Chapter One: Where did all the Bees go? Attn Liam Secondary Chris, Sara

Liam's view: Liam lies on his back in the back of the van. While someone kneels across his chest, he is able to lift his head and look around. He spots the Black - Arm man who had been holding the van door open kneeling atop of him. Turning his head, he sees the man that Sara had stabbed lean against the side of the van, evaluating his wounds. The man he had shot sits beside this man. Yet a startling sight lay on the floor beside him. From the long, mousy brown hair and the cheery green scrunchie holding the hair in an unkempt ponytail, he realizes the person lying beside him is a woman. From her prone, uncomfortable position, he'd guess that her hands were tied behind her. A white gag is across her mouth. She thrashes onto her back to look at Liam, giving him a panicked look.

In the van: "It was supposed to be the chick." The driver - sight unseen - complains. His voice is low and gravelly, perhaps someone that has smoked a pack a day for many years. "The chick who pulled a knife out of her ass?" The man closest to Liam retorted. "Get us to the fucking compound. Doc needs to give me a pop for this pain."

Liam kept mostly still. Nervously evaluating his surroundings. "What do you people want with me?" Liam asked shakilly.
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"Its talking." The man holding his side griped to the man kneeling atop of Liam. "Can't you do something about that?"

"I'll be quiet." said Liam nervously


The men laugh nastily, a grating sound. The man atop of Liam leans down lower over Liam's face, gracing him with a close up view of a two - day beard and suspicious, narrowed brown eyes. "He's definitely not the chick." He remarked to the two sitting nearer to the driver. "She had a mouth. " "Mouth woulda' had to be smacked offa' her." The man who had carried Liam retorted. "This one's nice and soft." The man on top of you frowns at the other's response. "Carson might not want 'im."



"Lookit' him." The seated man insisted. "Guys built for working. He may be a bitch, but once he's broken in-" "Susan likes girls." The man atop of you argues back. "She only likes 'em 'cause she thinks the decision is going to go with her girl." The seated man argues. "A man will need a mans man. Someone to carry the load."



Liam frowned harder and tried to think of ideas.

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"You two bitch like women." The second attacker who had remained silent up to this point cuts in. The other two instantly cease thier argument. " Doesn't matter to us which way the Boss decides long as we aren't the ones in the bitch seat. " There is a tearing sound- glancing over, you see him bandaging over the arm that you had injured with your gun shot. "Bad about leaving a man back there... ought to swing by and pick him up later." "Before the docs get too good of a look inside." The man atop of you interjects. "You worry too much." Gun Shot retorts. "There's nothing wrong with our insides." The man atop of you looks away and you see something flash in his face. His expression is one of fear.


Liam glanced around again at his surroundings again. Looking possible for a sign of the men getting distracted or perhaps any indications on what was going on outside of the back of the van.


You are jostled as the van goes over a set of speed bumps. Just as you catch your breath - and the man removes his knee from where it had jarred into your stomach- you roll again as the van lurches to a halt.

You hear an electronic squeel. While the men in the back with you continue to stare steadily around you, you hear the driver talking to someone.


Theres an electronic noise of machinery - the sound of a gate being rolled open. The van starts forward once again... Armed with the knowledge that you are entering private grounds, you wonder if this makes things better or worse.


Liam tried to figure out what they were doing, bringing him to a neighborhood like this.
nimalane (5/16/2011 4:21:54 PM): rolled 4 dice to "streetwise " 2,8,10,6,5 (2 successes)
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As Liam pondered where he could be, he remembered when he had glanced at a map upon his arrival in Detroit. There were nicer areas on the outskirts of Detroit where the tracks of land were more spacious. Perhaps condominiums or estates... He had a feeling that if he could get a hold of resources - like a map- he might be able to pinpoint where he was based on how long he'd been driving. How long had it been? It felt like ages...

As Liam lay paralyzed with indecision, the mechanical noise whirled, signalling that the gate was closing behind the van. The van rolls onwards for a few minutes before the driver slows and parks. The drivers side door opens and slams.

A new voice calls out nearby. "Fresh hounds?" "Two!" The driver replies. "Means your ahead by one." The new voice replies. "Lost one today. The new bitch - must've turned her too soon...." You hear the driver swear- closer to your side. The van door slides open, bathing you with sunlight.

Liam squints his eyes and tries to get a look at what is outside the van.

A tall, lean Caucasin man leans in and grabs your arm as you look past him. You see a large, white house - no, a mansion. The place looks old, guaging by the substansial weeping willow tree that lends slade across the front of the house. You see a man with a wide brimmed hat holding a rake as he moves along in the foreground, raking the grass of any debris. You are hefted to your feet by the driver and the second man, each one taking one of your arms and roughly shoving you out of the van. You hear the cries of the girl next, muffled by her gag.

"Whose the foreman today?" The one who had been kneeling on you asks the driver. "Lucas." The driver replies. "Get them processed." He turns and moves towards the man with the rake, who turns as he approaches. You find yourself sandwiched between Gun Shot and the second man. Behind you, the third roughly drags the brunnette by the arm. She struggles, making piteous noises.



Liam looks around to see if anybody on these grounds has any weaponry on them.


Liam rolled 4 dice to "Perception" 2,8,7,7 (1 successes)
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The driver who stands ten feet away moves in a way that suggests that he has a holster hidden somewhere- perhaps in an ankle holster.

"What is place?" Liam asked with a tinge of bewilderment to his voice.

"Home sweet home." One of the men snarls nastily. ""Whats it to you?"

Liam shrugged. "Nothing." he said quietly.

"Yeah..." The man replies. "Thats what I thought. Come on-" He shoves you towards the mansion. "Don't get cute."


Liam stares at the mansion, trying to see if he can see any more people around.
You don't notice any one but the three men who brought you, the gardener and the other prisoner.

The man who was kneeling on you in the van stands behind you and claps a hand on your shoulder, directing you forward. The driver walks ahead of you to a side staircase leading to a below ground basement with an exterior door. You and the woman are forced down the stairs, where the driver knocks. After a moment, you hear the grinding sound of several locks being thrown before the door opens, revealing another stair case.

Liam glanced breifly at the woman to see how she was doing.


Liam winces at the thought of what this woman is likely to endure at the hands of these strange men, but remains compliant for now. He looks foward towards the staircase.

Liam feels a chill on his skin as he is force marched down the stairs. The basement looms beneath him, largely clothed in darkness. He hears the quiet noises of crying from below, the sounds of a soul drenched in lament and fear. At the bottom, he sees two pairs of eyes staring at him from the far wall. They belong to two women - lean, athletic looking women. They are clothed in athletic gear- a Nike T shirt there, gym shorts there. They cling to one anothers hands desperately. You notice that they each hold one of thier hands upwards, against the wall in what looks like an uncomfortable position. Its hard to see why in the gloom.

Lifting your head, you see a single bare bulp in the center of the room, allowing shadows to grow long along the walls. This appears to be an unfinished basement with grey floors - likely cement- and stone walls. The floors along the walls bear dark, grimy looking stains that look like sweat, formed over a long period of confinement.



The man behind you roughly shoves you closer to the women and reaches into the black as you reach the wall. The walk from the stair case to the wall is about fifteen feet. You hear a sound of metal against the wall. Looking over, you see a set of manacles attached to the wall that the man is drawing nearer to you.

You have a bad feeling that you are going to recieve the same treatment as the women.

Looking behind him, he can see that two of the men remain by the stairs. Its possible one of them locked the door behind them.

The night did not pass easily for Liam. He and the newcomer were searched. His mace, phone and wallet were taken upstairs. He could only hope they wern't using his items for anything nefarious.
There was no clock or access to the outside, so he seemed to exist in a limbo where time was relative. His stomach began to protest in hunger after awhile. Soon after that, the captors brought a bowl of water and left it between he and the women without a word spoken.

The women who had been there longer, Julie and Helen, cautioned against drinking all of it, so the night was spent rationing and not drinking all that he would like. The water was consumed before the second brush with thier captors all the same.

Julie and Helen shared that they had been captured Saturday afternoon when they had been returning from the gym. Liam and the quiet woman, Alma, had been abducted on Thursday. Julie and Helen were heart broken that it had only been a few days- they had began to think they had been in the basement for weeks. Helen shared that she was eager to get back to the house she shared with her fiance, Allan.

Just after Liam had been told this, there was a noise on the stairs. The driver descended on the stairs in the middle of the basement that Liam assumed led up to the main house. He administered a quiet inspection of Liam and the women, before unlocking Helen.

He performed an odd physical fitness test- having her stretch and complete at least sixty sit ups and push ups. He led her to the corner of the room where three heavy boxes rested and he demanded that she lift them. She was returned to her chains and each one was put through the test. None of the women performed well at the push ups and lifting, earning scathing rebukes and more than one slap if they protested.

Liam was forced to complete the same exam, although the man demanded 'ten more!' push ups no matter how many he did. The physical exam left him sweaty, exhausted and thirsty, yet no water was offered.

A woman arrived just after that, startling the driver.
She called the driver 'Bill' and he called her 'Madam'.

The woman was very beautiful. Her face was delicate, her eyes a deep brown, her dark hair curled and set with sparking stones. Perhaps they were even gems.

She asked if there were any potential agents, looking at you four impassively. She ignored any pleas or addresses to her person and Bill raised a hand to any who spoke to her.

"He looks impressive." Bill gestured to you.
"Give the others one more chance tomorrow evening.' She stated, turning from you to walk near the stair case. Bill followed.

"The saboteur continues his work. While he infects the food supply, we can't narrow down where he's sleeping. Make sure you keep whoever fails as sustenance."

The women cry out at this, causing you to miss Bill's reply. You hear the beautiful brunette respond, however.

"The plan is moving forward. Once the health care system is overwhelmed with the sick, the CDC will move in. Ben Rose has already allocated the funds we need to set up our infiltration of the city. An access point right beneath the hospital! We'll feast on the well."
The woman laughed cruelly.

"I ought to leave, I have to meet Laura Harper tomorrow evening. She has some definite plans for how to infiltrate the finance system. Especially the Detroit Chase branch- the Lord has already laid plans in the minds of the bank manager. It should be easy to plant some of our agents where we can siphon funds, but I'll have to make sure we get a cut. Make up some names of the more polished agents who could pass an inspection by the Harper Clan."

Bill nods and then mentions the injured from Liam's abduction.

"She cut them that bad? Saucy girl. I should like to meet her.' The brunette stated. "Give the layabouts the day off to relax upstairs. I'll go through the new recruits things and see if there is any one we can exploit for ransom. Bring him-" She jabs a finger at you. "-upstairs tomorrow evening. I should like to see if he has any aptitude for the supernatural.

Remember Bill. Don't breath a word about our infiltration plans. Seems that Rose has lost her Ward pet and they might be sniffing around. "
Bill promised and the two departed.