<strong>Moussad - the case of the missing loot</strong><br/><br/>Leg, she said.  Moussad vaguely remembered the limp. Frankly, he vaguely remembered everything except Madforson’s declaration of insanity.  And if he cared he cared a lot less about the leg but a whole lot more about the young woman in his collar, just not for the same reasons as he did a few minutes ago.<br/><br/>“We walk,” Moussad growled as his hand snapped around her one wrist and he pulled her over his shoulder.  “Not like before.”<br/><br/>He grabbed for his belt and the pouches that lined them and jogged out the bathroom with Madison over his shoulder.  He would have beat her as he ran out the apartment but one hand gripped the cheek of her ass to keep her from fighting to get off while the other hand was full of belt.  The belt had equipment. He would need it for what they were gonna be doing.<br/><br/>He didn’t bother with the lift. Moussad took the stairs down two at a time.  His bare feet slapping the concrete as he raced to level 1 then past the sign that read Level 0, Water treatment.<br/><br/>The pungent fragrance reached them before he even pushed open the door.<br/><br/>“No worry Madforson…” Moussad told her as he galloped along the grid above the different sections of sewage.<br/><br/>“Sludge only 2 feets deep. You not need for to swim. I bring rope and net. I dingle you over sides so you have many hands to net our treasure.”<br/><br/>“I bringing you up after you find every last piece. Maybe not so long I think. Hold you nose!”<br/><br/>