They trade Beretta for Syd and Nancy

The sun was beginning to set as the Bens pulled off the I-5 and rolled down a dirt-road. Neither man talked much, both brooding over the situation at hand. Anxiety of what had happened and what was about to happen lay heavy in their stomachs. The peril their friends and co-workers had gotten themselves into had really been a tough hit to the two men.

“That’s a beautiful sunset, boys!” Vincent Beretta’s chipper voice from the backseat cut into the dark atmosphere of the car. Leaning forward, the hitman braced against the backrest of the front seat to get a better look, excitement in his eyes.

“Shut your fucking mouth, Beretta!” Baines hissed, slamming the heel of his palm against the steering wheel, barely containing his rage.

The killer dropped back into his seat, his wide smile unbroken as he enjoyed the irritation he had caused. His eyes went back and forth between the two men in front of them, savoring their tense shoulders and miserable mood.

He didn’t exactly know what was going on, but he could put two and two together. He had been sitting in his cell, reading an old copy of Stephen King’s “Shining” on his bunk and waiting for another day of the rest of his life to come to an end when Detective Ben Walker, dressed in a prison guard’s uniform, had stepped into his cell, cuffing him and taking him along. Any questions and remarks had been ignored, the blonde man just telling him to shut up and come along, but Beretta had always been a curious man. A Detective in a guard’s uniform meant something interesting was going on… his situation was going to change either for the better or the very much worse. Beretta didn’t take walked for the type of cop to drive him out into the desert and put two rounds into the back of his skull, so he was very willing to gamble.

Predictably, Walker had guided him to one of the back entrances of the prison, keeping his own head low all the time to shield his face from the security cameras as he did so. It had went smoothly, leading Beretta to suspect that at least one or two of the guards were in on all this and at least looking the other way. Outside, Baines had waited in a car: small, blue and inconspicuous. Beretta had slipped in the back, Walker in the front and then they had been gone.

It had been about ten minutes ago when he had figured out that they were heading to the Machida airfield. From there, it had not taken much to put two and two together. The men’s sour attitude, them heading for an airfield that Wesson liked to use as a backdoor into the US of A… He figured that the old boss had not forgotten about him after all. It started to smell like freedom!

The small car followed the long, winded dirt road for about five minutes before one final turn revealed a straight, broad strip of asphalt, long enough to allow for a small airplane to start and land.

“They’re here!” Walker said, his voice flat. He was still dressed in his guard’s disguise, his hand casually resting on the holster of his weapon.

A few hundred yards ahead, a small, old Cessna stood at the edge of the runway. The pilot had landed it and already turned it around, ready to take off and leave the country as soon as their business was over.

Baines eyes narrowed as he let the car roll closer. He could see that the pilot was still in the cockpit, the plane’s motor idling, ready to go. Wesson casually sat on the steps of the small stairs, smoking a cigarette as he waited for them to arrive while two big, muscled South-Americans – Baines immediately recognized them as the two brutes from the video that had been violating Syd and Nancy – stood leaned against a large wooden crate next to him.

“Oh, boys!” Beretta piped up from the backseat, his voice giddy, “Looks like the big boss is here… guess he got you good, huh?!”

“Where the fuck are Syd and Nancy?!” Walker hissed, ignoring the thug as the car rolled to a stop about fifteen yards from the plane. The two cops exchanged a look before they opened their car doors and stepped out. Walker opened the door for Beretta and dragged the cuffed man from his seat with a firm grip of his upper arm while Baines kept a close eye on the three gangsters, who now postured up, smug smiles on their faces.

“Detectives… Pleasure to see you again!” Wesson greeted them as Walker dragged Beretta along, stopping next to Baines about ten yards away from their adversaries, “And I see you brought my associate along as well! Always knew you could be trusted!”

“Spare us, dickwad!” Baines growled, his voice betraying his utter unwillingness to play any games in the current situation. Adrenaline was pumping in his veins and he was extremely aware of his gun, tucked into the holster on his belt. “Where are McKenna and Burnett?”

The small crime boss chuckled before he lightly kicked the large crate the men had brought along. It was big… big enough to contain two grown women if they were squeezed into it…

“Relax…” Wesson smugly told them, “We cut airholes into the box… The sluts are fine, just sedated!” He nodded to his men, who grabbed a handle each on either side of the box and lifted it onto a creeper dolly before a hard shove made it roll over towards the Bens.

“Fuck me…” Walker muttered, briefly exchanging a glance with his partner. As Baines kept a close eye on the criminals, the blonde man reached for the latch and unbuckled it, deftly shoving the box open.

“HOLY SHIT!” Baines, Walker and Beretta exclaimed in unison, their eyes widening as the contents of the crate were revealed.

Wesson had not been lying: Syd and Nancy were alive, their bodies virtually unharmed. That said, the criminals obviously had intended to make the reveal as humiliating as possible as the two gorgeous Detectives were lined up side by side, each of them tied up like a pretzel in what looked to be elaborate bondage patterns. Their arms were tied behind their backs in what looked to be a very strenuous position, their palms touching almost between their shoulder blades in a reverse-prayer pose. Their ankles were tied as well and a short length of rope looped around their necks to connect them to their knees, forcing the two **** women into a humiliating face-down-ass-up-pose that brazenly presented their cunts and their assholes to the men as soon as the box was opened.

“Goddamn!” Beretta was the first to speak as the two cops still stood speechless, unable to tear their eyes from their exposed colleagues, “McKenna really has a pretty asshole!”

He lifted his cuffed hands and before the Bens could stop him he brought them down hard on the **** Latina’s bare ass, making the firm flesh jiggle. “Well, I guess I’m out of here…”

Walker and Baines did nothing to stop him, too shaken by the sight of their formidable colleagues’ utter defacement as Beretta briefly rubbed the tips of his calloused fingers over Nancy’s sleek pussy, then smelled his digits as he casually strode towards his friends.

“I knew you wouldn’t let me rot!” he smirked as he stood in front of Wesson, who regarded him with a smile.

“No man left behind!” Wesson nodded, giving his killer a light pat on the shoulder, “There’s Tequila on the plane…”

“Oh sweet!” Beretta grinned. Turning around, he gave the cops a big, dramatic wave. “Farewell, boys! It has been a pleasure!”

With that, the young thug climbed the stairs, a spring in his step. One of Wesson’s goons immediately followed while the other stayed behind with his boss, who stared the Bens down with his cocky smile. A moment later, a shot, followed by the dull thud of a body falling to the floor, rang out of the plane.

“I heard Beretta was ready to crack…” Wesson explained, his attitude nonchalant as the two policemen stared in surprise. “Can’t let that happen, so I had to put the dog down…”

“You fucking maniac…” was all Walker managed, his hand back on the handle of his weapon.

“Absolutely!” Wesson shrugged. “Spread the word!”

Turning around, he now climbed the stairs, followed by the second goon. Just as he was about to close the plane’s door, the crime boss leaned out and addressed them. “Goes without saying that I have tons and tons of video of the two whores doing things that I don’t think they want online… If I ever even think one of you four idiots wants to come after me I will turn those cunts into internet sensations. I just want that to be clear!”

Without another second, the door slammed shut and the plane started rolling. Walker and Baines watched silently as the Cessna accelerated down the runway until it took off, leaving the United States as quickly as it had arrived.

“Fuck…” Walker muttered after almost a minute of silence. His eyes dropped back to the crate with Syd and Nancy’s sleeping forms. McKenna really had a pretty asshole!