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Never Any Excuse Chapter 5 (Mg, Mf, fg, ped, cons)
         by Uncle Sky (Edited by R Hoisington)

Mike arrived in half an hour as promised. I'd given the situation
a lot of thought and was ready to make some radical moves. I took
him to the kitchen and offered him some coffee. He accepted and
we sat down as I filled him in.

"I talked to Wilson and Beth about what's going on. They both
agree that we need to keep the local cops out of things for now.
There are too many of them involved who might get wind of what
we're doing."

"Yeah. I'm afraid you're right."

"Beth has gotten approval for the FBI to enter the case. But
it'll take a couple of days for them to get up to speed.
Meanwhile, there are little girls being raped, and I can't sit by
and do nothing."

"I can understand your feelings, Sam. But what can you do?"

"I'm going to rescue the girls."

"And just how do you plan to accomplish that without upsetting
the whole operation?"

"I want to set up a little black bag mission. But there are some
things I need to know first. I want you to find out what is going
on in the other three houses we know these guys are running. Send
someone in today. Use the phone repair gag or the gas leak scam.
What ever you have to. But find out if there are young girls
involved. I'll check with Rat and see if he knows anything. If
there are more young girls in this mess I may need to revise my
plans, but for now I'll go on the assumption that only the one
house has underage girls. As a matter of fact, let me call Rat
now and see what he can tell me. There's something else I need
from him any way."

Mike sat silent as I placed the call to Rat.

The phone was answered on the first ring. "Yeah?"

"It's Sam. I need a couple of things, and I need them yesterday.
There'll be a bonus for speed."

"'Kay."

"I need to know if there are more girls being used for sex in
three other houses. See if you can find out what goes on in these
places."  I gave him the three addresses.

"Gotcha. What else?"

"I need some roofies."

"How many?"

"Six should be more than enough. I won't ask you to deal, Rat.
Just tell me where I can 'find' some lying around."

"Gimme an hour." Click.

I turned back to Mike. "I'm going to try and slip the two perps
some Roofies and then slip in and remove all the girls."

"That'll be some job. How are you going to do it?"

"With a lot of help from Ginger and anyone else I can think of.
I'll need you to set up the removal part of the operation. Get
one of our vans with a couple of our female operatives. I'll want
them to stand by about a block from the house while I go in. When
I'm ready I'll call on my cell and have them pull up to the
house. As soon as the girls come out I want them loaded in the
van and driven away quickly."

"That could be called kidnapping, Sam. I suggest you have the
girls walk out alone so they can say they just ran away. It's a
flimsy excuse but it might make a difference if we have any
trouble later."

"Good idea. Now all I need to do is figure how I can get them to
walk out."

I called Ginger to come and help me. She looked a little nervous.
I guess she knew what was being discussed and it frightened her.

"Ginger, honey, I need some help from you so I can save the other
girls that are back where you were being kept. Can you make a
sketch of the house so I can see the rooms and things? It doesn't
have to be pretty, just an outline."

"I... I think so Sam."

I got some paper and a pencil for her and she started to draw the
floor plan. While she was doing that I asked her some questions.

"Do the girls ever talk about running away?"

"Yes. All the time, but their scared. Mary said she tried once,
but they found her and beat her real bad."

"Do the customers come to the house at all hours, or is there a
schedule?"

"No, they only come until around midnight. George said that
people would get suspicious if there were people visiting any
later than that."

"Good. Do they have a routine they follow?"

"I don't understand. What's that?"

"I mean do they do the same thing every day at the same time?
Especially at night?"

"Yes, I guess so. George and Maureen sit in the living room all
evening and let the customers in. When the customer's time is up
they go and knock on the door to the girls room. At about
midnight they lock up and then sit in the kitchen and have a
glass of wine while they count the money from that day. Then they
put it in the safe they have and go to bed. By that time we're
all asleep. We shower and go to bed as soon as they lock up. Is
that what you mean?"

"Yes, that's very good, Ginger. Do they drink the wine any other
time?"

"No. George says they need to stay sober just in case."

"Okay. Where do the keep the wine?"

"In the fridge in the kitchen."

"Do you know what kind of lock the back door has?"

"I don't know about locks."

"Well, is it the kind that's part of the door or is it a small
box screwed onto the door?"

"Oh, it's part of the door. It's an old one with one of those
funny keys like in the old movies."

"You mean one with a keyhole you can look through?"

"Yeah, that kind."

"Very good. Thank you Ginger. You've been very helpful."

I glanced at the sketch she had made. It looked fairly simple but
I thought it would be enough. I asked her a few questions about
the layout and made some notes on the plan.

"How many girls were there when you left, Ginger?"

"Five."

"Does each girl have her own room?"

"No. They sleep two to a room. Mary is probably alone since I
left."

"Can you mark on here who is in which room? Show me where George
and Maureen sleep, too."

She made some notes on the sketch.

"Thank you, Ginger. One more thing. If I promise you will be
protected would you come with me to get the other girls out of
that house?"

"I'd be too scared, Sam. I don't want those people to get me."

"Okay. We'll talk more later. Thank you, honey. You can go back
and watch tv now."

I turned back to Mike and went over some more of what I needed.

"Mike, I need a couple of our best bugs. I'm going to plant one
in the kitchen and, if I have time, one on the phone. I'm also
going to need a diversion. I want someone who is a good actor who
will go to the front door at the right time and act drunk and
raise hell. It has to be realistic so they don't tumble to it
being fake."

Mike laughed. "You mean like the act I put on at the Christmas
party?"

"Yes. Exactly like that."

"I'm your man Sam. I can pull it off, and I'm big enough that
there's little chance they'll get physical with me. You just tell
me what time and I'll be there."

"You're not field ops, Mike. I can't ask you to do this."

"You didn't ask, Sam. I volunteered and that's it. I want in on
this."

"Okay. Thanks. It's two o'clock now. Let's get busy and see if we
can be ready by eight. I think we should aim for a meeting here
at seven. If everything looks good we go tonight."

Mike left, and I sat there for a while thinking. There was a lot
to do and I needed a number of other people to come through with
information or it wouldn't work. I decided I need to have another
talk with Ginger. But first I called Mother. She answered on the
first ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mother. It's Sam."

"Hi, Sam. How's Ginger? Is she doing better?"

"Yes, she's doing fine. Still a little scared but feeling better.
I was wondering about something Mother."

"What is it, Sam?"

"If you had a sudden visit by a group of girls, how many could
you find beds for?"

"Let's see.... There are four empty beds right now. Is that
enough?"

"Not quite. How about five?"

"I guess we could double up a couple of the smaller girls if we
needed to. What are you planning, Sam?"

"No details now, Mother. If things go well we may have five girls
looking for a place to stay late tonight."

"Okay, Sam. I'll get things ready just in case. If you need the
beds just call me a few minutes ahead, and I'll move a couple of
the girls. They'll be asleep and won't even realize what's
happening."

"Thanks. Let Jennie know what may happen, and tell her I'll send
extra security if we need it."

"I'll do that. Bye now, Sam. Be careful."

"I will, Mother. Bye bye."

I went out to the living room. The girls were sitting on the
couch. When I got close they moved apart so I could sit between
them. I put an arm around each one and hugged her.

"Ginger, have you thought about coming with me to help the girls
tonight?"

"Yes, but I'm still scared, Sam. Do I have to?"

"No, you don't. But it would be a big help. Let me explain what I
want to do." I told her what my plans were including the van
waiting to take the girls away. I told her there would be several
armed guards with the van to be sure nothing could harm her. I
planned to use one of the larger vans that would seat twelve.
There would be a driver and one guard in the front and one more
in the back. I was also planning on two more female operatives in
the back who would also be armed. I just wanted her to be there
so the girls would know it was safe to get in the van."

Cheryl spoke up first. "What If I came along, Ginger. Would that
make you feel better?"

I could see Ginger was giving it some thought. I didn't like the
idea of Cheryl going but really couldn't ask Ginger to go if I
wouldn't allow Cheryl to be a part of it. In the end Ginger
agreed to go if Cheryl went too. I thanked them and picked up the
phone.

"Yes, Sam."

"Amber, can you patch me through to the team watching the target
house?"

"Sure. Hang on."

There was a pause and then a male voice. "Yes, Sam?"

"I need some intel on the house you're watching."

"Like what?"

"If I wanted to get in through the rear door, is there an alley
or some other way to reach it that is out of sight?"

"No, there isn't an alley but the house that is behind it is
vacant. You could park on the next street over and go through the
yard and around back of the vacant house. Then there's a gate
that leads into the yard behind the target. It should be dark
enough that you wouldn't be seen."

"That sounds good. Thanks. Has Mike filled you in on the plan
yet?"

"He gave us a quick rundown and said there would be another
couple of people here to help out. He said we would get a call if
and when the operation was a go."

"Okay. Thanks. Keep you eyes open just in case and let us know if
there is anything unusual happening."

"Will do."

It had only been an hour since I called Rat when he called back.
He said that the other three addresses I gave him didn't have
little girls. One was a drug dealers pad and the other two were
regular whorehouses. I asked about the roofies.

"If you wuz a bum and wuz pickin up cans in da alley I saw ya in
once, ya might find cans can be woith a lot. But ya gotta be
fast."

"Thanks Rat. I owe you."

"Nah, yuz paid up." Click.

I called Amber again.

"Yes?"

"Amber, I need some things and I need them fast."

"Go ahead, Sam."

"I need some makeup and clothes to make me look like a homeless
transient. And a big garbage bag that's about half full of
aluminum cans. I think you'll find some clothes that'll work in
the closet in my office. I need this stuff fast and I need
someone to stay inside here with the girls while I go out."

"Okay, Sam. You should have what you need in about thirty
minutes."

Twenty eight minutes later the phone rang. When I answered it a
voice told me to open the door for a delivery. When I opened it I
was greeted by Amber with a big smile on her face. She came in
and handed me the clothes and things. I introduced her to the
girls. I could see right away they were going to get along just
fine.

About an hour later a dirty, homeless man wearing old torn
clothes stumbled into an alley down town. He had a bag of cans
over his shoulder. He slowly poked around the trash in the alley
and picked up several empty cans. He dropped them in his bag and
moved on. It took him about a half an hour to finish searching
the alley and then make his way down the block and around the
corner. No one really noticed him and he was soon gone.

I got back to the house and dropped the cans in the kitchen. I
headed for the shower without much comment from the girls. I
needed to get the smell off as soon as I could. When I came back
out dressed in my black slacks and shirt I found Amber holding a
can out to me. I took it and turned it up over my hand. Six small
tablets dropped into my palm. I had my roofies and the plan was
moving along.

There were still a couple of hours before I had to go on the
first part of the operation. I decided to take a short nap. Amber
said she was going to stay anyway and that she'd keep the girls
company and make dinner when it was time. I stretched out on my
bed and was asleep in seconds.

I was awakened by the feel of a soft pair of lips kissing my
cheek right next to my mouth. I didn't even open my eyes. I just
reached up and pulled Cheryl's head around and pressed my lips to
hers for a soft but passionate kiss. As I held the kiss I opened
my eyes. Oh shit!

What I saw was not Cheryl with her eyes closed enjoying the kiss
as I was. What I saw was two big green eyes open so wide they
looked like they might fall out. It was Ginger, not Cheryl. I
pulled back and sat up quickly. Ginger just stood there staring
at me with those big, soft eyes still wide open. She looked
surprised but not scared.

"Ginger, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you. I was having a
dream about someone else, and when I woke up it was you. I didn't
mean to do that."

She stood there for a minute. Slowly her eyes closed a little and
a smile spread over her face. There was something odd in the look
she gave me as she leaned down to whisper in my ear. He voice was
soft, and I could feel the warmth of her breath in my ear as she
spoke.

"It's okay, Sam. I know you were surprised, too. But you know
what? I liked it. I liked it a LOT!"

And in a flash, before I could reply, she was out the door
calling back over her shoulder.

"Dinner's ready."

Amber had prepared a nice little meal. Nothing too heavy but
enough to satisfy and keep us through the evening. I noticed
Ginger glance over at me several times while we ate. She had this
little smile that just showed on the corners of her mouth. But
there was a bigger smile in her eyes.

Mike arrived at seven with the equipment we needed. He was
dressed in what looked like expensive clothes but could best be
described as disheveled. He looked and smelled like he had been
on a bender for several hours.

With Amber's help we were both wired. Mike would just wear a tiny
bug so the team watching from across the street could hear him.
We didn't want George to find the wire. I wore both a transmitter
and receiver. It was also set to be monitored by the watchers,
but in my case they would be able to tell me what was going on
and warn me of any danger.

We were ready in a short time and left at seven forty-five. As we
went out the door I heard Amber on the phone telling them we were
leaving. We went in the car I was using. I didn't think it was
smart for Mike to drive. It would be our luck he'd be stopped for
drunk driving.

We arrived on schedule and parked the car in front of the empty
house behind the target. We shook hands and I headed through the
yard towards the back of the house. Mike started staggering down
the street, mumbling to himself and looking at house numbers as
he went along.

It didn't take long for me to get into position in the back yard
of the target. The back of the house was dark, but I could see
lights at the sides and on the second floor. I reported being in
position and ready. All I heard was "Check" in my ear. Time
seemed to crawl, but finally the voice came on again.

"He's at the door."

I waited.

"They opened the door and are trying to tell him he has the wrong
address. It's getting loud. GO!"

I quickly aproached the back door. I slipped the skeleton key
into the lock and turned. I was in luck. It turned and clicked. I
opened the door slowly, keeping as quiet as I could. There was a
second door into the house from the back room. It was not locked
and I was in the kitchen. The lights were out but there was
enough light from the front of the house for me to see. I went to
the refrigerator and opened it. The wine bottle was there as
Ginger had said. It was a cheap wine. I noted the brand and
quickly opened it. The bottle was about half full. I dropped four
roofies into it and put the top back on. I gently tipped it up
and down to mix it and then put it back where it had been. I was
nearly done. I took a small bug out of my pocket, reached under
the table and pressed it firmly in a corner.

I spoke softly. "Test" and scratched a finger nail oved the bug.

The voice in my ear said, "Check," confirming they heard it. I
turned and headed out the back door. Just as I closed the outside
door the voice came on again.

"He's leaving, and they're closing the door. No sign of any
trouble."

"Check. I'm out and will be at the car in two minutes. Keep me
informed of his progress," I whispered.

I slipped into the car and waited.

"He's just turning the corner. No sign anyone is watching."

I saw Mike coming down the street, still staggering. When he
reached the car he leaned against it for a minute. I could see he
was looking around. I couldn't see anyone watching, and in a
moment he got in the car. I started it up and slowly moved out
and away from the area.

"We're clear," I reported.

"Check. No sign of trouble. You're clear."

I sighed with relief and headed home. On the way Mike told me
about his perfomance and laughed the whole time. He said both
George and Maureen had cursed him out and yelled at him in
frustration the whole time. He said he hadn't had that much fun
in years. I made a quick stop at a liquor store and picked up a
bottle of wine like the one I drugged. We were home by nine
thirty. Mike said he'd be back at about eleven thirty and headed
home to clean up.

When I entered the house I found the girls sitting watching tv.
They jumped up when they saw me and ran to give me a big hug.
They each kissed me on the cheek and said they had been worried.
Amber smiled and said she was going home to change and would be
back at eleven thirty with the van. She was going to be one of
the females to be with the girls. That surprised me, but I didn't
say anything about it. I just thanked her for taking care of
Ginger and Cheryl.

Ginger was still a little scared about what was coming. I
suggested she take her nightly hot bath, and then both girls
could take a short nap. I sat down on the couch to relax. I was
still a little worked up from my activity. A few moments later
Ginger came out wearing her robe. She sat down on my lap looking
nervous.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Cheryl told me about all you did for her when you found her."

"Yes?"

"She also told me how you gave her the nice hot baths Doctor Jack
ordered."

I started to get a little nervous myself. "Yes?"

"She said it made her feel so much better. I wondered if you
would help me with my bath like you did Cheryl."

"I don't know, Ginger. That might not be a good idea,"

She looked so sad, and her eyes were glistening as if she were
about to cry. She got off my lap and just stood there for a
minute. When she spoke it was softly, and she looked at the
floor.

"You think I'm dirty and bad because of what I've been doing for
the last year, don't you? That's why you don't want to see me or
touch me, isn't it?"

"No, Ginger, that's not it at all. You're much older than Cheryl
was then and too old for me to be helping you with your bath. It
wouldn't be right. You are not bad or dirty. It was not your
fault that those things happened."

"I don't care if I am older, Sam. I want you to help me like you
did Cheryl. She said you checked her injuries and rubbed cream on
her to make her feel better. I want you to do that for me, too.
If you really like me you'll do it. Pleeaase, Sam?"

What could I do? I mean could you refuse a pretty little girl who
asked so nicely and was almost in tears? I don't think so. I know
I couldn't. I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. The
tub was already filled with steaming hot water and bubbles. It
seems the place was well stocked, and that included bubble bath.

I put Ginger down. She gave me a shy look as she untied the belt
of her robe. Then she turned away from me and opened it, letting
it slide just a little off her shoulders. She looked over her
shoulder at me as if waiting for something. It took me a minute
to realize she wanted me to take the robe. I reached around her
and grasped the robe at the lapels. I pulled it back and slid it
off as she stepped forward. I held the robe up between us so she
was not exposed. She smiled, stepped into the tub and sat down so
the bubbles covered her up to the neck.

I hung the robe on a hook on the door and sat down on the closed
toilet to watch. Ginger just lay still in the water letting it
soak into her scared little body. I watched and waited for what
would come next and thought about what had happened with Cheryl.
I didn't dare let that happen again. This girl was hurt by many
men, and the last thing she needed was another man using her. I
didn't know what was going to happen, but it scared me.

The end of chapter 5.

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