Posted by Marcus on July 13, 1999 at 19:29:37:
Jamie glided along the low wall, dressed in black garb. Her senses were at a peak. She was working , and her training and experience kicked in like a 6th sense. She almost felt the presence of a moving body. She peeked over the wall and saw the motion of a another woman. The girl was not alarmed and moving to the swimming pool at the back of the big house. With a stealth born of hard and difficult training she stole to within twenty yards of the mark. She was a lithe young lady with a bikini on. A long dark French braid hung to mid back and she moved with the grace of a dancer. Jamie slipped out her dagger, a wicked Sykes-Fairbyrne, and creeped till the girl was almost within lunging distance. Then, the girl stopped and put down a towel. She moved away from Jamie to the water stairs. Her long legs striding leisurely, she turned at the top stair and dipped her toes into the water. Shivering, she hesitated as she felt the chill of the water. Her dark flesh goose-pimpled, and she stood for second before entering the water. In that second, Jamie changed tactics. She sheathed the dagger and pulled a silenced .380 automatic. The girl was looking down when Jamie leapt from the shadows and came to a firing stance. The girl's eyes didn't even register the threat till Jamie's pistol made a Phhhhtt sound. The girl gave a soft grunt and stared in shock at the hole in her chest. Jamie had thought it may have been the "mark" she was after till she saw the girl upclose. Her almond eyes wide with surprise. She sank to the railing and slid into the water and floated. Jamie went to make sure of the kill and surveyed the body. No this wasn't Bridgette! This girl was oriental and had large full breasts, she was beautiful as Bridgette, and she had the lithe body and full figure that would have compensated for the dusky appeal of the woman Jamie sought to kill, but it wasn't her intended target. The body floated just out of reach and Jamie would have liked to finish her with a knife for silence and safety,…but she was not able to wade in and do that without making noise and she might be surprised while in the water and that wouldn't be good either.
Turning with a deft move her gun hissed into the night and sent two more bullets into the girl's chest, one just inside and above her left nipple and the other right dead center! The water began to cloud darkly and that meant her heart had still been beating. She had been wise to make sure! As if in a trance, she stared at the beautiful body with the angry red holes in her chest, and superimposed Bridgette's features on the floating corpse. It aroused her, and stirred old memories of her time with Bridgette.
Moving up the back stairs, she thought back to the way it all began.
Jamie had been in love with her partner. Bridgette and her had formed a lethal team. The "Organization " had sent them to places all over the globe. They were "wetgirls" ! The first of their kind, they had assignments ranging from seduction and assassination to acts of terrorism. The term "wet" was an "Organization" euphemism for "bloody". They at first just shared the jobs with enthusiasm and excitement born of youth and ignorance. Later, they had found a camaraderie, and that bred a closeness that eventually led to a physical relationship. Men, on assignment for long periods of time, developed bonds, but these were the first ladies to share that common danger…and it drew them together sexually. Where a man wouldn't be tempted…there were no such restrictions for the ladies.
The girls were on an assignment to kill a Middle Eastern concubine that had been making life difficult for an oil baron. The poor girl in question was to be "terminated and disposed of" with extreme prejudice. Jamie and Bridgette had broken into her apartment easily enough and the girl had awaken before they could silently put her away. Together they attacked ! Bridgette grasped her by the throat. The victim was nearly nude. Her breasts were bare and her body struggled. Bridgette went for her throat to keep her throttled. Jamie, though a slight girl , wrestled to pin the victim's arms behind her. The victim was an American girl named Kelli. She was a former stripper and exotic dancer that had followed a wealthy oil-rich suitor back to the Middle East. She was tall, athletic and beautiful …and she had pressed for marriage, thinking that her charms would melt the resistance and open her way to the millions of the man she sought to marry.
She had miscalculated and the man refused to either marry her, pay her off, or let her leave. He wanted her and she was in his town now! She got away from his men one day and tried to get into the American Consulate. That couldn't be tolerated ! As an American she posed certain diplomatic problems.
In order to secure his favor and make him compliant to certain American business interets, the "Organization" was contacted and contracted to deal with the trouble.
So here they were, wrestling with a frantic redhead who fought with increasing fury as she realized she was about to die! Jamie succeeded in pinning her arms back and Bridgette got her knife out! Kelly saw in the dim light that she was about to be stabbed and kicked hard at Bridgette. Bridgette got inside the kick and squirmed between the bigger girls legs. She warded off the kicks and kept her grip on Kelli's throat !
Kelli fought for her life, but she was over-matched. The two girls were in control and she strained with all her might but couldn't break Jamie's grip. Bridgette's eyes flashed, she knew the "kill" was at hand. The three wrestled in semi-darkness, them in black sheer robes and the victim with only her silk robe which parted and was only held on at the shoulders. The girls struggled and a strange feeling came over them…all three charged with adrenalin and hot, sweaty and excited ! Kelli felt their excitement too, and tried a sensual appeal by pressing her breasts against Bridgette and relaxing while holding her with her eyes. She gave her finest sexual gaze in the hopes that she could stay the hand with the dagger. Panting for breath, they locked eyes for long seconds. Jamie felt a tremor of passion run through her body as she realized the sexually charged situation had affected her, too! She felt her breasts stiffen and rise as she held the doomed woman and waited for the thrust that would kill her. Jamie gasped as Bridgette leaned forward and kissed Kelli on the lips. Kelli responded, relaxing a bit as they worked the passionate kiss into a gasping, panting climax. Their lips had barely parted when Bridgette's hand drove forward with a resounding thunk and sank the blade under Kelli soft left mound. Shock and panic took over as Kelli bucked and jerked in her death-agonies. Bridgette drove the blade into her chest over and over ! Blood spurted and covered them all! It seemed like hours before Kelli stiffened and shuddered, and finally collapsed. They lay panting and spent atop their victim. Slowly, Bridgette sat up and faced Jamie. Jamie felt her breasts tingle almost painfully and in that second a sexual need passed between them and they lunged at one another. Kissing feverishly they doffed their robes and went at each other like wanton whores. They wallowed in the blood of their victim as Kelli watched wide-eyed and very dispassionately.
When it was over they barely had the strength to dispose of the body they had "eliminated"
Over the next three years, Bridgette and Jamie carried on a torrid love affair. The "controllers" were aghast! They had never had a situation like this. Jamie laughed it off and went about her way in bliss.
One night in Rota, Spain, she was rudely awakened to find her lover sitting atop her with a can of spray gas they used to knockout abduction victims. With a hiss Bridgette broke their idyllic romp in Fantasyland and brought her crashing back to reality. Bridgette had been turned ! She had been seduced by a FORCE agent …And a MAN at that!!!
FORCE was rival International Power Brokerage. The acronym stood for Field Operations Reactive/Composite Element…it was literally a catch-all for "Have guns, Will Travel". They even used a Knight's chesspiece as their symbol although they weren't corny enough to add the logo. The man that turned her was code named "Marcus"
He was a resurrected American Navy SEAL. He was a weapons expert with sniper training and a penchant for close-in wetwork. He used a Randle fighting-knife for his hand-to-hand stuff and had a rep for coldness and detached objectivity in the field.
What had he offered Bridgette?
How had he turned her?
What does he have that I couldn't give her?
Jamie agonized for two long years, she never accepted another partner…and worked alone. She felt scorned, and though Bridgette couldn't bring herself to kill her when she left…Jamie wished she had. The thing that had hardened in her heart was that if she ever got the chance, she wouldn't hesitate a second to take her "out"! Hard! Jamie would relish the feel of Bridgette's blood on her hands.
The Envelopment Unit was moving. The crew had all volunteered to get on this mission. Even as Jamie glided silently towards the entrance foyer, the unit was sealing off her escape route.
It was a "maverick" mission that was a sucker play from the start…and Jamie knew it.She had gone without okay from the "Organization" because she knew it wouldn't be sanctioned. With them it was business….but, to her it was something more.
Jamie had "enlisted" the aid of four agents to give her that "snowballs chance" of getting out alive. It smelt like cheese to her and she could taste the cheddar in the back of her throat,…if it smells like cheese and tastes like cheese…its probably cheese ! But, just like that little mouse, she couldn't resist the setup ! Mouse did we say? More like rat! She could throw away her life on this vendetta but she stood to get four other good agents waxed right along with her…if she did make it out alive, she would be a target of the "Organization", and they wouldn't let her die gently. Jamie had passed the point of worrying about the consequences. In her mind's eye, she saw the face of her quarry. She allowed herself the luxury of imagining Bridgette's lovely swarthy olive complexion, her ebony eyes framed by blue eye-shadow and her lucious lips glossed so redly, brow knitted in a painfully perplexed expression…trembling, frozen in the moment…as Jamie held her hand on the dagger's hilt sliding it inexoribly into her stomach angled upward toward her heart…the expression changes to sheer terror as the blade pricks her beating orb and slices through. The face contorts in horrible lip-curling images of pain and agony as the heart tears itself open trying to continue beating while the blade invades. Jamie can feel the death agonies wrack Bridgette's lovely body as she holds her down a pillowed divan. Clad only in her signature stockings and stiletto-heeled high glossed black boots, with her black velvet opera gloves…and a slender gold chain sash around her hips, Bridgette would be the picture of sensuality as she writhed beneath the dagger, finally succumbing in Jamie's arms with a final kiss applied to her lips as her eyes closed to slits and rolled upward. Jamie had the scene all pictured…the semi-dark hall with columns and the draperies billowing ominously in the background as Bridgette spilled her life's blood shuddering and quaking under Jamie's hands, clutching at her futilely with trembling fingers until the tottering ceased and she fell into the abyss of death.
Jamie felt her vagina quiver and tighten with that image…then, she was shaken from her reverie by a slight sound…maybe only imagination but she suddenly felt the cool wind of fear sweep through her breast. With almost panicky determination she broke from cover and like a dark wraith, glided across the corridor, rising, throwing herself softly into a niche by a column, just as a guard rounded the corner and proceeded to the front door.
The woman was dressed in a white blouse and navy skirt her matching flats obviously had been soled with rubber to allow quiet work. She was a pro and that meant security , and that meant it was a trap for sure!
The woman raised her arm in the darkly lit hallway and Jamie heard the squelch of a hand radio.
"All quiet in the east corridor, will proceed to the west rooms, Holly out!"
Holly had no more than released the transmit button when her head was jerked back suddenly by an arm around her throat. Her eyes were staring up at the high tiled ceiling when she felt the bite of the dagger in her mid-drift. Her training kicked in even as the pain hit her, she grabbed for the head behind her and tried to grasp it for an over-the-shoulder flip. The move was anticipated and Jamie ducked her head to one side and jerked the dagger free, then buried it to the hilt under Holly's breastbone. A groaning, raspy squeal issued from Holly's lips that died quickly as Jamie jerked the blade and twisted it and felt the tensing of the body under her grip. A death rattle rumbled in Holly's throat and her body slumped in Jamie's grip. Swiftly dragging the body to a dark enclave behind a huge carved vase, Jamie deposited the dead woman and swiftly did some time frame figuring in her mind.
She quickly summed up the fact that she had, at tops, seven minutes to get clear of the building. That meant finding the target and doing the deed, and making her extraction from the mission.
That wasn't enough time. She decided to take her own vengeance and let the chips fall as they may.
She keyed the mike and said, "Abort, repeat, abort, mission scrubbed, initiate extrication of all backup personnel."
" This Gemstone, you are breaking up can't hear you, say again!"
" Oh you stupid bitch! I said 'go' and don't look back it's a bust!" God I should've known that Jennifer would stay till the bitter end and not 'hear" my orders to retreat." I say again! Abort Gemstone abort!…..Dancer, Move!…get'tem outta there!"
Dancer, the wheelman, Richard, put the huge Chevy Silverado Suburban into a wheel burning U-turn from a standing start, the 454 V8 roaring defiance in the night as the heavily armored wagon burned up the pavement getting to the emergency rendezvous. He had seen missions go sour before and he was determined to extract his crew before he lost more than just Jamie…She knew the score and her odds before she took the bait…he had warned her…he had fuckin' told her..Goddammit! Now the fat's in the fire…!
Kelly Kilroy, the redheaded, big-breasted, operative from Chicago, broke from cover immediately. The shrubs on the southside had been her vantage point and she had her Remington 700 slung across her back as she slipped her MP10 off her hipsling and brought it out to the ready." Dancer, she whispered into her throat mike, I'm out of the hole and onto the track see you in three."
Gemstone held her ground and that sealed her fate to that of Jamie's. Jamie fumed as she moved cursing Jennifer for being so 'martyristic'. Deep down inside she felt a warmth for Jenny that couldn't be expressed any other way but fierce pride! Yes, Jenny was a good'un! But the others were too and she hoped they did the smart thing and got the hell out while they could. Richard would be there and he would gett'em out…nothing short of artillery would stop his truck.
Percival Nathaniel Koenig moved to the pickup point in the cover of the small trees that lined the west wall of the estate. With his Nite-vizion goggles he scanned the scene and moved in quick spurts. He was the rear security for the team . He monitored the exchanges and realized that he couldn't wait for Jenny or Jamie if there was to be an extraction at all….so, he scanned for KK and looked for pursuit.
PNK or 'Pinky' as Jamie reffered to him,( much to his chagrin!) was the newest operative on in the "Organization" and had been a maverick from the start. Labeled a "thrillseeker" he had already distinguished himself for ferocity and a strange loyalty to his team that gave the Detailers cause for pause, this wouldn't enhance his position any, but he was determined to make the best of things whatever that was. If she made it outta this, Jamie better never call him 'Pinky' again. God forbid she should ever find out that his real name was Percival…he'd have to kill if she started calling him "Percy".
Arrayed against them and poised to strike was a veteran team of "Force" field agents that almost guaranteed that Jamie never had a prayer of success.
Johan Bund, known as OGF to the 'FORCE' types was both Detailer and field supervisor. Behind his back the agents called him "Fearless Leader" and drew cartoons of him in monocle and jack-boots with a scar and cigarette holder to enhance his image as a stern taskmaster. OGF called in his best operatives to nail this agent of the opposition. Some say he took it personally when Jamie put two bullets through the well-formed chest of a girl he had managed to get inside the Columbian Cartel. The girl, a new recruit with quite a bit of promise, was said to have been a prodigy of his, but most thought it ran a little deeper than that.
Some say that OGF had briefly known Jamie personally and had lost a lot of face when she was recruited out from under him by the "Organization" and he was determined to rectify that oversight.
Whatever the circumstances and motivations, when Marcus, codenamed Inndeskies, turned Bridgette and the opportunity presented itself to lure Jamie to her doom, he threw himself and all his assets into the fray with relish.
It was even said that he sacrificed an agent to allow the leak of the info to the "Mark".
Sandi was a tall blonde beauty that had the athletic build and body to attract Jamie and the predilection to get close to her. Sandi did her job well. But strangely, a leak allowed Jamie to become aware of the treachery afoot and she soon had Sandi stretched out on a table carving her precious beauty to ribbons and applying heat and electrical shocks in carefully meted doses. Sweating and bleeding she suffered haing her labia sliced off and her nipples fired with electric wires. Her bodily orifices stuffed with various objects that split and tore her sex and bowels. Lying on that bloody foul-smelling table reduced to a rambling mindless entity no longer human, she finally broke and gave up her secrets to the "Organization". The only thing useful that she divulged though was the location of the 'turncoat' agent Bridgette, now codenamed 'Dawnstar'. With a triumphant flourish Jamie ran her dagger into Sandi's left breast feeling her grunt and stiffen in death…the eyes froze fixed and dilated and she died with a sigh of relief. The entire chain reaction flowed from there and some had it figured that OGF traded a pawn for a shot at the Queen.
Crosshairs and T-wolf were brought in to bolster the team. They were veterans of many of the tough ops and personal favorites of the "Fearless Leader". So, naturally, to the staff they became Moose & Squirrel. Max and Julie wouldn't have found that humorous if they had known. Julie especially was a no-nonsense hardcase that found little in the way of entertaiment outside of killing. Her mountain-climbing background and short-cropped hair gave her a feminist tinge but it was said she would terminate or germinate with equal alacrity. …And it didn't matter really which sex the intended happened to be. It was rumored that she had bedded and deaded at least twelve victims of both persuasion.
Max was a bit more easy going, but fanatically loyal to the 'FORCE'. He also was an expert marksman and used the knife very well too. He worked a good clean hit and rarely left any trace of his passing. A perfectionist at his work he often found Julie a good match for his talents and disposition and they kept it on a professional level between them.
Hewritt Preston, codenamed HiPreist, was the man Marcus trusted to rear guard and driver, a mainstay that didn't know the meaning of quit he had backed out of many situations and covered the teams withdrawl…and he had the scars to show for it. As a field operative he was famous for his 'stone knife' interrogations…they could be excruciating and made more than one agent lose his cookies while attending a session.
Fenton was the outrider of the team…always on point he had a good nose for trouble and he could home in on a 'site' like a bloodhound. He was also fearless and loved to use silent weapons like a crossbow.
Fenrir, was the FNG. Well-known and liked by all, he just hadn't been with the team in action so OGF decided to use him as 'safety' in case the opposition made an end run.
Marcus was the team leader. And although he didn't look the part, he was great at dealing with people. He had a way of putting both colleagues and opponents at ease with his easy manner. What Dawnstar had seen in him was anybody's guess, he sure didn't look like no Romeo to quote a certain friendly source.
Somehow, though she had been attracted to him. She was whisked around Rota, Spain in fine fashion. After a whirlwind affair, he was in a gentle embrace with her and as they kissed he gently pressed an Astra 380 Constable into her hand. She blinked and stepped back. He told her that he knew who she was and what she did for a living. Her finger tightened on the trigger as he related to her that he too was an agent.
He then skillfully lied to say that he was on his own time and hadn't reported that he was in contact with her. He said this was because he wanted to make her a better offer.
"I'm sure you have had many men offer you their lives, but I'm offering you yours!"
"You know that u will only end up dead running the life that u live!" I think I can save you, pull you out of the fire! I want to be part of your life. I'm well aware of your preferences,but I feel something …and you do too! Looking at her askew with that little boy innocence he asked,"Don't you?" I can sit here all day and try and bullshit you, but I want you to know that you can walk away free! Just put a bullet in me and go back to your life. What I'm offering is the chance to breath easy and relax for the first time in your adult life. You can continue your lifestyle as you please, I just want to be able to see you when I come in from the field. I have an estate in Florida on a small island in the Gulf, I think you'll like it there. I can get you into the system and then we can travel together under a new name. I want to show the other side of the coin! You need to know what you have missed.
It was really a fumbling corny speech but it struck something in her, maybe it was the way he said it, or maybe she had been looking for the chance to lighten her load. After she made the commitment, there would be no turning back…and she needed someone to help her get out or she would be totally open and alone, hunted like an animal till they ran her to ground. Her only hope was to make a clean break and throw herself into the ocean clinging to this lifeboat. She was tired the blood on her hands was wearing her conscience. This could be her only hope.
Bridgette said, " Why didn't you just shoot me when you had the chance and be done with me?" throwing the gun back to him, he caught it and looked deeply in thought. I first meant to, but I had to 'have' u just once first if I could, when it happened…you made it worth my while to find a way to save you and believe me…I had the incentive!
She smiled and took his arm. As they walked her face clouded, you took an awful chance that I wouldn't use that gun!
Popping the magazine from the gunbutt he exposed an empty clip, "I'm confident, and I have faith in my ability to read people, but I ain't that arrogant!"
She stared at his furrowed brow and her lips went from an incredulous gape to a titter of laughter...they guffawed all the way down the winding avenue.
Bridgette swore that she would make her break and be back at the airport that evening. He was tempted to follow her and try to ace her partner at the time but he would need backup for that and he didn't have any that he could get into position to take'em out that fast. He thought that he had better nurture the relationship and reel this fish in while he could…going for two-in-the-bush could lose him both of them and upset the whole applecart.
He played it safe.
He gave her some line and reeled her back…she jumped right in the boat.
Maybe he was being safe...or maybe he really felt something for this girl, something very unprofessional. It was a feeling he was unacquainted with but he felt butterflies in his gut when she was near him, and the sight of her swaying down the sidewalk in those silk scarffy-looking skirts with her bikini top above it in her stockings and heels made him immediately hard. And to boot she was a demon in bed.
The thoughts and memories they had made together swirled in his brain like candle flies around a light bulb. Dark gray wings with splotches of color, pervading his thoughts and distracting his concentration. OGF had talked her into acting as bait in exhange for getting her the travel identification she wanted. She had agreed and allowed them to move her from the relative seclusion of the Little Island in the gulf to an old Plantation house in Georgia outside of Atlanta. She had tired of the isolation and no matter how many playmates he brought her, Bridgette longed for the danger again. They had tried all sorts of experimental sexual games to keep the life spicy, but she was a bird in a cage.
She jumped at this chance almost as readily as she had jumped into his bed. Now he hoped she just survived the ordeal.
HP and Fenrir took the 'bus' to the blocking position off the avenue. The Moose & Squirrel took up the southside. Max and Julie were dressed in swat garb Max wore a belaclava but Julie shunned it on this hot Georgia night. Fenton took the east, Marcus the west, and the north was convered by the inside girls, Holly, Juli, and Suzanne. The vigil had been a long one.
This was the fourth night.
Biz in a roving LOH chopper spotted movement on the grounds with DLIR equipment mounted on his chopper. The downlooking infrared could see heat but not distinguish friend or foe. He called in the contact about the time Jamie made the foyer. By the time Holly didn't report in the TEAM was already in motion.
Fenton spotted the body in the pool and carefully pulled it over to the edge to see who it was.
A groan issued over his mike…Godammit! It's Juli,..shit, she never had a chance!
He grimaced and scanned wildly for movement…he caught some in the bushes just south of his position. It was wild shot but it drove through the darkness to hit home.
KK felt the bolt hit her with sledgehammer impact. The bolt glanced off the rifle's scope slung over her back and slammed her face first into the ground…her silenced MP10 making a muffled rattle as she accidentally discharged some rounds.
The noise even silenced was noticeable. Julie was first on the scene.
Inside, Jamie had crept to the lavish 'rompus' room where the marble floors had a succession of papasan wicker back chairs and lounge furniture. Moonlight shone through the overhead skylights that formed the whole roof of the idyllic tropical setting. Potted ferns and even a banana tree in a inset floor pot surrounded an artificial waterfall.
There they were, Suzie was lying back in the pillowed papasan chair and Bridgette was ministering to her sexually. Suzanne arched her golden tanned breasts as Bridgette lustily lapped at her clit. She moaned deeply, eyes closed and her huge mounds swelled with air as she inhaled deeply. She tensed and held that arched attitude brow furrowed in concentration as Bridgette drove her over the edge with her tongue. Suzie's eyes were squinted tight shut as she came and her hips thrust into Dawnstar as Bridgette nipped her clit causing her to jump with the shock of stimulation, her thighs clamped on Bridgette's head covering her ears as she jerked and came uncontrollably.
Make it a cum to remember honey, It's your last! Jamie pointed the silenced 380 at Suzie's huge mounds and plopped three rounds rounds quickly in succession.
Suzies eyes popped wide with the impact of the first round…her lips forming an "O". She managed to mouth the word 'no' as she accepted the next two shots in the general center of her chest and left breast. Blood gushed and her eyes flared with each successive hit. Dawnstar was oblivious to this her ears were covered and she mistook the jerks for passion spasms…as Suzie was cumming a gushing stream.
Only when Suzie's eyes relaxed and her body slumped did Bridgette get the first inkling that something was wrong! Blood ran onto her lips and almost the same time she tasted urine as Suzie released her bladder….
She sputtered up to see the triangle of holes in her lover's breasts. Suzanne's pink lipped face staring down at her with a sleepy stare,…those crystal blue eyes so beautiful….!She knew death when she saw it. Grasping a dagger from under the pillowed chair she whirled to face Jamie. Jamie snapped off a shot…but all she heard was a click!
Quickly she reached for her commando dagger and Bridgette charged her. Everything was in slow motion, time seemed suspended for a few seconds. Bridgette was wearing a bikini bottom t-back thong with her hair pulled back in two braids confining her lustrous shiny black hair as it flowed away from her face. Her firm breasts seemed to work up and down as her high-heeled sandals tried to propel her across the marbled floor. Her eyes were dark and shiny under her gray eye shadow that set off the red gleam of her wet lips. She was a sight to behold in her righteous fury. A Gerber dagger gleamed dully in her right hand. The satin stainless both beautiful and deadly, as was the weilder. Jamie dropped the gun and reached for Bridgette's forearm. Bridgette came overhand for a stab at Jamie's chest. The two of them were carried over backward by the force of Dawnstar's rush.They rolled on the cold marble trying to grapple for advantage.
Outside, Kelly was trying to rise when she felt the pain. She had an arrow in her back. It wasn't deep, deflected by the riflescope, but it hurt when she tried to move. She gritted her teeth and forced herself up.
Dancer burst through the manor gates as the startled Fenrir was just about to pull forward and block the entrance. HP yelled at him to get his ass in gear. Instead of blocking the gate with the big SUV he turned after the fleeing Suburban in a reflex action. With Hp growling and yelling they sped after Richard.
Dancer, seeing that he was being pursued hit a release that was a dump bin beneath the truck. The bin dumped small grenade-like bomblets that exploded on contact with the tires of a pursuing car or detonated within 10 seconds to create confusion, they did both!
HP felt the K5 Blazer heel over as the tires blew out…Fenrir fought for control and did a magnificent job of keeping the truck upright. The two slid to a halt in the flowerbed by the west lawn. They piled out and grabbed their weapons and took cover behind the SUV just as the bomblets cooked off. The racket was horrendous.
KK heard the bomblets go off and tried to stand erect, Julie confronted her and Kelly went for her MP10 Julie ripped her across the chest with a burst from her MP5. Kelly reeled and fell. She was mortally wounded and making rasping rattling gasps when Julie approached to finish her.
Just as she was about to pull the trigger she saw Max pop up out of the darkness. She turned and almost shot him but at last caught sight of his outfit and recognized him. They were frozen there when Dancer came roaring up and did a 4-wheel drift to a stop just at the edge of the grass. They turned to face this new threat and sprayed the armored vehicle with 9mm fusillades. They didn't notice the figure running up behind them and were taken in the back by a 10mm burst that put them both down. At a dead run, PNK grabbed KK and threw her gasping body in the back of the Suburban and dove in atop her. Richard floored the gas and they threw dirt and asphalt to the heavens as they tore off. The huge engine revved to the redline as PNK worked to plug the holes in KK's chest. She was rasping short pants and bleeding like a stuck pig. Her eyes fixed and dilated, she made a noise like uhh uhh uhh uhhhuh uhh uhh u…….then her huge breasts cllapsed under his hands even as he worked to staunch the blood flow, her eyes, visible in a patch of light from the driveway lamps, wide and fixed suddenly drooped to drunken slits as her lips gaped and dribbled red froth. A couple of surges of blood from her wounds and she slumped completely…very dead!
Shit! He said.
No time for that! Gimme some cover fire! Dancer yelled.
They came abreast of HP and Fenrir as they were just recovering from the bomblets.
The black Truck flew by in a roar of anger and all they could do was throw a few sprays of 9mms at it and call for the LOH to try and keep it in sight. Biz responded but he was out of position at the time of the attack and didn't get to the truck till after the escape was made.
Meanwhile, Gemstone had been approaching the house from the west and was concentrating on events inside that were surely going on when the explosions caught her by surprise. She reacted and the movement was caught by Inndeskies. Marcus moved to her rear and while she resumed her progress took her from behind.Pulling her backward with a hand over her lips she managed a muffled 'ullpp!' as the Randle knife Marcus used slid under her left tit and bit into her heart…as softer 'ugh!' was the sound he received when her stabbed again under her breatbone. The smaller woman was rigid in his arms as he felt her ass vibrate tensely against his crotch. Damn, the times his libido decided to complicate matters. He slipped one hand around her trembling breast and squeezed, hating his gothic tendencies. Then he placed his lips on hers as she sighed her last and kissed her passionately. Jenny was very pretty, it was a shame.
Inside, Jamie heard the explosions too…and rightly surmised that her time was short. She rolled on top of Dawnstar and made a desperate effort to break her defenses. Bridgette's arm gave way and her hand slid up Jamie's bicep…that allowed the dagger to reach her chest. The point edged in and Jamie saw the shock in Bridgette's eyesdeeper and deeper it sank and Jamie felt Dawnstar's fingers rake her arm as she held Bridgette's dagger at bay. Her beautiful features were contorted in pain…and Jamie realized that her fantasy was coming true. Almost as predicted Bridgette's face went through a series of changes running the gamut from pain to horror. Jamie felt her finger twitching on her upper arm…and her nails dig in as she forced the dagger into her chest and finally her heart. Bridgette suddenly collapsed and Jamie fell into her driving the dagger in to the hilt. As Bridgette's final breath caught in her throat, Jamie watched her head arch back and planted her lips firmly on Dawnstar's dying mouth. When she released the kiss Bridgette had a tinge of a smile that flitted across her relaxing features. Jamie felt her bladder release.
She got to her feet and grabbed her gun. She felt woozey from the fight and staggered a bit. Her arm ached from the raking that Bridgette's left hand had given her. She staggered outside the rear of the house and couldn't clear her head. Her co-ordination was bad and she lazily wandered in the direction of the backgate. Fenton saw her coming and was waiting for her with a drawn dagger. He would take this Femme Fatale with his blade, upclose and very personal.
Jamie knew now something was wrong!
Her arm ached, she couldn't see well and she was losing motor control. What the hell?
Then she realized, Bridgette's left hand, her ring hand! She had had the last laugh after all. She must've used a poisoned barb on that ring to assure her the fight would at least be a draw. Now she raggedly gasped as she had trouble drawing breath …she faltered and almost fell.
Arms caught her and she felt the bite of cold steel under her belly button. A wide-eyed grunt was all she could manage. She clutched at Fenton as he drove the blade in higher working up to her chest. She clutched reflexively not even really aware of his blade. She could no longer breath at all. A terrible trembling began and she grabbed desperately on him as he drove the blade under her left breast and into her already seizing heart. She stared wild-eyed as she experienced the tumble into the abyss of darkness. Her body crumpled at his feet. Fenton kicked her over onto her back. Inside, they were counting the losses. Juli, Holly, Suzanne,….Bridgette….they had Jamie, and Jennifer, and a probable on the redhead that they hadn't identified yet. But they had nearly lost two more agents in Moose & Squirrel, Max and Julie had gotten sprayed with heavy caliber bullets but they had had body armor and Max was up and around already, Julie however, took a glancing blow behind the ear with a round and would be unconscious for a while…with a 'mother' of a head ache when she comes to.
Marcus stood over Bridgette's body. Dammit babe, I'm sorry it had to end this way…you know you're the first woman I ever felt anything for. Guess it'll be a while before I let that happen again. Reaching for her, he crushed her in his arms and held her for a second or two…or three than kissed her softly and laid her back. As her arm dropped to the floor, her hand flopped palm up and he noticed the ring looked funny. The design had a spring-loaded curved 'tooth' that popped out of the ring. It was coated with a tarry substance that made him think of crude curare made by the natives in South America. So, you evened the score after all didn't you babe? DAMMIT….Dammit!….dammit! I hope you're satisfied Bund !
I'm out of here!