Spy Games by Longshot (f, qs, cement, grim?) Julia hated this kind of operation ... It was a dinner party type set up. Some important document or the other had been stolen ... again ... and it was her team's job to recover it ... again. She wondered why the idiots just didn't get better security. So here she was along with the rest of her team. And what was her job? To distract the enemy while the others got the fun job of recovering the document. So here she was in this tight minidress exposing most of her breasts and too much of her legs, which were encased in black pantyhose which were uncomfortable as well as hot, and her feet in 3 inch high heels. 'The things I do for my country,' she thought to herself as she made her way over to the suspect and began to flirt with him. He made some degrading comment that she would have normally slapped the face off of any guy who dared to utter the first syllable of, but she smiled and giggled softly. The evening continued on like this for about an hour. The premier thought on her mind being, 'If those goons don't hurry up I'm going to hurt this guy.' She had managed to skillfully dodge three offers of leaving the party and having some real fun, and yet this cretin still tried. Finally the order came through her ear piece. "We got it ... get outta there, Julia!" 'Thank God!' she thought to herself. She excused herself muttering something about powdering her nose. She made a beeline for the exit. Her first mistake of the evening. She slipped out the door hoping that the cretin she'd had to spend the last thirty minutes with didn't get wise to what she had been doing anytime soon. "Great! Now for the really fun part," she muttered to herself. The party had been held out in the middle of nowhere. More exactly in the middle of some bog. "Hmm I think I know why he picked this place ... It matches his personality, cold, clingy and disgusting." Soft laughter came through her earpiece. "Cute Julia. Maintain radio silence and get to the meeting place. Remember the route ... that place is dangerous." "I copy that Brian ... and I remember the route, don't worry. I'm not gonna die. I gotta make sure I can pay you back for inflicting that torture on me." Laughter again and then a third voice. "Cut the chatter you two and concentrate on getting back ... they're onto us!" Julia uttered several soft curse words as she kicked off her heels. "These things are just gonna slow me down," she said to no one in particular. She took off into a full tilt run just as she heard some men yelling about scouting the perimeter and the spies mustn't be allowed to escape. She ran as fast as she could with the muddy ground sucking at her stocking feet with every step. She heard one of them yelling, "I found one of them's shoes! They went this way! She's leaving a trail a three year old could follow!" She muttered softly to herself again and looked around. "The swampy terrain around me is going to reveal my tracks no matter what ... the direct route is the best one and the fastest." She took off again in a straight line towards where her car was to be parked. This made her second mistake. She ran fast and hard although she didn't get far. She suddenly felt her feet stop, regardless of her mental commands for them to go forward. Julia looked down to see that her feet were buried in some sort of brownish goo. She held back the urge to scream in frustration and begin to tug at her legs pumping them up and down. She felt as if forces were aligning against her as instead of pulling her feet out as she expected she sank in the mud to her knees. She spoke softly but loud enough to be heard in her radio. "Guys, I'm in trouble ... real bad trouble! Their men are in pursuit and I seem to be stuck in some sort of mud!" Silence followed for a few moments then Brian's voice, "Julia, what is your position? Did you leave the route?" "Affirmative! I did and ... I seem to be ... sinking?" Julia felt her legs slipping deeper into the mud as it seemed to flow under her stocking feet. "What the hell is going on here, Brian? What have you gotten me into?" Again silence and then the third voice, "Julia, you must remain calm! The route drawn up was one of the shortest safe routes back to your vehicle!" Julia tugged at her legs again as the mud began to creep up over her thighs. "Base ... define safe." A long silence followed and Julia felt the soft mud engulf her legs and was starting on her waist when the replay came. "Julia ... you are in quicksand!" Julia looked around her. She couldn't hear the men that had been chasing her. She couldn't see anything there was some dense swamp grass about two feet high blocking her view of most everything on all sides that seemed to surround this pool of brown mud that she was sinking into. It was up to her waist now and she whispered, "Base, what do you advise?" "I advise being very still Julia, no frantic movements. Don't panic! We'll home in on your radio and come get you. You will sink, but as long as you remain still it will stop eventually." Julia gulped softly. "I understand, base ..." Julia continued to sink in silence. Her rib cage and then her breasts disappeared into the sand before she finally came to the point of buoyancy. She was up to her neck, her shoulders were under the muck and her hands were just above the surface. She heard a rustling in the grass before her. She cried out with a faint, "Help! Please, help me!" A deep voice spoke into a radio. "Yes. We have tracked her. She's neck deep in quicksand. Advise? - Understood. - Alright lady, stay still if you want to live." Julia nodded silently. The man reached down and grabbed her hands. He wasn't gentle but he was effective. After a long ordeal she was lying in the grass, muddy, slightly bruised and unconscious, but out of the quicksand. Julia woke some time later. She was wet and uncomfortable. She quickly assessed her situation. She seemed to be in some sort of a cell about the size of a closet. Her radio was gone. She was still wearing that god awful minidress and those pantyhose although they were cleaner. She reasoned that they had hosed her down before throwing her in here. The walls were smooth and made of some sort of steel. In the ceiling, which was about ten feet above her head, making the room 15 feet high, there was a small hole ... off to the right side. A thick chain about 3 ft long and connected to the wall and her ankle further trapped her in the room. Other than the chain the room was empty. After what seemed like an eternity a man walked into the room. He stood about six feet tall. He had a scraggly beard and wore some sort of military uniform. He looked down at the woman who had been flirting with him. Her shoulder length blonde hair was a mess as well as wet, her dress was torn in a few places, and her hose also had a few holes. "So, you thought you would be cute and steal back my stolen plans, hmm?" Julia just glared at him. "Silly woman. You will talk ... or you will die. Tell me where your people have taken the plans. If you do it quickly I might even let you go." Julia continued to glare at him and finally spat out. "Go to hell! I'd sooner die than tell you anything!" The man shrugged. "Very well. It is a shame to waste such a beautiful creature. You should have accepted my offer earlier. I would have kept you as my personal slave girl. Many women in my country would give up their lives for that honor." Julia shook her head. "Either women in your country are really stupid or they've never met a real man." The man walked out and her cell door slammed. She sighed softly. "I'll miss you, Brian," she whispered to no one in particular. "You'd better get your sorry butt down here to get me out of this, too," she added as an afterthought. Julia slept for several hours before she felt something hit her leg. She woke confused, then she felt it again ... some sort of thick liquid grey stuff. She looked up and saw it was coming slowly from that hole in the ceiling. "What the hell?" she mumbled. The grey ooze began to come down in a steady stream, and Julia got to her feet. Before she could assess her new situation the grey ooze had risen to her ankles. Then she realized what was going on and what the ooze was. "Cement! They're going to fill my cell up with cement? Crap! I have to get out of here!" She began to claw at the far wall her fingernails making horrid noises on the smooth steel wall but otherwise having no real effect. The cement began to rise up to her knees and she looked around desperately for some way out and found none. There were no windows. The door couldn't be opened from this side and even if it could, there was still the matter of that chain around her ankle. The cement began to slowly fill her cell, and all she could do was to keep herself from breaking down and crying. It began to climb up her legs, it was cold and sticky, and it made her hose itchy. Suddenly at about thigh deep it stopped. Julia looked up curiously but there seemed no indication of why the cement had stopped falling. Then a voice. "Well, well! Isn't this fun? Hmm in just a few minutes that should begin to harden, trapping you in place. I hope you're comfy!" Julia gasped in horror as she realized the true nature of this trap. He was going to slowly encase her in cement. Her mind flashed back to a granite statue she had seen out front. Then it had seemed just a really sick looking granite statue of a woman. Someone she recognized but couldn't place. The sculptor looked like he had had his model pose in some sort of visage of fear and horror, it was then she realized that it wasn't a pose, and the model was most likely still inside that cement casing. She began to struggle futilely as she felt the cement begin to harden. When it did she was caught in the act of lifting one of her legs which left her stuck standing on one foot. She thought, 'Great! When my statue is busted out I'll look like I was running.' The man's voice came on again. "Make it easier on yourself. Tell me where I can find your fellow agents and my document. I'd hate for you to end up like your little sister." That hit Julia like a hammer. Just a week ago her little sister, who was also an agent, had never reported in from one of her assignments. Her sister and her were almost twins, even though they had been born three years apart, and often times they had been used as a team when they needed "Julia" to be in two places at once. However her younger sister Sharon hadn't reported in from a failed mission last week which prompted the current mission Julia had gone on. The agency hadn't told her. Something else they were going to pay for if she somehow lived through this ... and at the moment that was a big if. "Still not talking hmm? Very well ..." The cement came pouring in again, but Julia didn't care at this point. She knew she was going to die. There was no way they were going to make it to her in time. They probably had no intention of coming. The documents were safe. Why should they endanger their agents for one who had screwed up? The cement was up to her breasts now. Julia struggled to lift her arms. But they had to come! Brian wouldn't let her die, and the man who'd stolen the plans was still alive. She barely managed to get her hands above the surface of the cement. It was so heavy and constricting. The stuff stopped at her neck. The cement hardened, leaving a nearly breathless Julia trapped. Her head and her hands were above the block of cement. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. She knew they wouldn't make it in time ...there was no way. The voice came down again. "It seems your usefulness is at an end my dear. It is a pity! Your friends came, but they are dead. My men took them out and we recovered the documents." Julia screamed out "NO!" and began to cry. It lasted only a few minutes before the cement began to fill her mouth and nose. The last thing she saw was grey ooze making it's way up her nose, and then darkness. Several days later ... Brian stood over Julia's unmoving body. "I hope you can hear me! We stopped them Julia! We got the man who did this to you and your sister. Her funeral was beautiful. I wish you could have been there." He sighed and walked out, quickly flagging down a doctor. "How long will she be in the coma?" The doctor shook his head solemnly. "She may wake up tomorrow. She may never come out. There's no way of telling. She was lucky every bone in her body wasn't ground into a fine powder. And even if she does wake up, she'll probably suffer from brain damage due to the long time she was deprived of oxygen. I'm really sorry. It's a shame to know that there are people who could inflict that kind of torture on someone." Brian nods. "Yeah. I'm glad we put him away." In front of a house hidden deep away in a bog, where there used to be the statue of a young woman, now stands the granite statue of an older man. He is about six feet tall and a look of pure horror is on his face. Around his left ankle is a small indention where perhaps he'd been chained to a wall ...