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Episode 2: When You See Daylight
Part 2
Earlier that day….
The UPS uniform did not fit Violet well. It was too large for her thin frame and sagged everywhere she would have liked it to stretch. This was not surprising since the person she had taken the uniform from was overweight by twenty pounds. Not that the fit mattered much. The uniform and the big brown truck that went with it had been sufficient to get her onto the T&T grounds.
Now Violet stood in the receiving dock looking up into the bright blue eyes of a young male clerk. The eyes were not focused back on hers but were cast a little further down her body – to her bosom to be exact. Although Violet did not have much in the way of breasts she did know how to expose them and currently she held one pair to the clerk’s ace-high nothing.
“So you really work here all by yourself?” she asked him keeping her voice high and soft as a whisper.
“Hmm-mm. I’m sort of in charge.” His voice cracked as he spoke.
Violet smiled despite herself. She licked her lips and stepped closer to the boy, rubbing her body against his.
“There’s no one else here at all? It’s just you,” She put one hand on his narrow shoulder, “and me?”
The boy snaked a hand around her waist and Violet didn’t budge. She could feel the heat coming from his skinny body and feel his heart beating loud in his chest.
“We’re all alone,” he told her.
Violet put her other hand on his other shoulder and grabbed tightly, bringing her face closer to his. She puckered her lips and … brought her knee up into his crotch as hard as she could.
“Sorry, sweetie” she whispered to him as she laid him whimpering to the ground, “business is business.”
Five minutes later the boy was bound with shipping tape and gagged with a wad of kraft paper. Violet stood in the outside corridor carrying a package, wearing the clerk’s clothes and, more importantly, his ID badge. As luck would have it the first person who Violet Met in the hall was a security guard.
“Where are you going?” the guard asked.
“To deliver this,” Violet indicated the package and smiling broadly at the big woman.
The guard rolled her eyes.
“Deliver it where?” she asked and reached for the radio clipped to her belt.
“Ah jeez,” moaned Violet. She swung her leg up at the woman’s head in a spinning kick – which the woman easily ducked.
“Intruder on level thirteen,” she shouted into her radio.
Violet swung again and this time connected with the guard’s head, knocking her unconscious. Violet dragged her into a stairwell and reached behind her back for a gun. She removed a snub-nosed thirty-eight pistol from hammer-space and held the barrel against the guard’s head — then she pulled the weapon away.
“I am so going to regret this,” she said and dropped the pistol back into hammer-space.
She heard voices on the stairs above her and rushed down away from them. The voices turned to concern as the guards encountered Violet’s victim and she sped up. One guard leaned over the railing and shouted after her.
“Stop right there.”
Instinctively Violet looked up. The guard held a gun pointed down. She kept running.
“God damn it stop or I’ll shoot!”
Violet still did not stop and the guard fired once, then twice more. The bullets ricocheted around her head. Violet leaned over the railing and looked down the stairwell. She was still five floors from the bottom.
“I hope this is worth it,” she said and leaped over the railing to free-fall the rest of the way.
