Posted by Moore on May 02, 2003 at 05:26:42:
They separated the women and her children. The women was taken to the living room, the kids back up to their room on the second floor. The women looked at the stairs her children had ascended. Falcon started asking her question about the defenses in his broken Polish, aided by hand drawn pictures of machine guns, artillery, and tanks. The women answered readily, without needing any physical prompting. She told Falcon that Nowe didn't have any military weapons, the ORMO of 67 men and women had sporting rifles, shotguns, or pistols. Phoenix relaxed slightly. It didn't seem the ORMO could penetrate the armor on the LAV25s - of course Phoenix knew the surest way to get killed is by overconfidence.
Falcon nodded to Phoenix that the women's interrogation was over. The women looked at Phoenix her brown eyes staring, searching his. The women fell to her knees, rubbed her face against his crotch, and licked her lips in an exaggerated manner.
Phoenix had been in this position before. He knew the women was terrified, had just had her husband murdered, and was using the only bargaining chip she had to keep her kids safe. Before the war he would not have put a women or her kids in this terrible position ... but that man was gone. Phoenix had too small of a unit to keep prisoners. He couldn't afford to use ammo unless necessary, so he wouldn't use his submachine gun on her. He had to kill the kids himself with as little suffering as possible. Without pity, but not without remorse. Besides, Phoenix's blood lust was up. All's fair in love in war. Might makes right. He could do anything he wanted out in the field. Rachgee never asked, and he never told. Anyone with weakened immune systems from sexually transmitted diseases had been among the first to die from the plagues, and he didn't think she would risk her kids getting hurt by biting him.
Phoenix looked down at the women and smiled. Conqueror and prey. She gestured towards herself and said "Agata". Phoenix didn't know if that was her name, or a description of what she was about to do. She pushed his legs apart, unfastened his BDU trousers, and put his left leg over her shoulder while she kneeled before him. She was a little rough in her desperation to please him, with more nibbles and going quicker then he would have liked. But she figured out what he liked quickly enough. She flicked her tongue over the break in the ridge that surrounds the head of his penis. It wasn't long before he released over her blue sweatshirt she wore over her breasts.
Time for her to die. Phoenix put 100 mph tape on her ankles to make flight impractical. A glance up the stairs to insure she wouldn't struggle until her death throes. He put tape back over her mouth. He sat her on a black couch in the living room as he tore a small strip of tape off the roll. Usually he would have used his knife on her. But if there were dogs in the main part of the village, they might smell the blood. Malik, Thomas, and Owens liked to kill to women as they were bite sized morsels of candy. Gobble one down, still not satisfied, look for another to devour. Phoenix would rather have taken his time with "Agata". Did she go to her prom? What was her favorite color? He liked to savor his prey, get to know them, honor their deaths. But the fishermen in Nowe were probably early risers, and his men would be much more vulnerable in the daylight.
She didn't know what he intended to do with the little strip of tape. It was only an inch wide and four inches long, black in color. "Agata" didn't even pull her head away, not even when he put it snugly over her nostrils. Then she realized she couldn't breathe. Her eyes widened. She shook her head - no, no, no. She raised her hands to take the tape off, but he held them and put his weight on her hands and lap, trusting his body armor to protect him from her fingernails. He put his head close to her, watching her, and felt her start to panic. She shook her head as empathetically as she could - NO, NO, NO! He shook his head yes. Self preservation took over "Agata" as she struggled and fought to breathe. Phoenix sat on her, staring into her frantically darting eyes, and watched her struggles. She tried to head but him, but he lowered his chin and let her hit his Kevlar helmet with her head. She seemed to realize what was about to happen, and stopped any organized struggling. It always surprised him at how long it took to asphyxiate someone. What had started as a fairly pretty middle aged women slowly changed to a red, the purple, then graying faced creature, with eyes reddened by burst capillaries, body quaking in pain. It took almost four minutes for it to be over. One of "Agata's" last acts had been to soil herself.
Phoenix looked down at the corpse. Brown was discoloring the white sweat pants. This was going to be one of the messy missions.
Phoenix radioed the LAV25's and made ready to attack to town of Nowe in force.