The Phone call...

The police headquarters,

Harrison had told the detectives and brass what she had seen and knew... omitting that she had recognized her girlfriend Vicky among the bee themed henchmen. The one henchmen, well woman, that had been captured, was clearly not talking, and the subject of some sort of mind control. That had given Harrison hope that her girlfriend hadn't just left her, but had been kidnapped and she could get her back...

Another phone rang, and an officer went to a side corner, relief washed over them as they made contact with their loved ones. These calls were coming in at random. The phone networks were overloaded. That interview that so called journalist gave before surrendering herself to the so called 'Bee Queen' live on air meant that the entire country was calling in to their city to find and confirm loved ones were still safe, others were calling to get news in or out of the city and everyone in the city was calling everyone they know trying to find loved ones.

Then Harrison's personal phone rang. She looked down in confusion for a second. She had already got messages out to her family that she was safe... the name made her blood run cold.

"You going to get that lieutenant?" a SWAT Sergeant asked.

"Give me a minute please," Harrison said stepping into an empty window office that had been set aside, "Vicky?"

"Hay Jo," her girlfriend's voice was happy, maybe a bit drunk, and with a weird buzzing sound.

"Vicky, tell me where you are," Harrison started, "I can get you out, we can get you free, you can come home baby..."

The sweet giggle Vicky gave in response took a sinister twist, and only got worse when she started talking with a mocking tone.

"Jo, I left you because you are a bitch," Vicky laughed, "I was staying in my sister's apartment for two days before my new goddess offered me a place among her hive, isn't that right Your Majesty?"

"Yes my lovely little Judas," the voice of the Bee Queen came on the phone, "She came to me and offered to help me recruit more lesbians and gays to join my hive, her sister was the first to be droned because of your lovely ex's actions."

"Bullshit," Harrison snapped, "She doesn't know how to fight or use weapons..."

"Well she didn't," The Queen Bee chuckled.

"Her Majesty made improvements, I can kick your ass if you hadn't gotten me with a cheep shot from behind Jo," Vicky giggled, "Maybe if you had spent more time tackling me in bed, I wouldn't have ditched you."

That stung Harrison's heart and soul.

"Look, if you want to be with her again," the Queen Bee said, "I can make it happen, but there will be a price... first you will be her drone ****... no thoughts, only the pleasure of serving your Queen and your Captain... And second, I want more soldiers. Bring them over by honey, by hook or by hoodwink, but I want my own SWAT team."

The call ended.