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Moises came to later, though he was unsure how much time had passed. The last thing he remembered was the attractive woman in the elevator and nearly getting to his place before everything went dark. He tried to recollect. Did something happen? Were they attacked? NO, he remembered. He remembered the volts that were sent through his body.

The bitch did this. 

He tried to move his arm and found he couldn't. Blinking a few times to clear his vision, he checked himself out and saw that he was strung up, chained to the ceiling. He couldn't move from this spot. He attempted to rip the chains off in a vain attempt to get free.

"I wouldn't tire yourself out so quickly. We are only getting started."

Quill came out of the darkness now. She took graceful steps forward, the heels of her shoes clicking on the tiled floor beneath them. She sat down on the chair that Moises hadn't noticed before. Quill glanced up and caught his eye, giving him a smile.

"What the hell did you do to me?"

"I sent a message. See Moises, I know all about you. I know exactly who you are. That playboy on the cover of magazines and billboards and ads. That's not who you are, is it?"

Moises felt tense. Who the hell was this woman?

"No, Moises. I know what you do behind locked doors. I know about all of the women who you take home and are never seen again. I know how much is sent to news outlets to keep it all quiet. I know about paying to ensure the families are silent or disposed of. I know everything. Granted, a lot of it was kept under lock and key. To your credit, it took some effort. But you have quite the log. I'd call it genius keeping tabs on all of your dirty work if it wasn't so fucking stupid."

Moises lashed out, reaching for Quill's throat. The [i]gorram[/i] bitch! How dare she think she had something over him. Women needed to learn their place.

"I imagine you are thinking that I am just some woman who needs to be put in her place. What you don't seem to get, Moises is that I am not here on my own. Granted, it was a pleasure to take you down a peg. No, I am here purely on business. It seems you ruffled some feathers and needed to be....taken care of."

Moises felt the sweat pool on the back of his neck. He needed to get out of this somehow. Get her to unlock him so he could take her out and move on from this nightmare. "What do you want? Money? I have money! Name a figure and it's yours."

Quill chuckled. "Oh sweetie. I am not doing this for money. And nothing you have will satisfy me, though I bet that's not the first time you heard that from a woman."

Moises, again, lunged at her. "I would keep that anger in check. You see, Moises. I needed something and to get that something I had to do this. I was tasked with killing you." Quill could see Moises' eyes widen, though he did his best to hide it. "Oh don't get it wrong, I have no intention of ending your life physically. That would be the easy way out. A bullet through the temple and that's it. You go to wherever dirtbags like you go. I don't believe in heaven or hell so." She shrugged.

"Then what are you going to do?" Moises uttered.

"Good question. I still intend to kill you, of course. But not so much your physical existence. Instead, I want the accumulation of all of the women you killed to be weighed down on you. I want people to look at you like the trash you are. Every time your name is brought up I want people to vomit due to how disgusting you are. I want your name synonymous with filth."

Moises started laughing now. "I am invincible bitch! There is no system out there that will listen. I pay them off well."

Quill nodded. "Oh, I know. And I looked. You covered your tracks well. However, what you did not account for was those that deal with...let's say 'underhanded methods'. Those that can't be so easily bought. It pays to have friends in low places. In fact, I would say right now all of the information in your little black book is being leaked far and wide." Sure enough, Quill heard a ring and looked at her communicator. "Ah yes, the deed is done. Soon word of your little hobby here will get out. And while law enforcement might be slow to respond, I guarantee there is an army of women from all walks of life who will not sit idly by knowing you like to target them. Then the authorities will have to respond. And don't get it twisted, thinking a high-price lawyer will get you out of it or the judge will toss the case. I made sure that they all knew that their families and friends were targets. How else would they listen to you? Blackmail can be real dirty." 

Quill stood up. "I'll call to have someone let you go. Maybe they'll give you a head start. I would take this opportunity to pray to whatever god you believe in, because where you are going, you are going to need a miracle to survive."

WIth that, she turned to leave, hearing the cries and curses of Moises as he ultimately came to his fate.

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“Yuri Antonov,” Hekubah proclaimed, “you and your entire crew are bound by law for illegal human trafficking and unpermitted slave acquisition.  You,” he couldn’t help grinning as the cuffs bit again into the first mate’s wrists, “are going away for a long, long time.”

Before the good detective could make good on his word, one of his subordinates could be heard. "Miss, you can't go through here. It is a crime scene! Miss! MISS!"

Kehubah turned to see an attractive blonde woman stride forward. "Who are you? How'd you get in here?"

Quill cast an eye on Yuri and the others, seeing them worse for wear. She clenched her fist before she unclenched and brought her syrupy smile. "Quill Cassidy. The pleasure is yours. I am here to see that my friends here are released and not bothered."

Hekubah started laughing. "And what makes you think I will do such a thing."

"Well detective, I imagine you like following the letter of the law. So here." Quill handed the man a lengthy file. Hekubah took it and opened it, glancing over the papers. Once his eyes fell to the wording, he appeared surprised. "I'll sum it up for you. We have a license signed by Veronica St. Bartholemew herself allowing the transportation of the anabaptists on this Firefly vessel. We also have legal documentation to traverse through your jurisdiction without harm. And, if my eyes don't deceive me, I believe my friends here have come to some harm. Do I need to inspect the anabaptists for injuries too?"

Before the good detective could muster anything else, Quill continued. "Here's what I suggest happens next. I suggest you let my friends go with sincere apologies for how you treated them. I then suggest you go to the anabaptists and apologize for their treatment and see about getting them some resources for their trouble. Then, I would take your badge and kiss it goodbye because, when I am done with you, you will be lucky if you get to clean the toilets of your law enforcement agency, much less work the streets again. Are we clear?"