Continued From Yesterday

I had my weapon aimed at Gervais Baltizar.

"Game over, Baltizar," I said. "Where's Huxley?"

"alright alright, hey," he squirmed. "Just don't shoot me, right."

He lead me to a bookcase and pulled a book from the shelf. The bookcase spun 45 degrees and Huxley stumbled out with her hands tied by a rope.

"Oh my God, Hudson," she sighed. "It was horrible!"

"What do you mean, eh?" Baltizar said. "I treated you like a lady."

"He snuck up behind me and knocked me down. Then he tied up my hands like this and shoved me in there."

"Hey now," Baltizar interrupted. "I know plenty of women who would like that, eh. Well, I don't know them personally, then. But I know of them."

"Oh and the whole time, he was babbling about how I would be treated very well in his office. He would treat me like an equal."

"It's true," he replied. "In my office, I don't care if your black, brown or yellow. You know, Slags make very good workers."

"You're crazy," I said.

"No no no," Baltizar held up his hands. "I'm not mad, but you don't have to be mad to work here, heh heh, in fact, we ask you to complete a medical questionnaire to ensure that you are not."

I looked at Huxley. "So he just tied you up and hauled you off like that?"

"Oh yes," she replied. "I was so surprised that I couldn't fight back."

"Why didn't you just kick him or something?" I asked.

"You mean like this?" She threw her boot right into Baltizar's stomach. He doubled over in pain.

Huxley ran up to me and I cut off the ropes binding her wrists with my combat knife.

"Oh Hudson," she smiled. "I'm so grateful."

She leaned forward and kissed me.

Score!