The Adventures of Modesty Blaise
Episode 1 The Lhasa Incident
This pathetic effort is a parody and is only remotely intended to
resemble the characters created by Peter
ODonnell. Other than the
names and images of some of the characters all work is original and any
resemblance to any of Mr. ODonnells works is purely accidental.
Chapter 7
Breakout
CHOW WAS gone when
Modesty awoke. She had fallen
into a sleep that more resembled a coma than natural
sleep. Something, however, woke
her up, something that she was able to identify as a
scream. Willy? she
wondered. Then realized that
the screams were mixed with cries for mercy in
Tibetan. For a few seconds she
felt relief until she realized that some other poor soul was being brutally
tortured. The thought roused
her from her stupor. Where Chow
had gone she had no idea, but she knew that she wasnt going to be left
alone for very long. With some
effort she managed to transfer the small piece of wire she had fixed in her
gum line into her fingers. It
wasnt much to work with, but she had not spent a good part of her life
picking locks without retaining some
skills.
Doggedly she worked
the bit of wire at the lock mechanism.
She had to force herself not to hurry and focus on the task; something
that was not easy with the knowledge that Chow or one of the guards might
enter the cell at any moment.
Fortunately, the handcuffs were not of the most sophisticated manufacture
and with a rewarding click the first cuff
released. With one hand free,
it took her even less time to remove the second
cuff. For the first time in several
days she was not bound or handcuffed.
The sensation of freedom was almost overwhelming, and completely
inaccurate. She was no longer
handcuffed, but there was still a cell door and dozens of guards between
her and freedom.
Fortunately Chow had
left her a blanket that she could use to cover her nude body while she
waited. She pulled it over her,
mindful of the fact that if Chow returned she would have to toss it off to
avoid suspicion. With little
more to do than wait she tried to relax, listening for the sounds of approaching
footsteps.
They came at last
and she slipped her hands back into the cuffs while kicking the blanket to
the floor. Closing her eyes she
tried to compose herself while the sounds of footsteps halted outside her
door. There was a wait of a few
seconds and she could imagine Chow peering through the tiny barred window,
making sure that she was still tightly
secured. Then the bolt was thrown
back and the door opened. Chow
entered the room. Fear sharpened
her senses and she could tell without seeing him who it
was. Even without recognizing
his footsteps she would have known him by the smell of his sweat, a smell
with which she had become all too
familiar. She could also tell
that he was alone, probably because he planned to enjoy her one more time
before continuing to torture her.
Open your eyes,
Miss Blaise. I have been in this
game too long to be fooled by someone pretending to
sleep. Open your eyes or I will
slap you awake.
Modesty did as Chow
instructed, staring up at him with what she hoped was a mixture of fear and
defiance. Youd no
doubt enjoy such a gutless act, Modesty
replied. After all I
cant fight back.
Still
defiant, Chow replied.
You amaze me.
Youre right, I would enjoy slapping you and I may do that before
I am finished our little session, but I am going to enjoy fucking you a great
deal more. His hands went
to his belt and he began to undo the
buckle.
Modesty waited until
his pants were around his ankles before making her
move. She came off the bed like
a panther, uncoiling in a single smooth motion; the handcuffs gripped in
her fists like brass knuckles, and slammed the metal ring of the cuffs between
Chows eyes. The huge Chinese
staggered back, his feet tangling in his pants and then toppled back, slamming
his head against the heavy cell door.
Modesty followed him
off the bed and stood over him, her feet on either side of his head, ready
to slam her foot into his throat.
But it wasnt necessary.
Blood flowed from the cut between his eyes and from his right
ear. It was apparent that he
probably wouldnt be a threat for some time, and Modesty made sure that
he stayed that way. Rolling him
over she handcuffed his hands behind him and then fashioned a gag out of
his underwear and stuffed it into his
mouth. She then used his belt
to tie his ankles. Satisfied
with her work she went to the door of the cell and peered into the
corridor. Finding it deserted
she took the blanket from the bed and wrapped it about
herself. It wasnt much
of a covering, but it would have to do for
now. She used Chows belt
to help hold her makeshift gown in place, and then picking up his gun she
moved into the corridor.
She looked both
ways. To her right the corridor
disappeared into darkness, but it was also the direction from which the screams
had come. Guessing that she probably
had a few minutes, as Chow would probably have told the guards not to show
up until her had enough time to rape her, Modesty started off into the
darkness.
She went slowly giving
her eyes a chance to adapt to the dark, and found that it was not as dark
as she had thought. There was
a glimmer of light from the end of the corridor and she slowly moved toward
it. As she got closer she could
hear voices and slowed even more, until she was barely
moving. Coming to a corner she
poked her head around it and saw the source of the light.
Four men were seated
at a crude table on equally rustic
chairs. They were deeply engrossed
in playing mahjong, laughing and chatting as they clicked the ivory
tiles. Unfortunately for them,
they had two things Modesty wanted a set of clothes that might fit
her, and the means to engineer a
distraction. She stepped into
the light, her pistol at the ready and her finger to her
lips.
There was a definite
language barrier, but the gun and her signal were
unmistakable. The four men froze
and Modesty motioned again, moving her hand in a downward
motion. The guards hit the floor,
all but one. Assuming that she
was distracted by the other three, he went for his
sidearm. The crack of Modestys
pistol echoed down the corridor and the guard dropped, shot through the middle
of his body. Damn!
she muttered. I didnt
need for that to happen.
Moving quickly, she disarmed the remaining guards and then picked
up a heavy ring laden with keys from the top of the
table. Booting the guards to
their feet she motioned toward the nearest cell and herded them into it,
and then closed and locked the door.
The guard she had
killed was close to her size, but she refused to put on his bloody
shirt. However, his boots and
pants fit her closely enough to see her though until she found something
better. Tossing aside the blanket
she grabbed a loose-fitting jacket to cover her upper body and then headed
down the corridor, unlocking one cell after the other.
She had no idea why
the prisoners she released had been incarcerated and she didnt much
care. What she wanted was to
cause as much confusion as possible and turn that to her
advantage. As the prisoners boiled
out of their cells and ran for the exits, Modesty headed back toward the
interrogation room and the cell where she had last seen
Willie.
She was breathing
hard by the time she reached the room where she had been
tortured. Her ordeal had taken
a good deal out of her and what she needed more than anything else was several
weeks of rest and recuperation, but that would have to
wait. The cell where Willie was
being held (if he was still there) was just
ahead. Normally it would be in
an area that was heavily guarded, but this time there remained only a single
guard. The sounds of shooting
and the shouts and screams escaping prisoners echoed throughout the vast
temple complex. There was little
problem in adding the sound of one more shot to the continual
fusillade.
Her bullet took the
guard though the chest and he collapsed without a
sound. Moving quickly she found
the keys to the cells and went to the one she hoped held
Willie. She got it right first
time and almost received a punch in the nose for her
troubles.
Jesus,
Princess, Willie exclaimed.
I thought you were one of Chows
wankers. Then he got a
good look at her and his expression changed to one of
rage. That bastard,
he growled. Wheres
that bastard, Chow?
Its alright,
Willie, Modesty replied.
Hes on ice for now.
We still have something to find and probably not much
time.
Princess
Willie began, but Modesty cut him off.
No,
Willie. Ive paid a pretty
high price on this mission and Im damned well going to see it
through. She didnt
add that she would do it alone if Willie refused to
come. Willie Garvin would never
abandon her in such a situation.
Right,
Princess, he said. He crossed
to the fallen guard and looted his
sidearm. Wed better
get going.
The trip back down
to the pit where she and Willie had been captured was sheer hell, but Modesty
didnt tell him that. The
adrenaline surge she had experienced when she had escaped was long gone and
she was moving under sheer willpower.
But somehow she made it, retrieved the map and made her way to the
place where the Heart of Tibet was supposedly
hidden. Without the map it would
never have been found. They ended
up in a section of corridor that looked like every other section, facing
a blank wall of fitted stone.
Modesty counted according to the maps
instructions. Three from
the floor and five from the
corner. She placed her
hand on a stone about a foot square and
pushed. Nothing happened and
Willie stepped forward.
Here, let me
try, he said, taking out a knife he had filched from the table outside
his cell. It was not one of his
beautifully balanced throwing knives, but it was probably just as well
considering what he did with it.
Forcing the blade between the blocks of stone he used it as a pry
bar and was rewarded when the stone
moved. Grabbing the edge of the
stone he eased it out, revealing a cavity about two feet
deep.
Modesty stepped
forward. Pointing the torch she
had acquired from one of the guards, she peered into the
hole. Inside there was what appeared
to be a roll of cloth. Reaching
in she retrieved it, set in on the floor and cut the red ribbon that encircled
the bundle. Slowly she unrolled
the bundle and then let out a low gasp of
astonishment.
Modesty had seen many
gems, many more than she had a right to, but this display took her breath
away.
Encroyable, she
muttered.
About as pretty
a bunch of baubles as Ive ever laid eyes on, Willie
commented.
Right,
Modesty commented. Now
lets go before anyone thinks to look for
us. Tying up the bundle
once again she stuffed it inside her shirt and then headed back the way they
had come.
Somehow, the walk
back seemed shorter in spite of the fact that it was uphill all the
way. Buoyed by her success, Modesty
managed to push her fatigue behind her and reached the part of the Potala
where she and Willie had been imprisoned.
Chaos still reigned and it was not difficult to find their way back
to the cell where Modesty had left Chow.
Her brutal captor
was conscious when they entered the cell, something that made it a lot easier
to get him to the room where he had spent two days torturing
her. Chow rolled his eyes as
Modesty, with Willies help, tied him strappado using the same ceiling
chains he had used to bind her.
Then he whimpered in fear as Modesty attached the electrodes to his
genitals.
Id love
to stay and keep you company, Modesty said as she completed the
connections. But I have
a package to deliver. She
had hooked up all of the batteries in
series. I expect the batteries
will run down in time, or if you are lucky someone may come looking for
you. Until then,
goodbye. She threw the
switch and left to the sound of Chows muffled
screams.
Epilogue
MODESTY SIPPED delicately
at her glass of mint tea and then set the final gem in
place. The perfect circle of
emeralds glowed under the bright light she used to illustrate her
work. Thats a work
of art, Princess, Willie commented.
A real work of art.
Isnt
it? Modesty smiled. It
was so nice of Tarrant to let us keep these few gems for my
collection.
E might
not ave been so obliging if youd told im you found more
than the Eart of Tibet, Willie
remarked.
Do you really
think so? Modesty grinned, fastening the finished pendant about her
elegant throat and stepping to the mirror where she could admire her
work.
Exquisite,
she thought. Some of my
best work. And why not? I paid
a very high price for it. Her
smile gone, she lifted her teacup.
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