Re: Matterhorn OPS
Roy rested an uncharacteristically gentle hand on Tipper's head as she cried. "Put us down right there," he said, indicating a spot only a few feet away from the tree.
When they were down, he gestured for Karson and Shade to come with him. "Don't let him hit the ground," Roy intoned gravely, indicating Popper's body. He went over to the rope and released it, easing the body into their hold. Without a word, he went back to the van, untying Nelson's legs from the seat and ingloriously dragging her out of the van, letting her thump to the ground as he pulled her across the space to the tree.
"Loosen the noose...and put it around her ankles," he instructed. When the directions were followed, he hoisted her up, so she was hanging head-down from the rope that had hung Popper.
"It's tempting to just take the comm and the light and leave you hanging here...I mean, all the blood flowing to your head? You'd start popping blood vessels in maybe half an hour...could either end up with a stroke, or if the right vessels popped, your sinuses would fill up and you'd have to breathe through your mouth or suffocate on your own blood. But there's too many chances that one of your cronies might come looking and stumble across you in time. Besides...there's still some poetic justice to be served, here..."
He untied her hands and arms, which were almost useless at this point, from the constricted blood flow. "I've got a truly poetic end in mind for you...and a chance for Popper to get his revenge." He looked at Karson, and said, "Tie his body to her arms...like she was hung up holding him off the ground."
While Karson worked, Roy took some of the strips of bedsheet, and wrapped a loop around Nelson's neck...then tied the ends to Popper's body, one end around his knees and one end around his chest. "See, what we're going to learn here, is just how long you can hold him up high enough to keep his body from pulling that loop around your neck and strangling you. You may have ordered his death...I doubt you had the guts to do it yourself...but Popper will get the dignity of killing you." He nodded to Shade, and said, "Okay...let him hang from her."
It would have been an insane amount of weight to hold up, with her arms extended like that, even under the best of circumstances...with her hogtied, adrenaline rushing, muscles burning oxygen like crazy, he was sure she'd be unable to hold him up for more than a few seconds...but unless she was smart enough to try and lift him suddenly--if she even could--and then drop him to snap her neck, as fatigue set in, the loop would slowly get tighter and tighter.
He stepped over to the comm she'd left set up for Gresh...not far enough into the image to be clearly identifiable, but enough to let the Sanri know who was responsible. "You wanted her to suffer, Gresh...I hope this will fit the bill..."
He took the light...he didn't want to advertise her location to any would-be rescuers, and Gresh would be able to see enough to tell what was happening, especially with her swathed in the light-colored sheets. "Tipper? Call your friends in. We're going to go see Gresh, and let Popper have his revenge."