Angelica was still there, waiting anxiously. She held and had
been examining the gag that Stacy had worn, but when Jim emerged
from the office, she quickly put it down, away from her. The lady
guard sat at the desk, seeming to be busy with paperwork. "Am I
still to help with this?" Angelica asked, as if fearing that she had
been eliminated from the plan.
"Of course, we will have you sign all the papers in a moment,
and then we will swear you in as a deputy."
"Do I get to wear a badge, like in the Westerns?" asked Angelica
with a flirtatious smile.
Jim returned her smile. "No, no badge, but since you are
helping with a law enforcement matter, it is required that you be a
deputy of a U.S. Marshal."
"Do I get to carry a gun?" she asked.
"No, no gun," replied Jim. "Come, on, let's get this paperwork
out of the way so we can get to work. You said that you had six
days free?"
"That's right," said Angelica, standing up, and making sure that
her white blouse was properly tucked in, she reached around her back
to neaten up.
"Then we will limit your deputation to that time. Also, there
are several other papers to sign, putting you under my jurisdiction,
and that will be it." Jim opened the door to the Colonel's office,
and ushered her in.
The Colonel met them both at the door, and shook Angelica's hand
after she offered it. "I am Angelica Perez," she said. She stood
proudly with her breasts out, awaiting instructions.
Realizing that he was expected to lead the proceedings, the
Colonel took her arm and ushered her to one of the two chairs in
front of his desk. Jim and Angelica sat down.
"Angelica, I have been asked by Jim, in his capacity as a
Federal Marshal, to witness your deputation. Also, I have several
papers here that Jim has requested me to have available in order for
him to fulfill his mission to find the slavers that are operating in
Mexico, and to locate and secure the release of Mrs. Renee
Wentworth.
"I have reviewed his plan, and I think that it is a good one,
one that may work. Your role is both critical and heroic. Are you
willing to work on this case, as Jim has requested?"
"I am proud to serve in this capacity," said Angelica
confidently. "I have personal reasons for seeing these horrible
crimes stopped." Her voice quivered. The Colonel looked at Jim and
nodded. It seemed that Jim had stumbled into a particularly helpful
and motivated volunteer.
"Good, Miss Perez. Please stand up," said the Colonel.
She did so, and Jim also rose. "Do you solemnly swear to be
deputy of the United States Marshal Jim Fredericks, and uphold the
laws of the United States of America?"
"I do," said Angelica.
"I hereby appoint you a deputy of a U.S. Marshal," said the
Colonel, and he signed a paper, and put a notary seal to it. "Sign
here, please." He handed the paper to Angelica, who signed it.
"Also," said the Colonel, "we need the following documents
signed. These will facilitate your cover here in Mexico, and help
us to draw out our targets." He handed her the Confession of
Judgment, and the Consignment for Detention documents, and said,
"Sign here, on the bottom of these last pages." Each document was
several pages long, and Angelica did not bother to examine them, or
to even see what they were titled. Without hesitation or doubt, she
signed both of the two documents. She did not realize that she had
confessed to the crime of smuggling cocaine, and that she had been
consigned for detention to Jim until such time as he turned her over
to the Mexico Prison for Women.
"Good," said Jim. "Angelica, you will be posing also as
prisoner, but instead of being a witness, you have confessed to
involvement in the slavery ring after you were arrested on a drug
charge. Your confession about information regarding the slavery
ring was given to us in return for a lighter sentence. This
information will be given to the press by tomorrow morning. We
will, of course, use an assumed name for you in the press release,
but your photo will be distributed to the papers. It is our hope
that this will lead the slavers to make an attempt to break you out
of prison, or assassinate you, in an attempt to find out what
information you have imparted.
"Obviously this will be the dangerous part. But tonight you
will spend the night in the hotel room with Stacy and I. In the
early afternoon, there will be a hearing that you will attend, and
it will be widely publicized."
"Very well," said Angelica. "Since I am to be a prisoner, will
I go handcuffed, like Stacy?"
"Yes, you will," answered Jim.
"If there is nothing else," said the Colonel, "I have quite a
bit of business to take care of. Jim, we will be expecting to hear
from you. I know that another agency is involved here, but
nevertheless, if you need us to help, please call."
"I may need to make use of your holding cells again tomorrow
afternoon, depending on how things go," said Jim.
"Fine, just call ahead first, so we can make sure that we are
ready for you," offered the Colonel.
All three rose, and there was an awkward silence. Angelica
moved for the door, then looked at Jim, as if she expected him to
put the handcuffs on her right away. Angelica stood underneath one
of the lights that were on the Colonel's office ceiling. Despite
hours of work in the air, her blouse was still white, crisp and
fresh. Her skirt hugged her hips intimately, and flared just above
the knees to where the skirt came to mid-calf length. Angelica's
curled tresses fell about her shoulders. Her high heels with the
straps made her posture somewhat strained, but she was used to it,
and it added an overall sexiness to her appearance. Both her hands
were clasped in front of her, nervously.
Jim spoke. "Colonel, will you please ask the guard to bring in
my things from the outside office?"
The Colonel picked up the phone and spoke briefly to the guard.
"I notice that you are wearing two rings. They would be safest
here in the Colonel's safe along with your confession and
consignment documents."
Angelica removed them, and handed them to Jim as if they were
her last remaining possessions, and her last vestige of freedom.
She then pulled a small key out of her belt.
Jim took it. "I had forgotten about this. Good, Colonel, this
is the key to a locker in the airport that contains Miss Perez's
purse, passport, and other belongings." Jim handed it to the
Colonel. He put it along with the rings in a plastic bag, and then
wrote the contents down on a slip of paper, and asked Angelica to
sign.
"Why does it say 'prisoner's signature' where I am supposed to
sign?" asked Angelica, taking in a sharp breath.
As if in answer, Jim took out a pair of bright nickel handcuffs
and handed them to her. She took them, not knowing at all what to
do. The metal hefted solidly in her hands, and she examined the
unforgiving workmanship that went into their making.
"Put them on, behind your back," said Jim, with a smile.
"Handcuff myself!" exclaimed Angelica, laughing. "Don't I need
the key?"
"I thought that you said that you had been tied before?"
inquired Jim.
"I said that I had been tied up, but that was with rope. I have
never been handcuffed!"
"Well, to answer your question, you don't need the key. See,
they just open up, even though they look locked. Then, they just
ratchet shut on your wrist." Jim stepped forward to demonstrate.
He took the 'cuffs from her and opened one of them, then gave them
back to her for her to open the second one. The Colonel watched the
instruction period smiling. When Angelica had opened the second
'cuff, she experimentally closed it about her left wrist, but too
loosely, then moved them around her back, and was searching for the
best way to close it onto her right wrist when the door opened. It
was the female guard, and she carried the leather octopus binding,
and the leather prod gag.
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