Bjorn This Way: A Bjorn Trilogeé Adventure

Chapter Eleven

At the top of the stairs was a small hallway. At the end of the hallway was a room. All four walls, celling and floor were made of clear thick glass. Inside the room stood a woman. She was short but well built. Her toned body formed shapely against her tight pink skin-suit. Covering her face was a green gas-mask and she also wore green combat boots. Even though Bjorn could not see her face, he was pretty sure that she was hot ... and 96% sure that this was actually a female.

Bjorn paused before a glass sliding door. After a moment, it opened with a pressurized woosh of air.

"Hurry up and enter" said a woman in a sweet voice, "Don't want to let the germs in." The room smelled of disinfectant and seemed immaculately clean. It was completely bare of all furnishings. "I just hate germs. I literally wash my hands like one hundred times a day. By the way the name is Ana, I would shake your hand but you know ... germs."

"Honestly can't remember the last time I showered, never mind wash my hands." Bjorn replied.

The woman shivered in disgust, "Eeew. Did you know that items in a typical office have over 20,000 germs on them. That is more than a toilet!"

Bjorn just shrugged, "I really don't care"

".... And did you know that germs from a sneeze can travel up to four feet?"

"Listen Ana, this is all fascinating, but are we supposed to fight or something? Or, can I just continue on my way?"

"Oh I'm very much going to kill you, I was just making conversation. Some people get right to the killing, but not me. I like to take my time. Also, I figure people would be curious about the whole OCD germ thing going on here."

By this time Bjorn had begun to nod off, "My God shut up, I'm so bored with your talking"

Ana crossed her arms, "Oh I am so sorry Bjorn. Am I making you tired? Mind starting to drift? Losing concentration? Well, never underestimate a woman's power to rattle on forever about utter nonsense. It's our secret weapon, you stupid fucker!"

With that final statement still lingering in the air, Ana attacked. Bjorn was still zoned out and this caused his reaction time to be off by a few crucial seconds. A swift kick landed right into the side of his helmet. Bjorn staggered vision blurry. Ana connected again with two hard punches to his midsection followed by a round house kick to the jaw. This time Bjorn went down like a rock.

"What are you a ninja?" Bjorn managed to whisper between his immense bouts of pain.

"Pretty much" answered Ana. "I earned my yellow belt at Wok This Way Karate School in Hoboken. This is my best move..." She raised her left foot and stomped hard right onto Bjorn's balls. He began to moan and writhe around in agony.

That's when he heard the voice of Abe in his head, "go for the heart you stupid bloody fuck, that's the weakest point on any broad. Everybody knows that! The heart is the key. First you must take her down. A very wise warrior once offered me this advice ... sweep the legs."

"Fuck you Abe" Bjorn said in his mind. With that, Bjorn slung his leg across the floor with great power. It connected just above Ana's ankle. She immediately fell to the ground.

Bjorn jumped to his feet and attempted to punch down into Ana's chest, but she rolled to the right, sending Bjorn's hand smashing hard into the floor. His hand throbbed and burned, it may have been broken but this was no time to lick one's wounds. It was time to end this now.

The gas-masked female knelt on one knee, apparently still a bit stunned from Bjorn's leg sweep. Taking advantage of this window of opportunity, Bjorn went right for the gas-mask. He ripped it off of Ana's face ... to reveal the most exquisite looking creature he had ever seen. The face of a goddess, full lipped and dark haired. She looked at him in surprised shock. Her body began to tremble as she began to mumble one word over and over again, 'germs'. She looked off into space in shock.

Bjorn knew what he had to do, but to do it to this beauty was just going to be a real tragedy. With his left hand Bjorn reached out and softly rubbed her cheek. With his right hand, he dug deep into her chest, tearing flesh and cracking bone. Bjorn ripped out her heart. The metallic smell of blood was in the air. He enjoyed that.

Ana fell straight backward, falling hard to the floor. Dead as a doornail. Bjorn spiked the heart into the floor like it was a football. Now to find the exit.

It seemed as if the only way out was to go back the way he came, but that can't be. If Bjorn knew anything, it was that this place was not what it seemed. Again, Abe's voice echoed in his mind. "Feel along the glass walls. If I recall there should be a hidden access panel. You can disable the force field by using the heart print of Ana. Disabling the force field will also let you out of the room. Crying shame she is dead ... one hell of lay."

Bjorn started on the left wall and felt around. Cold, glass, smooth. It all felt the same. He quickly ran his hands along the entire thing, high and low. Moving onto the back wall, he could only wonder how long this would take him. Any minute now another crew of guards could show up, ready for a fight. Before he could even finish his thought, he felt a slight tingle on his hand.

The wall began to shimmer below his palm. He pushed his arm slowly into the wall and it sank in. "A hologram" he mumbled to himself. The hologram dispersed and a square metal box appeared. There were four red glowing lights on each corner of the box, the middle of the box had a medium sized round hole in it. "The heart is the key" he remembered Abe saying. "This must be the key hole"

Retrieving the splattered heart from the floor, Bjorn carried it towards the panel. It oozed and dripped all over the place. He paused a second, and then slammed the heart straight into the hole. The red lights blinked twice and then turned white. Too his right an entire section of the wall began to fade away, revealing a stairway heading upwards. Force field now gone. Time to continue on.