EPISODE 01: Operation Flying Dutchman 40 (Patreon)

They sit me down and cuff my wrists over my head. The burning ache in my brain is gone, but I’m just as confused. My name … wasn’t Luna. My name was Ruby? My partner wasn’t Baram. My partner was Nyx? Something is missing but I don’t know what. It feels like I have a hole in my brain and another in my heart.

The three women are talking amongst themselves now. I am no longer useful to them. Just a piece of meat.

However I listen, and like pieces in a puzzle, the images fall into place.

I remember fighting Baram on the pool deck. Consumed by rage I had desperately lashed out her as she pulled herself out of the pool. However despite being exhausted after overcoming Nyx, the lithe Asian did not relent.

I remember the whirlwind of high kicks Baram strung together, connecting her feet to my chest, my face and my neck as she cornered me against the railing of the ship.

I remember Luna darting into my field of vision. Running right across the deck as she screamed something at Baram. A warning. Bombs. Extraction. Now.

Then the heavy cargo helicopter swooped in. Thunderous engines drowning out every other sound as the wake from the twin propellers lifted water droplets into the air. For a brief second I thought I could see someone standing at the cargo bay doors. The boss lady herself?

But I knew I was getting lost in the chaos, so I forced myself to focus back on my opponent.

Just in time to see Baram’s foot slam into my face one last time before flipping over the railing and into the cold waters below.

(To be continued…)

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