Hostages Part 4

Posted on Tue Jan 15th, 2019 @ 5:40am by

Mission: Season 2: Episode 3: Determination is not always a good thing
Location: Dunphy's Hideaway
Timeline: after Hostages 3
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Liorga had been brought a meal fit for a King, specifically Henry the Eighth, by a couple of Dunphy's men she'd not seen before. There was steak, pasta, salad, bread, wine, and what appeared to be Bajoran icoberries. She watched as the men left the room, naturally without leaving anything for the other women, and waited for them to slam the door behind them. Hearing it lock behind her made her jump slightly, bringing back some seriously bad memories. She turned to Syren and then the others, "Gonna help me eat this?"

"I don't know if that's a good idea..." Vixen shook her head.

"Might set Quin off." Blue, or possibly Emmy, added.

"It's alright, ladies." Syren smiled, taking a piece of the bread and a cutting off a chunk of meat to wrap up in it, "It belongs to the Princess, she can share it with us if she wants."

The other girls, much like scared fauna, eased their way over to the table, Liorga motioning them on. She ate just enough to make sure she could keep her strength up, though food was far from the fore of her mind. She was leaving, she was getting back to Estelle, even if she had to kill Quin to do it.

Syren watched as Liorga ate, almost reading her mind. She knew what the Deltan was planning, she knew she had it in her mind to run. She also know she had to prevent that from happening, because the consequences of it would be terrible, and they wouldn't be for Liorga but for Syren and the other girls. She thought to go tell Quin right now, have him chain her to a wall or something, but, as she chewed her homemade sandwich, she saw something she'd not seen in a very long time; the girls seemed to have just a little bit of life in their eyes. The vision stopped her dead in her tracks as she struggled to remember the last time she felt like she had something to live for. Yes, she'd come to accept the way things were, even thrived in it. Hell, she'd actually convinced herself she loved that dumb brute. At least she thought she had. But this, this.... situation was never what she wanted for herself or any of them. Poor Blue, she was little more than a child, she'd been trapped there for most of her life, started out scrubbing floors until she developed into a beautiful young woman, then Quinton took here servitude and turned it into captivity...

Liorga looked to her left, seeing Syren out of her peripheral vision, finding her captor lost in thought. She thought to ask her what was on her mind, but decided she probably shouldn't. I don't want to risk setting her off and blowing this whole thing, she decided, though a part of her, deep down, still hoped Syren could be an ally.

Finishing her sandwich and grabbing a glass of homemade 'wine' Syren walked to Liorga's side, "Got a minute, Princess?" She asked, motioning for the Deltan to follow.

"Sure." Liorga nodded, swallowing her food and following Syren into a dark corner, "Something on your mind?"

"Yeah." Syren nodded, "I know what you're thinkin', love. You're thinkin' about runnin'." She pulled her disruptor from her waistband, "I should shoot you."

"Yet you haven't." Liorga stated the painfully obvious, "I'd ask if the money meeant that much, but I know it doesn't. So, why aren't my brains all over the walls, Sy?"

"If you run from 'ere, will you come back with your people?" Syren asked, "Get the rest of 'em outta here?"

"I will." Liorga replied, "And you."

"No, someone's gotta distract Quin, nobody else can." Syren shook her head, "Not much chance I get outta here once 'e figures it out." She sighed and leaned against the wall, "That's okay though, I had a full life before I wound up here, nothin' any of them can claim. It's what I want for them, Prin-cess. I just need some o' them assurances, gotta know you can do it."

"As soon as I get out, I can come back with a strike team." Liorga said, "They'll come in and arrest Quin, me and my people will help you and the others escape."

"Quin's not the go to jail type, sweets." Syren laughed, "If you get away, you tell your people to just come in wit' their guns blazin' and I'll help the others to get out. Just tell 'em to expect a fight to be remembered."

"You make it sound like Quin's got Green Berets or something." Liorga raised an eyebrow, "What's going on here?"

"Just look at where them weapons came from when it's over, okay?" Syren pled, "Promise me."

"I promise." Liorga nodded, "And I promise the girls will get a chance at the life you want for them."

"Guess I gotta trust you then." Syren smiled, placing her hand on Liorga's shoulder.

"And I gotta trust you." Liorga said, returning the smile and the gesture, "After that all I need is a metric shit ton of good luck..."