The Case of the Mad Scientist

Chapter 21: Break-in

Chapter 21: Break-in

“We found nothing to indicate that Dr. Sorren is working at Koriyama Pharmaceutics.”

Blaze was facing all of us the next morning in her hotel room. “I called my boss and he said that they had no further information about where Dr. Sorren may be, so we should continue to check out Koriyama Pharmaceutics. Aiko will help us with the next step.”

Aiko stood up. “Koriyama Pharmaceutics has a manufacturing plant in Koriyama. That plant is regularly inspected because it is producing medicines that are sold around the world. I called the department that does these inspections and established that the last inspection was a week ago. I spoke with the man who did the inspection, and nothing resembling DNA research equipment was found.”

She looked at the faces around the room. “We know that he is probably not at their research labs - those have been checked out by Blaze and Sled. I am trying to locate any additional facilities owned by that company, but it will take time. In the meantime, there is one other possibility that is worth checking out. Blaze?”

Blaze took the floor again. “Thanks to Aiko’s work, we have found that Koriyama Pharmaceutics’ owner, one Janichi Watanabe, has a large house not far from Yoriyama, on a Lake named Hibara Ko. Stella has her first show tonight and, although I would love to attend, I think Sled and Aiko and I should go to check out this house of his.”

I nodded agreement. I was itching to get into action again.

“So we leave this morning and, depending upon what we find, Stella and Tara may come up tomorrow. If we find nothing, we’ll come back.”

Stella had to go on with her show; that was our cover in this country. Besides, she really wanted to help the disaster victims.

Blaze and I packed our overnight bags again, just in case we had to stay up that way overnight. That didn’t sound like too bad an idea with me. Maybe I could talk Aiko into sharing a room with Blaze and me. She was a cute girl and didn’t seem to have a bad figure. I wondered if she knew the French term, Menage a Trois?

Maybe I could talk her into practicing escapes with Blaze.

My mind filled with such fantasies, we set out in Aiko’s car. The trip was pleasant enough, covering much of the same territory as our prior trip but turning off before getting to Koriyama and heading west. We stopped for lunch in a city called Kitakata, supposed to be famous for its ramen noodles. Well, that’s what Aiko said.

We drove along the lake and managed to find the address, but all we could see was a big gate guarding a house that could not be seen behind the trees. We did, however, mark places where we could hide the car and still be near his house. Then we returned to Kitakata.

I was about to suggest that we find a hotel and check into a room to wait until night, but Blaze beat me to it. Aiko did not object, because she said it would give us a “base of operations”.

We found a clean enough looking hotel, but I was disappointed when Aiko, who was speaking for us, being better at Japanese than we were, ordered three separate rooms. It didn’t seem like a good idea to make a fuss at the time, so I went along with it. Blaze, I was happy to note, seemed disappointed also.

My room was on the small side but clean and with a western style bed. I waited out the afternoon, hoping that Blaze would drop by for a little escape practice, but she didn’t. I found out later that she and Aiko went out shopping! Women!

After dinner, we drove back to the lake and parked behind some trees not far from the gate. Blaze had on her black commando outfit again and, surprisingly, so did Aiko. The two of them giggled and said something about being a pair of ninjas or something. I noticed that Aiko has a short sword in her belt but no gun. I had, of course, Wilma tucked under my coat. A good Private Dick doesn’t leave home without his best friend.

We waited for a long while to make sure that we had not been spotted. Then it was off into the woods. The pines and elms were thick, which gave us good cover but also made it hard to tell where the house was. I finally found it by the noise. Someone was playing music loudly enough to guide us to the house. There was a barbed wire fence but some of the posts had sagged or been pushed up by tree growth. It was not too hard to find a spot where we could slip through. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

It was traditional Japanese, with slanting roof of tiles, made of wood, and two stories high. I did note, however, that there was a set of stairs leading down to what must have been a door below the first floor, so I figured there was a basement. I whispered that fact to Blaze who agreed that might be a good place to break in. The three of us snuck up to the side of the place and made for that stairway.

There was a door all right, but it was locked. Of course, we Private Dicks have out ways of getting in through locked doors. I pulled out my set of picks and began working on the keyhole. Either Japanese doors have more complicated locks than American ones, or my skills were getting rusty. After ten minutes of trying, the door still refused to open. At that point, Blaze nudged me aside and reached up to the top of the doorframe. “My mom always was losing her keys, so she always put one on top of the door so she wouldn’t be locked out. See?”

She was offering me a key. I brushed the dust off and inserted it in the lock. It was, of course, the right key, and the door obligingly opened for us. Blaze was lucky that Watanabe and her mom shared some traits.

We immediately found ourselves looking at a very strange sight. There was a twenty by twenty foot room lit by a single overhead light. Along two walls were jail cells! Three on one wall, and three on the other. Each cell was tiny, no more than a couple feet in any direction. Two of the cells were occupied.

Blaze rushed up to the first cell and was staring in at the prisoner. She was a pretty Japanese girl, probably in her late teens. It’s hard to tell with them. She was wearing only panties and a bra, and was handcuffed as well as locked in. Aiko came up and spoke to the obviously frightened girl. After a few sentences, she translated for us.

“She says that she was kidnapped in Tokyo and brought here. That’s all she knows.”

We went to the other cell with an occupant. This one was totally naked and I noticed that she had been shaved between the legs. She was also locked in handcuffs but someone had added a third pair connecting her wrists and ankles behind her: a steel hogtie. The woman looked up at us with a wild look in her eyes. She rolled on her side and struggled to try to get up, which she could not. So hard were her struggles that I was sure she was hurting her wrists and ankles from those steel cuffs. But she didn’t seem to care. The look in her eyes was pure desperation. At first I figured she was simply glad to see someone other than the kidnappers and was eager to get free. But then she hissed some words in Japanese, looking at my pants all the while.

“What’s she saying?” I asked Aiko. When I heard nothing, I turned to Aiko. The girl was blushing! “Well?” I asked.

“She’s saying… No, pleading, that you fuck her.”

Now that I understood her words, I made sense of the fact that she was thrusting her shaved pussy at me and couldn’t take her eyes off my crotch. Poor girl, she must have been really, really horny.

I looked around but could find no keys for the cells. It would have been logical if the keys were kept in that room, but they apparently were not. Aiko tried to get the pleading woman to answer some questions, but her mind was on one subject and no other. I felt sorry for the poor girl. She was nice looking and had a fine set of breasts. I wished there was something I could do for her, but with her locked in there and three other women present, all I could do was offer a silent pledge to satisfy her need if the chance came up.

With nothing we could do for the two prisoners, we went to the door on the fourth wall. Inside that room was a large medical laboratory with all kinds of equipment filling the walls and tables. I did notice off to one side was a door that looked like one of those you see on submarines - made of metal and with a big handle in the middle. My guess was that it could be air tight or soundproof, or both.

The lights in that lab were on and some of the machines were making noises and flashing lights and readouts. It didn’t look like a place shut down for the night.

“That’s one of those DNA sequencers,” Blaze said, pointing to a device.

Before we could discover anything else, a man walked into the room. He was on the older side, gray haired and wearing a lab coat. His attention was focused on a clipboard he held, so he didn’t see us until he was almost on top of us. When he looked up and saw the three of us, his first reaction was a look of displeasure.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my lab?” he said. Then he noticed Wilma in my hand and went pale.

“Doctor Sorren, I presume?” Blaze said.

He turned to Blaze, and was about to answer her when he suddenly looked between Blaze and myself. That was my clue that there was something behind us. Before I could turn around the lights went out.