Chapter 509: Incoming
"We need to leave. Now. Back to the tunnel. MOVE IT!" Jane yelled, ordering everyone back. Laz looked at the giant, bone white structure for just a brief moment by using Heaven’s Gaze, but saw nothing except for the shimmering white of the stone. Using his spiritual sense was also useless as it seemed like the walls of the crypt blocked out everything from even touching on what was inside.
Laz followed the group, moving in pace with them while thinking.
’What the hell was that thing?’ He asked himself over and over again, but nothing popped into his mind.
When they finally cleared the hole in the wall, Jane started shouting orders.
"Vera. Get on the line to the warden. We need to figure out what she wants us to do. Carol, Nate. Get some sandbags from storage and block up this hole from the inside and then the outside. We are going to set this up as a quarantine zone until someone says something otherwise so I want everything sealed off. Get the rest of the team down here as well and get hazmat protocol in place. GO!"
Everyone got to work, including Laz, helping Carol bring the sandbags across the complex and making a wall inside and then outside while others were sealing off the area while wearing hazmat suits.
While this was going on, Warden McKnight was currently on her hands and knees in her own office, facing her desk as a woman sat on the edge of it, standing over her.
"The fact that anything came to light is disappointing McKnight. I’m aware you know how to make things disappear so I am at a lose to figure out why the one responsible for this entire incident is still walking around and living his life?" The young woman with the business suit said while slapping a wicked looking crop with a barbed tip against her hand.
"I... don’t know what to say mistress. I am truly sorry to have failed you..." Warden McKnight said, trying to drop her head lower but the floor was stopping her.
"Hmm... well at least you’re not trying to make excuses. At least you’ve learned a little bit about your time with me. Sadly the time table to prevent the leak passed by too quickly for anyone to do anything about, but that doesn’t mean we can let things go unpunished. I have already taken steps to ensure that the one responsible has met with an accident while also organizing a few things to ensure his personal reputation will be destroyed before any other questions about his death can be asked. On the other hand, you did clean up our image in an acceptable way considering the restraints you were put under, turning it into an issue that was quickly forgotten about. Because of that, I shall show... some restraint... when it comes to your punishment. But for now, you had better assume the position before this itch in my hand gets any worse," the woman said, slapping the stone desk with the crop and leaving a slight gouge in the stone.
Warden McKnight could only swallow back her protests and hope that this devil actually shows some leniency while also cursing her in her head.
Warden McKnight was almost forty this year and had a stellar reputation within her circle, hence why with her abilities, she had been assigned this rather cushy job. Despite all that, she couldn’t help but be both pissed and humiliated at the fact that this twenty something bitch treated her like a slave and nothing more.
Laying her body down on the desk, she proceeded to remove her skirt and was about to pull down her stockings and underwear when an urgent message came through on the desk phone.
"MAM. I’m sorry to interrupt," came the priority communication.
The warden turned her head back to the other woman who was standing there, crop in hand and waited to get her approval.
"Seems that your staff might need some training as well. Answer it," the woman said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"Go ahead Jane," Warden McKnight said after pushing the button to respond, still leaning on the desk with her skirt down, not daring to get up.
"Mam. We have discovered something unknown after investigating a disturbance report from the female officers bathroom on the second floor. We are requesting addition help and aid from the ’enforcement department,’ in taking care of this issue.
"The enforcers are rather busy Jane. It wouldn’t do to disturb them unless it’s an actual emergency involving the infected. Has there been some sort of a break?" McKnight asked, knowing that Jane wouldn’t make that request unless she absolutely needed it.
"No mam. But after the report, a passageway or tunnel was discovered inside the room and it leads to something... strange?" Jane sounded confused on how she should describe it.
"What is this strange? Some storehouse? It’s a tunnel right? So was it some sort of escape plan that we stumbled in on early?" While she wasn’t trying to, McKnight got excited about that being a possibility. If they had stopped an escape before it happened, maybe it would put the mistress in a better mood.
"No mam. Uh... Well. To use the words of one of the guards who saw it with us, it looks like a giant, bone white mausoleum. And it’s huge mam. Like dozens of feet high and extremely long and wide. I couldn’t tell you the exact measurements because we didn’t even get close before it started shaking and one of the chains sealing the doors shut fell off," Jane said, concluding her story.
Right now, not only was Warden McKnight in shock, but the dress suited woman behind her was also taken aback at this discovery.
"Tell her we will be right down. I want all of the chosen you have on both sides of the building to gather at this bathroom in half an hour. Let them know it would be in their best interests to not be late," the woman said before walking out quickly, leaving the warden laying on her desk with her skirt off and her mostly bare ass just swinging in the wind.
The warden quickly got up, made herself presentable and began making calls.
A large group of both men and woman had assembled by the time Laz had finished, with rifles and body armor being handed out.
"Nate. Over here," Vera said, calling Laz over.
She was already dressed and prepped as everyone else got their gear on.
"I’ll be heading down with the team. Although you have the qualifications, you haven’t been here long enough to be on the response team so you’ll be staying up here to keep performing your guard duties. Anyway sugar, don’t you worry none now. I’ll be fine. Looks like they are calling the enforcers over to lead the group and even the warden will be on sight. Bet it’s the first time you’ve seen her huh? Even for someone of her age, she’s smoking hot. Anyway. Get yourself back to the post and they will assign you your tasks for the rest of the day. We have no idea how long we are going to be down there so if I don’t see you, have a good rest of your day and I’m sure I’ll have lots of good stories for you tomorrow... if we are allowed to talk about it," Vera said, before heading off to the captain for their briefing.
Laz was assigned shower duty during the afternoon, due to the lack of personal. Besides eating and showering, there weren’t even enough guards left to handle yard work so the woman of the prison were going to be forced to remain in their cells for the rest of the day and throughout the night.
As for why Laz ended up with shower duty, it had to do with the fact that he was the there by himself and it was deemed that he would be the only one capable of protecting himself while dealing with the situation if something were to come up. The rest of the woman would be remaining in pairs for their assignments, but as the showers were only occupied by ten at a time, this was the best logistics could come up with.
Of course, to do this duty, Laz would have to keep an eye on the women at all times, from the time they were delivered to the showers till the time they were escorted back to their cells, which meant Laz would basically be watching all the women undress and bath themselves while having to watch on.
Of course that also meant they would be alone with him as well. As the first group arrived, Laz saw that there was one member of the cult within the group. Not saying anything, everyone just went about their business while mostly ignoring him.... mostly.
"Like what you see babe?"
"Takes a real man to hand something this tight daddy."
"Come on baby. No one here but us. Why don’t you show us what you’re packing. Been a few years since I’ve been able to get a real cock between my legs."
"That why you always use a water bottle bitch?"
"Fuck you. Oh wait, been there, done that. But who hasn’t, right?"
It was at this moment that the one member of the cult, her head wrapping removed with only a cloth covering her eyes stepped in front of Laz and ’looked’ over at the women who were fighting for his attention.
They reacted as expected, backing away and saying nothing else.
The woman then turned to Laz, her peach colored skin glistening in the moist air.
"What happened?" She asked, barely a whisper without bothering to try to cover herself.
"Hole in the wall lead to a massive mausoleum. They are sending people down as we speak including chosen to check it out." Laz said, not even looking at the young woman.
"A mausoleum?"
"Yes. White structure, massive with an iron gate and several huge chains locking the gate shut."
"I’ll have to report this. What’s your opinion on it?"
Laz thought about it for a second before deciding that he didn’t have any reason to not trust these women just yet, other than to keep his identity a secret.
"My personal opinion is that we are fucked," Laz responded.
"How fucked?"
"God level fucked..." Laz said, his face betraying his emotions for the first time as he frowned.
