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marked them as Soldiers.
He hated soldiers, they were the only real threat to their grip on the area.
Threatening one was like lighting a fuse. Beat one up, and within an hour you
could guarantee to have a hundred on your doorstep seeking retaliation. He
signalled for the others to keep a close eye on them.
"On my count - Drake, Wierzbowski - grab the girl. The rest, make weapons.
We're leaving", Hicks ordered. Frost suggested to the waitress that now was a
good time to leave. Yuko Ogura turned slightly pale and hurried away.
Onstage, the girl had received the next set of instructions from the unseen
manager. Reluctantly Yuko Ogura took hold of the white underwear and pulled them
down, leaving Yuko's bottomless in front of hundreds of leering, expectant men.
"One!"
Another tear rolled down Yuko's cheek as the shouts and screams to "take the
rest off" reverberated in Yuko's ears.
"Two!"
The girls eyes met those of the soldiers. The eyes spoke of concern and
caring for her, something Yuko Ogura didn't know existed any more. Yuko Ogura stopped
dancing for a moment before the earplug barked with the order to continue.
"Three!"
Two men sprang from the group and leapt onto the stage. They took hold of
her by t
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