A Changed Woman Part 1
HB5211
Anita Suarez sat in her penthouse far above the urban sprawl of Mexico City. She had an intense look on her face as she read papers pulled one by one from a report sitting on her heavy oaken desk. Across from her sat Ernesto Cologne in silence. Ernesto was in charge of Anita’s security occupying that position since the death of her father eight years ago at the hands of the Americans. He had delivered the file on her desk early this morning and knew Anita well enough to leave her alone as she read. Her attention on the papers told him everything he needed to know. Ernesto would soon have more work to do.
“This is excellent work; however, how reliable are the sources.” Anita made eye contact with her Security Chief as she spoke. She then took a sip of her coffee while eyeing Ernesto watching his body language. Anita, prior to her father’s death, was a clinical psychiatrist, and adept at reading body language.
Composing himself by taking a deep breath, Ernesto spoke slowly and calmly. “The sources have been used before and they are impeccable. Their information is never wrong.”
Anita nodded her head and a sly smile slowly spread across her face. “I believe you, Ernesto. Put your plan into motion and keep me abreast of your progress. Tell Eduardo, to prepare for our eventual guest’s arrival. I want to use the estate on Island Cedros.”
“The boys will grumble about Cedos,” Ernesto remarked. “There only some miners and fisherman out there with little to do. Outside of the villa, the entire place is a shit hole.” He regretted his characterization of the island as soon as he said it as Anita’s face quickly creased in a frown.
“You forget your place,” Anita said barely above a whisper. “My father loved the island for its simplicity, isolation, and most of all security. He often told me that there was a total lack of prying eyes out there.”
Ernesto nodded in agreement, stood and left the room. Anita smiled as he left. She liked efficiency and Ernesto was all business. However, he occasionally needed a reminder that he was not in charge. Turning to look out the window, Anita’s eyes focused north. Her mind focused on what Nancy Fleming was doing today. The latest Fleming investigation was highlighted in both the New York Times and The Washington Post today. She read the online versions after being picked by her driver earlier in the morning. Fleming’s image was etched into Anita’s mind. She would recognize her anywhere. “Soon,” she whispered, “you will be mine.”
Anita Suarez was 38 yrs old and a beauty. She was tall, with jet black hair and a tone body. A Doctor of both Psychiatry and Genetics she paid no attention to the family business when she was growing up. She went to the best schools and was college educated in both the United States and Canada. Anita never married nor did she have a boyfriend. There were rumors spoken in quiet corners and away from prying eyes that Anita may be a lesbian, but these were just rumors. Like her father, she ran the business after his death, a death she blamed one hundred percent on the Americans. The Suarez business empire had two sides: the legitimate side and the illegitimate side. It was the illegitimate side that caught the eye of the Americans and it was not long before the DEA, the CIA, the FBI and a host of other three letter agencies were poking into the businesses. On a trip to El Paso, Anita’s father was arrested and whisked away to New York, where he faced a myriad of charges from drug trafficking, human trafficking, money laundering, financial support of terrorism and accessory to the murder of U.S. Federal Agents. Before he stood trial, Suarez died of a massive heart attack. Anita blamed the Americans and especially Richard Fleming, who at the time, led the interagency task force targeting the Suarez Empire.
Nancy Fleming was Richard’s daughter and her career followed in her father’s footsteps. Richard had retired three years ago and now lived comfortably along the shores of the Chesapeake Bay. Nancy, a federal prosecutor, proved herself brilliant both in and outside of the courtroom and soon filled her father’s old job. As her reputation grew, she caught the attention of Anita.
As Anita concluded her discussion with the chief of security, Nancy Fleming was at the helm of a 40 ft sailboat heading down the bay from its mooring at the Annapolis Md city docks. She was a natural on the water and at 31 yrs old, she cut a stunning figure in a brilliant blue bikini. As she skimmed silently across the water, her mind wandered to her next target. For years, the Justice Department thought the Suarez family was crippled beyond repair especially after the death of the father. Now, however, it seems the family was back: stronger and bolder than ever thanks to the hard work of Anita Suarez. Fleming was confident that she would deal with Anita just as her father dealt with the elder Suarez.
On Sunday, Fleming walked onto the grounds of the U.S. Naval Academy to attend mass at the Chapel. She loved strolling the grounds and the peace and respite the chapel provided from her normally hectic life. Today, as she settled into a pew, she did not notice two pairs of eyes looking in her direction. Ernesto now had almost round the clock surveillance of the lawyer. He knew sooner or later he would have to kidnap her to keep his boss happy. The surveillance was just getting ahead of the game.
Within a week, the team sent to Annapolis had mapped the young prosecutor’s comings and goings. Nancy Fleming had no idea she was being followed nor was she aware that she established both a routine and a pattern that someone could use to know how she organized her days. After church, she went to brunch on the Academy grounds linking up with Donald Knight a fellow prosecutor and sailor. They had been dating for a few weeks, but nothing was serious.
The following week, Anita received information that preparations on the island were complete and modifications she requested at the villa were ready. Smiling, Anita looked out the window and whispered into the phone, “Ernesto, why don’t we bring our guest to the villa and start her new life.”
“It will be done,” was the answer Ernesto said. The wheels of Anita’s plan were now in motion.
Given the earlier surveillance, Ernesto’s team did not have to wait long to ensnare Nancy into their trap. They watched her leave the office on Thursday night and head to a local lounge for drinks with her colleagues. She parked in her usual spot and quickly walked into the establishment. The prosecutor did not even notice the gentleman sitting alone at the bar observing the crowd. At the same time, a panel truck pulled next to the driver’s side of Fleming’s car. Behind tinted windows, three men waited.
Inside the lounge, Nancy Fleming let her hair down a little, even agreeing to a second cosmo before heading home. She promised everyone, she was going to do no work tonight intending to relax. As she got up to leave, the gentleman at the bar, picked up his cell phone, dialed a programmed number and let the phone ring twice.
Inside the van, the driver heard the two rings and simply said, “get ready, she is coming.”
Nancy never even noticed the van next to her car; she was deep in thought about what she would have for dinner. When she did see the van, her only thought was that it was parked far enough away to allow her to open the door of her Audi RS-GT without a problem.
As she reached the car door, Nancy looked down and looked for her key fob. In literally seconds, practiced hands opened the fan door, grabbed the attorney and held a hand over her mouth. By the time Nancy disappeared into back of the van, it was in reverse and pulling out of the parking area. No one had witnessed anything and the disabled surveillance camera failed to record the kidnapping.
Nancy felt herself being pulled into the van. Before her mind registered what was going on, she felt the van moving. Strong arms healed her down, but there was no hand over her mouth. She screamed. Immediately, one of the hands holding her slapped her face hard.
“Shut up bitch, or the next one will be my fist,” Ernesto’s team leader growled.
Nancy continued to struggle, but had no success. She could not see the driver handing a small case to the two me. In the back.
“If you move, we will hurt you. Cooperate and you will not be hurt.” Those words calmed Nancy down for a minute and that was all the men needed. The man near Nancy’s feet, put his weight on the lawyer’s legs freeing his hands. He opened the small case and withdrew a syringe preloaded with a drug designed to make Fleming cooperative.
“Ouch, what the hell,” Nancy said as she looked down at her arm as the syringe was removed.
“What, noooo” she slurped as a fog descended over her mind. She drifted off into a drug induced sleep.
The driver headed to Route 50 East, went over the bay bridge and onto Kent Island where a plane waited at a private air strip. While driving, the men in the back were busy. Nancy was stripped and photographed at each stage. Once naked, Nancy was posed with the men for selfies. They were like deer hunters showing a prize doe. Once the pictures were done, they slipped Nancy into an orange prison jump suit and leg and wrist cuffs. Between the leg cuffs was a short 12 inch hobble chain. The wrist cuffs were locked together. By the time the van pulled next to the waiting plan, Nancy was ready to fly. Within minutes, she was loaded, secured in a seat, and the plane was airborne.
Ernesto received the call as he was sipping a very cold tequila.
“Like clockwork. She is on her way.” Ernesto smiled as he heard the words and quickly called Anita.
“We need to head to the island as she has started her journey.” Ernesto sipped his drink and nodded at whatever was said back to him.
Hours later, the plane carrying Nancy Fleming began its slow decent into Cedros Island.
“How is our guest?” The pilot asked over the intercom.
“We’ve given her another injection, so she will be fine, “ came the reply. The man watching Fleming laughed and added, “she better get accustomed to injections where she is going.” Laughter filled the cockpit.
Taxing to a small building off to the side of the runway, the plane stopped and let the passengers disembark. A vehicle similar to an ambulance pulled up and the passenger in the orange jump suit was put on a gurney, loaded in the vehicle and whisked away. Fleming’s journey was over, but her new life was just beginning.
Inside the villa, all preparations had been made. By the time Ernesto and Anita arrived, Nancy Fleming was resting comfortably in a drug induced sleep, in a room off the west wing of the house.
Anita gave crisp orders.
“I want her awake in the morning and brought to breakfast.” She then added, “have Luisa prepare her. I want her stripped, cleaned, chipped, and tattooed by morning. Luisa knows my standards.”
Ernesto nodded and moved off to get the process started. Anita looked out over the sea and smiled knowing her father would be happy. By tomorrow, she knew Fleming’s father would receive both photographic and video evidence that his daughter was taken.
Sunlight streaming through sheer curtains mixed with a warm ocean breeze caused Nancy Fleming to stir in her bed. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Her mind was still groggy and it took minutes for her to get bearings and realize she did not know where this place was located. She also realized that she was naked under the sheet. Looking around for her clothes, she found none. Slowly, the memory of the van came back, but then nothing.
Fleming was startled by a knock on the door. Without waiting for an answer, Luisa pushed open the door and greeted the guest.
“Good morning senorita, my name is Luisa and I will see to your needs while you are our guest. If you need anything, please let me know.”
“I need my clothes,” Fleming stated wrapping a sheet around her body.”
“You are not allowed clothes yet,” Luisa said in a matter of fact tone. “It will all be explained to you at breakfast.” Gesturing to the bathroom, she told Fleming to prepare herself.
Looking in the mirror, the young attorney could not see where microchips had been implanted on under the skin on the back of her neck, not could she see the tattoo above her left buttocks. It was small and had the word “enclave #3” in colorful ink. Translated, Nancy was marked as “slave number three.” Little did she know that she was the third slave taken from the U.S. by Anita on her revenge tour.
Luisa insisted on makeup, by Nancy refused. With little fanfare, the two walked down the hall and onto a veranda where breakfast was being served. Looking up from her coffee, Anita could not help but smiling as the naked, proud American was brought to her table.
“Have a seat as we have much to talk about,” Anita said and gesture to a seat beside her.
“Do you know who I am,” Anita asked.
Sitting now, Fleming nodded. “Dr. Anita Suarez in the flesh.”
“Very good,” Anita laughed and gestured to the maids to bring breakfast for her guest. “Do you know why you are here?”
Fleming simply answered “No,” but added, “you have made a serious mistake and miscalculation.”
“I don’t think so, but time will tell and it is a risk worth taking. You, Ms. Fleming, are revenge and fulfillment of a promise to my late father. Your father took from me and now, I will take from him.”
“Eat up, you will need your strength,” Anita laughed. “We have such plans for you. When we finish, even your parents will have a hard time recognizing you.”
Fleming just sat there not eating.
“Fine,” Anita whispered, “I have more fun when you play hard to get.”
Anita nodded to Luisa and two others, Fleming felt two arms on her shoulders leading her away. The escorts did not take her back to the room where she spent the night, but to a medical exam room. With practiced efficiency, Nancy found herself strapped onto an examination table where her feet were bound to stirrups and her torso was strapped to the chair back.
With practiced efficiency, a small medical team entered the room and the young lawyer found herself prepped for a procedure she neither signed up for or wanted. Before she knew it, Nancy had an IV line started, heart monitors on, and was being oxygenated.
Someone whispered in her ear, “my plans for you begin today.”
Nancy knew Anita was in the room.
“Today, I finally get to put both of my degrees together into a single patient.” Anita paused for effect and continued. “That’s what you are here: my patient and there will be big changes coming.”
Nodding, a tall thin man in the corner walked over near the table and began taking pictures. “We want to document everything for your family,” Anita whispered softly into Fleming’s ear.
Watching in horror, Nancy saw her captor pick up a syringe and insert it into the IV port. Slowly and for dramatic effect, Anita depressed the plunger until the contents of the syringe were deposited into the attorney’s body.
“Enjoy the sleep,” someone laughed as a dark fog descended on the captured American.