Taken Hostage

by Hutchins, Hollie

  Thorvall looked at her with bitter, accusing eyes. “You had better come and see your friends. Or perhaps one of them was more than a friend. Or perhaps,” he said with a sour twist of his mouth, “Given your cavalier attitude towards the act of love, more than one of them was your lover!”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “These people have come to rescue me? This I got to see!”

  Nine

  Thorvall led her to a docking bay. There she saw a large, featureless, black metallic cube, about thirty foot across. Standing nearby were a Latino woman in camouflage pants and a string-sleeve vest, and a guy who fit the bill as a neurotic New York intellectual turned freedom fighter. Stella thought he probably had Uranus in his mid-heaven.

  To right and left there were two dozen armed guards with their weapons trained on the couple. Thorvall stood and considered the two fighters. Then, putting his hands behind his back he walked up to Alvarez and stared into her face. After that he did the same to Bernie.

  As he walked back toward Stella Alvarez said, “You done? Now can we talk turkey?”

  Stella decided she liked her. Thorvall spoke to the wall, in a big, booming voice.

  “You have a choice. You can either have Stella Williams, or you can have your commander. Which will it be?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You thought you would distract my attention by offering a trade, and meanwhile you would disarm or destroy the cube. What you didn’t realize was that the cube was a trap set for the very purpose of drawing you out where I could snatch you. Your leader is…” he pointed at the cube, “…in there. So, you came here offering to trade Olaf for Stella Williams. Now I give you a choice. You return Olaf, and you chose, Stella or your commander. Which one do you value most highly?”

  Bernie said, “You done talking? We haven’t got all night. You want Olaf back, we want Stella back. Now, where, when and how?”

  Thorvall frowned.

  “You are not interested in your commander?”

  Alvarez said, “We ain’t interested in bullshit, Thorvall. You’re all talk. You got the boss, show him. You ain’t gonna show him, let’s talk about Stella. Put your fockin’ money where your fockin’ mouth is, Pendejo!”

  Thorvall scowled and snapped, “Open the cube!”

  The panel slid back and the light snapped on. Stella stared in fascination. There was a man there, sitting cross-legged on the floor. He was wearing dirty jeans and a sweatshirt. He was by no means the most beautiful man she had ever seen – that would have to be Thorvall – nor was he built like a god (again, that would be Thorvall). But as he stood from his sitting position, without using his hands, he looked lean, wiry and muscular, and he had ‘son of a bitch’ written over every inch of his battle hardened body.

  She knew, instantly, that this was the man who was going to give her joyful hell for the rest of her life.

  He stepped out of the cube, looked at the two dozen men, looked at Alvarez and Bernie without acknowledging them and finally looked at Stella and Thorvall. The latter spread his hands.

  “So, who is it to be, Stella Williams, or this grunt?”

  Erickson spoke without hesitation. “Stella. If you want Olaf back, they take Stella and you keep me.”

  Thorvall nodded. Then he starred at the floor and wagged his finger up and down in an affirmative sort of way. “You…you humans are subtle. We have underestimated you by a long stretch. You have inherited from us much more than we thought.” He began to pace. “I see what you have done. Was this your plan?” he glanced at Erickson, then frowned again and shook his head. “No, nooo…you don’t look intelligent enough. It was you. You planned this from the start, didn’t you, Stella? Infiltrate the mother-ship, seduce the Governor with your subtle, emotional sexual wiles…”

  Erickson looked at Stella with interest and smiled. She blushed and fluttered her eyelashes. Alvarez rolled her eyes.

  Thorvall continued, “…and then use him to infiltrate a team into the ship.” There was a momentary catch in his throat as he said, “Well, you can be proud of yourself. It almost worked. But we are tougher than that. I will get over you, Stella Vegas…or should I say, Commander Stella Williams!” He turned to the guards. “Take them all away. Through them in a cell!”

  Bernie said, “What about Olaf?”

  Thorvall curled his lip. “All I want that schmuck for is to skin him and feed him to the rats. You think I give a damn about that piece of scoria? I just wanted to draw you into the ship. Take them away!”

  They were disarmed, marched to an elevator and taken down three levels. Here they were again marched down several passages with grilled metal floors until they came to a row of doors. The guard punched a code into a panel on the wall and one of the doors slid open. They were pushed in and the door closed with a hiss.

  There were no seats, so they sat on the floor. Erickson smiled at Stella. “You must be Stella Williams.”

  “Kinda. I’m Stella, but not Williams.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “So…?”

  “He kinda got hooked on me.” She grinned. “I must be a damn good lay, because he raped me and it was so good he fell in love.” Alvarez snorted, then burst out laughing. Stella glanced at her. “I know, right? Anyway, you heard him, for some reason he thought it was mutual, and took me into his confidence. So I played him. It was the thing to do, right? He asked me for advice on how to catch you. The cube was my idea…”

  “So you set us up?”

  She pulled a face. “Not exactly. I needed to get you here… Anyway, when you offered to trade Olaf for a Stella Williams, he assumed Stella Williams was me. Who is she?”

  “Wait, back up. Why did he assume it was you?”

  “Probably because I crippled three of his guards before he raped me. I’m pretty good at Krav Maga and Jeet Kune Do.” She made a slightly regretful face and added, “Plus I have a bit of an attitude problem.”

  He said, “Good to know. And why did you need to get us here?” She glanced around the room and he caught her meaning. The cell was probably bugged. He glanced at Alvarez and Bernie. They got it too.

  Suddenly he made a savage face and scowled at her.

  “You fuckin’ lying bitch! You fuckin’ set us up!” He got on his feet. “How much are they paying you, you fuckin’ traitor? Ay! What are our fuckin’ lives worth?” Suddenly he was on her, screaming “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you!” And Alvarez and Bernie were on his heels.

  She screamed and cowered and they whaled into her, kneeling on her and raining blows from every angle. She cried out for help, but her shouts were drowned out by the savage rage of her three assailants. Within a few seconds Bernie and Alvarez had immobilized her and Erickson was kneeling on her, pounding her head with his fists. All the security cameras could see were her feet twitching from under the mass of bodies on top of her. The guards knew one thing. Their lives were not worth a damn if Stella was killed. Thorvall would not feed them to the rats, he would eat them himself!

  It had only been thirty seconds, but the attack had been like lightning - and deadly. The door hissed open and four guards burst in shouting, “Stand back! Move away!” as they rushed toward the prone girl. Her three attackers pulled back. The first to strike was Stella herself. Her kick to the guard’s head broke his neck. Erickson snapped a second trooper’s neck and as he did so Bernie choked a third. By which time Alvarez had shattered the fourth’s windpipe, taken his gun and shot him.

  They took their weapons and made for the door. As they came out into the passage four more guards were running their way. Three double-taps laid out three of them. The fourth dropped his weapon and put his hands up. Stella shot him between the eyes.

  They moved toward the elevators. Stella said, “We need to get to the engineering department.”

  Erickson said, “First we need Thorvall.”

  Stella said, “There are things I need to explain to you.”

  They had reached the elevators. Stella said
, “You just tell it where you want to go.” She gave a cough and said, “Elevator, Divinity Level One.”

  The door opened. They climbed in and the doors closed. They started to rise. Erickson narrowed his eyes at her. “You know your way around here…”

  “I’m observant. I was naked at the time, and wet and covered in soap, but I still observe.”

  He nodded, visualizing it. “Interesting.”

  She smiled, “You think so?”

  `They came to a soft halt and the doors opened. They moved on, all four with their weapons drawn, to Thorvall’s door. They looked at each other. Unsure how to open the door and get in. Stella reached over and knocked. A voice inside said, “Come!” and they opened the door.

  Ten

  Erickson stormed in like a tornado, sent Thorvall sprawling across the floor, stood on his neck and scanned the room for guards. Then he knelt on Thorvall’s chest and snapped, “Alvarez, Bernie, check the other rooms! Stella, tie his hands and feet!”

  “With pleasure!”

  Thorvall was staring at Erickson. “How do you think you can get away with this? Do you realize how small and impotent you are?”

  Erickson grabbed him by the scruff of his neck while Stella pulled out his shoelaces to tie his wrists. He snarled, “That’s what all the seven hundred million other sperm said to me as I was swimming for the egg, and look at me now!”

  Thorvall frowned. “That is a really weird thing to say.”

  Stella nodded, “He’s right, it was.”

  “So I’m weird. What’s new? Now his ankles.”

  They rolled him over and She tied his ankles together. Alvarez and Bernie came back. “Apartment’s clear.”

  “Right everybody sit down.” As he said this, Erickson stood. Everybody else sat. Thorvall said, “I can’t.”

  Erickson ignored him and pointed at Stella, “You are going to explain why you needed to get me here. And then you…” he pointed at Thorvall, “Are going to tell us how to get out of here.”

  Thorvall sneered, “And then what? How long do you think you will last out there? How long do you think you can survive? You have seen how powerful we are! You have seen what we can do!”

  Erickson considered him for a moment. He was smiling.

  “Let’s forget for the moment what I have seen, and let’s consider what I am seeing right now. I’m seeing you tied up on the floor, telling me how powerful you are. I am seeing you tied up with…” he hunkered down and flicked Thorvall’s bonds, “…shoelaces. He stood and wandered around the room. “I’m seeing soldiers – not galactic imperial star troopers – bog standard grunts and not very well trained ones at that. And I am seeing that they are using standard issue, NATO 43mm M4 rifles.”

  Thorvall was silent, watching him. Erickson pointed around him at the ship. “I grant you this is impressive. I don’t know how you do it, though I could hazard a few guesses. But I’ll tell you something I do know. In this vast ship, three miles across, I haven’t seen more than twenty-four men at any one time. Where is everybody? Where are the troops, the administrators, the engineers?”

  Thorvall didn’t answer. He stared accusingly at Stella. Erickson shook his head.

  “You’re not aliens, are you? You’re not from another planet. You’re not returning after millennia roving the galaxy. This is some big, nasty hoax. And you are going to come with us and tell me all about it.”

  A look of panic flashed across Thorvall’s face. Erickson caught it and narrowed his eyes. He turned to Stella.

  “Shoot.”

  “After what you’ve just said, I’m not sure if you’ll believe me.”

  “Try me.”

  “Just after I was captured and…” she scowled down at Thorvall, “…raped! This guy seemed to go soft on me, thought we had something special going on. So he told me a few things, you know, pillow talk. He told me that we are the same species…”

  “That’s what Olaf said. I think it’s bollocks.”

  “Who’s talking here, you or me?”

  “All right, don’t get your knickers in a twist.”

  “I’m just saying. Cause if you ask me a question, and then you talk, we’re wasting time, right?” She waited. He raised an eyebrow at her. Alvarez snorted. Stella said, “OK. So he tells me, they go around the galaxy seeding colonies of humans, they wait for them to reach maturity and when they do, they come and get all the hot chicks for their sex trade. It’s the biggest industry in the empire.”

  Bernie shrugged. “Makes sense, I guess. But what does ‘maturity’ mean? They could have been doing that for the last ten thousand years, why now suddenly?”

  Thorvall said, “I’m right here! I could be telling you this myself!”

  “Shut up! That’s what I asked him. And here is the important part which made me think I had to get you onboard the ship…” She paused. Thorvall groaned and closed his eyes. Alvarez, Bernie and Erickson stared.

  “We, our two species, are almost identical. But you know what kind of an impact a minute difference can make at the genetic level?”

  Bernie nodded, “It’s true. Chimps are 98% similar to humans. That 2% makes a massive difference in real terms. Cats are only 10% different. The fruit fly shares about 60% of its DNA with humans.”

  Erickson said, “OK, I get the point. A small percentage variation in DNA can have a big impact. So we are 99.5% similar to this bunch, what does that .5% amount to in actual difference?”

  Stella said, “Air.”

  “Air?”

  Thorvall groaned. “We don’t like your air. Or, rather, your air doesn’t like us! We made the mistake of seeding you when the glaciation was at its height.”

  “What the fuck has ice to do with the price of bleedin’ eggs?”

  “Everything!” It was Stella again. “Before the glaciation CO2 levels on the planet were through the roof. The whole planet was a tropical steam bath. It was an environment which was paradise for reptiles and dinosaurs. We share about 65% of our DNA with reptiles, birds and, presumably, dinosaurs. These guys share a little more, about 66%. And here’s another thing, where we lack the proteins to trigger a lot of that DNA, they have more of those proteins.”

  Erickson was scratching his chin and his head by turns

  “What are you saying…?”

  “That these guys are a bit closer to the reptile than we are, and they benefit from a CO2 rich environment. As of the last couple of years, levels have been approaching those of about four million years ago.”

  Bernie said, “And that’s why they have come back now.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Holy shit.”

  “Yeah. But there is more…”

  Thorvall thrashed on the floor and tried to sit up, shouting, “Shut up you stupid woman! You traitor!”

  “You shut up!” It was everyone. They all shouted it at the same time. Erickson said, “What more?”

  “Everything that has happened since about 1750 AD – the steam engine to the microchip and artificial intelligence – all of it has been fed to us by them.”

  Erickson looked incredulous. “These bozos? Are you kidding? That’s hard to believe…”

  Stella shook her head and wagged her finger at him. “They ain’t so much stupid as complacent and arrogant. The whole thing had a dual purpose, to massively increase CO2, and to bring about the handheld screen.”

  Bernie said, “The Zombie Revolution. Make the environment suitable for them, and at the same time turn us all into brain-dead, fast-food-fed morons, so they could just walk in and take over.”

  Thorvall stared at Bernie. “Oh, please, tell me you are not shocked and disgusted.”

  Bernie shook his head. “No, it just proves just how closely related we are.”

  Erickson said, “We haven’t got time to get philosophical, chaps. This is all very interesting, but it doesn’t help with the immediate problem, which is survival.”

  Thorvall glared at Stella, who gave him the finger.

 
“Actually, that’s where your wrong, Erickson. Survival is exactly what it does help with.”

  Eleven

  “Apparently, with their technology, getting CO2 levels down is easy. The problem is generating the stuff. For that, they had to cover the planet in factories – or at least persuade us to do it.”

  Erickson hunkered down in front of Thorvall. “So if we reduce the CO2 levels to what they were in, say, ten thousand BC, you’d have to fuck off?”

  “Yeah, but you’d also trigger a new Ice Age.”

  Erickson stood. “I saw you on the TV, you were down at the UN Building. You were not suffering with your breathing.”

  Thorvall shrugged. “You expect me to help you? Fuck you.” He glanced at Stella. “And you, you treacherous bitch!”

  “Rapist.”

  “You broke my heart!”

  Erickson turned on them both. “Shut up!” He eyed Thorvall. “OK, Thorvall, I’m going to take you to an airlock and I’m going to throw you out.”

  “What?”

  “I saw you on TV and swore to myself that I would kill you. And that’s how I’m going to do it.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I don’t like you. Because you invaded my planet. Because you take our women and enslave them…I could go on. A lot.”

  He stared at Stella. She shrugged. “I agree with him. This whole love thing happened in your head, not mine.”

  Alvarez looked uncomfortable but Erickson silenced her with a look. Bernie, who was smart and had read Erickson’s game, said, “You have one chance, dude. I know this guy. He teaches special ops SOBs how to be mean. He is ruthless. I tell you, you think you are reptilian – this guy thinks having a heart is a reference to the menu of the day…”

  “OK! I get it! You sold it to me! What’s the chance I have?”

  Bernie shrugged. “Make yourself more valuable alive than dead.”

  Erickson pulled a face. “It might work.”

  “How?”

  “We eliminate the CO2, make the planet cold and you fuck off for the next ten thousand years.”