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Damon’s
words lay upon the group like a heavy burden. He was good at making his
personal problems everybody’s business. When he felt spoiled, he meant
business. And Damon wasn’t done yet.
“Moreover, we have no Wi-Fi here. Zero, nada, not a bit.”
He let the words sink in, then added, “Even
if I wanted to, I couldn’t post anything out here.” He put his phone
away and joined Zander.
“Here’s how it’s going down: While the
girls are taking photos, you’re looking for an exit that will get us out
of here A–S–A–P. Get it?”
“We’ll take the pictures, don’t worry about
it” Yelka hooked in from behind. “And tonight, from our hotel, we’ll be
able to watch your follower numbers skyrocket in no time.”
“I assume so,” Damon replied curtly. “The
sore point in the planning is the way back. But Zander will take care of
that. And I know for sure he’ll find a really fast way out for us.”
Appreciatively, he patted his shoulders.
“Damon, when do you think we will break the 30,000 mark? I really want that to happen by this weekend.”
“Yes, starlet, we can definitely do that.
Your pretty sister will do a fantastic job and Zander will get us back
to the hotel in no time.”
Zander wasn’t concerned about Damon’s
problems at all. If it were up to him, Vivian should just do blunt
erotic shots on the beach or in a studio. Or better, shoot soft porn.
That was what it was all about, after all. Maybe he would watch that
too. Vivian naked in the sand. Hmm … Anyway, none of this had anything
to do with the fascination of abandoned places. And this barracks had so
much of it to offer.
“If we continue along this path through the
forest, we will soon reach the residential block. From there, another
path leads to the recreational facilities. There is a pool, a sports
field and a theater, but it could also be used as a cinema. In parallel
…”
“Sis, shouldn’t we take a picture of me in this outdoor pool?” Lasciviously, Vivian played with the strap of her top.
“Absolutely” laughed Yelka.
Why wasn’t she actually on his side? After
all, he had planned the whole trip just for Yelka. Zander wanted
everything to be perfect today. Yet, that wouldn’t work with Vivian and
Damon. Honestly speaking, they shouldn’t have joined in the first place.
When the forest suddenly opened up to reveal a settlement, Zander’s
heart began to pound faster.
Weathered multi-story apartment blocks rose
into the sky, overgrown with birch and fir trees. Moss clung to the
entrance areas; ivy sought its way upwards. The scenery looked like a
modern Sleeping Beauty castle, sprung from the premonition of a sinister
dystopia.
For a moment, the group stopped and let
themselves be captivated by the magic of the place. Speechless, their
eyes wandered up the multi-story buildings, lingering on the dark
building openings and absorbing the surreal atmosphere.
“This is incredible,” Yelka was the first
to return to her words. She put an arm around Zander and hugged him.
“Just incredible.”
Zander felt overwhelmed. His excitement was
looking for a channel. “Considering that the residents lived here for
40 years, and nature has taken over for 30 years, then … well …” He
didn’t know how to finish the sentence. Zander was overwhelmed, both by
the place and by Yelka’s closeness.
“Darling sister, you can start thinking
about whether you want to be photographed on the steps or the old
climbing frame” Yelka indicated as she dug her camera out of the small
backpack.
“The steps are great!” exclaimed Vivian, settling down on the moss-covered steps.
“Perfect,” Damon joined in again as well. “That looks excellent, starlet! Lie back, let your hair fall to the right.”
Zander walked thoughtlessly over the moss
that covered the former street. Here, families must have once walked
home, children played on the sidewalk, and vehicles drove north to the
barracks. With a kick, he plucked the green from the ground and looked
at the dark asphalt. This was how the place had been left nearly three
decades ago.
He squatted down and let his fingers slide
over the old pavement. A shiver came over him. At that moment, he felt
the same fascination for these places as Yelka. Stealthily, he glanced
over at his secret love as she took photos of her hot sister.
Vivian had leaned back dramatically, her
chest up, her hair hanging down behind her. Her belly was exposed, her
breasts pressed against the top. She stretched her long legs, like she
was riding a bicycle.
Zander’s gaze drifted off to Yelka, who
held her camera with both hands. She was shifting positions from time to
time. Although she was wearing cargo pants, boots and gloves, she
didn’t look one bit less sexy than her younger sibling.
He averted his eyes and let them roam over the facade of the apartment block again, only to look back over at the sisters.
“So, now …” Damon was about to intervene in the shooting when heavy dog barking made their blood run cold.
Yelka stopped her shots, Vivian lost body tension and Damon turned his head.
The big, short-haired yapper hung on the
leash of a young guy in his early 20s. His tattooed arms were pumped up,
stretching a red shirt. His chest jutted out as he stood wide-legged,
holding the dog. A sharply cut face framed his full lips. He wore a gold
necklace, his hair was shaved short. Behind him, four boys and a girl
had set up. Two of them held metal pipes in their hands, brandishing
them menacingly.
“Good day to you all!” The words didn’t
sound like a greeting, but more like a threat. “This is private
property. No trespassing!” As if to underline his words, the dog growled
insistently. The group slowly approached. Those two men carrying the
batons grinned menacingly. “The whole compound is surrounded by a
concrete wall.”
Yelka was the first to speak up, “Hey, we’re just taking pictures, we’re not destroying or stealing anything.”
“So what?” told Ryder Yelka. “Fuck it, you
guys are still illegal. There are signs on the outside walls and gates
that state that this place is off limits.”
“Yeah, but you’re still coming here,” the dark-haired boy with the scratched forearm shouted.
“Even though it’s forbidden.”
The group had surrounded the four, leaving no way out. Gazoo barked at Vivian, tugging at Ryder’s leash.
“What you are doing here is forbidden, you know that.”
“Okay, we made a mistake,” Yelka tried to
concede. “How about we pack up and get out of here?” Seeking help, she
looked over at Zander, but he was transfixed.
“Yeah, you just thought so.” A grim smile played around Ryder’s face. “I want to see everyone’s IDs!”
“IDs out!” repeated Jesse, roaring.
Yelka looked at Zander first, then at
Damon. “Please, let us just go our merry way and everything will be
cool,” she offered the boys.
Damon had regained his composure and was
surveying the situation. Yelka and Zander getting married would be more
likely than these guys being security guards. There was danger in the
air. They were in the middle of nowhere and were being threatened by a
gang of rednecks, carrying a loose dog.
Dave lifted the steel pipe and touched
Yelka’s chin. “Ain’t nothing cool here,” Ryder told them. “Either you
show us your IDs or else.”
As if to make an example, Dave hit the ground with his club.
Yelka flinched. Gazoo jumped up at her, held back only by Ryder’s leash. “Chop, chop, IDs out!” Ryder roared indignantly.
“I think we need to make a cut here!” With a
brisk step, Damon put himself between Yelka and Ryder. “To me, it seems
like a misunderstanding.”
For a moment, there was silence. Gazoo
stopped barking, Dave’s steel pipe hovered in the air, and Ryder waited
to see what Damon would say.
“My name is Duke. Damon Duke, of Duke Executives.” He spread his arms and stood between Ryder and Yelka.
“We rented this location today to hold a photo shoot.”
He pointed to Vivian, who was still sitting
on the steps. “This is Vivian Donahue, one of our most important
models, known as Violet-D.”
Damon waited a moment, watching the gang as
they stared over at Vivian. He could see the aggression draining from
the young men’s faces. Desire appeared in their eyes.
“We are taking pictures for the centerfold
today. Vivian’s work needs a relaxed atmosphere. So, I’d be grateful if
we could do the shoot without any further disruptions. Later, I’m sure
she’ll have time for a short meet and greet with autographs. If you have
any further questions, please contact Councilor Wilbanks. Please carry
on, we don’t have any time to lose. Hush, hush!”
A stunned silence hung over the scene. The
gang hadn’t quite taken their eyes off Vivian when it dawned on them
that they had just been set up. Yelka and Vivian were already preparing
to resume the photo shoot when Ryder suddenly straightened up again.
“Are you kidding me? I want to see your fucking IDs–no photos until I
say so!”
“Good,” Damon turned abruptly and held out
his ID to Ryder, “that’s me, Damon Duke.” He gave him a moment to
compare ID photo and face, then pulled out his cell phone. “And now I’d
like to know what company you’re with.”
Damon held the phone to his ear and waited for Ryder’s answer. But he remained silent.
“Mr. Wilbanks, this is Damon Duke speaking.
I apologize for the interruption. Contrary to our agreements, we were
evicted from the place by security.” His and Ryder’s eyes met. “They
didn’t hire any security at all? Then I assume this is a
misunderstanding.”
Dave looked at Ryder, waiting for any reaction. But he just stared at Damon indecisively.
“No, I don’t think we need police here. Thank you very much, and again, I’m sorry to bother you.”
Damon dropped the phone into his purse, then pulled out a slew of business cards. “Here you go.”
First, he handed Ryder his card, then to
the rest of the gang. “We’re still looking for security employees. If
any of you want to make money, you’re more than welcome to contact me.”
Dazzled, the gang looked at each other. “Have a nice day! Now, starlets, we’ll move on to the next location.”
Ryder looked grimly after the Urbexers as
they walked on. Soon they would find out what kind of a nice day they
were going to have.