Silent lodge

The logo had a white dove on a green nest logo, 14 clean rooms in a serene address with a library soul this one, located in a satellite town in close proximity to a highway. Plenty of liquid to dip in too and shades to blaze one for the nation, the md was a lanky, loony smiling teacher & preffered to have his office in his ancient truck. The staff donned white and black the and seemed to always be ferrying snowy white towels to and fro.

The list of the three interviewees carried characters of varried interests, there was one on parole for a lapse in judgement, another late for the appointment and the last seemed nervous. They stood at the parking lot and the time was 8:22 in the evening, the interview was at 8 and had yet to begin. Finally the hopeful ran into the scene and an elderly woman stepped out, asked the late to depart and assigned the now dazed two tasks.

The alarm rang once abruptly jolting her from her nap, slowly she got up from her seat and walked into the dimly lit dining room. The seats were set and the plates empty, she took her seat and chewed her share wincing as her head throbbed from the whack to her head. She had given up all her associates from the one who introduced her to the game to her apprentice on the very first night but she had been held for weeks. They knew who she was and what she did and had laid in wait and she had walked in with her prey on a short leash, everything had gone on so well until the lights had been switched off so barbarically. They went ahead and cleaned her accounts not without a little resistance which had been regularly shagged out of her, with a little help from a feel good syringe to her tongue. It didn’t take long for one of her accomplice to show up at the hidden location, she went through the same pricks treatment and sang like a canary. It seemed all they were interested in was information and recovering their investment from their captives accounts, but their purpose was over or so they prayed. They went as far as the room they slept in and to eat and that was all, the day had been spent sore courtesy of a little questioning and since there was no more information to pump out of them the end was nigh.

She looked at her phone awaiting any good news but none was coming, it was time she decided as she sent a coded message to the company butcher.

A screen lit up as a message popped up with a double emoji that only meant he had two orders to dispatch, he carefully gathered his tools and set off for his grueling task ahead.

The radio in the psv need not have bothered with commentary on that evening, what with the lanky middle aged git spreading the good word to the clocked out working stiffs. Most had their faces immersed on their handsets whilst the rest sat engrossed by the mobile service as the vehicle rumbled on, by the window sat a man gazing outside with a back pack on his lap doing neither.

She had set the wheels in motion and wondered, not for the first time if the girl would be okay, or preferably profitable.

Her quarters were plain and only served their purpose with little regard for aesthetics, in here she had had to ‘earn her keep’ by entertaining a number of Johns. In return she got access to shelter, food and a wicked hallucinogen that kept her meek, now it had been made clear her stay was over due. If they considered knocking her out for a talk then what would they find acceptable on matters disposal?