Private procedure specialist

[hamilcar]

In the not distant future very affluent societies coexist with general anarchy. Crimes are prosecuted and punished through private justice systems. One part of these are private execution procedure providers. Many crimes have capital sentences. The condemned after be caught and then dealt wit. In many cases becauses of bad quality genetic manipulation the family of origin is fully sooperative. This is the story of one private procedure prider and some of the practitioners.

 

[hamilcar]

Deb Barnes turned the electric van onto the country road and moved at speed towards the large rambler style structure on the left side. She pulled into the gravel drive, enjoying the crunch of the stones under her tyres. Just like she would soon be putting the crunch on another malfactor. Deb had actually come to throughly enjoy her job. Hired right out of college she was at first a procedural assistant. This basically meant anything the clinic medical staff needed done. It was a big clinic in a high rise overlooking the Gulf. It had both a pedo and an adult unit and she soon was working both ends of the hall as they called it. Deb was a tall, athletic auburn haired woman whose All American surface hid an absolutely ruthless personality. She knew from the first week she could make this job her own after she was deliberately assigned prepping a couple of angry and resistent kids. She did what she had to do caring nothing for either their distress or their parents tears and actually felt some satisfaction in watching the boy's pain filled demise as he and five friends had actually killed a small girl. His weeping and crying sounded like he was getting what he merited. His mom was all weepy when she had to be a witness his procedure and then sign for his remains to be shipped to a pricey funeral chapel. If she and dad had acted like parents her kid wouldn't have ended up dead on an exam table with a hypo stuck in his ass cheek.

The next week she went to the adult end of the hall. Less business but more interesting. The first day she was involved in putting down a show girl who had pushed a deadly designer drug. She was gorgeous but had empty wide bimbo eyes and she cried a hell of a lot as Dr Myrna made sure the procedure was very through, painful and protracted.

 

[hamilcar]

Helping to kill that stupid greedy bitch again was a pleasure. She was reminded of the of the gang of six boys that she had helped to send one out of this world her first week on the job. She actually help mommy the yougest boy in the group into making a detailed statementthat fixed the fate of all the boys. She helped the juvenile psycholgist weedle a full statement out of the kid. She convinced him he would get special treatment if he just cooperated. He did, he was the last of the young murderers to be put down. She loved being able to walk him to the prep room and watch mommy break down as she finished and led him to the procedural specialist. He didn't realize what was going to happen until he was led into the procedure room. He tuened around and cried 'you promised' and she bent over just before he was strapped down and said, 'You are getting special treatment, it is going to take an extra special amout of time and mommy has to watch. SHe pushed him flat on his back and then another tech finished putting on the restraints before the first needle was stuck in him.

 

[hamilcar]

She watched his eyes fill with fear and disbelief. Mommy sat in the corner watching what got done to the flesh she had grown inside, hear him crying and pleadung as one needle after another got stuck in the tenderest parts of his anatomy. She watched his eyes fill with pain, the raw pain preceeding death as the chemicals put in him destroyed his body and finally his life. The procedure team made sure they were through and cruel but finally he stopped moving. Now as she walked towards the big rambler this was going completely different. This would dealing with a real adult female from a very rich and powerful family.

 

[hamilcar]

Before she reached the massive front door it swung open and a tall powerfully built bodyguard in a butler's garb stepped out. He said nothing eyeing her as she stepped pat into a foyer lined with rich woods and floored with elaborate parquet work. Inside another tall strong young man stood wearing a semi military uniform of a private security company.

'Please step this way, ma'am'', and face this electro eye. She did so and it flicked green twice.

'Very well, please follow me',he said as he calmly eyed her with a lustful glow in his eyes.

She ignored that and smartly walked forward carrying her thin briefcase like unit. He led her to a door set into the wall just beyond a heavy tapestry of a beautiful but graphic portrayal of Venusburg.

The door slid noiselessly open to reveal an elegantly appointed private elevator. The guard stepped back and she stepped in. As soon as she did the door slid soundlessly close and the car began to rise smoothly and with speed. After a minute or so the speeding car began to slow its ascent and then came to a smooth and quiet stop. The door then slid open admitting her to a large and beautifully appointed aviary. large tropical birds with brilliant plumage made astrangely sonorous set of cries as she walked through an artificial jungle towards a setting area at the end of the huge room. At the very farthest end that jutted out over an exterior landscape featuring an artificial waterfall she descried a female seated on a plush deep love seat. The woman put down a book stood up and rook a step towards her. This would be her, subject, client, or what?