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Gauntlet Chapter 6: Chapter 6 - Show and Tell
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Gauntlet

1: Chapter 1 - Flying Blind

2: Chapter 2 - Holding Steady

3: Chapter 3 - Still of Night

4: Chapter 4 - Give and Take

5: Chapter 5 - Truth or Dare

6: Chapter 6 - Show and Tell

7: Chapter 7 - Balancing Act

8: Chapter 8 - Rattling the Cage

9: Chapter 9 - Vested Interest

10: Chapter 10 - Fits and Starts

11: Chapter 11 - Under the Gun

12: Chapter 12 - Smoke and Mirrors

13: Chapter 13 - Basic Principles

14: Chapter 14 - Saving Grace

15: Chapter 15 - Black and Blue

16: Chapter 16 - Beyond the Pale

17: Chapter 17 - Plenty of Rope

18: Chapter 18 - Grave Concerns

19: Chapter 19 - Straight Lines

20: Chapter 20 - Playing with Fire

21: Chapter 21 - Shadow of a Doubt

22: Chapter 22 - Target Practice

23: Chapter 23 - Kiss and Tell

24: Chapter 24 - Devil to Pay

25: Chapter 25 - No Place Like Home

26: Chapter 26 - Chain Reaction

27: Chapter 27 - Double or Nothing

28: Chapter 28 - Fast and Loose

29: Chapter 29 - Clock Watching

30: Chapter 30 - Willing and Able

31: Chapter 31 - Slash and Burn

32: Chapter 32 - Shot in the Dark

33: Chapter 33 - Disorderly Conduct

34: Chapter 34 - Tender Mercies

35: Chapter 35 - Nothing to Lose

36: Epilogue

Chapter 6 - Show and Tell

Gauntlet

Chapter 6 of 36

Melenka

There are many ways to be a prisoner.

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Deira stared at his back, unable to move. She tried to think, tried to speak. Both attempts failed. He calmly washed the dishes, saying nothing. She looked down at her wine, red liquid in a half full glass. She had always prided herself on her ability to think quickly and come up with a fast retort. There was a distant irritation over not being able to do so now.

"I don't understand." She spoke slowly. He hung up the dish towel, and turned to face her.

"From such a clever girl, I find that surprising," he said quietly.

"You just said, " she started but could not finish.

"I said there is no trading sex for your debt. I did not say I was stupid enough to sleep when you were free to roam my house." Quiet, not soft. No, never soft.

"You don't trust me." The gun under the table had confirmed that.

He laughed, a harsh sound.

"I do not trust anyone. That is why I am still alive. The last woman who had free reign of my living space is currently regretting her curious nature."

"That indicates she's still alive." She looked up at him.

He nodded. "Quite."

"I'm not comfortable sleeping with you."

"Hardly surprising. I am not comfortable with you figuring out where the guns are." He shrugged. "And since this is my house, and you have put me in a situation where I have no choice but to put you up, my discomfort wins."

"The other room has a keyed lock. You could put me there and lock me in," she offered.

"I could, if I thought you were without skills to get out of it. The lock was installed for privacy, not imprisonment."

Deira was out of ideas, which aggravated her. At least her brain was working again.

"So what, I'm supposed to curl up at the foot of your bed like a puppy? What's to stop me from walking out once you're asleep?"

"I do not sleep so deeply. You would not make it out." His voice held no rancor. "I will provide you with something to sleep in and we will share the bed."

"You have to admit it's reasonable for me to be nervous about sharing a bed with you."

"It is. I really don't care. Once again, you have given me little choice as to how things will progress. But if it makes you feel any better, I have no intention of seducing you."

"Seduction isn't what I'm afraid of," she retorted. She had crossed her arms over her stomach without realizing it. "You've already proven you're faster and stronger than me, so it's not like I could stop you..." she trailed off.

"I am not a rapist." His voice grated like raw steel drawn over a stone.

She looked up. His eyes were hard, fixed on a point behind her. Whatever he saw, it was not her. He gritted his teeth; she could hear the grinding. He was right. There were some things she didn't want to know.

"Merely a murderer." She said the first thing that came to mind. Anything to break the silence. He turned his gaze back to her.

"Yes, but only when paid or provoked. I doubt you will provoke me."

"I won't." She stood up slowly. "I guess you should show me to your room."

"You know the way. I will be up when I am done." He took her wine glass to the sink as she headed for the stairs.

The comfort of his scent in the room struck her again. Considering there was nothing comfortable about the situation, she couldn't fathom why she would have that reaction. She hoped it would dissipate before he joined her. The night would be difficult enough.

She walked over to the window, standing to the side to look out. There wasn't much of a view, just the empty street, and the junk yard beyond. She shivered, remembering her fear the night they had met. Some things about that night remained clear, none of them pleasant.

She didn't hear him enter, so when he spoke, she flinched.

"Police outside?" He did not join her at the window, instead going to the closet.

He moved very quietly for a large man, but she supposed he would have to.

"Not tonight. They seem to have moved on." She turned to watch him. He might be comfortable with his back to her, but she did not have that sort of confidence around him. He handed her a pair of shorts and a tank top on his way out of the room. She found it amusing, as he'd already seen her naked. Still, she appreciated the gesture.

"Get into bed. I will join you shortly." His voice came from the stairs.

She wondered if he was making sure the guns were really secured, then rejected the thought. He would have done it right the first time. She changed, crawled into his bed, and lay staring at the ceiling. She was exhausted, but sleep was unlikely to come soon. The barest sound of him coming up the stairs started her heart beating faster. She closed her eyes and tried to control it.

"Sleeping?" he asked.

She did not answer. Breathe slowly, pretend to sleep. He must know she was awake. She sometimes thought he could hear her thinking. Not that she was good at it around him. She observed him beneath lowered lids, needing to know where he stood. He moved so carefully when he knew she was watching. It would be nice to see him off his guard.

He moved around his room with a loose grace. He had his back to her when he removed his shirt, stretching so the muscles stood out. He rolled his head, causing a series of loud pops. The sound always made her slightly ill, but she managed to not react. When he began taking off his pants, she turned her head towards the window.

"Tired of the show?"

He had known she was watching. She could feel herself blush and hated him for it. At least the darkness hid her reaction.

"There are some things I don't need to see," she said, giving up all pretense of sleeping.

"Don't worry, princess. I sleep clothed."

"I'm surprised you don't sleep armed," she shot back, and then fell silent. He had turned around. A long, ragged scar ran across his midsection, white even in the low light.

"Not when I have someone in my bed," he said. His smile was bright. She did not return it.

"I don't sleep well with others," she said. It was true; she never had.

"I told you that you would be safe with me," he offered, getting into bed.

"You said you wouldn't seduce or rape me. That's hardly the same thing."

"It's a start. Since we are not sleeping, what would you like to talk about?" He put his hands under his head.

"Scars," she answered. "You've seen mine, but they aren't nearly as impressive as yours."

He tensed. "No, but the one on your shoulder is going to be permanent. It's a pretty pink already." He fought the urge to reach out and touch it, instead running his hand over his own scar and considered how much he should say. Very little. It had always been the rule.

"I got the stomach wound when I was fifteen. It came close to killing me, but ultimately saved my life. I was carried to hospital in time."

"Who saved you?"

"My brother." His tone warned her to leave it alone. For once, she complied.

"Maybe a different topic," she proposed.

"That is hardly fair, princess. I have not had the chance to ask you an inappropriate personal question. How did you get the scar on your back? The triangular one at the base of your spine."

"I fell down the stairs," she said automatically.

"Really." He did not buy it. "I seem to have heard that from more than one woman. Who pushed you?"

She closed her eyes and then opened them quickly. Some things were not worth reliving, but as she had started it, she could hardly fault him for asking.

"I wasn't pushed. My father stumbled into me when he was drunk. I did fall down the stairs, and landed against a piece of modern art." Admitting it embarrassed her. His laughing at her did not help.

"Modern art?"

"It's the best description I have. My brother discovered welding and art at the same time and thought he could combine them. So there was a sculpture with multiple edges at the bottom of the stairs, demonstrating that my reckless disregard for life runs in the family."

"Now that is a good story." He continued to laugh.

"So glad the pain of my childhood amuses you."

"There are many things about you I find amusing, princess. That is part of why I've kept you around." But only a small part.

"And here I thought it was because getting rid of bodies is such a chore," she said.

"Not nearly as hard as you might think. I have had sufficient practice."

"For some reason, that doesn't make me feel any safer sleeping next to you. Go figure."

"You are safe. I will watch over you." As soon as he said the words, he tensed. How long had it been since he had heard the same promise? She had dug up memories best left buried, and he had let her.

"I know you will," she said softly. She had no idea why she had felt compelled to say it, much less why she believed it.

She felt him uncoil with no small relief. Whatever nerve she had touched tonight – and she had touched it several times – she was determined not to do so again. Raw threats were less frightening than his sudden tension. She shivered.

"Come closer." It was more a request than a demand, the words quiet in the dark. The streetlight had gone out and neither had noticed. She took a deep breath and slid towards the middle of the bed.

He moved towards her, a shadow, but warm and solid. She turned onto her side, back to him. It felt right. He curled around her. As she drifted off to sleep, she noticed that his arm barely touched her ribs. He planted his fist firmly on the bed in front of her. She was safe.

He woke up at five o'clock, as he always did. Some training could not be overcome. He turned his head. Sranje. He should not have allowed himself to sleep. He had not expected to.

Deira shifted, muttering something incomprehensible. Her hair covered part of her face. He resisted the urge to move it. The feel of it against his chest was enough. He watched her for a while, mesmerized by the sound of her breathing, the twitch of her hand in sleep, the way she pressed against him. So alive.

He slowly moved away from her, careful not to wake her when he got out of the bed. He didn't need coffee as much as he needed to be somewhere other than in bed with her.

Two years ago, he would never have gotten involved in this mess. Faking his death had seemed a way out of such complications, an opportunity to become someone else. He should have known better. His was not a life from which escape was possible, no matter how good the idea had seemed. Her arrival on his doorstep had proven that. He had been incapable of leaving her to die, and now he would pay for it.

Soft. The voice in his head was not his. He flinched. The memory followed him down the stairs. You are too soft. We will fix that. But they hadn't. Karol had stepped in to do what Gage could not, and things had gone from bad to worse for both of them. Karol might have forgiven Gage. They never spoke of it. Eventually, Karol had been able to forgive himself. It didn't matter. Gage would always remember, and always at the worst time. He shook his head to clear the memories. It never worked, but it did help him refocus. He hit the button on the coffee maker and headed back upstairs.

Deira still slept, stretched out on the bed. She looked young, vulnerable. He turned away.

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liviconnor

This has been marvelous!  Dramatic, exciting- I love your characters, and it's very film noir.  All the twists and double-crossing, and speaking in code, it's a really classic story you've told here, and I love it.  I would have left gushing reviews at every chapter, but I've been so wrapped up that I couldn't stop to say anything at all!  I like the Serbian guy.  Or, I like that he's Serbian.  It's neat how you included drips and drabs of other languages, and giving him a war-torn background made him so much more believable.  I would gladly read an entire story just about Katya, though I think a story about Nicky would make my head explode.  She's too wily for me to want to get invested in emotionally.Your secondary characters seem as well fleshed-out as your antiheroes, and it really makes this a joy to read.  As a reader you can tell that an incredible amount of research and knowledge went into this.  I don't know the first thing about the criminal underworld, but if it were exactly like this, I wouldn't be surprised.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Wow!  Thank you!  I'd been wondering who was reading.  I am very glad you enjoyed it.  You are right about a lot of research going into this story, both on the history of Serbia and the various aspects of weaponry/gadgets/etc.  I also think Katya could support her own book, and it would be a lot of fun to write her.I really appreciate you reading and giving me feedback.  This was my first novel, so it holds a special place in my heart.  I can still "hear" Gage muttering in my head sometimes.  Maybe someday I'll revise it heavily enough to submit it for publishing.  Right now, it's like a good pet rather than a show dog.  LOL

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sunny33

Brilliant, Melenka.  I really enjoyed that!

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Thank you!  I am really glad you liked it. :)

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Thank you!  I am really glad you liked it. :)

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sunny33

She left... Hope he decides to go after her.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

She said she would leave, and she knows better than to lie to him.  But he's not one to let people go if he has a use for them.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

She said she would leave, and she knows better than to lie to him.  But he's not one to let people go if he has a use for them.

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sunny33

I imagine a little labetalol would block the effect of the adrenaline cocktail quite nicely. Do I get a prize too.. pretty please?  Love the last chapter!

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Heh.  No idea what that is, but you should get a prize just for knowing!  Thanks for all your great reviews.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Heh.  No idea what that is, but you should get a prize just for knowing!  Thanks for all your great reviews.

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sunny33

So, if you use up the adrenaline, does the drug wear off faster?

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Yep, pretty much.  The rest of the cocktail remains, so you don't sleep and you still feel like hell, but you don't have the resulting nausea, muscle lock or ravenous hunger that can follow even a normal adrenaline spike.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Yep, pretty much.  The rest of the cocktail remains, so you don't sleep and you still feel like hell, but you don't have the resulting nausea, muscle lock or ravenous hunger that can follow even a normal adrenaline spike.

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sunny33

Very intense, pity Cavuto got away.  But you have plans for him, I am sure!

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

I couldn't let him run free for long.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

I couldn't let him run free for long.

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sunny33

Dammit, someone got Sticks.  Hopefully he is just down temporarily!

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

He's a tough old bird, but that was close.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

He's a tough old bird, but that was close.

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sunny33

He is sexy, he can cook, he cleans, he is protective... ok so there are a few issues such as his ability to kill with his bare hands and barely blink an eyelid, but we can gloss over those, right?

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

I think that's pretty much her way of thinking - except she has no idea how he feels about her so she's convinced she's the only one falling in love.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

I think that's pretty much her way of thinking - except she has no idea how he feels about her so she's convinced she's the only one falling in love.

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sunny33

She knew about the camera! Smart girl not to move it.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

I think if she'd found it at the beginning, she would have moved it.  It's probably a good thing she didn't.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

I think if she'd found it at the beginning, she would have moved it.  It's probably a good thing she didn't.

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sunny33

Nicky may be complicating matters even more.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

She does that.  Of course, she's never had two parties pay for the same contract before, so it could gert dicey.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

She does that.  Of course, she's never had two parties pay for the same contract before, so it could gert dicey.

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sunny33

Oh, lovely chapter!

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Thank you!  I thought it was time she got a little back.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Thank you!  I thought it was time she got a little back.

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sunny33

What does "sranje" mean?

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

It's Serbian for "shit" (or "bullshit" but I don't use it that way)

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

It's Serbian for "shit" (or "bullshit" but I don't use it that way)

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sunny33

She certainly has them pegged there.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Yeah, she does.  Considering they helped make her who she is, you'd think they'd be a little more clued in.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Yeah, she does.  Considering they helped make her who she is, you'd think they'd be a little more clued in.

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sunny33

One down...Their relationship is very twisted, distorted by the situation, much like their personalities have been shaped by their experiences.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Yep.  They have some very serious baggage, but they keep trying to find ways to connect. 

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Yep.  They have some very serious baggage, but they keep trying to find ways to connect. 

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sunny33

Hmm. Hope they have another chance to have sex "properly" without the interrogation! Well done, you!

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Thanks!  That was probably the most difficult scene for me to write.  I'm glad you liked it.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Thanks!  That was probably the most difficult scene for me to write.  I'm glad you liked it.

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sunny33

I was wondering at the beginning of the chapter whether Deira would turn out to be a crack shot.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

She's decent enough, but not an expert.  Sticks wouldn't have ignored that part of her training.  He likes guns.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

She's decent enough, but not an expert.  Sticks wouldn't have ignored that part of her training.  He likes guns.

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sunny33

Reality bites.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Somtimes, it bites pretty hard...

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Somtimes, it bites pretty hard...

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sunny33

Very hot, albeit unrequited!

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Glad you like that.  It was requited.  Just not consummated. ;)

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Glad you like that.  It was requited.  Just not consummated. ;)

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sunny33

A little intimacy, helping with each other's hair. Nice!

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Thanks!  I struggled to get that scene right.  My husband let me shave his head (he often goes bald), though strangely, he vetoed the straight razor, too....

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Thanks!  I struggled to get that scene right.  My husband let me shave his head (he often goes bald), though strangely, he vetoed the straight razor, too....

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sunny33

Those girls wouldn't be ganging up on poor old Gage, would they?

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

I think they're both glad to have someone to talk to who talks back. :)  And knowing them, they're both fishing for information.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

I think they're both glad to have someone to talk to who talks back. :)  And knowing them, they're both fishing for information.

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sunny33

Great stuff!

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Thanks!  Glad you approve. :)

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Thanks!  Glad you approve. :)

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sunny33

So, is his first name really Charlie? And , if not, why does his niece use it?

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Charles Randall is his legal name, given to him by his adoptive parents, with his full agreement.  He wanted a different life, and a new name helped.  Gage is the nickname he got in the war.  He never uses his real name, and very few people know what it is.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Charles Randall is his legal name, given to him by his adoptive parents, with his full agreement.  He wanted a different life, and a new name helped.  Gage is the nickname he got in the war.  He never uses his real name, and very few people know what it is.

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sunny33

Katya seems well skilled at first aid.  What sort of college does she attend?

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

She just attends a normal liberal arts college.  But she went to summer school in the jungles of Central America.

Response from sunny33 (Reviewer)

I realise now we are on different wave-lengths.  College here refers to high school, so I was thinking she was awfully level-headed and knowledgeable for a teenager! I did figure it out after I asked this question, eventually!

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

She just attends a normal liberal arts college.  But she went to summer school in the jungles of Central America.

Response from sunny33 (Reviewer)

I realise now we are on different wave-lengths.  College here refers to high school, so I was thinking she was awfully level-headed and knowledgeable for a teenager! I did figure it out after I asked this question, eventually!

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sunny33

LOL. "Saved by the Lord."  Hallelujah!

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

I hear he works in mysterious ways...

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

I hear he works in mysterious ways...

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sunny33

So the plan is to make the hit, then burn up the lab?  Is pump a fictional drug or another name for something real?

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Pump is a fictional drug - an artificial adrenaline cocktail.  And he would be very happy if it was removed from the face of the earth.

Response from Melenka (Author of Gauntlet)

Pump is a fictional drug - an artificial adrenaline cocktail.  And he would be very happy if it was removed from the face of the earth.

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