A new entry in The Recruiting Matter – Mission to Save Eleanor. Rachael, Liam and Felicity enter the basement through the newly created hole, where they find Winifred is threatening Eleanor with a sword. Rachael, Liam and Felicity attempt to surround Winifred while Winifred taunts the trio. As this is going on, Simone Campbell makes excellent use of the stiletto.
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Rachael – in the basement
Rachael burst into the poorly lit basement. Felicity and Liam were right behind her. Winifred was holding a sword to Eleanor’s neck with her right hand. Winifred was in breaches just as Felicity and Rachael were. She had on a white blouse that was slightly open. Her hands were gauntleted and one wrist had an odd thick metal band on it. Her blond curly hair was a bit unruly with the apparent struggle with Eleanor. Eleanor was wearing a white shift which was opened in the front. That was all she was allowed. Eleanor’s unruly hair was tied up in a fashion, but still voluminous. Her hands and arms were held out away from her sides. Rachael couldn’t tell for sure if the concoction was working, but Eleanor seemed to have far more spirit than someone who had been beaten and raped for close to a week. Simone was cowering to Winifred’s right in an almost fetal position. She was wearing the same light white shift that Eleanor was. She glanced from Winifred to Eleanor and then to the group and then stared at Winifred’s strange wrist guard.
Winfred spoke first, “Rachael Weiz, I got a nasty bruise from the other night. Who knew a knife had so much energy?”
Rachael sneered, “If you have to work, you learn to throw things hard. That bruise should have been more. Next time I’ll throw it harder and aim a bit higher.”
Winifred said back in a low voice, “Not if I see you first. Enough of this nonsense. Put down your weapons or the little slut dies.”
Rachael clinched her fists at the slur. Felicity was holding her cleaver and was moving to the side. Liam was holding his truncheon and batting in his hand. Rachael knew he had a pistol, but that wasn’t out.
Liam spoke this time, “Now lass…it seems we have a bit of a standoff. Right now she’s the only thing keeping you alive. And if you move towards those stairs with her…well, I don’t know for sure, but I’ll bet she’ll put up her own fight not to join you. So why don’t you lower your little poker nice like and maybe we let you live.”
Winifred stared at Liam and then laughed, “Who the hell are you? I could slice you in two in a beat after I finish with our tall, lovely aeronautical engineer.” Eleanor’s eyes blazed in frustration and anger, but she said nothing and her arms remained away from her body.
Rachael smiled darkly, “While you’re trying to slice Liam here, I’ve got my own little pokers and this time I know to aim high. Felicity here has that nasty cleaver. She’s bound to find a good joint to break apart.” Felicity smiled menacingly at the comment.
Winifred made a mocking sound as she answered, but did not move the sword, “Miss Weiz, you and I have unfinished business. You should have stayed a clock maker. It suited you so perfectly. I found your persistence utterly annoying. You have no idea how hard it was to get those professors to see your limitations.”
Rachael laughed and took a step closer. Winifred moved the sword a bit and nicked Eleanor’s throat. Simone whimpered, “No… please.” Rachael slipped out two of her stilettos as she said, “The great Winifred Stanhope noticed me, the little Jew girl? I would have thought I was beneath your notice.”
Winfred’s voice got harsh, “Your kind bleed the world dry. Jews own the banks. My family nearly went bankrupt in ’37 paying off your debt notes. Those foolish Irish never should have let you in. But then they come over here stealing as well.”
Liam and Felicity stiffened with the tirade. Rachael said, “Listen to yourself. My family came here with nothing and you blame me for some banking bastard? Liam and Felicity work hard and you say they steal? It’s you pompous titled knobs that bleed the world dry. And then if any of us tries to stand up you kick us down. Let Eleanor go and I’ll take you myself you wealthy bitch.”
Winifred said, “Another day little Jew. Right now I am going to take my tall fuzzy to the stairs. Make me nervous and she dies. Come along Simone.” Eleanor flinched at the comment, but the blade stayed at her neck. Winifred began a shuffle towards the stairs. Rachael felt helpless as the threesome began to move towards the stairs. Simone stood up with a short stiletto in her hand. It was the same stiletto that Rachael had sent along in the clock work. Rachael knew that Winifred had the protective armor clothing as everyone was wearing, but she was also aware that there were seams and gaps between the clothing pieces. Simone drove the stiletto home between the top shirt and the leggings into Winifred’s arse. Winifred grunted loudly and turned around which was enough distraction for Eleanor to push away the arm with the blade and roll away. Rachael , Liam and Felicity rushed at once towards the cursing Winifred Stanhope.
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