchanged it for a long Chef's Knife and she just grinned as she attacked another one as we were leaving."

Hoagie said that most of the girls just cowered in place, but others went on the attack. "Those guys were begging us to take them with us. No such luck. Not on my watch. Those fuckers deserved it."

"You don't know how hard it was for us to take those guns with us," Juicy said. "But they probably would have hurt themselves as much as those sons of bitches. They got creative though, with a little help from team members. As I was walking out the door of the place in Perkasie, one gal was wailing away at a perp with a big, heavy cutting board as he was tied down in the kitchen. I'm sure those small-town cops had some messes to clean up."

"Alright, people, I want verbal reports from every member of the team by Friday. And I don't want a lot of adjectives. Just the facts, plain and simple. The rest I'll get from the news reports. They should be pretty graphic after what you've told me."

"And we want headcounts. How many perps and how many girls." Duane said. "Did anyone get names of these gals? I'd like to know. Some of them may need lawyers, and all of them will need some kind of psychological help."

"There may be some duplication, but all operators were specifically told to get as many identifications as possible for that very reason. Names and hometowns." Herman said. "They should have been recorded on the body cams. I'll have those recordings sent to researchers at RFS, and we will compile a list. Our connections with the facial recognition people ought to help us with the rest."

I had noticed during the action as we watched from the videoconference room as our agents went around identifying the girls who were either willing or able to give their identities to us. After the carnage though, the Lawrence Firm's pro bono department was going to have their hands full after I convince them to take a deep dive into the needs of these poor, abused girls. I can foresee a lot of temporary insanity claims.

Badass Ch. 16

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