Sleepless
#1 of Slepless Nights
Sleepless Nights This story and the characters contained within are copyright Jay R. Audette, Jr. (AKA: Sarin Birran Kilgare) 1997. All beings/occurences are fictional. Any resemblances to any being, living or deceased, is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording, or held by any information storage and retrieval system without express permission of the author.
- * * "Sarin..." "Hmm?" "Wake up, sugah." The soft female voice wound it's way into his drowsy mind. "Why?" "Behcause if y'all don't, Ah'll shove this AR-15 up yer ass." The smooth southern drawl sweetly replied. Sarin grumphed softly and forced his eyes to open. Standing before him was an astonishingly beautiful vixen. Her auburn hair flowed softly down over her shoulders, framing her porcelain-formed muzzle and fathoms deep aqua eyes. At five feet and seven inches, Halycion looked like a mere trifle, and in a dress her 36D-26-34 figure drew catcalls, wolf-whistles, and wanton stares. This rare beauty was lost on Sarin, however, considering that the vixen before him was wearing jungle camo battle fatigues, grenades, a chain of ammo running each way across her body, and had an AR-15 assault rifle leveled at his head. He raised an eyebrow and yawned, the tip of his tongue curling in that feline way, making Haly giggle. "What?" He asked, rather annoyed at being woken. He'd had a hard night, and the last thing he needed was a seductive, heavily-armed, hell-bent, one-woman-army bothering him at the ass-crack of dawn. He sighed softly and got out of bed. "Oooh," Haly cooed, "Did I get somone up on the wrong side of the bed?" She giggled and flipped the AR's safety on. Shouldering the weapon, she followed him into the bathroom and waited for him to get into the shower and get wet before letting out an appreciative murr. "Enjoying the view?" Sarin chortled. Haly replied, "Quite." Sarin chuckled, "Well, once you've had your fill ogling me...bah, would you hand me the soap in the dish next to the sink?" She did so and he continued, "Anyway, once yer done drooling, care to tell me what you're here so early for?" Haly began softly, "Well, about a week ag*" "What? I can't hear you over the water." Sarin interrupted, "Gimmie a min to get outta here." She waited calmly for him to extricate himself from the shower, and begin drying off. While he was toweling, she began again, dropping the faux southern accent. "About a week ago, a P.I. friend of mine tipped me onto a job. A good one too, started out as a missing person case, then turned into a kidnapping. Some guy and his wife were in Greece doing the tourist thing, and she got snagged by some dickhead's goons. You know the deal, kidnapping rich American women for fun and profit. Anyway, I almost passed on the job, till this P.I. buddy of mine tells me the pay is eight hundred grand. So, I took the job and went in my usual way." Sarin intejected,"That wouldn't happen to be guns blazing and blowing shit up would it?", and quickly avoided getting a towel snapped at his butt. Haly stuck her tongue out at him and continued "Well, come to find out that the bitch wasn't really kidnapped. She was sellin herself to this guy for a while to get the cash she needed to get her husband killed. Personally, I think she's nuts, her tod's a real hottie, and he's disgustingly ric*" Interrupting her again, Sarin asked, "Haly, the point?" By this time he is fully dressed and checking his guns. Garunteed, if Haly's around, he's going to need them. She giggles and grins, "Umm...I need someone to help me?" "Help you? With what, may I ask?" Sarin responded. "Ummmmm...," Haly blushed, "With the goons the bitch set on me for blowing her plan; the guys who "kidnapped" her, for destroying their house; and the feds, who, thanks to the guy who hired me, think I was in on it all." Sarin just gave Haly this kind of incredulous look, then began to chuckle. He continued to chuckle, and allowed it to flow into a full-blown laugh as he fell back onto his bed. "Haly...fluff." He was having a bit of trouble talking and regaining his breath, "You have _got_ to be kidding. You mean to tell me you came here, to me, because you finally wrote a check your ass couldn't cash? Ohhh....that is _RICH!_" He continued laughing until he fell off the bed, and Haly proceeded to give him a swift kick in the ribs. "OUCH! *grumbledamnedbitchvixensgrumble*" Upon recieving another kick, he shut up. "Well, are you going to help me or not?" Haly asked, almost whining. "Yeah, I'll help ya. On one condition." "Which is?" "Once all this is over, You and I are going down for a night out at "8 Seconds." Haly nodded and helped him finish gathering all his gear, which for Sarin, was a fairly simple task. Except for his guns, because he had a few of them. Two Glock .45s, Two Desert Eagle .50s, a Remington Marine Magnum 12 ga., and an HK MP5SD. All covered unobtrousively by his duster. Include the duffle bag full of various other equipment; a telaudial listening system, remote tracking devices, micro-video cams, silencers, night-vision goggles, two-way sub-vocal transmitters and canal-mount recievers, a pawful of grenades, some plastique, det-cord, various types of detonation devices, and finally, a small mortar launcher and a couple of mortars, and you had a vixen and a cat ready to wage a small war. The male feline casually perused the level of firepower he had loaded out for this project and glanced at the vixen. "Do you think this is a bit much?" he inquired. Halycion chuckled, "Nah, never know what we'll go up against. Always best to be prepared." Sarin nodded and sighed as he zipped up the duffel bag, thankful that his day job gave him access to this level of supplies for when his silly sister got herself in trouble. They left the house and drove casually towards theprivate airport Sarin called his boss. "McLennan Services, this is Sincera, how can I help you?" Sarin's secretary churred into the phone. Her syrupy, sweet voice made Sarin's skin tingle and he smiled, "Sasha, tell John that I need to borrow the plane for a private job. I'm leaving now, and I'll be back as soon as possible. He can take it out of my business share account." He could almost hear her nodding, "Ok. I'll let him know. And Sarin... please be careful." He grinned, "I always am." They hung up and Halycion raised an eyebrow at him as they pulled up to the hangar, "Ifn I didn't know better, and I don't, I'd say that skunkette was sweet on you bro. Thinkin bout hangin it up? Sarin laughed as they got out of the truck, "Hadn't really thought about it, sis. Ya never know, I guess." They loaded the plane from the back of the truck and climbed onboard. "Head to Jacksonville, Marty, I'll give ya more info once we refuel," Sarin called to the pilot as he kicked back into a chair. Halycion followed suit and they planned the project to come as the plane taxied down the runway and became airborne. ----Finally complete 03/26/01. Please e-mail me at [email protected] with any constructive criticism. Flames will be ignored. Thanks. :)