Gi Joe Cold War

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(Set during the intense Cold War from 1945-1991, follows Allied operatives of the Top-Secret organization called Gi Joe trying to root out Communist influence around the world. Includes original characters and established ones.)

September 1951. The war in Korea is raging. With Communist China openly pushing 300,000 'Volunteers' into the war they've pushed back United Nations forces below the 38th Parallel, retook the South Korean capital, Seoul, and threatened to push them back to Pusan.

There was the debate of using nuclear weapons along the North Korean/ Chinese border to stem the tide of aid flowing south. That was denied not only from the obvious human and environmental damage it would cause, but the political backlash from Europe, China, and Russia.

New methods were needed to try and stem the tide. If aerial bombing wouldn't work, why not try to infiltrate the area and destroy the infrastructure like the Resistance did in World War II?

This is was a table of the highest generals and flag officers were debating at a Round Top Discussion at the Pentagon. Many of these generals had service during the previous Second World War II, but they were more traditional officers, large formations of aircraft, tanks, and men cutting swaths through Europe, Asia, and the Pacific.

Then there was General Colton. He knew how to fight in the shadows and during dirty tactics. He learned from British Commandos in Britain during the early years of the war before the United States became officially involved. He took what he learned to the Pacific where he led companies of American Rangers in the liberation of the Phillippines and Okinawa, at least officially. There were Classified operations on numerous islands, including one alleged mission where Rangers may have landed outside Tokyo to plant tracking devices on strategic sites before they were bombed by B-29s.

General Colton sat in deliberate silence as he listened to his posh generals debate the issue of what to do with China and how to reverse their fortunes in Korea. One Air Force general brought up carpet-bombing Pyongyang, the North Korean capital.

"At the risk of thousands of civilian lives?!" cried Vice Admiral Twain of the Navy. "A blockage of their ports will starve aid from China and Russia.

"Don't be daft!" Major General Benton of the Army cried. "Neither of those will work. What we need is more ground forces. 100,000 men!"

There were yells, threats, even some crumbled ball throwing between these 'gentlemen' before one of the Central Intelligence Agency's advisers, a man named Trent, looked across the table to see the composed General Colton sitting there with a smug grin on his face. When the old men finally ceased their yammering, advisor Trent asked, "General Colton, you've been strangely quiet. Do you have anything to suggest for this meeting?"

"I do" Colton spoke slowly. "I'm just waiting for a phone call."

His words confused the advisor. Colton said nothing else for another five or so minutes until one of Colton's aides, a female lieutenant entered the room, walked over to the General and whispered something into his ear and left.

"Something you case to tell the rest of us?" asked General Benton, his tone thick in sarcasm.

"I do," Colton nodded. "The Mao-Yalu River and the H35 pipline have been destroyed. Operations have been curtailed an estimated 6 months."

The field officers and gasped and looked at one another in confusion. None of them knew of any such operations. There were no troops or assets within 300 miles of that site. The bridge spanned the Yalu River, the northern border of North Korea and China. The H35 pipeline ran near it. It was a 12 inch diameter oil pipeline that ran from refineries in the Liaoning Province into North Korea. Rather than deal with small, vulnerable shipments of oil in trucks or ships, a pipeline was constructed that ran for 200 miles near Pongyang. The Allies knew the pipeline existed. They've tried many times to destroy it with airstrikes, but only succeeded in damaging it temporarily.

"How was this accomplished?" Adviser Trent asked General Colton.

"That's on a 'Need to Know Basis' Colton replied coldly. "But I know that what has been told here is the truth and you gentlemen need to rethink your strategy. Brute force is not going to win this fight."

The officers said nothing, just stared at Colton before Adviser Trent, disregarding Colton's words, refused to believe it, "We don't have operatives in China!"

"Right" General Colton nodded, "You don't have operatives in China."

The words struck Trent cold. He stared at the general for a second before lowering his eyes, unable to comprehend its meaning.

Around that same time at a Top Secret Facility that may be in Korea

A green painted Sikorsky H-19 Chickasaw hovered and carefully landed on a patch of hard clay outside some simple buildings on a naked capped hill surrounding by thick trees. Three people rapidly jumped off before the helicopter quickly lifted off into the darkening sky, leaving behind a whirl wind of dust and twigs.

The three people that jumped off silently lugged their gear towards one of the buildings. Halfway there they were greeted by one of the enlisted technicians working the facility. "How'd it go out there, Duke?" the tech smiled.

"As well as could be expected, Ripcord!" the blonde haired, blue eyed Duke happily replied back. "We nailed it!"

"That's what General Colton is hoping to hear," Ripcord replied. "He's waiting to hear from you." The two entered the closest hut that had the facility radio and landline phones, leaving Duke's two partners outside with the gear.

One of the other agents was a female redhead, a feisty and capable soldier named Scarlett. The operatives here all use only their code-names. Since their operations carried them behind enemy lines and in some off-limits areas, in case of capture or exposure, they were to not give their real names. They may be disavowed and executed as spies, but their organization was not to be exposed.

Scarlett gritted her teeth as she held Duke's ruck. Once more she was left outside in the growing cold while Duke got the glory and spoke with the General. She didn't like Duke, almost hated. He was a capable leader, but he loved the limelight and made a few questionable choices. Duke was a veteran of World War II, serving in the 1st Armored Division from North Africa all the way to the fall of Germany. It was alleged that he captured, tortured, and executed German prisoners, namely the infamous Waffen SS. She heard many stories, in one case he herded 10 Waffen SS officers into a hut, doused in gasoline and set it on fire. He then shot any of them trying to escape. Scarlett didn't know if it was true as different people would tell the same story yet inflate the number higher 10, 20, and in one case 50 Waffen SS!

What bothered her about it was, Duke never denied any of the stories. Sure in military it was common for service men to exaggerate their experiences, to bolster themselves and one-up their comrades.

For Scarlett, her service was relatively tame in comparison to others. She joined the Army as a typist before the War and then gradually moved up until she caught the eye of General Colton during one of his scouting missions for potential recruits for his growing Unit. When the war ended in Europe there was the face off with East Germany and Russia and the need for agents. General Colton struck up the idea of using female agents. He chose Scarlett because she was intelligence, capable, quick to adapt, and could speak multiple languages. She was recruited for the Unit, perhaps one of the first.

She did many missions with Duke and while it started off fine, she quickly learned to resent his callous nature. He often talked down to her and other female agents and many times tried to go beyond the mission perimeters for the sake of a 'cherry on top' as she called it. This mission to the bridge and H35 was no different. Duke tried to snag himself a North Korean officer as a prisoner to take back for interrogation.

Duke waited in some shrubs for the officer to come by where he planned to leap out, tackle, arrest and drag the officer back before anyone would notice. However, when Duke jumped from his cover, he found himself face to face with three armed North Koreans instead of a lonely officer. Armed with only a knife, Duke slashed at one prompting the third agent with them to open fire with a suppressed pistol, dropping the other two.

Fearing they've been exposed, and with no prisoner to show for this breach, Duke ordered the explosives to go off ahead of schedule and for the extraction to begin. For the next two days the agents hotfooted it to the west until they could find a safe spot near the coast where the helicopter plucked them out.

Scarlett knew that Duke would try something like that, hence why she tried to get rid of him by calling out his reckless nature to her superiors, only for her to be quietly hushed. Duke was a man that got results. They couldn't afford to lose him. Scarlett could leave, but she didn't want to leave the new people to be under Duke's influence. One of them being the third agent with them on this mission, a relatively new guy code-named Kid. Part of that was because of his name, Isaac Kidd. The other being his youthful looks.

Kid was 25 and served at the tail-end of World War II, just getting to Okinawa at the end of the campaign and being there for Japan's formal surrender. He didn't see any combat which built up a great deal of resentment. His father had served in World War I in the Army and came back with so many medals that his uniform sagged to one side. After the war, Kid continued to serve in the Army, hoping to get something and as luck would have it, he was recruited by General Colton just before the Korean War.

Since his arrival to the unit, both Duke and Scarlett have been fighting over potential recruits, much like two divorced parents fighting over their child. Duke was a man that promised action, glory, ever lasting fame. Something out of an Action Comics. He was also reckless, arrogant, bigoted and sexist.

Scarlett had more compassion. She was prudent, composed, and cared for the well being of her fellow agents. So much so that she would rather risk herself than let another agent come to harm, something was appreciated by her fellow agents, but not by Command.

 

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Vice Admiral Twain

“You are right, General Colton, I don’t have operatives in China.” Vice Admiral Twain stated correctly. But he did have an operative in North Korea.

“However, I do have operatives. I think some oversight of your operation would be prudent. Don’t you agree chairman?” The Admiral asked the chairman of the joint staff. The senior officer nodded in agreement with the Admiral after thinking about for a second.

“I’ll have my operative join your team.” The Admiral said quickly before General Colton could provide any counter argument. “She is one of my best operatives” He added with a sly smile on his face. General Colton knew right away, this operative was not the Admiral’s best, and was going to be trouble.

Lt Commander Viola “Toxic” Bailey

The secret Chinese airbase stood on banks of a small tributary which flowed lazily to the Ba-Do river in Korea. To reach this base, Toxic had been dropped off by submarine, swam ashore, hiked through the coastal mountain range. The mountain range and the war going on had made that no easy task, but what she had to do next was far worse.

She had found some high ground and was in a prone position among the trees and tall yellow grass. Through the scope of her custom 50 cal “noiseless” barrett sniper rifle she saw the 10 Chinese attack helicopters and the numerous Chinese soldiers walking around.

“Another fucking suicide mission” she grumbled to herself. She had been ordered to investigate the Chinese base. And if the investigation showed the base was a problem. She was to terminate the problem. All of course in secret.

She had watched their operations for a week now. The bottomline was these people were up to no good. This secret base was a threat to US Naval forces.

She pulled her eye away from the scope and adjusted her weapon. Her weapon was the “Ultimate expression of a high-powered small arm.” At least that was what the manual had stated. The rifle was designed to be a versatile. It used caseless ammunition technology to help reduce the recoil and noise. It featured an optical sight as an aiming aid.

She put her eye back up to the scope when she felt a pistol pressed to the back of her head.

“Your dead if you move” a man said in a Chinese accent. Toxic did not move.

“Get up” The man said.

“I thought you said not to move…” Toxic replied... but the humor was lost on the man.

“Now” He ordered. Toxic got up slowly and turned to face the man. He was a Chinese soldier. Toxic looked very different. She had on T-shirt, jeans, a ballcap and mirrored sunglasses. The t-shirt with a v neck and showed off her amazing cleavage. A hand gun strapped on her right thigh, and a combat knife on her belt.

“Put your weapons on the ground” The man ordered. Toxic bit her lip as she thought about her situation. “Damn it,” she thought. “I should have been more careful!!” She placed her rifle down, dropped her knife and hand gun on the ground. She got angrier and angrier with herself, she did not like to fail, and it sure looked like she was going too.

“Done” She informed the man.

“What are you hiding under that shirt?” the man asked.

“Nothing” Toxic replied.

“Too big” Man said pointing at her chest.

“I got big tits… I’m not hiding anything under my shirt” Toxic replied getting angrier.

“Take shirt off… show me” the man ordered in broken english.

“Pervert” Toxic grumbled as she pulled the shirt over her head. Her bra was stretched over her big tits.

“Off” the man said pointing to her bra.

Toxic smiled “Ok” she answered. She reached around behind her back and grabbed her throwing knife from the small of her back. She held the weapon as she used her other hand to unhooked her bra. As she released the bra, the man leaned forward to see what her tits would look like. She threw the knife as her bra fell away.

The knife sank into the man’s forehead and blood sprayed out. He fell to the ground dead.

“What an Asshole” Toxic said as she pulled her cloth back on and returned to her sniper rifle. A quick look through the scope told her what she already knew.

“This will not be pretty” Toxic said as she aimed her rifle at the gas tank of the first helicopter. The “exploding” sniper round entered the gas tank and the helicopter blew up. She aimed at the second helicopter and got the same results. She got 5 more helicopters before she stopped. It was like she had kicked dirt into an ant’s nest. There were soldiers running around everywhere.

She aimed her last round at the large airfield fuel tank near the airfield tower. She fired. The result was a much larger explosion and additional damage to the airfield tower.

“Mission complete” She said as she grabbed her equipment and weapons and disappeared into the trees.

 

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Scarlett and Kid dumped their gear in their hut, secured their weapons and ammo and went to the chow-hall for their first hot food in five days. As they sat with a metal tray of reconstituted food, Kidd was writing his report in one hand and eating with the other. After every field mission the agents were expected to give as detailed a report as possible, even going so far as to describe the uniforms their enemies were wearing and their weapons. "Why does the General want so many reports?" Kidd asked as he flicked his left wrist that was cramping from writing.

Sitting across from him was Scarlett, letting down her long red hair. Both were in need of a shower and a fresh set of uniforms. But hot food was too much to resist. Having been with the team only a short time, it was Scarlett that Kidd was often with, but he liked both her and Duke, but they couldn't stand each other.

Duke was 6'4" and built like a bunker with short cropped blonde hair, blue eyes, squared jaw, a scar on his right cheek from some action during World War II.

Scarlett was about 5'9 with long red hair, green eyes, and a nice figure that was hard to tell because she wore loose fatigues most of the time. Duke said once was so that people couldn't tell if she was really a woman. In one case, during a hand-to-hand session, Duke said to her "You would look prettier if you showed off some more skin," before slapping her chest. Scarlett then broke two of his fingers.

Seeing that, Kid knew that she wasn't someone to tease. Much to his surprise, she was real kind when Duke wasn't around. When Kidd first joined, she spoke to him for hours getting to know him and went to the range, using trigger time as bonding time.

Duke tried his own hand in bonding by doing PT with Kid. Often it was Duke telling adventures of his service and how he took down Nazis. Or talking about the women that he banged. Kid was young, at only 23, still impressionable. Then it would go on to about talking about Scarlett. Not so much her psychology, or understanding her and her tactics. "What do you think of her ass?" Duke would ask.

"I wouldn't know" Kidd would reply.

"Come on!" Duke jested. "What do you think of her chest? It's nice, right?"

Not sure if this was a test of his character, wherein Duke would go back and tell her of what he said. "I don't know" Kidd would reply.

"You don't like her ass, what are you, gay?" Duke would tease.

Coming back to reality was brought by Scarlett saying, "The General wants everyone's perspective," as she ate, putting aside her report for later. "Perhaps you saw something that Duke and I didn't."

Scoffing at this, Kidd dropped his hand, "I saw Duke nearly get popped in the head because of his little stunt."

"Yeah," Scarlett bit her lower lip, wanting to be more harsh in her words. "That's his way. One day it's going to bite him."

"Still though, it would have been good if he were able to snag that prisoner. I bet we could have gathered some good intel," Kidd said as he resumed writing.

"Maybe. Maybe not," Scarlett replied. "Having a prisoner wasn't in our mission parameters. If he did snag that prisoner, then we would have been burdened by him. It took us two days to get to the LZ. It may have taken longer if we had a prisoner. Remember, we were suppose to stake out the bridge for a few more hours before blowing it. Duke going off mission jeopardized us greatly. The Commies were quick to figure out where we were and chase after us. We got out of there because we were running down hill most of the way."

Her words struck Kidd cold. "Duke thinks that if he gets a prisoner that it will earn great rewards. It worked for him in the last war. Why wouldn't it work here? Don't be so rash as to charge into a situation," Scarlett said in a low tone. "Not every problem can be solved with brute strength. Duke makes it appear easy, but he's got so many scars on his body as proof that not every charge is successful."

Rolling her eyes, Scarlett scooted over to allow him to sit. After all, Duke was team leader. In her mind she thought, "The King has come to mingle with the commoners." Looking to her left with a jerk, she noticed he had a wide smile on his lips. Did the General give him a pat on the back? "What's the news?" she asked in a low tone.

Setting his tray down as he sat, Duke looked at Kid with a nod and then glanced over at Scarlett before stabbing a fork into a mound of mashed potatoes. "Colton sends his regards for a good OP. Word is, we got a new agent coming in on the next helicopter," Duke smiled.

"A new agent?" Scarlett furrowed an eyebrow, surprised at this. There had no warning of a new agent. "Know anything about him?"

"Naw," Duke said, shaking his head lightly. "I just know that they're from the Navy. Maybe UDT, or something like that. Either way, General is giving us 48 hours of down time to get reorganized and acquainted before we do our next mission."

 

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Scarlett

“A new team member” Scarlett said more to Kidd than to Duke. “That is exciting. It is important to make him feel welcome. I’ll get with the supply clerk and set up quarters for him, give him a base tour, show him where to stow his weapons”

Duke just gave Scarlett a dismissive hand wave, to stop her. “He can do that shit himself.”

Scarlett turned to Kidd now. “Everyone wants to feel welcome to a new group. By putting thought into their arrival, it makes them feel welcome and shows we are professionals. It is also good to talk to them about their background, goals, our priorities, and how operations work. This may save their and our lives in an operation. Everyone needs to discuss team norms together so that there’s no confusion about what we expect. Also getting their opinion is important. There is a small window of time when newcomers can share valuable insights as an “outsider,” to make our operations better. We need to take advantage of it. That is why General Colton gave us 48 hours to reorganized and get acquainted” Scarlett explained.

“Female bullshit.” Duke scoffed “I never did that in WW2. Recruits learn the ropes or died. It is how you weed the weak members out from the strong ones.”

Toxic

The cock in her mouth quivered in joy as Toxic felt his climax approaching. She wanted to hold him at this peak pleasure spot for a little while, so she slowed down on her sucking. He moaned like crazy, but she did not give him enough pleasure to cum. It was frustrating to him. He wanted to pump so much cum into her hungry mouth, she’d gag on it. But Toxic would not allow him to get that excited.

Toxic was being a naughty, little shit as she also wanted his cum too. But by delaying, he would produce a bigger load. Finally, after a minute of teasing him, she sucked on his mighty rod with fury. She felt the co-pilot’s pleasure peaking… and then she added her signature tongue licking to his sensitive cockhead. He erupted like a volcano in her mouth. His tip surged into her throat again and again, splatting red-hot jets of semen against the sides of her throat. She kept swallowing and sucking on his cock until he was completely drained.

Swallowing the last mouthful, Toxic got up from between his legs.

“MMMM, that was nice” She told him.

“I fucking LOVE female navy officers.” The co-pilot replied as he lay back and relaxed. The pilot of the Army helicopter added “I told you she knew how to suck cock!”

30 Minutes later

Lt Commander Viola “Toxic” Bailey arrived at the forward operating base. She walked towards the welcoming group of two men and a redheaded female. She smelled of smoke (cigars), alcohol (gin martinis), and sex. She scanned the group and was impressed. They seemed skilled. She was sure she was making a BAD first impression on them.

The leader was a big guy, blonde hair and blue eyes, muscles everywhere, handsome. She had heard of him. The guy went by the name of Duke. She was going to get in his pant quickly. She was sure, he’d be good in bed.

The younger man, she did not know. He was probably a spook. He probably worked for some three letter agency CIA, DIA, NSA, … some place like that. She’d need to keep an eye on him… maybe even have a little fun with him too. Best way to keep an eye on him.

Next to him was the very fit red haired female soldier. She must be Scarlett. She had a great record of successful missions. Toxic thought Scarlett would drive her nuts. She had heard that she went by the book and followed rules/orders. Toxic fucking hated people like that! Toxic reached the small welcoming group.

“Hi names Toxic, I’ll be joining you fuckers.” She said sticking out her hand to Duke.

 

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"Name's Scarlett" the redhead said, offering hand that Toxic shook after putting down her bad. She then introduced the two men beside her, "This is Duke and Kidd. Duke is the unit leader."

Duke had this smug grin on his face as he shook her hand firmly, his blue eyes falling down at her half covered breasts in her fatigues. He had the phase of, 'Yeah, I'm going to fuck that' look on his face.

Kid was composed and tried not to stare at Toxic's figure, but there was a tense, awkward moment where she could tell he was trying not to stare at her chest.

"How about you come with me," said Scarlett, "I'll show you to your quarters, you can secure your weapon, and we can meet later in the chow hall for some coffee." It wasn't really a request as she picked up Toxic's bag. Together the two women walked away.

"What do you think, Kid?" Duke asked as they watched the two women walk away.

"What do you mean?" his subordinate asked.

"You think she's easy?" Duke ribbed. "I bet she goes down like a submarine, easy and often."

"Oh, god" Kid groaned as his hands fell into his hands. He didn't want to hear such things, but they were always coming out of Duke's mouth.

For Scarlett, she could tell that Toxic loved to frolic. She reeked of sex, booze and smoke. But she wanted to make friends with her fast before Duke tried to stick his dipstick in her. That only came about through trust. The barracks for the female agents was a Quonset hut, a half cylinder aluminum structure with a door on either end. A 'Females Only' sign hung from it. "This is ours," said Scarlett as she opened the door and stepped in, flicking on the light switch to reveal a line of bunks. "This use to be a men's barracks, but when we started getting female agents, we took over. Pick a rack, they're all available. At the end of the room there are wall lockers. You can secure your rifle in there."

Being this close to Toxic, Scarlett was looking her over, sizing her up silently. Toxic had the qualities that most men would drool over, nice figure and seemingly open attitude in sexuality. Scarlett was deeply reserved about her sexual history. No one knew who she was if, if ever. Duke liked to imply that she was gay. Something that Scarlett deeply resented, saying, "He only says that because I wouldn't do him."

"The team we have here is a pretty good one," said Scarlett as she watched Toxic pick out a bunk and secure her weapon. "Duke's been in command for nearly a year. We get missions out of the blue, but we won't for awhile after we completed our last one. This will give us time to bond before we head out for our next one."

That was something Duke was continuing to say as he and Kidd waited for the women to join them. The whole time he couldn't keep his mouth shut, "You think that Scarlett will go down on her?" asked Duke.

Saying nothing whilst gripping his coffee mug tightly, Kidd wanted to tell him to shut up, but Duke was the unit leader. He couldn't disrespect him or else he'd be thrown out of the unit and forever shamed.

"I think Toxic's got bigger tits," Duke said as he stirred his coffee, "But I won't know that till I see them. Still, I think Scarlett's got a better ass, right?" taking a long sip as his eyes remained glued on Kidd for his reaction which was strangled red faced.

 

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Toxic and Scarlett

Toxic finished stowing her gear and pulled out a fresh uniform. Then she started to strip to go in the shower.

“Scarlett, thanks for the tour.” Toxic said as she pulled off her bra and her big breasts bounced out, firm and proud. “But let’s talk bluntly. Are you fucking Duke? Or Kidd?”

“No” Scarlett replied, surprised by her question.

“Good” Toxic said with a grin on her face.

“Toxic, it is hard enough getting these men to take us seriously. Fucking them only causes a bunch of problems. It destroys unit cohesion. It erodes trust. Can you do me a favor and not fuck either of them.” Scarlett asked Toxic nicely.

“My experience is as long as you fuck both of them… it strengthens cohesion and trust. But I’ll try to hold back on my urges.” Toxic replied. She pulled off her pants and panties and was now standing naked in front of Scarlett. Toxic was stunning.

“Let’s cut the crap. I’m here because I’m a fuck up. So I figure you all are fucked up too… or I’m here to screw up your unit. A little present from the Navy… to fuck over General Colton operatives.” Toxic reasoned.

“We are not fuck ups” Scarlett stated defensively

“Then you’d better get rid of me as quick as possible.” Toxic explained as she got in the shower and pulled the curtain. The water came on and Toxic gasped in shock.

“Take time for the hot water to kick in” Scarlett explained. Then she sat down and thought about what Toxic had said. Toxic was very different. Maybe like the hot water... Toxic would warm up after a while.

20 mins later

Toxic and Scarlett came into the mess hall, grabbed some coffee and joined Duke and Kidd. Scarlett sat next to Duke and across the table sat Toxic and Kidd.

“What is your background Toxic” Scarlett asked.

“Grew up in Seattle. At 18, I joined the Navy Women Accepted for Volunteer Emergency Service (WAVES) program. 1st year of the program, my hospital ship came under attack, from the Japanese. I grabbed a gun and defend the ship. Killed a bunch of them. I was sent to UDT school, became a frog-woman to help with the island hopping campaign. Was the youngest Lt Commander in the fleet a few years ago. But no promotions since then. I usually work alone.” Toxic explained.

“Skill are multiple languages, medical treatment, sniper, explosives, hand to hand, and swords.” Toxic stated, then added “Oh and I’m great in bed” Toxic said with a big smile on her face as she looked at Kidd and Duke.

 

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When Toxic was in the shower, Scarlett was looking herself over. She had always carried herself in a professional manner, never did anything to disgrace the uniform and kept her personal life, well, personal. Them Toxic rattled her with her questions and open nature about sexuality. She felt conflicted. Was she right in abstinence, or was Toxic in the bonds of fuckery? What Toxic couldn't see as she was showering, Scarlett was looking herself over in a full length mirror, running her hands over her uniform to see if she was pretty enough. Normally she forgoes makeup, revealing clothing, or of the like to maintain her professional appearance. Now Toxic was out with her ample cleavage...was she pretty enough?

When Scarlett first joined the unit, she was paired with Duke. She initially thought of him as attractive with his rigged good looks and Devil May Care attitude. After a few month, his real persona came out with his sexist comments, talking down to female subordinates and one case if him slapping her ass.

About a year or so later, Kid joined the unit. She could tell off the bat that he was attracted to her. But rather than let emotions get in the way, she took Kid under her wing. He shows great potential and didn't want him to become a sexual deviant.

At the Mess Hall

After Toxic explained her back story to the guys, there were two reactions, Kidd being stunned and Duke being unimpressed. Kidd had combat experience, but it was little compared to all the veterans around him. And he was stunned that one person could have done all that in the course of her life. She was near Audie Murphy levels of awesome.

Then there was Duke. Duke shook his head and sipped his scalding black coffee, showing no real reaction before flicking his blue eyes towards Scarlett and then the new girl. "Yeah, but can you work with other people?"

Scarlett couldn't help but scoff at that. Duke was seriously going to ask about working with groups when he himself can't work with groups? He was obviously going to drive at her and find a way to get her in the sack and Toxic seemed all the more eager. The only hope lay in stopping her from getting to Kidd and he was wide eyed, staring at her and her cleavage. Shaking gher head slight, the redhead would have to start acting like Toxic to gain their attention. Then she thought about being a fuck up. Was she? Certainly not! She has completed every dirty mission the General had asked for, never a complaint about how exhausting or foul it was. Even with Duke's antics, they've never failed. So why would Toxic suggestions they're fuck ups?

Maybe that lay in Duke and his eyes were focused on Toxic's melons that rested on the table as Duke said, "If we get paired together, are you willing to go the distance?" He asked of Toxic.

Kidd, meanwhile, was red faced from all the innuendos and couldn't keep eye contact with anyone.

Duke then poured himself some powdered creamer into his coffee them stirred it thoroughly. "How do you like your coffee, black or with sugar and some white cream?" Asking Toxic in innuendo if she liked her coffee like how she liked her men.

 

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Toxic

“I can work with others… usually threesomes or foursomes, but I’ve been known to preform well with a larger gang. I think my record is entire platoon.” Toxic replied to Duke’s accusation that she could not work well with others. She was of coarse talking about sexual partners. “As far as how I like my coffee… any color is good. I even like tea” Toxic said looking over to Scarlett. “Red rose is my favorite” She added licking her lips in a sexual, lusty way.

Then her face got serious. “I have been ordered to stay away from coffee and tea for a few days.” Toxic added as she pushed her coffee cup away. “So what about your backgrounds?” She asked looking at Scarlett.

Scarlett was still recovering from Toxic’s tea comment. It took a moment for her to clear her throat, then she explained. “I joined the Army as a typist before the War and then gradually moved up until General Colton found me. General Colton wanted female agents. He picked me because he said I was intelligent, capable, quick to adapt, and could speak multiple languages.”

“And what about you two?” Toxic asked looking at Duke and Kidd.

 

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...accidental double post

 

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Was she serious? An entire platoon! Kidd had a hard time looking at her and looking at her large uniform pillows, but she peered at him with her flirty eyes.

"I joined the Army at the tail end if the war and missed everything," Kidd said slow and lowly, somewhat ashamed of it. "I joined to see some action" holding on his last word as he noticed Toxic was still staring at him. "The General recruited me because I had talent" once more realizing that it was sounding more and more flirting. "I've been on a few missions so far here."

"He's done well, so far" Scarlett said reassuring.

Kidd smiled at her then took another sip on his coffee.

Duke was all the more ready to tell her all about his story. He could have gone on about his service with the 1st Armored Division from North Africa all the way to the fall of Germany. Instead, he wanted to top Toxic's...antics.

"My first time was a female fighter pilot..." Duke began.

"You sure it was a woman" jester Scarlett.

Staring at her for a moment, Duke continued, "Pretty little thing. She just arrived in country, spunky and petite. She and I went into the cockpit and she went down on me. She had a hard time getting her mouth around my cock..."

Scarlett started laughing.

"Shut up!" Duke roared, nearly dropping his coffee. "It happened..."

Flustered for a bit by Scarlett's heckling, he went right to the climax. "I jizzed on her face. She deserved it, that little snot. What about you, Scarlett? I bet you like it when a guy drops his load on your face," sneering.

"I prefer real men" the redhead smirked.

"What, like Kidd?" slapping Kidd on his arm, spilling some of the man's coffee onto the table. "I bet Kidd can fuck your ass."

"Uh, no" Kidd began to say. He liked Scarlett, but she was out of his game and watching these two fight was intense. Duke's red face almost matched Scarlett's red hair.

"Oh, come on, Kidd. I bet you can fuck Scarlett's ass if you just ask..."

"I think I'm going to go," Kidd stood up and nervously walked away, leaving the three agents at the table. He went to his room, the spartan environment with just a simple cot, a small desk and a wall locker. He sat down and was deeply puzzled about what he was going to do. Toxic's open sexual appetite was worrisome to him as she might try to have her way with him if cornered. Toxic was attractive, but Kidd wanted to save himself for someone, namely Scarlett. The situation could only be resolved with rubbing one out for now.

 

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Toxic

As Kidd excused himself and walked away Toxic said under her breath “I guess I’m not the only fucked up member of this team”. Then she got up and said to Duke. “You really do work well with others! I think I’ll be going too” Toxic said in a mocking way and walked out of the mess hall.

She was not headed back to her barracks. She headed over to the humble, blue-tarp shelter called “pojangmacha”. In the shelter, they served Korean food, each food type paired with a suggested matching alcohol. Toxic sat at the bar, alone.

“Some takbal (chicken feet) and your strongest gin” Toxic ordered.

“No gin… vodka” the Korean bartender said back to her.

“Ok Vodka… the whole bottle” Toxic ordered. The bartender smiled and nodded. Soon she was eating her chicken feet and drinking the vodka straight from the bottle.

“Maybe this place isn’t so fucking bad” Toxic said to herself as she finished her food, which was good, and pulled out one of her big fat cigars. She lit it and thought about her team members. Duke was a big, male chauvinist, pig. He patronized, disparaged, or otherwise denigrated all the women around him. Kidd seemed cool. Lacking in experience, but a good guy. Scarlett was a bit harder to read. But she knew Scarlett played by the book. Her thoughts were interrupted by statement made by a soldier standing behind her.

“A woman smoking a cigar… now that is not too lady like!” The soldier said to her

Toxic did not even turn around. “Neither is this” She said as she raised her middle finger.

“WHAT… YOU BITCH” The soldier said. Toxic could tell she was about to get hit. She ducked under the swing and got off her bar stool. She did a leg sweep to bring down the soldier. She jumped on him and gave him a powerful punch to the face. His head slammed against the floor.

But the guy was not out. Toxic could hear some of the soldier’s buddies yelling… She pinned him to the floor with her knees. She straddled him, and she felt his obvious erection through his uniform.

“Like my big tits… or do you like being dominated?” Toxic asked. The man underneath her gritted his teeth, he then rolled in an attempt to reverse the position. To his chagrin, Toxic kept the momentum of the roll going and remained in the upper position. His anger fueled by his embarrassment over his inability to control his erection seethed within him, and he decided to fight fire with fire.

“FUCK YOUR TITS” He growled. He reached up, and grabbed her big breasts. Squeezing hard, he growled between clenched teeth, "YOU CUNT!”

“FUCK YOU” Toxic said as she leaned forward. The cigar in her mouth was now on his forehead and she puffed it a few times. The soldier screamed as the cigar burned his face and he released her tits.

She got up and kicked him in the stomach knocking the wind from him. He was gasping for air.

“Loser” Toxic declared as she was grabbed from behind.

“NO BITCH DOES THAT TO MY FRIEND” The new fighter said. Toxic used a reverse head butt to smash the back of her head into the man’s face. But as she was free of him, two more guys tackled her to the ground. She was now fighting 4 men! This could get bad!!

 

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It was an unfair fight. Despite Toxic's skill, she couldn't hold her own. The four men were on her and not in a good way. The man whose head she bashed staggered over and hovered above her head, blood streaming freely from a broken nose. "You damn bitch!" spitting blood as he covered his mouth.

The man on Toxic's chest had her straddled, hands pinning her wrists to the floor. In the scuffle they had ripped her blouse a bit more, showing off her ample cleavage. "We got a fat one!" the man growled in delight, seeing her bosum. "How'd we get so lucky?" licking his laps with glee as the two other men gathered around, savoring the kill. What were they going to do to her? What a bunch of hungry men do when they see a woman for the first time in God knows how long, they were getting horny with them rubbing themselves over their pants.

This wasn't the way it was suppose to go.

A figure came into the mess hall, alone and paused to see the four hungry men, all undoing their flies as the man straddling Toxic leaned in to try and kiss her lips. She continued to struggle and bite, nearly clipping the tip of his nose. "OH! We got a live one!"

"I can see that, you shit!" growled the bleeding man. He wanted to shove his rod down her throat after he slapped her around a bit with his cock. "Move over and let me get some of that" kneeling beside her and fondling her chest with both hands. "I think these are bigger than Scarlett's!" he smiled.

"Is that so?" a voice called out to them. "Let me see!"

Those two goons standing near Toxic's feet spun about at the words in time to see a flash of fists coming towards their faces. One hit each is all that it took to knock them both down.

CRACK!

CRACK!

"Scarlett!" the bleeding man cried as he staggered onto his ass, scooting away.

The man holding Toxic down was delivered a soccer kick to the right side of his rib cage, giving off a satisfying crunch as three ribs were broken in one instance. "AH! GOD!" cried the man in pain, his lungs panging with each breath as he fell to the cold floor.

The figure of a fatigue wrapped Scarlett, her red hair tied in a ponytail behind her head, her face stern and green eyes leering at these jackals. Coming up to the gasping man, her right boot planted firmly into his ribs, breaking more of them. With her left hand she reached out, grasped the bleeding man by his collar and hoisted him to his feet. She was smaller than him, but possessed both muscle and athletic ability.

"Your face is as red as my hair" she smirked before cracking his jaw with a powerful left hook. Spun around and onto the floor, the man twitched several times before laying still, blood seeping from his wound. He wasn't dead, just out cold

That was all four of them. They lay around them, one moaning in agony and the others out cold. Scarlett turned and looked down at Toxic. Much to the newcomer's surprise, she offered Toxic her hand and helped her up. "Duke should've warned ya," she said, dusting off and buttoning up Toxic's ruffled uniform, taking just the briefest of glances at her chest. Maybe they were right, maybe they were bigger than hers. "These guys here are pretty rough. For the past six months, I've been the only woman on base. It's probably best we stay in pairs. Not for our safety, but for theirs. Boys will be boys. Pretty soon Duke will try to make a pass at you like he did with me the first chance we were alone. Don't worry, not all of them are like this."

As the two were talking, they didn't see one of the knocked out men suddenly come to and staggered to his feet, in his weak hand was a M3 trench knife.

"Head's up!" a man's voice called out. The two women twisted their heads in time to see Kidd hefting a chair past them that struck that man in the head, sprawling him onto the floor.

Smirking and flicking her head towards Kidd, "Some are like him, on time."

"You guys allright?" Kidd asked as he kicked the knife from the man's hand and picked it up. Ick. Not that good looking, the knife. Heavily nicked, rusted,not worth it. He'll chuck it into the water later. "I heard fighting."

"We're fine, Kid. Thanks," nodded Scarlett. "Toxic wasn't warned ahead of time by us about what goes on at this base when we're on stand down."

 

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Toxic

“Thanks” Toxic said to Scarlett, as the redhead helped her off the floor. As Scarlett talked another guy was about to attack, when Kidd took him down with a chair.

“Thanks” Toxic said to Kidd. The young man came over and helped Toxic walk on the opposite side Scarlett was helping. Toxic in pain, walked and joked “I’m in a Kidd-Scarlett sandwich! I love it” She said through her pain. Then she explained what happened.

“One of those guys was being rude… so I gave him the finger” Toxic explained as she grabbing the bottle of vodka off the bar. “A bit touchy… if you asked me.”

She looked at the bottle, “I guess I’ll be drink alone tonight… unless you two heroes want to join me?” She asked Kidd and Scarlett.

“Don’t you think you have had enough for tonight?” Scarlett asked.

“I’m using it for pain management.” Toxic explained.

North Korea

General Un Se-Yoon looked over his troops. They were extremely limited in some respects, as he depended upon the backs of animals. He did not have the truck and tanks the UN forces had. But this allowed his soldiers to move away from the roads and permitted his troops to fight anywhere they could walk.

Their job would be to get behind the enemy lines cut the road or block them to cut off supplies to the UN forces on the front. It would also be useful in cutting off escape routes for the UN forces. His attack would happen at night, so the UN airforce would not be a factor.

“We sneak through these mountains tonight and assemble here.” General Un Se-Yoon said pointing at the map. The spot he picked just happened to be the Top Secret Facility were Duke, Scarlett, Kidd, and Toxic were. General Se-Yoon colonels all nodded in agreement. “If successful, this will collapse the western front of the UN forces.” The general stated with confidence.

 

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"A bit unruly and a bit horny," Scarlett reluctantly admitted. Together the three of them left the chowhall and headed back to the women's barracks. When Toxic made the comment of drinking alone, the redhead smiled, "My father always said, never drink alone. I got a bottle of single malt Scotch in my footlocker. How about we open it up and share it?" flicking her eyes towards Kidd, giving him an inviting smile.

"Sounds good to me!" he chirped.

Going back to the Quansit hut, Scarlett opened her footlocker and removed a cloth wrapped bottle and fished out two small crystal glasses. Kidd found a table and some seats for the three of them. Placing the glasses onto the simple, flimsy, table, Scarlett read the label, "Red Label, 1877, Single Malt, made in Scotland from a 500 year old recipe."

"Sounds exotic" smiled Kidd.

"Indeed," nodded Scarlett as she popped the top. "My father gave this to me when I earned my commission. It's his favorite, only to be consumed at special times, times of life, times of death, and everything in between." Being considerate, she filled Toxic's glass first before filling up Kidd's, just enough to wet the tongue.

Having never consumed Scotch before, Kidd picked up the glass, gave a cheers to Toxic before dropping the whole thing at once down his throat. It burned! He sputtered and cough. "AH! IT BURNS!' coughing hard. Scarlett and Toxic couldn't help but laugh at him.

North Korea

The soldiers, the 'volunteers' were worn out, but kept going. They were using animals and were animals, going on for days at a time in hard marching with nothing but scraps of food and sips of water. They were fueled by anger and by the Communist doctrine. They were also driven by the commissars behind them that threatened to shoot anyone that fell out of ranks. Nothing was spared at the cost of victory to drive the UN 'capitalist dogs' from the peninsula.

Sneaking their way through the mountains at night, no lights, no guides other than one man feeling his way through goat paths or simply blazing their own trail. It was hard going. In the darkness several men and women lost their footing and fell down cliff faces. There was no time to mourn them. General Se-Yoon would stop at nothing to reach the rendezvous before sunrise, less they fall prey to the air power of the United Nations.

Pausing on the side of the road to get his bearings, the old general, who had fought the Chinese, Japanese, and Russians for the past thirty years, sighed as he looked up at the crystal clear sky. He was near home. North Korea was his land. His home, where his wife and three children were waiting for him, just only thirty miles away to the south. He hoped they were still there and not among the throngs of refugees fleeing south.

 

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Toxic

1 hour after starting to drink Toxic was feeling better. The alcohol had raced into her brain. It slows down the chemicals and pathways that her brain cells used to send messages. That alters her mood, slows her reflexes, and threw off her balance. She was feeling no inhibitions and she wanted more to drink.

“Kidd and Scarlett let’s fuck!” She suggested. “I know you gave me an order not to fuck anybody… but can’t we break it tonight?” Toxic begged Scarlett. “PLEASEEEEE I need to lick some PUSSY and suck some COCK!”

Before Scarlett could answer, Toxic stood up. The alcohol had done one more thing to her. It turned off the hormone that keeps her kidneys from making too much urine. Toxic had to pee.

“Think about fucking… while I pee!” Toxic said. She walked out the back door to her barracks. She was soo drunk, she forgot where the bathroom was.

She realized her mistake but kept walking. “Fuck it” She said and walked over to the fence line near a bush, pulled open her pants and squatted. She started peeing… that was when she saw a man with a knife looking at her.

“Well… are you going kill me… or let me finish peeing?” Toxic asked.

The man did not move, he was going to let her finish peeing. Toxic finished, stood up and pulled her pants up. She opened her arms, in a defenseless pose.

“I’m done, you can kill me now” Toxic said. The man came at her with the knife. Toxic grabbed the knife, kicked him in the balls and when he released the knife, slit his throat with it.

“HEYYYYY, THERE ARE COMMIES ATTACKING THE BASE!!!! RED ALERT!!! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK” Toxic screamed at the top of her lungs and she had really BIG lungs.

 

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Kidd was flummoxed by Toxic's open attitude, wanting to go down on both himself and Scarlett, the latter of whom merely smirked figuring that it was the whiskey talking. When Toxic staggered out, did her business, then began screaming that the base was under attack, the two of them ran out of the hut in time to see North Koreans scaling the fence as a massive wave.

The guard towers turned on their search lights and illuminated the area showing a literal sea of people heading right towards them. The alarm was raised and the garrison came out of their huts with their weapons ready to take them on the protocol was put in place against such measures.

Scarlett had broken open the lockers and fetched both hers and Toxic's weapons. There was nothing for Kid to use. "Kid, get to the armory and get whatever weapons and ammo you can. Meet us over at the mortar pit," pointing towards a dugout some fifty yards away. Nodding to her, Kid ran as fast as he could.

"Toxic!" cried Scarlett, throwing her weapons over as Toxic came running back. Taking her rifle, an M1 Garand, Scarlett slammed an 8-round clip and fired off all eight shots in less than 3 seconds, dropping two men running towards her armed with nothing more than sticks. She became a one-man army, racking rounds and spinning like a top, dropping men left and right as Toxic came to join her.

Kid ran into the armory as several men were doing the same, grabbing anything that would shoot. Most were not infantry, they were technicians, mechanics, rear-echelon personnel. They were going to defend the base as best they could while reinforcements were being sent their way as well as evacuate people. The only helicopter left on the base was hit by a mortar round and destroyed mere moments after Toxic raised the alarm. They were stuck there.

Coming back, Kid slid into the mortar pit with an M2 carbine and several banana magazines. The weapon could be rocked on full-auto. Now it was needed as the fence came down and a flood of Communists rushed in wards.

 

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Toxic

Toxic caught her gun thrown to her by Scarlett.

“Thanks” The blonde, busty, Lt Commander said as she brought the gun to her shoulder and started to squeeze off rounds. But Toxic was drunk, and her aim was flawed. For a woman that was the best sniper in the navy this made her very mad.

“CRAP!” She screamed at her third miss. The situation in the camp was getting worse. The North Korean were starting to overwhelm the base defenders. Not where the Scarlett, Kidd, and Toxic were… but other locations to their left and right. If something was not done soon, they’d be flanked by breaches in those areas. Toxic might have sensed this, but all she was thinking about was her poor aim.

“FUCK IT” she yelled as she threw down her weapon. She looked for something better to fight with. She found it. She ran and jumped in an M20 Armored Utility Vehicle. She turned the engine on and rammed it into first gear.

The armored 6x6 got up to speed as Toxic yelled for Scarlett to jump in. Scarlett jump up and climbed into the .50 cal browning machine gun turret. The M20 was intended as a command and reconnaissance vehicle so the .50 cal. machine gun was provided on a ring mount. Scarlett could shoot in any direction.

She was careful and quick, using the machine gun in short bursts. She knew there would be no time to reload the machine gun so she was careful with her ammo.

Toxic, meanwhile, was using the vehicle as her weapon. She was just running over attackers. The tactic was effective. It was night, the attackers were lightly armed and the vehicle was moving at 30 miles/hour. There is nothing more scary than a drunk woman at the wheel of a 20 ton armored vehicle. Soon the left and right breaches were closed as Toxic and Scarlett blunted the North Korean attacks.

 

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"What the devil!" cried one of men next to Kidd as they witnessed the M20 doing donuts around the perimeter, Scarlett rattling away with the .50 cal with a broad smile on her face as her crimson hair whipped behind her.

The reckless nature of the counter attack was having its desired effect as North Koreans were either scattering or being crunched under the tires of the armored vehicle.

A shout caught Kidd's attention outside their dugout. A North Korean heavy machine gun team was setting up aiming to take out the M20. A tripod's teeth were slammed into the ground followed by the weapon itself. "Shit" Kidd huffed watching them. Looking at his feet, there were several 60mm mortars that were in their cardboard tubes. Taking one of them out, he pulled the arming pin and slammed the base against a rock and hurled it at the crew who were oblivious at his presence. The bomb's nose struck the ground directly underneath the weapon, a perfect throw, and exploded, spewing shrapnel in every direction and flinging the crew around. The flash marked where they were. Now were five men writhing in agony and their weapon destroyed.

More North Koreans came and Kidd took to throwing more of the mortar bombs as the crew behind him began popping flares to illuminate the area, showing the glowing eyes of hundreds of North Koreans still waiting for their turn to enter the small base, yet those in front were being defeated by the small garrison.

"How is this possible?!" fumed General Se-Yoon as he watched from a nearby ledge. "I have thousands and they have a few dozen. Our men aren't enough?!"

For Duke, he was also making his one-man stand. Caught in the open and armed only with a .45, he saw several North Koreans infiltrating the perimeter aiming to get the radio shack. Charging towards him, he capped off the seven rounds in his pistol and dropped one. When the receiver locked to the rear, he threw the pistol at a second Commie before tackling a third. He loved hand-to-hand combat. He loved to look into the eyes of his opponent before he crushed them. It made him hard knowing he was overpowering someone. In this case it was a North Korean that he threw into the hardened wall of the radio shack, cracking his skull with a sickening thud.

 

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Duke

The “bang” on the side of the radio shack caused the lone soldier to open the door and peek out. He saw Duke fighting 3 North Koreans hand to hand. Duke was holding his own. But the soldier pulled out his colt .45 and shot one of the Korean’s in the back. The other two now worried about the soldier with the gun and Duke. That was enough to tip the scales, to Duke, who quickly took them down.

“Call in an airstrike on the base. That will stop this attack” Duke ordered.

“But it is night” The soldier countered and Duke started to head over to him and make the call himself.

“Got it… I call in the strike” The soldier told him and closed the shack door.

15 minutes later

The newly independent United States Air Force had F-86 Sabre jets and B-29 Superfortresses in Korea, but for a night, air to ground, mission the World War II-era prop-driven P-51D Mustangs were the right choice. 12 of the fighters in a tight formation used the flares over the battlefield to strafe enemy positions. They also dropped bombs and fired zuni rockets. Only because of luck and the skill of the pilots were there no cases of america soldiers being killed by friendly fire.

The air attacks ripped through the North Korean forces. General Se-Yoon watched in horror. He had vowed, he would stop at nothing to reach the rendezvous point, less they fall prey to the air power. The air power made him break his vow.

“Call for a retreat.” He told his aid. The aid was shocked, but nodded and ran to tell the forces to pull back.

Toxic and Scarlett

The two women made it back to camp as the enemy forces withdrew. Scarlett’s gun was glowing hot from the use. The M20 front bumper was covered in blood.

“I hope you enjoyed that night tour of the Korean country side” Toxic said to Scarlett.

“It was lovely! But so bumpy” Scarlett commented.

“Yes… I think I hit a few donkey cavities or were they assholes, hard to tell at night” Toxic joked. “Well, time to head back to the barracks and finish drinking and fucking” Toxic suggested.

The report on the battle to HQ stated Duke's call for air strikes saved the base. There was no mention of Toxic's, Scarlett's or Kidd's role in the battle.

 

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"I'm certainly up for one of those" mused Scarlett as she watched Kidd pick himself out of the hole he was in. With a smile and a nod, she waved him over to join her and Toxic back in the hut as the small garrison took stock of their situation. No doubt the integrity of the base was compromised, despite the heavy losses inflicted on the North Koreans. Soon they would send more men and maybe heavier stuff like tanks. That would mean an evacuation of the base. That would have to come in the morning when helicopters could land and extract them. Meantime, the enemy dead would have to be harvested for intel, weapons gathered and destroyed and be weary of another attack.

General Se-Yoon and his retreating forces were harried for several miles by the F-51s that set fire to supplies on the sides of the trails, illuminating the retreating columns for additional strafing runs. It was impossible right now to calculate their losses. The General assumed that over half his men were now dead or missing. His commanders would not tolerate failure. He could plead with them that his forces were stacked against them with the American air-power being almost invincible while they on the ground had little more than the clothes on their backs and, maybe, a rifle. That was irrelevant to victory. It was all but certain that he would be summoned to speak with Command and be expected to sacrifice his life in the service of the State. Best to die a hero than admit to failure.

Scarlett, Toxic, and Kidd

"You did good, Kid. Real good" nodded Scarlett as they walked into the hut that had surprisingly escaped damage during the onslaught. "How does it feel now that you've seen some action?"

"To be honest" Kid said trembling. "I feel really invigorated," smirking. That was the adrenalin coarsing through his veins. Eventually it would bleed out and he'll start to feel cold and tremble some more. Then the memories of what happened, before all but blurs, come back into focus. He was in actual combat, fighting to stay alive along with his comrades. He vividly remembered seeing the M20 spinning around and around in the dirt, grinding North Koreans to dust while Scarlett fired wildly with the M2. Then there was himself, heaving mortar rounds at oncoming Commies like was a pitcher. He must have thrown thirty or so bombs. He lost count as his two comrades kept feeding him more. Each time one was thrown, it would strike the ground-or some unfortunate soul-explode and right behind them would be even more Commies.

"Well, for your first time, you did great!" Scarlett said as she clapped a hand on his shoulder.

"That's rare, you know," Toxic giggled. "Usually a guy explodes a little early during his first time."

Duke

In the distance there was the work of the F-51s going to work on the retreating columns. The fires were still smoldering in base and Duke was already hard at work heaping praise upon himself. To call strikes on himself was an act of extreme desperate nature, one that would garner a medal or two. Duke didn't care about medals, and he most certainly didn't care about some of the people on the base. All he cared about was getting some hot Army girl to sit on his cock.

 

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Toxic

For all of Toxic’s tough talk, when she got back to the barracks, she was asleep within a minute. Her body needed to rest. She had a long flight to the base, the stress of meeting the new team, the heavy drinking, the fight in the bar, and then a battle during the night. It was only logical. She was up the next morning and she felt like shit.

She headed to the mess hall which was damaged. She asked about coffee and a soldier pointed to the Korean bar she was at the night before. She was there sipping on a bad cup of coffee when Scarlett walked in. She sat down and joined Toxic.

“You drink that shit?” Scarlett ask her. “You are braver than I thought” She joked.

“Yep” Toxic said shrugging “Good fire fight last night. Thanks for the assist on the M-20.”

“Don’t mention it. Good idea, by the way.” Scarlett complimented her back.

Toxic shrugged again. That was when Duke walked into the bar with two beautiful Korean girls, one under each arm. The girls were show-stopping good looking, with a surplus of charisma and a can-do attitude! In other words, they were escorts.

Duke smiled at Toxic and Scarlett “Meet Ping and Pong” He said introducing the two girls. “They got to taste my American meat last night!” He bragged.

“This is not helping my hangover” Toxic grumbled and rubbed her head.

“A good hard fuck from me would clear your head” Duke stated to Toxic

“I think I’ll stick with the bad coffee” Toxic answered.

“Well, don’t get too comfortable. We are moving out.” Duke announced.

“What?” Scarlett asked surprised

“New orders. We are headed to the middle east after they pin a few medals on me for my heroics from last night. That was why I needed to experience some Korean Pussy. Last chance before we move out.” Duke pointed out in his arrogant way.

Both Scarlett and Toxic were too surprised about the sudden orders for them to move to the middle east to say anything back to Duke.

“Have you seen Kidd?" Duke asked "He might want my sloppy seconds before we go” Duke turn his head, looking around for Kidd.

 

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As worn out as Kidd was, he still remained upright. His eyes widened when he saw the beautiful Korean women under Duke's arm. At his beckoning he let them go forward. They were nice and petite, long black hair and shapely figures. "GI, yes!" they said as they tried to reach for the Kid, only for him to sheepishly step back with his hand up at chest level, "No! Sorry! No, thanks!" before jogging into the Quanset hut with his red face. The girls looked at each other rather baffled before they went back into Duke's manly embrace.

"We're going to be evacuated in the morning," Duke nodded. "Pack your shit and be ready to go. Whatever is not packed is going to be destroyed," leering at Toxic for an extra long second. He left.

Scarlett smirked and shook his head at Toxic, "C'mon. Let's go polish off that bottle. My shit is always ready to go. I only have my duffle." When walking into the hut, they saw that Kidd had uprighted the table and collected the bottle and the glasses. They were not damaged in the onslaught, "The Good Lord smiles on us" mused Scarlett as she sat down. As she parked her shapely backside onto her seat, patting the empty one to summon Toxic on over. When the blonde sat, Scarlett poured a shot's worth of the liquid before capping the bottle and holding her glass. "So, our next op is the Middle-East" she said, taking a sip. "What do you think it is, Iraq? Iran?"

"I don't know where any of those are at" Kidd reluctantly admitted, unable to look the women in the face.

"Without getting in too deep, they're British colonies, or were," said Scarlett after she finished her drink.

"I don't mind if someone gets a little too deep," Toxic chuckled largely towards herself.

"There's nothing going on there right now" Scarlett pointed out. "At least not yet. I'm thinking we're going in undercover. I'm thinking incognito."

 

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Toxic

Downed her shot glass. Then she looked over to Kidd.

“Hey, Kidd look at me” She asked Kidd, who was not making eye contact. Kidd looked up reluctantly.

“I don’t want you feeling bad about Duke’s shit or those Korean girls. You are handsome, smart, and sexy as hell. I’m on orders to cool it, but once those expire, I’m expecting you to ask me out on a date. Or maybe I’ll ask you.” Toxic said.

Kidd did not say anything back.

3 days later Tehran, Iran

"Miss? Miss, are you all right?" Toxic opened her eyes and winced against the bright lights shining from above. A shadow hung over her, shaped mostly like a man's head. A smooth, well-manicured hand reached down and caressed her forehead with cool fingers.

"I...I must have fainted," Toxic explained. Her fainting was part of the plan.

"You must have. Perhaps you could use a chair? And a drink?" The man leaning over her offered her his hand, and just slightly over-playing it, Toxic wobbled slightly as she stood up.

She was in an elegant aqua blue green halter top dress and high heels. She looked amazing and sophisticated. No one would have guessed she was a skilled combat veteran.

"A drink… yes” Toxic agreed with a naughty twinkle in her eye. She did her best to be proper and refined, but there were limits. She loved to drink! The man took her to a bar stool and she sat down. A champagne flute was in her hand in no time. She sipped at it.

The casino continued to operate all around her. The place was “posh” with rich burgundy curtains, tabletops, and tapestries highlighted every surface that wasn't polished the rich brown of mahogany. Dozens of immaculately-dressed men and women were throwing dice, flipping cards, and making wagers.

Looking toward the gentleman who had helped her to her feet, she realized he was a slightly older man. He was clearly of Iranian heritage. He worked for the President of Iran. But sitting there smiling at her, he looked like a panther. A panther that was licking his lips.

“I’m feeling much better now. Thank you… Mr…” Toxic said to the man.

“Nader Tajik” He said and kissed her hand.

“Miss Viola Banks” Toxic replied.

“It was my pleasure to assist you” Nader replied with a sexy smile.

Toxic noticed Kidd approaching in his classic Tuxedo. “Oh…. Here comes my brother” Toxic explained “let me introduce him”

 

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"Thomas, I'd like you to meet Nader Tajik. Mr Tajok, this is my brother, Thomas Banks" Smartly I approached, one hand holding a half empty champagne bottle. My right hand extended with a smile and I shook the stranger's hand.

"A pleasure to meet you, sir," Tajik nodded. "You have a lovely sister," nodding towards Toxic.

"Thank you, sir," I smiled. "I certainly hope my sister hasn't chewed your ear for too long. She can be quite the talker."

"Oh, most certainly not" Tajik chuckled. Toxic wasn't quite the talker, but certainly much the looker. When I stood there, Toxic-or Viola-sprung to my side and wrapped her left arm around my waist, keeping her close to me.

"What is it that you do, Mr. Tajik?" I asked.

"I'm on the President's staff as a humble aide. I go and do whatever it is his Excellency requests," Tajik replied rather proudly. "I'm happy to say that the President will be here tonight for this celebration. Tomorrow, he'll be attending a memorial service."

"Oh? For whom?" asked Viola, her fingers gripping my hip tightly that I could feel it through my jacket.

"For a dear friend of his," sighed Tajik. "I'm afraid that his Excellency has amassed many enemies. He's a friend of the people, but many of those that call themselves, how you would say-traditional-don't want to progress with the rest of the world."

His words hit me deep. There I was, a mere soldier just three days ago, now I was acting the part of an international spy. It was strange, as if the mold for me was incomplete. I had a hard time getting into this tux. It wasn't misshapen, it just wasn't something I've ever worn before. Scarlett had to help get me dressed as Toxic was past out somewhere. Keep a straight back, look at people, smile, and casual talk. Keep answers simple and to the point. Don't lose contact with Viola. The latter was the most difficult, she was drawing in a large number of men. The hope for us foreigners was, to get close enough to watch over the President of Iran. Word was an assassin or more were aiming to kill him within the next few days. Perhaps we could use Mr. Tajik to get close to him.

"Is the President here?" I inquired.

"Indeed he is!" the aide nodded. "But, he'll only be making a small appearance."

"I've always wanted to meet a president" smiled Viola as she sipped her glass, smile widening as she pressed her hips against me, a move that the aide noticed. I tried to laugh it off, but her grip was strong and I couldn't tear myself free without being obvious. Just endure it, I thought.


Scarlett and Duke

"I can't believe that son of a bitch set this up," grumbled Scarlett as she walked arm-in-arm with Duke into the party. Going undercover was fun if you had a good partner. Of all of them, she would rather go with Kidd or even Toxic. At least they respected her personal space. Ever since they landed in Iran, Duke was taking every chance to 'be in character' by acting the part of the husband, part of Texas oil barons.

Scarlett never liked getting into dresses. She was very much a tomboy growing up. Now she fit her tone figure into a dress that hiked up her large chest, exposing a bit of the top, her long red hair curled and twisted behind her head. She was the looker, perhaps on par with Toxic. Her round backside was constantly being grabbed by Duke as he tried to 'sell the ruse' as he called it. Scarlett wouldn't openly resist, but did issue a deadly warning, "Duke, I swear, when we're done with this, I'm going to kick your ass," Scarlett hissed between her teeth.

Viola and I were on the ground floor. Above us was a rounding balcony with ornate wood carvings of figures of Iranian history. Going up the stairs, Duke and Scarlett locked eyes on a couple that stood out, a tall and strapped man in a fine black tuxedo, his head bald, narrow eyes, smooth face with a glass in one hand and his arm around a fine European woman, thin and athletic wearing a black pencil dress, raven black hair and black framed glasses. As soon as Duke locked eyes on her, he was being reeled in.

"It's not often that one sees such beauty in this world" Duke smiled as he approached. The black haired woman chuckled, placing a hand to her chest.

"You flatter me, sir" her voice had a distinct East German accent.

"And who might you be?" asked the German woman's companion, his voice thick with a Scots accent which caught the two off guard.

"Name's Edward McMillan, of Midland, Texas" Duke extended his hand, which was accepted. "This fine woman is my wife, Rachel."

Being the gentleman, the Scots took Rachel's hand and kissed it. "My dear..." he whispered. "My name is Destro. At your service."

"Destro?" Rachel smirked. "That's not a name I've ever heard of."

 

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Toxic

Toxic listened as Kidd and Tajik talked about the president of Iran. She remembered her briefing she had on the subject. President Razmara was appointed by the Shah in 1950. He promoted a plan for decentralization of government together with infrastructure development and improvement. His idea was to bring government to the people; an unheard-of idea in Iran. He also began trimming the government payrolls, terminating nearly 400 high-placed officials. By so doing, Razmarra earned the wrath of the powerful land-owning and merchant families. There were many people that wanted him dead.

Toxic decided it was time to get the party started.

“Thomas or Mr Tajik…” Toxic started to say.

“Please call me Nader” The Presidents Aid interrupted and corrected her.

“Thomas or Nader, I want to blow on some dice! I’ve always wanted to play someone’s Lady Luck!” Toxic asked like a little girl all excited.

“It would be both our pleasures.” Nader agreed and grabbed Toxic other arm and guiding everyone to the crap’s table. Over the next hour, Toxic was indeed lucky for both Kidd and Mr. Tajik. There was a nice pile of chips in front of both of them.

The only problem was Toxic kept drinking the champagne. She was buzzing like a bee. The vast amounts of alcohol in her blood made all the men in the casino devastatingly handsome, but especially Kidd! She forgot he was playing her brother!

She was hugging him and rubbing his arm every time he was on a hot streak. If his luck turned, she was there too, trying to encourage him. That was when she made her mistake.

“Thomas… I can make your luck come back, let me blow on the dice.” Toxic asked. “Or shall I blow something else… I’m certain I can make that cum!” She joked.

“What?” Thomas said after a moment. The whole crap table was quiet, shocked by her statement.

Toxic realized her mistake and tried to quickly cover it up. “That came out wrong. I think I need to stop drinking this bubbly stuff.” She said and walked away from the crap’s table.

She turned in her empty glass at the bar.

“No more to drink?” One of the Casino waiter walked over and asked her.

“No… I think I had too much” Toxic said firmly.

“Have some water… it will prevent a hangover” He said offering her a glass of water.

“Never heard that before… but I’ll try anything once” Toxic said. She drank the whole glass as the man watched. As she finished the world started to move on its own, spinning around.

“I feel dizzy…” Toxic said and then she was out. The waiter caught her in his arms and took her off the casino floor.

When Toxic came to, she knew immediately that something was very, very wrong. Someone had stuffed her panties into her mouth, and her arms and legs were tied to the chair she was siting in. Her dress was hiked up some, and with her legs spread, she was sure the big man in front of her, and the fake waiter from the casino had a good view of her pussy. The big guy pulled the panties out of her mouth.

“What is your real name?” The big guy asked as he threw her ID in her face.

“It really is Viola… but everyone calls me Toxic.” Toxic explained. “Kind of like that shit you put in my water” She added as she looked at the false waiter.

Both men had evil grins on their faces. The big guy pulled a small gun out of Toxic hand bag.

“Why would an innocent girl be carrying this?” He asked

“Protection from perverts that tie women to chairs” Toxic explained.

The big guy backhanded Toxic across the face so hard, her chair tipped over.

“Hey… Boris… not so hard. I want to have some fun with her” The waiter said as both men stood the chair back up. Toxic just thought… “this is going to be a long night!”