When Nick tries to find a date on the internet he gets more than he bargained for.

Please note that I am writing this as a form of fiction , understand that if some of the things written down here are unrealistic, they are meant to be. Throw away all thoughts of logic because there is no logic to many dating sites, this story will reflect that. Please note that time is illogical on them as well; so too in this story.

In southern African native folklore the tokoloshe is a small, hairy and mischieviously malevolent creature, they come into existence when they are created by evil shamans or those with ill intent and can only be banished by a witch doctor or ná¡nga.

In the last year of last century a man from Kwazulu in South Africa arrived in Nigeria with the intent of getting rich. This man would become the head of the largest criminal empire in Africa, he was known only as ‘Tokoloshe‘.

By the time internet dating sites had come to his attention, Tokoloshe had already become wealthy from a number of insidious schemes. His fingers muddied almost every goverment in Africa and he was a part of all corruption in the southern part of the African continent but unlike the gentlrmenly veneer of the mafia, Tokoloshe and his close associates showed their savagery in their daily life and whereever they went. What they wanted they took- often violently, because is gave them a feeling of power.

As in folklore the tokoloshe can make himself invisible by swallowing a pebble. Here Tokoloshe hid himself through the simple means of pretending to be one of his own junior lieutenants. This gave him the ability to be unseen but know everything.

So it was with some eagerness that he started his new venture with dating sites and he was surprised at how well the scam worked. Although his english wasn’t the best, it was the best that he knew of and so the scam went ahead and even with the mistakes in grammar and spelling people still fell for the scam. At any given time there were at least ten people writing in to find that special girl. It was amazing that people would send money to help someone that they hadn’t even met!

He didn’t have the time to sort through all of the emails and therefore there was a set format to the letter that was sent out. However he did have workers dealing with the small details.There was one person though, that had caght his attention. Dr. Nick Cutter. He had looked this man up on the internet and had decided that if he could hook him, he would be able to get a huge amount of money.

He had actually been surprised at how easily Cutter had fallen for it and he decided that it was only because he had decided to take an interest in it. ‘Ha,‘ he thought to himself, doctors are supposeed to be clever and I’m obviously smarter than this fool. ‘I will tell everyone that I am now Doctor Tokoloshe,‘he thought to himself with a grin and that is how Tokoloshe became a doctor.

Laura George was another thing he made up, Laura was the name of the first white woman he had raped and George was her husband- he had raped him when he was done with her. He smiled to himself, yes, it was always good to remember your first. First kill, first rape, first million, etc.

He had put some thought into how he answered Cutter’s letters but he hadn’t tried too hard. This Cutter was a fool, a waste of space on the planet. ‘Someone should kill him.‘ Thought Tokoloshe.

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YOU HAVE A NEW MESSAGE FROM sexydater83:

Nick found himself shaking with excitement, he had been so worried about Laura he hoped that the money he had sent her had helped.

Darling Nick,

i thank you for the loot you send me i paid the hotel manager and he gave me back my passport but say he had a flood in his office and that the plane tickets are ruined.
I am scared to ask him to let me stay. I will now stay and sleep at the airport untili know what to do. I do not want to trouble you my love but I am asking you for $1000- AUD so I can get a flight home.
Could you send it to the same account that you sent the $200- AUD and I will pay you back. I wait your reply

Love Laura

As Nick read this he wondered if the teller at the bank had been correct in saying that this might be a scam. He decided that he would buy a plane ticket for her and take it to Nigeria himself, then they could catch a flight back together.

He decided to book the plane tickets on line instead of having to again interact with another person who might offer him unneeded advice.

With a smile Nick wrote back.

Dearest Laura,
I am deeply concerned for you and therefore I shall come myself and we can travel back to Australia together. I am catching a flight from Australia to Nigeria and will arrive at 9:40am on Sunday the 23rd of this month. I have bought a plane ticket for you and we can return Australia together.
I am sorry but you will probably have to sleep one night in the airport before I arrive on Sunday.

Love Nick
P.S. My flight number is 457QA

Tokoloshe sat staring at the words on his screen in frustration, this put a big kink in his plans. He also was puzzled over what PS meant. He considered just cutting his losses and leaving Cutter at the airport however, he realised that he would be able to get more money from Cutter in person. He considered these recent developments and decided that he would first try to continue to deceive the man, although if deception didn’t work intimidation always would. He thought about it and finally decided that Cutter’s naivety just might be enough of a lucrative venture for him to involve The American.

The American. Tokoloshe was still unsure if the person that he always dealt with was just an intermediary or the actual person who called themselves the American. Whoever she was, in Tokoloshe’s mind she was the exception to the rule. She was a woman, the only woman that Tokoloshe had met who had any power. When he first met her he thought to take advantage of her, she soon disabused him of that notion, and in fact she almost killed him. In Tokoloshe's mind women were always meant to serve men, this woman broke all the laws of the natural order of things but it seemed she didn’t mind him trying to kill her; she seemed to welcome it, like she was challenging him. In fact, if he had been clever enough to be introspective he would have realised that he feared her.

With that decision made the call was placed, “Natalie’s Bakery, how may I help you?” came a woman’s voice over the phone.
He said the pre-arranged line that the American had given to show that this was not business to do with the bakery, “Do you sell a mixed chocolate, cheese and raspberry cake?’’
There was a pause, three beeps and the line went dead; Tokoloshe hung up the phone. Now the only thing he could do was wait for a reply.

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Sophie Brewer had, in a previous life worked for a black-ops team in the CIA. That is, until they were betrayed by one of their own. The three senators on the oversight committee that oversaw the team disavowed them only to save their own skins from the political fallout from a public outcry that had 3 agencies under investigation. Sophie was the only one to make it out in one piece. Everybody else on the team was now dead except for her husband who was now a paraplegic.

They had gone dark- spy terms for dropping off the map- changed their names and started a family. Sophie had lost all faith in her government and, as her daughter Natalie grew she learned why America had lost its way. She learnt the tools of her mother’s trade and how to get revenge for what happened to her parents. One by one the senators who had been on the oversight committee began to die.

Once she had finished this mission for her parents she realised that she had skills that could be used to make money. Natalie had always loved baking and so she set up a bakery, which eventually became a front for her extracurricular activities which she described as being a bookkeeper for humanity, making sure that there was never an imbalance in society. Sometimes this meant evil had to gain the upper hand, but she was always sure to be there to see when that evil was taken down. She was known as ‘The Accountant’, but that fool in Africa knew her as the ‘American’.

“Hey Blondie,” Josh called out, “You’ve got a call.” Nat was only called Blondie when The Accountant was needed. She nodded in acknowledgement to Josh and walked into her office to answer the phone that took untraceable calls.

“Talk,” she said when she was sure only the person on the other end could hear her. “Hey there number cruncher,” came a cheerful voice over the line, “You’ve been contacted by that fool in Africa.”
She rolled her eyes and gave a sigh, “What does that jerk-wad want now?”
“Dunno, just call him and set up a meet…oh, and remember he’s one of the one’s we charge double.”
“Done” she said as the line went dead.

Every time that fool in Africa gave her a job he tried to kill her, at first she didn’t understand why but after doing some research on African culture she realised that she had to constantly earn his respect as she was a woman and was less than nothing in Tokoloshe’s mind, she found him tiresome and each time they met she found herself beating him almost to death.

She really didn’t want anything to do with him anymore but she could feel that ‘something’ tell her that he was necessary for the balance between good and evil. She often wondered if she was psychotic or something, but in the end told herself that it didn’t really matter because even if she wasn’t she’d still be an assassin. The money was just too good!

The thing Natalie enjoyed most about being The Accountant was the deception part — not deceiving other everyday folk but rather her clients. No-one knew who The Accountant (or American) was, oh people would always be suspicious, but because of the way she had set up the contact system people wouldn’t know if they were dealing with the actual Accountant or just one of the lieutenants.

The bakery was an on-line order business and generally was a legal business. Natalie loved to bake and even though her other skills were used for terrible things, she put all her love into her recipes as baking gave her an outlet to do something creative, something she could give back to the world instead of just taking — in some way it went a long way to balance the scales in her career of destruction.

People often underestimated her because she looked like a schoolgirl of 17 when she was really 25. She was petite with blonde hair and blue eyes and it looked like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. In reality she had been trained in and mastered 9 forms of unarmed combat and knew 20 different ways to kill a man without weapons.

She had a basic understanding in the methods of avoiding being poisoned and how to detect subtle poisons. She knew how to use every firearm that there was, however her expertise and passion was in disguises; these could be physical disguises but she also knew how to manipulate a person psychologically that they could be seeing something directly in front of them and they would emphatically deny its existence.

She used the secure line to place the call to Tokoloshe, he wouldn’t know if it was a male or female talking due to the voice modulator hooked into the speaker system of the phone. The call to Tokoloshe was bounced off two satellites and routed through fourteen relay stations around the world. It wasn’t the most untraceable call and she knew that but for dealing with Tokoloshe it was enough.

Tokoloshe had been waiting impatiently for the American woman to contact him and when she did, he told her what he wanted. There was a stunned silence at the end of the phone and he realised that he might be turned down. Then she spoke, “That will cost you extra.”

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The aeroplane touched down at precisely 9.30am and the passengers began disembarking at 9.40am. Nick had flown first class as he had seen no reason to be uncomfortable. However he had been very uncomfortable for different reasons. Each time the female flight attendant had walked off with his order, he found his pants tenting with a hard-on. He had gone to the bathroom once every hour to relieve the sexual pressure he was feeling.

The final five hours of the flight were better. The attendant had observed that he went to the bathroom every time she spoke to him and twigged on to what was happening and on the sixteenth time he was there was a knock on the door. “Just a minute,” He called out.
He opened the door to find Sonya standing I from of him with her white flight attendant’s blouse unbuttoned to the level of her diaphragm and she wasn’t wearing any bra. He got so hard that the button on his pants popped. Sonya giggled at this and pushed him back into where he had just been. “Come big boy, let’s have some fun,” she said in a low sexy growl. Every hour for the following five of the six that remained, he was serviced by Sonya. The last hour she was too busy with preparing for the landing that they couldn’t meet and he had to pleasure himself alone. The final six hours on the flight were made bearable because of Sonya’s attention.

*
Nick had asked John to make sure that his lab was totally secure while he was gone and that is why John was in Nick’s underground lab while Nick was on the plane to Nigeria. As he was checking the cryogenic chambers some warm air seeped into the sealed chambers. As he closed the chamber, warm air floated to the sample of Nick’s blood that had been burnt and frozen. As the air touched the inert, supposedly dead sample of Nick’s DNA an amazing, miraculous thing happened; the molecules of the frozen blood-ash began to vibrate at an increasing rate.
Eventually the molecules were vibrating so quickly that they were able to pass through solid objects, which is exactly what happened as they were drawn to the living body that was their point of origin.
*
Nick waited for his backpack to arrive in front of him as he stood with all of those who had been his fellow passengers his luggage finally arrived and he retrieved it, as he turned to walked off he saw Sonya walking toward him with a very determined look.
‘Oh, what now?’ he thought to himself as he watched her approach, ‘I hope she doesn’t think anything serious happened between us, I won’t know how to deal with that. And I never told her about Laura and she's my main goal for being here.’
Sonya handed him a card, “Here’s my number. The next time you decide to fly with us, give me a call and I’ll try to be on your flight,” she winked at him and walked away.
She would be seeing him sooner than either of them thought.
As Nick walked into the lounge he saw a young woman of perhaps 18 years holding up a board with his name on it. The amazing thing was that she wasn’t Laura and she wasn’t Nigerian. She was a Caucasian girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. Nick was more astonished to find that she spoke with an American accent.

“Dr. Cutter?” she enquired.
“Yes, I was expecting to find Laura,” Replied Nick.
“Big T. was concerned about her staying at the airport alone and he suggested that she stay where she is safe until you arrived.”
Nick breathed a sigh of relief, “Oh, good I was worried about her being alone, it’s nice to know she has had you as a companion Miss…?”
“Oh you can just call me Nat.” She replied with a smile that could light up a room.
“Laura never mentioned you in any of her emails Nat, how do you know her?”
“I met her when I was backpacking through Europe, her grandmother was kind enough to give me room and board when I had to stay overnight in Dublin when our bus broke down.”
“…and what brought you to Nigeria?” he asked.
“Oh I’m here on business, I deal in public relations and the manager of the hotel that Laura is staying at wants to be better known in the States.” She almost winced as she said the last sentence as it sounded so lame but obviously Cutter swallowed it hook, line and sinker.

They left the airport in a dirty, mud specked jeep and drove to what looked more like a village of huts surrounding a swimming pool. “Oh my…” exclaimed Nick “you certainly have your work cut out for you.”
Natalie could hardly believe what she was hearing, how could anyone be this gullible? She knew that Tokoloshe (or Big T. as Nick would know him) was going to extort money from this guy and it wasn’t her concern if Nick lived or died, however she found herself drawn to this man, there was something about him that made her like him. As she thought that she knew without knowing how, that Tokoloshe’s time was almost up and that Nick Cutter would be the man that brought him down.

She didn’t know where these feelings of knowing came from; all she knew was that never once had they led her in the wrong direction. The few times that she had tried to ignore the feelings of knowing were not good for business and ‘the shit had always hit the fan’. ‘Thank god I’ve already been paid,’ she thought. Her job as an errand girl for this African idiot was over; normally she would have gone home but now she decided that she would stay to give Cutter whatever support he needed.

The jeep pulled up outside one of the bigger buildings in the area, “Big T. is waiting to talk to you inside.” She looked at him and hesitated as if she were deciding whether to tell him something or not. She then pulled a card out of the pocket of her cargo pants, “Don’t show this to Big T it’s my number, if you need help call it.”
He smiled at her, “Thank you but I doubt I’ll require it.” What’s with all these women,’ he thought to himself, ‘Could it be that the serum has caused my body to begin producing pheromones that attract females? He smiled as he got out of the vehicle and walked into the building to talk to Big T.

The interior of Big T’s building was surprisingly well furnished. There was plush carpeting with leather armchairs arranged around a fireplace and a bar in the corner of the room; it reminded Nick of descriptions of a gentlemen’s club. There was a raised platform at the in the room opposite the bar and on the platform sitting in a throne- like chair was a black- skinned man with a shaved head.

Tokoloshe had been wondering how to handle Cutter he knew that no matter how naíve he was, the ruse would soon be over. With this in mind he decided that he would carry on with the charade only until Cutter realised that Tokoloshe had been lying and as soon as he realised something was wrong Tokoloshe would begin with intimidation.
“Dr. Cutter,” Tokoloshe began, “I brought you here hoping you’d be able to collect that sweet girl Laura. I told her to stay here instead of waiting for you at the airport because it is dangerous but she didn’t want to stay and went anyway. In Nigeria we have many gangs of thugs looking to make money the easy way, it is widely known that Laura came here to collect an inheritance and unfortunately she was kidnapped at the airport and I have just received the ransom note. He handed the note over to Nick.

Big t we have the girl if u want her bak give us her loot. put $500000in a bag. Put it in the rubbishbin at th bus station.Don’t try to trick us because Dr. Tokoloshe will no.

Nick read and reread the letter three times. ‘Can you pay them?’ He asked.
“Unfortunately Laura told me that she had trouble getting the money released into her possession”.
“Let’s go to the police,” said Nick.
“Unfortunately, the police are corrupt in this case.”
“How do you know?” said a frustrated Nick.
“Do you see the part that says, ‘Dr. Tokoloshe will no.’ Tokoloshe controls all business in these parts, it is bad to make him angry.”
“Maybe I can talk to him doctor to doctor,” Nick said but he knew he was grasping at straws.
“Why don’t you just pay Tokoloshe from your own pocket?” Big T. asked
That’s when it all clicked together in Nick’s head. Big T. Tokoloshe. The letter was a ruse. They were one and the same this whole dating thing was probably a lie. If there really was a Laura George she was probably dead. Tokoloshe saw the light go off in Cutter’s head and quickly moved his hand in a pre-arranged signal. Before Nick had a chance to do anything he was being restrained and and dragged away.

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The reawakened molecules that had been the genetically modified cells of Nick Cutter’s body had passed out of the laboratory that once housed them and flew straight towards Africa, to be precise, South Africa as that was where their nearest counterparts were; the semen in Sonya’s womb was calling to the molecules.
Unfortunately Sonya’s womb was not equipped to handle the supercharged sperm swimming around in her womb looking for a fertile egg and if the events that were about to play out hadn’t happened, the supercharged sperm would have destroyed every egg in her body, as they looked for a place to somehow create new life, in effect rendering her barren.
Sonya was not due to fly out for another two days and was resting in her hotel room when the molecules found her. As they passed through her body they split up, with the majority going to her womb. Those molecules that entered her womb began communicating with the sperm that was still searching for a resting place. For a brief moment those little swimmers stopped swimming as they listened to the new instructions.
The minority of the molecular group began to further separate and move to different organs in Sonya’s body. As molecules aren’t acknowledged by the physical body as physical intruders, they were ignored by the white blood cells, in fact none of the cells in Sonya’s body realised anything had happened.
The sperm in Sonya’s womb joined with the molecules of what had once been the blood of Nick Cutter’s body and they began to alter the makeup of Sonya’s womb. She wouldn’t get pregnant this time from the intercourse that she had had with Nick and the eggs that were in her womb remained fertile for any future pregnancy. However something did begin to happen.
*
Sonya awoke with the most terrible pains coming from her stomach area and she was in such agony that she was unable to do anything but lie on her bed and moan and scream in agony. Nobody realised anything was wrong until the next day when the maid came to tidy the room and heard Sonya’s cries of agony. At first the woman was about to ignore the room as she thought they were cries of pleasure, but when she heard Sonya utter the word ‘Help’, she ran to call the manager.

Quantas were notified that Sonya had been taken to hospital and that they were now short one flight attendant. Luckily for Sonya they were prepared to pay all medical costs because Sonya’s illness occurred while she had been ‘on the job’ for the airline. Sonya was a popular air hostess and all the staff from the plane were visiting her and overheard the doctors say that her condition was nothing that they had ever dealt with before. They seemed to be in agreement that it wasn’t in any medical texts that had been published either.
It was agreed that Sonya would spend the night for observation and then be flown in a medical transport back to Australia where she would have the support of family and friends, including doctors specialising in all fields of medicine to try to figure out what was going on.

When the morning came Sonya was no longer in her hospital bed; maybe it was decided by a higher power or maybe it was just because of the laws of physics, whichever, the cells in her body began vibrating at such a speed that her body passed through the walls of the hospital and began floating toward Nigeria as they responded to a cry of distress.
When she awoke, she was one kilometre above ground and she wasn’t scared because she knew exactly what was going on. She was going to a safe place, a place where she would no longer hurt, finally she was going home.

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Nick was in a cell, it was 5 by 5 metres with a stout oak wooden door with a square window and instead glass or plastic to see through it there were iron bars. There was a table in the centre of the room with two chairs, which he could only assume were for him- the prisoner and his interrogator.

He had been wondering why he felt so calm in such a stressful situation when the sound of the door being unlocked brought him out of his reverie. The door opened and Big T- no, Tokoloshe walked into the small room. “Have a seat Nick… you don’t mind if I call you Nick?” He asked, leaving no doubt in Nick’s mind that he was making a statement rather than asking a question.
He began by boasting about his criminal operations and explaining that he had control of Africa and that he would now begin to expand on a global level. “I’ve looked at you on the internet and I see you are quite the famous person. I know famous people have lots of money so I’ll tell you what I want. I know that someone pays you to do experiments and I know that it takes more money than you have to set up these experiments. I want you to take all the money set aside for your experiments and deposit into my bank account. Very simple,” he laughed.
Nick looked at Tokoloshe and smiled while shaking his head, “That’s where you wrong” He replied. “The funds for each experiment are overseen by a committee and I have to submit a report detailing why I need those funds. Even then I don’t see any of the money because the committee pays for whatever I have requested; I only receive the things I’ve asked for.”
He could see Tokoloshe getting angry, “Contact them and tell them you need diamonds, if you need to write a report tell them something believable.”
Cutter was getting annoyed with this man, he had absolutely no concept how the TGA worked. “The government will know this is a false request when I ask for the diamonds to be sent to Nigeria.”
Tokoloshe looked at him with distaste, “Enough excuses, you will have them delivered to your office and then send them to me…or else I will kill you.”
“Fine,” Nick snapped impatiently. This man was an imbecile; he wondered how it was possible for a man like this to be in charge of a criminal organisation spanning the African continent. Tokoloshe stood up and walked around the table and raised his hand to strike Nick, but when he saw that the other man did not cower in fear he realised that he needed to come upup with another innovative way to torture him. “Was Laura George even real?” questioned Nick.
Tokoloshe tensed up his anger and replied, “Yes and because you have no respect for your betters she is now dead.”
“You’re a monster,” gasped Cutter.
Tokoloshe smiled, not realising that he had just lost any hold he might have had over Nick. “Start writing your report Cutter or else the last thing you’ll ever see are these walls.

“I need a computer and a telephone,” Cutter said.
“You will only get one phone call and that is to place your order or whatever thing you need to get the diamonds.”
The things that Cutter requested were brought in and Nick began typing a report that he never intended to send. Two hours later he was finished with the fake report. “I need to use the phone now,” he told the guard, who nodded.
Nick took the card Natalie had given him out of his pants pocket and dialled the number. “I need help…” before he could say anything else the guard hit him at the base of the skull with the butt of his gun. The blow stunned Nick, who was only slightly aware of himself being dragged to the wall, as his mind cleared he found himself being put into iron handcuffs that hung from the ceiling.

As Nick hung from the chains that held him he puzzled out why a blow to the head with a gun could render him unconscious when the needles in his lab couldn’t penetrate his skin. He came to two possible conclusions; the further he got from his lab the more vulnerable he was or more likely, only his skin was impenetrable but he was still able to be knocked unconscious.

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When Nick had called Natalie, it had gone through to the operations manager who hadn’t been in his office at the time and had therefore been recorded. It was 2 hours before a very apologetic man called to tell her about it. When she heard it she worried (which was odd because she didn’t usually do that sort of thing) about what might have been done to him in that 2 hour period and as the message was played back to her she heard and deduced what had happened. A man, obviously Cutter, was beginning to leave her a message but all he could say before what sounded like the butt of a gun hitting his head was, ‘I need help…’
The balance of politics and business in Africa needed shifting and Nick Cutter would be the catalyst. He didn’t actively need to do anything; it was all set in place by the time he had arrived in Nigeria and someone who looked for signs and omens would even say that there were messages all over showing that Tokoloshe would fall. However nobody could have ever predicted that his fall would be so spectacular.
After listening to the message Natalie let what she called, ‘The Will of God’ take hold of her. What this meant was, she cleared her mind of all thoughts making the last image in her mind the image she identified with the mission, as that thought faded she was totally focused on what was happening in that precise moment. Her body was totally relaxed and she was essentially in an alpha state of mind.
From there she could only imagine what happened; her mind probably went into a state of consciousness between theta and beta. This meant she was almost in a sleep state but at the same time was focusing on the outside world; then again this was only speculation on her part. She never knew what happened while she was in this state of consciousness, only that when she awoke whatever she had intended to do was done.
This time,what actually happened was that she caused a distraction. She had recruited townsfolk with grudges against Tokoloshe and his men- this was the entire town- all the men (and youths’ who are considered men when above the age of 12) went on a shooting spree against the compound where Tokoloshe was currently staying. Tokoloshe and his guards were so distracted by the gunfire and bullets flying through the air that they didn’t notice the oddly feminine apparition floating through the wall into the cell where Dr. Nick Cutter was being held.

Sonya thought that she was dreaming as she watched but didn’t feel the ricochets of bullets flying through the space where her body was. ‘I wonder if they’re making a movie’ she thought even while she knew that this was happening for real. It was a very odd feeling, she knew she was disassociating but at the same time felt as if she in a drugged stupor, like when she first experimented with pot in her teens. She didn’t like the feeling when she was a kid but now it was kind of liberating not being in control of what was going on.
As Sonya passed through the wall into Nick’s cell Tokoloshe looked up and saw the movement by Cutter’s cell and suddenly realised that this had been a distraction. He left his men to continue with the gun battle as he ran to stop Cutter from escaping. As he ran through the corridors of the building a leg suddenly appeared from behind a wall and he sprawled on the floor, skimming his hands and knees but otherwise remaining unharmed.
He looked up and was surprised to see The American. “Are you betraying me now?” he asked her curiously.
“No,” she replied “I finished the job you hired me for and I took another.”
“Whatever they are paying you I can double it.”
“No you couldn’t” came her reply. “Anyway it’s now over and you can run along to see to your precious cargo.”
Tokoloshe frowned, “You’re not going to kill me?”
She smiled a hard smile that had no humour in it, “No, that’s not my job.”

Tokoloshe gave her a puzzled look and then continued his run toward Cutter’s cell. As he got there he lifted the bar that prevented the door from being opened. He was shocked with what he saw, Cutter was gone and in his place was a beautiful young woman.
He screamed in frustration but after he had finished venting and was able to think in a rational manner, he smiled as he realised that this hadn’t been a total waste of time. He walked into the cell, closed the door behind him and began to unbuckle his pants.