Seeing Alan's **** attempt to call for help, the toy soldiers spring into action, refusing to let this derail their mission. The Cadet and Nikki at his shoulders, and even the Major herself, quickly lunge down at his face, keeping the tape in place, the Cadet pinching his nose shut with her tiny plastic hands, silencing him as he strained and groaned futilely.
"Ah-ah, sugar," Nikki cooed, "No need to cause a scene, now."
The Cadet giggled quietly as she tightened her grip on his nose, "Let's see if his eyes bulge out..."
Christy, oblivious to the situation in the workshop, was still moseying around the empty storefront. "Alan? Come on, I just need one of those buff soldier guys, my brother thought he ordered the monster ones, but he got the wrong one -- it was some 'Creature Feature Gwendy' line, and he's all piss about it, so I gotta get him something."
Back in the workshop, the Major's head tilted at the mention of the Creature Feature Scum, seemingly in possession of this civilian girl's younger brother. She glanced at a few other identical Major Lugers around the space, all clocking that too. "Hm," she hummed curiously, as her plastic boot pressed down on Alan's Adam's apple to further hinder his attempted yells. Alan muffled and groaned, his mouth sealed with tape and the Cadet doll's hands pinching his nose. He had no way to expel any noise, and couldn't breathe, the three soldier dolls crowded over his face, forcibly holding his head still from all sides, as several others took hold of the restraints over his body to keep him from wriggling.
Christy looked around, tugging on the door to the back workshop, finding it locked. She gave the locked door an annoyed knock, feeling even more frustrated by its refusal to open. She sighed, slowly accepting defeat. "...Alright. I can see the light on, so I'm pretty sure you're back there, but...fine. Maybe you just don't wanna talk to me..."
The dolls start to grin with relief, while Alan's eyes widen. He muffles desperately and pulls against his bondage and his captors with renewed vigor, but he's still restrained and can't breathe. It's just not enough.
"No, no, no, sugar," the Nikki doll chided quietly, "No college girls for you. You're a _taken man _tonight." The dolls worked together to keep him from struggling. They knew their situation was a precarious one, and any wrong move could be disastrous. They clutched him down, using leverage and what strength they had to keep his head still and ensure he kept quiet.
Christy sighs, giving up. "...alright, sorry for stopping by. I'll...see you around." With that, she heads back toward the door, as another Major Luger stationed in the storefront motions to one of the Cadets.
"One set, form up on me," she ordered quietly, "She's sheltering the enemy. We follow her, scout for intel, see what leverage we can gleam. Let's move!"
One set of dolls nodded and hopped down from the shelves, scurrying across the floor and out the storefront, close behind Christy. It was nearly dusk out, the square was all but deserted. Their foot-tall bodies made no noise as they scurried across the sidewalk and climbed up into the back basket of her moped, out of sight.
Meanwhile back in the workshop, the sound of the front door closing yields a sigh of relief from the remaining sets dolls, followed by a Rosa and a Bright Eyes swiftly and acrobatically climbing up the door frame and locking it, the heavy brass _click _sealing Alan's fate with this occupying army.
"Tough luck, loverboy," Major Luger mocked, easing off his windpipe. "Looks like you're in for a long night's work."
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