<strong>The Hawk</strong><br/><br/>The captain felt proud of his handiwork as he saw the girl lying on the floor with all her strength drawn out of her. He smiled to himself as he remembered how fierce she'd been earlier. There was nothing some knots and a few slaps from him wouldn't tame. He wasn't worried about the effects of her ordeal showing on her skin. No one would dare question him, especially after his most vociferous enemy on board had been silenced in this way. And he didn't care about if and when they surfaced. The Ruskies were not getting dangerously active and close, and the way their mission was going, the possibility of survival was slowly going down notch by notch.<br/><br/>He moved closer to her body, and placing his shoe below her cheek, made her face up.<strong>"I sincerely hope, for your sake, you've now seen sense, skipper. I'll leave you to give it some thought as you spend time in your cage. Nothing teaches better than shame and embarrassment. And trust me, if you decide to test me again, I'll raise your punishment up by another notch."</strong><br/><br/>He walked to the door, and opening it slightly, walked outside. To the young man standing guard, he said,<strong>"Bring Commander Macheath here. On the double."</strong>He was sure by then the commander would have shown each girl to her post.