Gi Joe Cold War

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic

When she stood in front of the cheap, trashy downtown hotel, it had Duke written all over it. She jumped out of her car. Although she was almost sure no one here would recognize her face, she couldn't risk it, so she concealed herself behind her lace veil. She took a deep breath and walked in.

The poorly lit lobby consisted of a small food bar, several empty booths, and a welcome desk. A man in his thirties wearing jeans and a armless white shirt was at the welcome desk. A half-burnt cigarette in his mouth as he looked at Toxic. The bartender behind the counter was drying up washed glasses. He was an older fellow with a graying beard.

Toxic slowly went to the counter, her heels knocking on the mahogany floor. Her tight, short, leather skirt writhing to cover her firm, curvy bottom.

"Looking for a guest” she asked the guy behind the counter handing him a photo of Duke.

“Don’t know them” He said. It was clear the man was lying. Toxic crossed her arms under her full bosom, lifting her tits up to form the most generous cleavage, her areole almost peaking from under her dress. The man's eyes dwelled on Toxic supple breasts.

“Are you sure?” Toxic asked again, handing him 100 dollars. The man seemed to come to his senses. His eyes on her, undressing her voluptuous body in his mind. She licked her upper lip looking deeply into the desk clerk's eyes. That will give him a nice boner, she thought.

“Room 112” the clerk said.

“Thanks” Toxic said and walked down the hotel’s poor lite hallway. When she got to their room. She knocked.

“The slutty whore you ordered is here” Toxic said.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

Going into hiding was difficult in this area. Us white people stood out like a sore thumb. Duke knew just where to go as we remained hidden, Scarlett and I. Getting a seedy hotel, hiding the jeep and set up shop, I set up a radio to begin picking up traffic. We were alarmed when there was a knock on the door. We all went for our pistols, fearing that it was the Jordanian police or their General Intelligence Directorate-their intelligence network-that tracked us down.

1911 pistol in his right hand, Duke grasped the door handle and swung it towards him as a shield as Scarlett and I drew down with our own automatics, kneeling behind a bed as cover. There stood an amused Toxic, arms crossed hiking up her chest and a smirk on her lips.

"Toxic!" exclaimed Duke, hustling her in and shutting the door. "Where the hell have you been?" lowering his voice.

Rising up, Scarlett went over and hugged her tightly, "I'm so glad you're not dead". Stepping back, Toxic and I shook hands then hugged, both grateful for the same reason. "Why did you jump?!" the redhead demanded.

"I wanted to take the scenic route" chuckled Toxic.

We wanted to talk more about our own adventures, ours at the airport and hers, but we needed to get to business.

"We figured it was you at the train station" smirked Duke as we sat together in a circle, Duke grabbing a cheap chair, spinning it about to rest his arms in the backrest in front of him. "That felt like your calling card."

"Destro and Baroness," Scarlett said, getting to the jist of the matter. "They're here, and at this time. Can't be a coincidence. They have to be behind this. "They must be funneling weapons to these groups. What we figure, they're trying to remove the heads of all these foreign governments allied to the West so it will allow Communist influence in the region. If they keep this up, they'll move their way down to Israel and then to the Suez Canal. If they take those two places, then Communism will dominate this region and may stab us right in the gut" putting a hand to her flat stomach. She made it sound so dramatic, but it was a serious threat. "The King of Jordan is the next. Kid thinks he's figured out where the next threat is."

Having their eyes turn to me, I stood up as if ready to give a presentation. Swallowing hard and taking a breath, "The Egyptians and Syrians have formed an alliance to try and overthrow Jordan before and it failed following a couple bombings. Now, I figure that Destro and Baroness are here to try and build up the Jordanian military with a large arms shipment. But, there's a major hurdle-the King of Jordan is pro-western and there's the hint that he wants to make peace with Israel in order to open up western trade. The King always keeps up to date with his country's businesses and from what I hear in the intercepts, he's displeased with Mars Industries' practices and being in many areas where massacres take place. Seems that many of their weapons keep landing in the hands of insurgents and murderers. There is talk that at a formal meeting in two days that the King will decline Mars Industries' offer for weapons, that's worth around $50 million."

Whistling lowly, Duke nodded and encouraged me to go on. "From the train station, I also gathered that the train was carrying those goods. Seems Destro fully believes that the deal is going to be successful."

"Imagine his surprise when the King himself refuses to his face" replied Scarlett.

"Yes, and it's possible that, in spite, those weapons will disappear. The traffic also picked up suggests that a United Arab Republic cell is in the capital. If Mars can't sell their weapons to the King, they'll sell it to whomever wants it."

"50 millions dollars in weapons to a guerrilla group is enough to incite an army to overthrow the government" muttered Scarlett as she flopped onto the rickity bed with a sigh.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic

Toxic felt great after the welcomed warmly. She had time to think. She liked operating with a team. Being alone was no way to go through life.

“Everyone, before we talk more about what the Baroness and Destro are up to, I’d just like to say, it has been my honor and privilege to serve alongside all of you. Thank you” Toxic said.

“And it was my honor to allow you to suck my cock!!” Duke to the moans of the group.

“Way to ruin a special moment, Duke” Toxic replied.

“The special moment was when I blew my load down your hungry throat” Duke added

“Changing the subject.” Toxic said in frustration. “I think Kidd is right. The Baroness’ and Destro’s plan is about stoking the fire of war in this region of the world. You have lots of different religions, Jewish, Christian, Sunni, Shiite, etc. Most of them have money via the oil resources, to buy weapons, and they really do not like each other. Taking out a few leaders in key countries will ensure the place remains a hot bed for war and guerrilla groups” Toxic explained.

Scarlett, Kidd and Duke were all nodding in agreement.

“The Baroness and Destro are pretty evil. This place might still be fighting wars twenty years from now!” Toxic suggested.

“They might be fighting war 70 years from now!” Scarlett said

“That would be the year 2020. I’ll bet they will be shooting laser beams at each other from their flying cars!” Toxic suggested

“On that note, everyone get some sleep” Scarlett ordered.

Duke wanted Toxic to sleep near him. But the blonde picked the opposite side of the room.

Next Morning over Turkish Coffee

“I suggest we break into two teams. Toxic and myself find Baroness and Destro. While Scarlett and Kidd figure out a way to protect King Abdullah.” Duke stated as he looked over Toxic voluptuous figure.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

I knew immediately what Duke wanted to do, he was going to take that chance to shag Toxic properly. Toxic wasn't having any of it. That was surprising. Normally she would be up for a quick fling. Now, she was all serious and her words of being an honor to serve in this group were ringing true.

"We'll try the royal palace" suggested Scarlett as she tried her coffee. "If he's not there, chances are he's trying to meet with his subjects. The King loves to mingle with the peasants."

"How will you get into the palace?" asked Duke.

"You have your ways, and I have mine" Scarlett subtly winked. "Kidd will be in radio contact at all times. He'll give status reports every half-hour. If we miss an update, then we've run into trouble."

"And we'll come in guns blazing" Duke smirked.

"That's not going work here!" Scarlett whispered. "We need to think covertly on this, Duke" her green eyes staring at the man. "Overwhelming firepower...this isn't Korea. That would be what Baroness and Destro want. If we blaze away, we'll be just as guilty looking as the assassins."

"I'm going to bring a knife and a small pistol" I replied. "I'll stick to that as much as possible. I'll pick up a camera somewhere and we'll try a ruse to get us into the palace and try to work our way to the King."

"Right" nodded Duke as his gaze turned to the buxom Toxic, "We'll try to track down Destro and Baroness, see where this shipment of theirs is going. We do that, we can find out who these assassins are."

Finishing our coffees, we left the shop and went to the Jeep. There we looked over our equipment, tested our radios, and loaded our weapons. Before parting ways, I gave Toxic a hug saying, "Good luck. Take care of yourself".

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic and Duke

Toxic and Duke headed back to the train station. With her veil on and different clothing, no one knew who Toxic was. It was one advantage to the dress code for women in the middle east.

Duke and Toxic asked the train station manager what freight company was typically used to move cargo from the train to the local warehouses. It turned out only one was available. The man grabbed the last bill of lading to find their phone number. The document showed the address of the warehouse where Baroness and Destro’s cargo was dropped off.

As they walked back to the car, Toxic told Duke what she had seen. “Their stuff was dropped off at an impound warehouse awaiting custom’s review. If I had been using my brain, I would have realized that had to be the location.”

“Sweet tits, just let me do the thinking, you do the sucking” Duke replied with a know-it-all-smile on his face.

Toxic groaned inside, but knew better than to say anything “So when can I suck you off again. You know how much I love your big cock!” Toxic asked as she licked her lips and stared at Duke’s crotch.

“Honey, let's drive to the impound place first… but I like how you are thinking!” Duke replied.

30 mins later

The car pulled up to the impound warehouse. From the outside the place looked elegant. It has been built with sand colored bricks and had large columns with decorations. Small, half rounded windows added to the warehouse's appeal.

“Let’s wait here for a while. See if the stuff clears customs.” Duke said as he unzipped his pants. “I can watch, while you suck” He suggested.

Toxic knew the stuff would not clear customs until the deal was closed, so waiting here was stupid. But giving Duke a blow job would help with her plan. She smiled and said “Good Idea… I just can’t wait to have your big cock in my mouth!”

Toxic pull up her veil and dove in with her mouth, licking and kissing all around Duke’s cock. After a few minutes of this she grabbed his cock and started stroking softly while licking up and down the shaft. Then she plunged her head down, taking his cock all the way in her throat. As fast as she could, her head rose and fell, never once letting his cock out of her mouth. Duke's hands were on her head, helping guide her as she inhaled him repeatedly.

Toxic worked her magic as her throat and chin glistening from the moisture on his cock. Finally, at the right moment, she took him all the way in again. Her throat getting thicker as his cock pushed deeper into her. She started to swallow, using her throat muscles to stroke Duke’s cock. She sucked on his buried cock with her chin tight against his balls.

He only lasted about 30 seconds, then his body jerked. Duke clearly unable to withstand any more of her wonderful oral pleasure. Her throat swallowed his blasts of cum as she milked out all that she could.

“Fuck Toxic! You are better than any whore I have ever had!” Duke gasped.

“I loved it too” Toxic said licking her lips and pulling her veil back in place. She sure did like sucking cock.

The two remained silent for 30 mins as they watching the impound warehouse. Toxic could tell Duke was sleepy, his eyes were drooping. The sex and the warm temperatures were affecting him.

“Take a nap, you earned it” Toxic suggested.

“Ok” Duke agreed “But wake me when the bad guys show up”

“Ok” Toxic agreed.

Soon Duke was sleeping. Toxic quietly opened the car door and walked across the street to the impound warehouse. She walked past the main entrance way, then she stopped to look at the sand colored brick. The cracks between the bricks where wide and deep enough to climb. She waited until the street was clear of people and then she scaled the bricks to the second-floor balcony.

She slipped through the door and was inside the warehouse. There were offices on the second floor, but the walkway over looked the open warehouse below. From above, Toxic quickly identified the Destro’s boxes. She moved to the open metal stairway leading to first floor, when a man came out of an office.

He asked “who are you?” in Arabic.

Toxic walked over to him and pulled out her gun, pointing it at his chest. “Don’t say a word… or I’ll kill you” She said in Arabic.

The man was quiet. “Go down the stairs” She ordered him. As he went down the stairs Toxic explained “Believe it or not, I’m on a mission to save your king. Someone wants to kill him”

The man did not say anything. “Open that box” Toxic ordered him. The man grabbed a small crowbar and pulled the nails from the side panel of the wooden box. When it was open, machine guns and ammo poured on the floor.

“What?” The man gasped. “This was labeled as farm equipment!”

“I’m going to sneak away now. You are a hero for finding this. Enjoy the fame!” Toxic said as she darted away through a fire escape door. This set off the fire alarm. She ran across the street and jumped in the car. The alarm had awakened Duke.

“What did you do?” He gasped.

“I kind of threw a monkey wrench in Destro’s plans! I think you need to drive away now!” Toxic said as the government people started coming out of the warehouse.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

Scarlett and I getting inside the palace to see the King would be the biggest hurdle. There were so many people waiting outside, Press, military, police, and ordinary citizens, all wanting to catch a glimpse of the King or to plead for an audience to settle personal matters. One thing this King had over others, he truly endeared himself to the people that mingled with the public as much as possible. It was a blessing and a curse.

In the short ride and walk to the palace, gently pushing our way through the throng of people, we acquired a camera and worked on a cover story of being reporters from Europe to cover the Royal Family, asking for a quick interview of the King's ideas towards European ideals. Scarlett would do the talking as she had a clever tongue and knew the language. We get those few moments alone and then we can talk to the King and hopefully convince him of our true intent.

We had to hurry.

Surrounding the palace was a wall lined with armed guards and police patrolling the area. "Stay close to me" Scarlett said as she checked herself over. We were still wearing modest western clothing and her long red hair would stand out in a crowd. Twirling its length into a low ponytail, she smirked as I checked the camera. It was loaded with film and the audio ready. "Follow my lead. Don't talk unless they directly ask you a question. Watch my back, okay?"

"You got it" I nodded firmly.

Going up to the front gate, the two armed guards stopped us, demanding in Arabic for our business. There were no guests allowed inside without appointments. "We're from the BBC" Scarlett replied. "My name is Sierra and this is my cameraman, Bill. I think there's been a mistake. We're on the list."

No buying the excuse, the guard waved his right hand at us, as if dismissing a puppy, saying 'Away, away'.

Gritting her teeth, Scarlett wouldn't let up. Force wouldn't decide this day. It had to be persuation. Not telling the guard what the threat is. We didn't know who to trust. We were aliens in a foreign land. It would have to be a different type of persuasion. Stepping up to the uniformed guard, Scarlett batted her eyes and slowly licked her lips, dropping her voice into a low seductive tone, "Listen, there's big a mix up. I'm sure if you just look here and see, we are on the list," with her right hand she undid the top two buttons on her blouse, showing a bit of cleavage. This view initially offended the guard, who looked away with a jerk. "If you'll look" Scarlett said, momentarily breaking character by grasping the back of the man's head and coaching it to look down at her. Her chest wasn't as big as Toxic and she wasn't as upfront her demands, but Scarlett knew how to seduce. The mans quivering eyes glanced at the cleavage as Scarlett said, "I think there's big a mistake" pressing her chest against the clipboard with the list of official appointments. "You think you can fix it?" turning to the guard, taking a deep breath to inflate her chest towards him and giggling knowing that he was staring at her chest and was putty in her hand.

"Yes. Yes. I think I can" the guard stammered.

"Good boy" Scarlett giggled, patting the man on the shoulder before waving over her shoulder for me to follow. We were in.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic and Duke

“Take a left up here” Toxic told Duke as they drove through the crowded street of Amman.

“Where are we going?” Duke asked.

“Grand Hyatt Hotel, it is the nicest Luxury Hotel in the city” Toxic explained.

“Why are we going there?” Duke asked

“Destro and the Baroness like to go first class. They are probably staying at that hotel.” Toxic explained.

“Good thinking!” Duke said and then a small smile appeared on his face. “The Baroness might be happy to see me again!” He bragged.

“Remember she thinks you are a rich Texas oil man. You can’t bang her, your married!” Toxic pointed out

“Ever heard of cheat on your wife!” Duke laughed as he pulled up to the Grand Hyatt valet parking area. Duke and Toxic got out and walked into the hotel lobby. Duke walked up to the visitor’s desk and ask the clerk to ring the penthouse suite.

His lucky guess that the baroness was staying there paid off. “Hi Baroness, Edward McMillan, of Midland, Texas” Duke said. “I’m in town and found out you are here too!” Duke was quiet for a moment and then said “Actually, I’m in the lobby of your hotel. Can you ring me up, we can talk while enjoying the view.” Duke suggested. Again, more talking on the other side of the phone and then Duke said “Ok, see you in a few minutes.” And hung up the phone.

“We are in. She is expecting me in a few minutes.” Duke said.

“It is a trap… you know that, right? They will be waiting for you.” Toxic told Duke.

"She be waiting for my big cock! you are right about that!" Duke bragged and headed for the elevator.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

"That was easy" I remarked to Scarlett as we stepped through the gates.

"Men-most men-have a one-track mind" Scarlett smirked as we walked side by side. "They can be easily influenced with a little bit of bait."

"Most men?" I asked.

"Yes. Most" Scarlett chuckled.

This palace, the Raghadan, was originally built in 1926. A grand place was built following the traditional Islamic architecture of al-Aqsa Mosque in Jerusalem with colored stained glass windows, and archway windows. It was designed as a reception area so the Royal Family could receive guests, making it ideal for the Commoners to come here. We were dismayed at the many people already ahead of us.

"Shit" I grumbled, holding the camera low and looking about. There were uniformed military officers with pistols acting as security around the interior of this large reception room with perhaps 30 people packed inside. They were to be led one by one into the Presidential room to speak. "This could take hours".

"I know" Scarlett replied, leaned in and whispered. "I'll be right back." After that, she snaked her way through the throng of speaking people. Couldn't understand a word they were saying. They didn't pay me any mind, I didn't exist for them. Just another man in the world. Standing on my tip toes I could see a jet of red marking Scarlett towards the Presidential door flanked on either side by armed guards in military uniforms. Scarlett stood before the man on the left and said something, gesturing with her left hand. The officer nodded several times then followed Scarlett out of the room. I followed them with my eyes until they were out of sight. Best just wait here, I thought. She'll be back.

Sure enough, about five minutes later, Scarlett reappeared at my side with a smug smile on her face, patting me on the shoulder, "We're next."

"W-what?" I whispered. "How'd you do that?"

"Like I said," she replied, "One-track minds."

The door opened, out stepped two people having concluded their business with the King. Looking inside, the same uniformed officer Scarlett stepped out with nodded then beckoned them in, despite the whispered and hisses of those being usurped. Not making eye contact, I held the camera at my right hip, trying to look professional as we approached the door. Scarlett gave the guard a wink before stepped inside and turning to the right with me right behind her.

I've never met a king before, so naturally my heart was beating, expecting to see a man sitting on a gilded throne with a long cap and a jewel studded crown on his head at the end of a velvet rug. No. Instead, we were greeted with a modest looking, middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair, long mustache and a goatee wearing a finely made tweed suit sitting behind an ornate carved dark oak desk. If anything he looked much like a businessman sitting there with his frameless glasses, looking at paperwork and signing something until we approached, he looked up and smiled and spoke in Arabic, "Peace with you"

"And with you" Scarlett spoke in Arabic, placing a hand to her chest. I followed suit. Her accent was not native, it was twinged with a bit of British-English.

"You are not from here, where are you from?" said his Highness, slowly standing up with a smile and speaking in clear English. It was obvious we were foreigners, but Scarlett continued to play on with the role of an interviewer.

"London, your majesty" Scarlett smiled. "The BBC. This is my camera, William," holding her right hand to me. "We would like to ask you some questions about relations with England, if you please."

"Oh? The BBC? The wasn't expecting this. However, I do hope to building our relations with Europe," buttoning the lower portion of his jacket. "But certainly. Please, come with me to the reception room. We'll have a better talk there."

"Thank you, sir" nodded Scarlett, then nodded to me. This was good. It got us away from the others, the civilians and the guards to talk to us in private. I couldn't believe our luck. He was so open and presentable, and the reception room was gorgeous, soft red rugs, couches of fine dark brown leather, and decorated around the room were treasures of Jordan's history, including swords from the Bronze Age and texts said to be written from the Middle Age waiting to be transcribed into modern language. There were two couches facing one another sitting about five feet apart with a head chair tipping them. That's where the King sat. As I set up the camera, Scarlett sat to the King's left, crossing her legs. She wasn't going to try and flirt or seduce the King, she was going to keep up the act of a proper woman until she was satisfied the King would listen.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Duke

Duke rode the elevator to the top floor of the hotel. As the doors opened, he found 4 guards with machine guns pointed at him. Behind the men was the Baroness.

“Gentlemen, let Mr. McMillan, through” Baroness said. The guards stepped aside forming a passageway for Duke to walk through.

“Shall I call you Mr. McMillan, or do you prefer Duke?” The Baroness asked Duke.

“Duke” Duke replied a smile on his face. He walked confidently through the guards and followed the Baroness. “So you figure out who I am, that only makes me want to fuck you more. I love fucking smart chicks.” Duke stated

The guards watched Duke carefully casting glances at the man. The baroness walked over to the bar and pour Duke a glass of beer.

“You like beer, I assume” The baroness said as she handed him the glass.

“I like anything with alcohol in it.” Duke said grinning. He took a swig. “That taste good. Hard to find alcohol in a Muslim country” He pointed out.

Baroness poured herself a glass of wine and sat down at a small table. The view out the window was amazing, as the top floor over looked the whole city.

Duke watched the baroness intently and then carefully took a seat on the opposite side of the table.

“First Sergeant Conrad S. Hauser, special forces, currently working for General Colton” The baroness stated.

Duke’s eyes widened, and he reached for dagger under his suit jacket.

Baroness raised her hands in a calming gesture. “Duke, I will not harm you. Nor will the guards. And I assure you, I am not your equal fighting hand to hand.” Baroness said

Duke’s eyes appraised Baroness. She was beautiful, sexy, smart, and confident. She knew who he was and yet she did not seem worried. He needed to figure out what she wanted.

“Baroness… you know who I am, how about you tell me who you are?” Duke demanded.

“I’m the daughter of German aristocrats, Baron Cisarovna. I went to the best schools in Europe. The problem with the best schools in Europe is you are exposed to the best ideas. I became involved in a group trying to change the world. The German government called us extremists! And when we pushed for change, we were labeled “terrorists”.

“Well, if they were going to call me a terrorist, then I needed to be trained as one. I found my way to an exclusive facility run by the Warsaw Pact intelligence agency.” The baroness explained.

“You see, Duke, we are not all that unlike. I’m loyal to my causes and you are loyal to yours.” The Baroness said looking Duke in the eyes.

“What are you trying to say?” Duke asked.

“What if our causes were the same? What if you joined me? What if we worked together?” The baroness asked.

“If by, work together, you mean… fuck. I’m in. Let’s fuck!” Duke suggested as he finished his beer. “I’m ready!” He said putting the glass down.

“Duke” The Baroness said trying to get the man to focus. “This stand off between capitalism and communism will not last. There will be a war for dominance. The winner will control the human race. Regardless of the winner’s stated morals, they will become corrupt. Power always corrupts!” She explained. “So both sides are bad!”

“If that is true, which side do you pick?” Duke asked

“Neither” The Baroness explained. “We should fight together, for ourselves! It is the only logical choice.”

 

[guyloveshotstories]

Getting the right angle to show a stoic face by aiming from his right at around a 1 o'clock angle and wiring up the sound, a quick test showed that we were ready and nodded to Scarlett, or Sierra, we were ready. A countdown from 3 to 0 and we were filming, the small camera whirring as the film was printed.

"This is Sierra of the BBC" Scarlett smiled. "I'm here with King Abdullah of Jordan."

"Thank you for having me" he nodded lightly with a smile.

"Thank you for having us on such short notice. We wanted to ask about your feeling towards the Europe in these troubling times and how do you think a formal trade partner within Europe or the United States would change the country."

"My people are a proud and hard-working people that spans for centuries. While we were affected by the terrible wars, we seek to modernize ourselves and become one with the people of Europe while still keeping ourselves in touch with our roots. We must never forget where we come from." placing a hand over his heart with his right hand.

"Your Majesty, what of the enemies of peace?" Sierra asked, trying to be as vague as possible to test the waters. If the King identified a country or a certain group, it would show their stance against them. To our satisfaction, he didn't identify a group.

"If any person or group tries to harm the people of Jordan, our military will protect the weak and the needy from harm, and shame on those that attack defenseless people," the King waged a finger.

"And what of Europe, your feelings towards them?" Sierra asked, hands resting on her crossed thighs.

That made him pause. There was a lot of baggage to unpack on that question as there were many countries of Europe that were not on the best terms with Jordan for various reasons. Rather than stoking the fires, the King smiled and nodded while looking on at Sierra, "We desire to be friends with our neighbors, England, Germany, and even the United States. The world has seen enough of war and bloodshed. It is time that we progress towards the future, yes?"

"I would hope so, sir" Sierra concurred.

As they talked, the camera recorded as I played the cameraman while cautiously looking around for any threats. There could be assassins in the area, or even worse, one of the guards. The King was relaxed. His responses were eloquent and calm. So he didn't feel endangered. That was a good sign.

As we were coming to the end of the interview, both of them signed off and I gave the signal we were finished recording. Sierra stood up, approached the King and carefully shook his hand before whispering, "We're not BBC."

"You're not from the BBC?" the King spoke in alarm, ready to call for the guards.

"No, sir" Scarlett said, dropping her accent. "We're from the United States. We're here to warn you, there is a plot against your life."

Confused, the King slowly stood up, balling his fists. He wasn't going to cow easily to any perceived threat. Yet, Scarlett's calm demeanor began to pay off. "I'm sure you heard about the assassination of the Prime Minister of Iran."

"I have" he gravely nodded. "It was a great loss."

"We believe that the assassination was carried out by those seeking topple the governments of this region and make them open to exploitation by the Soviet Union, and they're backed by MARS Industries."

"MARS?" he gasped. "I hope you have proof of such a claim."

"We do," Scarlett said. "We came from Iran. We were there when the Prime Minister was killed. The killers were funded and trained by MARS."

Still in disbelief, the King shook his head slightly then turned to his right as if to walk out of the room. "How do I know that you're not one of them, trying to lure me into a trap, to kidnap and exploit me or my family?" he encountered.

"Sir, the United States values you as an ally. Your brokered deals have stopped pointless bloodshed in the Middle-East," Scarlett pleaded with a sense of passion I haven't seen in her before. "The US wouldn't destroy an ally. There would be no point. There is much to be gained with peace rather than war. However, MARS stands to lose much if there is no further fighting and they're not selling their instruments of slaughter."

This made the King pause and think. She was getting through to him. We didn't know it, but the King was given a trade offer with England and the United States for foodstuffs and raw materials for him to export that were valued at 1-billion dollars US. This would be enough to modernize much of the country. He knew Destro and considered him a friend. However, he did notice his rather stiff insistence on weapons that were, while powerful and awe-inspiring, were brutal and well beyond the arms of conventional weapons. In one of the demonstrations provided, they witnessed a missile the size of a football destroy an entire tank. "I saw Destro's wife, the Baroness, seemed to be in bliss at this devastation. It was strange and off-putting. She seemed to take delight in such carnage. She is a strange woman."

"I would agree with you on that, sir" Scarlett nodded. "What matters now, sir is that you trust us and we must get you to safety until we can neutralize this threat."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic

The Grand Hyatt stood 12 stories or 150 ft above the streets of Amman. The hotel was large and sat among much lower building, making it clearly stand out in that area of the city.

To reach the roof, Toxic had to enter a floor below the penthouse level and climb up the elevator serves ladder. The roof door had been locked with a padlock from the inside. Hard to open from the outside, but from inside she just needed to unscrew the eye pad to remove the lock.

On the roof Toxic made her way to the side of the hotel where the penthouse had the large windows. She had found a fire hose and tied off the hose and was ready to rappel into the penthouse room. But her problem was she had no idea when she needed to save Duke. So she did an Australian rappel, in other words, her head was pointed down to the ground and her feet were above her. Australian rappel was used in the military, allowing the descender to see where they are going.

She slow descended head first until she could see into the penthouse. The people could not see her, unless they got close to the window and looked up. She did look down, and 130 ft below her was the street full of cars and her certain death. The plunge would break her neck and her lovely body. She might even be lucky enough to get impaled herself on lamp post, so she would not have to wait until she bled to death.

Above her, the fire hose was as tight. Her grip on that hose was keeping her in position, but her blood was rushing to her head. How much long could she hold on, head down? A few minutes that was all.

Toxic was breathing hard. Sweat dripping from her face. She looked up at the hotel railing and the hose. All looked secure. Duke was still sitting at a table talking to the baroness. But he had just finished his beer. There was more talking then Duke stood up, yelled at the baroness!

Duke

“Neither” The Baroness explained. “We should fight together, for ourselves! It is the only logical choice.”

“FUCK THAT” Duke yelled standing up and pointing at the Baroness. He might be many things, shallow, a drinker, a womanizer, but he would never be disloyal to the good old US of A.

“I’ll fight for a country that is not corrupt, at least not, yet. I will NOT fight with a woman that is already corrupt!! THAT CHOICE IS EASY, BITCH” Duke yelled trying to grab the baroness as his hostage. Baroness was fast and scrambled away.

“KILL HIM!” Baroness yelled to the guards

Toxic

She pushed off the window and let herself slide down the hose so when she swung back to the window she’d be in the middle of the window. She pulled out her colt 45 and fired one round into the window and it shattered.

To her surprise all the other windows next to the one she broke shattered too a few seconds after hers. The guards were firing sub-machine guns at Duke.

Toxic tumbled into the room and behind a couch. Duke was next to her.

“Here” She said handing him one of her colt 45s. Then as if on cue, both popped over the couch and fired shots at the guards. Two of the guard fell to the floor. The couch however was lit up with bullets from the remaining two guards. Toxic and Duke drove in opposite directions finding new places to hide.

When the guns stopped firing, Toxic popped up from behind a turned over coffee table and fired a shot to take out the third guard. Duke appeared from behind the bar and threw a brandy bottle at the remaining guard. It broke against the pillar he was hiding behind.

“Miss me, you dumb American!” the guard taunted him. Then Duke laughed.

“No, I think I got you.” He said as he threw a match to the spilled liquor which burst into flames! “AGHHH” The guard screamed as he ran from the wall of fire. Duke fired his gun and took the guard out.

“Time to give up Baroness!” Duke yelled not sure where she had run off to during the gun battle.

“Time for you to DIE!” the Baroness laughed as she threw a “soup can” shaped object into the middle of the room and a cloud of purple gas poured out of it.

“Poison Gas!!” Toxic yelled and ran away from the cloud. But there really no where to run!! She stood in front of the broke windows. The fire hose dangling. She jumped and grabbed it, sliding down below the penthouse level. Inside Duke was gasping for air, but as luck would have it, the hotel fire sprinkler system went off due to the fire. The water also removed the poison gas.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

"Sir, is there anyone in here that you trust utmost?" asked Scarlett as she stood up and carefully looked about for any hidden threats.

"I just my guards completely," the King responded as he slowly rose up, buttoning his coat. "They are all hand selected and come from the best families in Jordan, some of whom I've known all my life."

"Good, good" nodded Scarlett. "And your family?"

"They are out of town, visiting family," he began to say, "Oh, Allah. I should call them."

"In due time, sir. What matters is we get you out of here. The palace may be targeted for attack. Does this place have a bomb-shelter or some place to go in an emergency?" asked Scarlett.

"No. This place has nothing of the sort," the King replied, then raised a finger, "I do have a car outside. It is bullet-proof."

"They may have put a bomb in that" whispered Scarlett. "Are there any other cars or vehicles you could use to get out?"

"The guards also have armored vehicles for my escort" the King replied.

"Good," Scarlett nodded. "We'll use those. Summon your guard we'll discretely leave the Castle. Don't tell the guests. The attacker may be among them. Wait until we're gone."

"Where are we going?" the King asked.

"Not sure, yet," Scarlett admitted. "But right now, we must get you out of here."

The King, keeping his dignity and coolness, summoned his head of his security detail, an Army Major, not the same man Scarlett stepped out with earlier. I couldn't understand what they were saying in their language, but there was excitement in the Major's face as he was told he would be leaving. The Major ran out of the room and was heard giving orders as five uniformed men rushed into the room, surrounded the King, and walked out with him as a human-shield. That left Scarlett and I outside of the escort but closely following.

I got on the radio to inform Toxic and Duke we were on the move, "Red Velvet to Rook, we have Crackers and we're on the move, over" speaking into my small radio. Sounded silly, our code words. Then again we didn't have a whole lot of time to plan this one out. I'm certain they would understand what we meant, we weren't calling for help. But I was alarmed that I haven't heard from neither Duke or Toxic beyond the 15 minute schedule.

"They're in trouble" Scarlett said firmly. "We'll get the King to safety. We'll take him to the US embassy and have him under guard and then go track them down."

Going out the back of the palace, the King and his guards marched out in a deliberate yet dignified pace should anyone see them. We were right behind them. The King climbed into an civilian car with all of his guards with the Major directing us to get in the followup vehicle, also loaded with armed guards. "Where are we going?" asked the Major in passable English.

"To the US Embassy!" Scarlett directed.

With a nod the Major shut the driver side door and we rolled out. In the backseat I continue to try the radio, but couldn't get only static. If we were getting static, then their radio must still be sending a signal.

Scarlett was wedged in with me in the rear seat of this armored Jeep as we left the palace, the grand scene disappearing in a cloud of dust and dirt. Our driver was speaking through a radio with the Major. I could hear a few distinct words, American and embassy and him agreeing to follow. It was a rough go as we were caught in daily traffic outside, with frequent stops and goes with the Major frantically ordering people to clear the way without letting on the President was on board. All we had between my redheaded partner and I was a small pistol pistol, two knives and a radio. His Majesty trusted these men without question, so we must as well. Their eyes were open, and they weren't speaking unless directly asked. This kept their focus as they kept their weapons holstered to not arouse suspicion. They were trained.

"Any luck with Toxic?" Scarlett whispered.

"Negative. Still nothing. I'll try one more time. If that doesn't work, then they're in danger," I replied before sending out another coded message. No response. Shit. We were both worried. Scarlett could hide it better than me. She leaned back in her seat, drawing a deep breath and letting it out before looking at me with a simple nod, "They're allright. They're just delayed" she replied.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic

“Duke, jump to the fire hose!” She yelled to Duke. But he did not jump. She waited. Then a face appeared wearing a gas mask. It was the Baroness! Toxic aimed her 45 and fired, but the Baroness ducked away.

Then a chair flew out of the window, aimed at her! Toxic slide down the hose as the chair missed her and smashed on the street below. There was a lot of yelling from below. Toxic hurried down the hose as quick as possible. More chairs appeared, but she was too far away to be hit. She got to the end of the hose and dangled there for a moment. She was close to the ground, but too far to fall. But there was the hotel entrance awing. She had seen cartoon characters land in the awing and be safe. She let go, falling onto the hotel awing. There was a cracking sound … and the awing broke. The awing collapsed around Toxic as she landed on the ground. The awing had broken her fall but it was not like what happened in the cartoons!

Duke

Duke woke up on a metal, uncomfortable bunk bed that was pressed against the wall, crammed in next to it was a small sink and a toilet, with only a half wall of privacy. On the other wall was another bed, and two lockers, their locks removed and a small shelf on which a couple of books sat, worn and dusty with an old broken wooden chair shoved in the corner.

“Welcome to your new home,” the guard said in a bored tone.

“Where am I?” Duke asked, slowly sitting up. His head still ringing from the poison gas.

“No where… and that is a place NO one will ever find.” The guard laughed. “You’ll be tortured… eventually talk… and then they will kill you. I have seen it all before. Enjoy” The man said as he walked out of the dark room, locking the door. Duke’s cell was the only cell in this room. His cell was designed to hold two people with the two beds and two lockers.

There were no windows in the room. He had the sense he was below ground, but he had no way of knowing. He looked at the stained thin pillow and scratchy blanket, both had blood stains.

“Torture… fun!” He said to himself. He wondered if he could get a cigarette from the guard. The guard did not seem like the giving type. What would he need to do to get it… sexual favors?

“Ugh” Duke grunted as the thought of sexual favors with that male guard was not.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

It wasn't long before we were stuck in another jam at an intersection, this time a donkey pulling a cart had spilled its contents causing us to stop. Peering between the shoulders of the two guards riding in front, Scarlett said, "Tell them to back up!" Them being the other vehicle. Her senses were tingling for an ambush.

She was right.

We started to back up and the cart driver pulled from under his clothes a submachine gun firing it just as the muzzle was rising. The long burst started impact in the ground in front of the Jeep then struck the bumper, radiator, and then the hood before striking the bullet-resistant windshield.

There was a lot of shouting from inside our Jeep as the driver slammed it into reverse. Then from either side there was fire that struck the side windows. The guards on either side of us threw themselves on us as shields while drawing their weapons. In front of us, the King's Jeep was also roaring into reverse, taking fire from all sides.

What we didn't see behind us was another barricade of carts spanning the narrow road. Rather than being intimidated by this, the Jeeps rolled up to and slammed into it, splintering the wood. These Jeeps were tough. The windows were all spiderwebs of impacts, we couldn't see anything out of them. The drivers were going purely by instinct. Then came a terrific bang and our Jeep was hefted into the air and slammed onto its side. Smoke filled the interior.

Coughing hard, there was a mess of limbs on top of me that I shoved off. We were on our left side. Rolling onto my back I tried the door, it was jammed. I brought in both legs and began kicking, forcing the door open. There was enough of a sliver to peek out of. Having only a small pistol I was ready, looked out. We weren't taking fire. Now was the time to bail. Forcing the door open all the way I climbed out, squatting on the side of the Jeep and looking back inside. "Scarlett!" crying out.

"I'm okay" she coughed, pushing one of the guards off of her. She reached out and I pulled her out as the guards tried to get out, dazed by the impact. As she came out, Scarlett grabbed one of their submachine guns with a single magazine-worth of ammunition.

Craning our heads around, the towering and narrow buildings had many windows. The attackers didn't appear. They had us all right now, the King's Jeep was idle in front of us, unable to go forward or back. The King was ordered not to come out as his guards readied themselves.

"You okay, Kid?" Scarlett coughed.

"I'm good. You?" sliding off to the ground.

"They landed on my chest" the redhead grimaced. "I'll be okay. The radio?"

"I got it right here" patting my side.

"Good. We gotta get off this street. We're sitting ducks. See if you can get to the King. Get him out of there and get over to that building over there" pointing to our left at a quiet building with blue window shutters.

Without thinking I just ran to the Jeep and tried to open the left-rear door. Locked. Banging on its side the door opened to show a stern faced guard. "Out! Out!" pointing over my shoulder. "Let's go!"

The Major jumped out, shouting something to the effect of "Get going!" Turning about I ran towards the building. Scarlett covered our exit. His Majesty, flanked on either side by his guards, emerged from the Jeep with a calm face with a hustle in his steps.

We entered the building to an empty hallway. On the far end was a door leading to the back and we took it. As we left, the last of the guards following suit, Scarlett covered our withdraw. By then the assassins had come out. They had originally had us dead to rights. If they threw a few more of their grenades into or underneath our vehicles, we be dead. Instead, they left their perches on the rooftops and came down. Either they were trying to kill us face to face, kidnap the King, or what, they surrendered their advantage to come down. Crouching behind the rear bumper of our flipped Jeep, Scarlett saw two of these guys, in fine suits brandishing submachine guns. They went over to the now empty King's Jeep and looked inside, expecting to find royalty.

"Hey, boys" Scarlett said stepping out. The two men turned in alarm and Scarlett fired, cutting them both down. They weren't dead. They were in agony as the bullets blew out their knees. Now was her chance. She took off after us. In her wake the three more men in suits came out shouting and cursing at their two wounded men. With the five men all yakking, they didn't realize that Jordanian police were approaching and then out came civilians. It was only when they realized that they were surrounded by several dozen angry Jordanian civilians did they try to muscle their way out. We couldn't see or hear it, but the King's subjects did a better job in dealing with the attackers than we did and they didn't have any firearms.

Using the backways, side roads and alleyways we made our way to the American embassy. We were tired, roughed up, but alive. That was the good news. The King sat in the Consulate surprisingly calm as he slowly drank a cup of hot tea. In the next room, Scarlett was full of energy as I tried the radio once more, hailing either Toxic or Duke with no answer.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic

Toxic made her way to the America Consulate. The assassination attempt was all over the local news stations and it seem logical place for Scarlett and Kidd to be.

The large building was on high alert and the marine guards were not going to let anyone pass. But Toxic saw someone behind the guards she had not expected, Blitzfire. The man had straight blonde hair hanging over his handsome face. His amber eyes watched, attentively over the front gate. His mustache made him look like an explorer… but that was not his profession.


Blitzfire, or Tom Evans, was a Beach Jumper from WWII. Navy special forces guy. She had met him briefly in 1949 at a class on rigging explosives. Blitzfire was her way to get past the guards. But Blitzfire might also be here to arrest her, she had gone AWOL. In the end she really did not have too many options.

Toxic made her way to the Consulate entrance and pulled back her veil. “I need to get inside the compound. I’m with Blitzfire” She told the guard as she pointed to where Blitzfire was standing.

The guard looked at Blitzfire, who gave him a signal to allow Toxic to enter the consulate grounds. “Thanks” she said to the guard entered the consulate, Blitzfire was on an intercept course to herr.

Although his was not holding a weapon in his hands, Toxic made sure her gun was ready just in case. She did not think he wanted a fight, but she was not sure.

Blitzfire was the first to break silence. “Toxic?”

“Depends,” She answered noncommittally, “Why do you want to know?”

Blitzfire smiled and said “That is you… I thought you had died.”

“Twice.” Toxic smiled back.

“I heard little about your exploits. Your reputation is growing” Blitzfire said in praise.

“Your reputation is not so bad either.” Toxic replied as she shook his hand. The guy had achieved something of a legendary status among Navy special operation people. Blitzfire had given it to the Japanese and later North Koreans. The guy was good.

“Actually, I’m glad you’re here,” said Blitzfire, as his face assumed a grave look. “Save me the trouble of tracking you down” He jerked his thumb back over his shoulder towards the consulate building. “I’m on the team Vice Admiral Twain sent to replace you.”

“I figured.” Toxic said with her best poker face on. She was not going back. No way. Duke was captured and she needed to rescue him. She was not going to let this guy stop her.

“Don’t worry, we are not sending you away. Fuck the Admiral. I’m in charge of this operation, and I need your team.” Blitzfire said

Relief broke out all over Toxic’s face. “Thanks. If you take me to Scarlett and Kidd, we’ll get you up to speed on all that has been happening.” Toxic offered.

“Follow me” Blitzfire said as he led her into the consulate building and to Scarelett and Kidd.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

"I need a drink" sighed Scarlett as she sank into a simple metal chair in the consulate dining hall. There was no drinks to be had other than a poor excuse for government-coffee, real thin and scalding hot. Thankfully there was plenty of creme and sugar. I sat next to her drinking this concoction as the door opened and in stepped a smiling Toxic and another man I didn't recognize.

"Toxic!" Scarlett jumped to her feet, lunging for the woman and embracing her tightly before letting go and stepping back, "Wait. Where's Duke?"

"Captured" Toxic bitterly sighed. "By Baroness. I don't know where he is now" lowering her head in shame. "They were waiting for us."

"Did you see a body?" Scarlett asked in her a calm tone.

"No" lifting her head.

"Then he's not dead. We're going to find him," Scarlett nodded before tilting her head slightly to look around at the other man in the room. "Who's that?"

"His name is Blitzfire," Toxic stepped to the side to allow him to come forward. He was tall man, medium build with sun-kissed skin under his straight blonde hair. "I've know him since the last war. He's a good man. He and his team are here to help us," deliberately leaving out the fact he was originally sent to replace them.

"A team?" Scarlett gasped. "Great! The more the merrier. This is Kid" stepped to the side and hold out a hand to me. "He's new but he's good," smiling at me. Standing up I go over and shake Blitzfire's large hand.

"I can get my team right now to work on what intel we have," Blitzfire said. "I'll need Duke's last known location."

"The Grand Hyatt" replied Toxic.

"Good!" Blitzfire clapped. "I'll get my team to triangulate radio signals around that location. When we have that, we can make a move. We've long suspected Baroness and Destro were behind these things. Now we have our proof. When we find them, we'll rescue Duke and put these two down for good." Such a passionate speech then he left the room but not before telling me to follow with my radio.

Left in the room, Scarlett turned to Toxic and placed a hand on her shoulder, "If you're blaming yourself-don't. Duke knew what he was getting into. We may be the best, but we're not invincible."

"Yeah, well," sighed Toxic. "I've come close to death many times. But, it's losing a friend that I fear the most" she fought hard to prevent tears from forming in her eyes. She shook her head, wiped her face with both hands and drew a deep breath, "Gah! I hate this sentimental shit!" chuckling before looking at the redhead, "How did he do?"

"Kidd? He did great. Thanks to him, we got the King out of there without a scratch," Scarlett replied.

"Good. Good" nodded Toxic as he placed her hands on her hips. "Now that Blitzfire's here and his team, we'll have a good group. When we find Baroness, though, she's mine."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic

Toxic and Scarlett waited for Kidd to return. Triangulation usually took a lot of time. After thirty minutes Toxic got up and turned to Scarlett.

“This is going to take a while” Toxic observed “I’m going to find something to drink.”

She came 10 minutes later back with two six packs of cool beer.

“Where…” Scarlett asked but Toxic waved her off.

“You don’t want to know” Toxic replied. Toxic and Scarlett opened their first cans and toasted before taking sips. After her first beer, Toxic told Scarlett that she agreed Kidd was a great member of their team. After her third beer, she told Scarlett that she thought he was cute. After her sixth beer, she explained what happened in Iran when Toxic had tried to seduce Kidd.

And after her seventh beer, Toxic decided she’d tell Scarlett how Kidd felt about her.

“He is in love with you. He turned me down, saving himself for you.” Toxic explained. “He is in love with you. I thought you should know, for the good of the mission.”

 

[guyloveshotstories]

Scarlett had not even finished her first beer when Toxic decided to air out her feelings, wrapping an arm around the redhead and letting it all come out. When her slurred words reached Scarlett's ears, her cheeks were as red as her hair. Toxic saw it and chuckled. "By that look, I think you would have the same feelings. And why not? You're both good looking and, well, why shouldn't you at least try each other out?"

Her hand trembled holding the half-polished beer. Lowering her head for a moment, Scarlett's thoughts raced. Standing beside her, all smiles, Toxic was waiting for an answer, using her arm around her subordinate's shoulder to arrest her. Toxic wasn't going to let her go without an answer.

Seeing the hesitation, Toxic hammered it home. "I bet he's got a big dick."

"Oh, come now" Scarlett shied, deeply embarrassed.

"At first I thought he was gay," Toxic continued, slurping the remaining contents of her 7th beer. "I mean, who would turn down this?" tucking her beer hand under her right breast and hiking it up. "But then he told me about saving himself, and you. I thought he was being a hopeless romantic. But, he's got skills. I would think though he would be a lot better than Duke" rolling her eyes.

"Well, thanks for the intel, Toxic" Scarlett slowly pulled herself away. "But right now, it's just not the right time to be thinking about such things. Our attention should be focused on finding and rescuing Duke and taking down Baroness and Destro."

"Right. Right" the blonde nodded, crushing the can and pitching it before hoisting another. "I'm going back as a professional courtesy. We don't leave our people behind, even if they're bad fucks."

"Okay, Toxic" Scarlett whispered as her compatriot's voice unintentionally raised itself. "I think you've had enough of this for one day" taking the beer from Toxic's hand. "I'll need for you to be sober for when we get back Duke."

"That'll be awhile," Toxic blurted out, wrapping an arm around Scarlett's shoulder again. "Mean time, you can go over and gobble up Kidd's cock!" lapping the air with her long, extended tongue.

"C'mon!" grumbled Scarlett. "That's not going to happen. Not anytime soon."

Cupping her two hands together, Toxic's eyes flared, "When he cums, you just gotta let it spray like a volcano! Just-AAHHHHHHHHH!"

That's what I walked in on, Toxic's mouth open, tongue extended, getting sprayed with an imaginary eruption of cum with a red faced Scarlett sheepishly standing beside her holding a beer can. "Uh, what did I miss?" I asked nervously as I walked up to them.

"She's wasted" Scarlett rolled her eyes before pointing at the seven empty beer cans on the table. "Those are her's. Any luck with the triangulation?"

"Some. They were able to get a few hits. But these guys are smart. They're constantly moving," I replied. "If they can stay at a place for just 15 or so minutes, that would be enough for us to close in and get them."

"Is there any pattern, perhaps leading somewhere, out of town?" asked Scarlett.

"No," shaking my head. "It all appears random, every direction. A few of the signals were intercepted. No mention of Duke."

"He's not dead!" roared Toxic, words slurred. "He's too valuable to be killed. They'll keep him alive. Don't you fret about that!"

 

[milkmaiden38]

Duke

Duke was in a steel chair anchored to the floor. His arms tied behind his back. The locked room had a small table in it, no windows, a single door out and the Baroness was in front of him. Duke was smiling as he complain to her about being poisoned, having his day disrupted, and no one had given him a smoke. After listening to him moan and groan, the Baroness slammed her fist on the table.

"Shut the fuck up!"

Duke stopped mid-sentence.

"I don't give a damn how you feel, do you understand me. I'm going to get answers and you are going to give them to me. This isn't going to be good cop-bad cop. There's only me and I'm the bad. Nod your fucking head if you've got that?"

Duke nodded. She noticed something about him change. He was less defiant.

“How did you know we were going to assassinate the king?” The Baroness asked. Duke did not answer. He looked instead at her. The baroness was wearing another all black, skin tight, body suit and he could see her big chest and firm breasts. She looked down and saw what he was staring at.

"DUKE! You aren't here to look at my tits. You're here to answer my fucking questions!!" The baroness yelled.

She grabbed his chin in her hand and rolled his head up to look at her. She saw his eyes get glassy and his tongue licked his lips. She looked down and noticed that he was beginning to get a tent in the groin of his pants. What she was doing, was turning him on.

“Maybe… there is a better way to get you to talk” The Baroness said out loud. She reached up and slowly unzipped the top half of her body suit. Her bare skin exposed as the zipper was lowered. Soon her jacket fell open. Her breasts were out in the open, her jacket hanging to the sides. Her nipples were hard from the excitement and from the cool air in the small room. Duke eyes focused on her tits, her nipples the size of small erasers as they hardened.

“How did you know about our plan?” The baroness asked nicely.

“Toxic found a note in Tehran. All three of your targets were on the list” Duke replied.

“Duke, that was helpful.” The baroness replied. Thinking and then smiling, she unzipped her pants slowly. “Helpful answers get rewards” She told him as the zipper opened the front of her pants. Her panties were fully revealed. A damp wet spot was visible on her crotch.

"Did you report this to your commander in America?” Baroness asked.

He nodded his head. She stood in front of him and pulled off her pants. Then she reached up and pulled off her panties. She held them in her hand and then pushed them in his face, letting him smell her scent. He moaned and pulled at the cuffs. She laughed. Sitting back up on the table, she spread her legs and let him see her bare pussy. He licked his lips.

"Here's where this gets fun, Duke. You give me a description of the plan to stop me and I'll let you have a treat.” The baroness stated.

"We were order to use any means needed to stop your plan. My team is 3 people, Toxic, Scarlett, and Kidd. Toxic and I were to mess with your logistics support, while Scarlett and Kidd protect the King." Duke explained

The Baroness slid her hand down between her legs, she spread her legs wide open. Her finger tip ran across her slit and she moaned gently. His eyes watched her finger stroke her wet pussy. He moaned as the tip of her finger disappeared inside her pussy lips. She worked her finger in and out, pushing between her lips. Slipping her finger out, she held it to his mouth.

“Tell me their weaknesses, Scarlett, Toxic and Kidd. Tell me how to capture them” The Baroness said.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

"Okay," sighed Scarlett. "You've made your point," glancing at the slurring Toxic who sat down in a chair to steady herself. "He's not dead. But if he's a live, they're going to try and get information out of him. As long as he keeps his trap shut, they'll keep him."

"What makes you think he'll keep quiet?" mumbled Toxic. "The guy has a bigger mouth than I do!"

Gritting her teeth, 'she's right', thought Scarlett. Crap!

A head stuck inside our room, it was Blitzfire. "We got a lead!" beckoning us to the radio room where his team were sitting in front of an array of radios and electronics that hummed and crackled. The amount of electricity and energy flowing through this room made the hair on our arms and hands stand on end. We could feel it in our head as well. Blitzfire was holding a piece of paper with several hastily scribbled notes. "Two sources in the city speak of a prisoner," Blitzfire began to say, then waved a hand. "We've discounted them as phonies."

"What, why?" I asked.

"They're red herrings" Blitzfire continued. "We've determined that those speaking of them were low-level lackies, people too low in the totem pole to know of such things. For hours they speak nothing, then two men, with seemingly no connection, are suddenly talking of a prisoner?" scoffing, he balled the paper and threw it into a waste basket. He then wagged a finger, "Then came another source, this time came from one of our informants. They did see strange men moving house to a seemingly abandoned facility on the northern edge of the city. The place was formerly a Jordanian Army training base. It closed at the end of the war."

"Is that where they're holding Duke?" asked Scarlett with a bit of worry in her voice.

"We think so, but that's not much for us to go on at this point," he warned. "Plus, it could be a trap. We've picked up a lot of movement. Many groups in the city are getting calls to mobilize."

"They're going to try and take over the city?" I asked.

"We think they'll try for the embassy, to kill the King" Blitzfire shrugged.

"They do that," Scarlett sighed, "They'll destabilize the area again. But if they attack the American embassy, they'll also draw us into the fighting." She then looked at me with her green eyes.

"And drag American into the fight will also get the Soviets and their allies in to counter us, draw us into another global war," I added. "Seems someone is always ready for a fight."

"Fighting is big business," Scarlett added. "There's no money in peace. Right now, though, can we try to find where Duke is? Any better clues?"

"Sorry. We have nothing solid until one of our informants comes forward. We think whomever is holding them is imposing a blackout on all forms of signals. But, don't worry. We have two members of my team on it. We should be hearing back from them in a hour or so" Blitzfire seemed confident of his team.

Scarlett wasn't as confident in Duke. He loved to flaunt and he had a big mouth. She turned to me and whispered, "He's strong, but lord knows how they're torturing him right now."

"AAAAAAAAHH" screamed Duke, cheeks red. "AAAAH FUCK!" unable to resist, his extremities arrested. All he could do is screamed as Baroness slapped his balls again and again.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic

"You are thinking too hard about this. Blitzfire give us one of your good men... and with him, Scarlett, Kidd, and I... we'll go to the training site. The bad guys will start shooting at us... this will cause their attack to start early... and draw out the Jordan military. As you both know, timing is everything in covert ops. Screw up the timing and these city groups will be totally disorganized and fail at what they are trying to do." I explained.

"Toxic you are pretty drunk" Blitzfire said discounting her suggestion.

"Think about my idea... NOT my slurred speech!" I said back to him.

"I can't think a reason not to try it." Blitzfire said and then looked to Scarlett.

"What do you think?" He asked her.

 

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"It could work" Scarlett replied. "What we don't know is, how many people are at the training site. Do you know?" she asked Blitzfire.

"We don't. Our intel of this area is pretty sketchy. Our source is too scared to go in there. He says that many have gone in and never came back."

"Then that's a good sign that the enemy is set up a base in there," Scarlett pointed out. "We'll have to go in with heavy stuff."

Blitzfire was immediately against this. "You go in with heavy stuff, they'll kill Duke."

"That's always a risk. What's to say that he's not dead already other than the idea that he's too valuable to not be dead" Scarlett replied. This made the others pause. She was right. There was no solid evidence that Duke was dead or alive. The only way to prove it, get a body. "I'm willing to bet that area is where Baroness and Destro have set up shop. It'll be well fortified. We'll go in with heavy stuff and we could use your team for backup."

Standing beside the redhead, I asked, "What about the Jordanian military?"

Scarlett turned to me, "We'll use them when shit hits the fan. They don't fully understand what's going on here. If we get Duke out of there, we'll have them bomb the shit out of that site. We may not get Destro or Baroness, but we'll put their operations here out of business."

"I'm in!" I said, holding up a balled fist.

"Me, too! I want some of that!" Toxic replied.

"You're drunk" Scarlett smirked.

"I'm not too drunk to shoot shit!" countered Toxic. "I'll carry two guns, one for each person I see."

"Right" nodded Scarlett before turning to Blitzfire, "I'll need one of your team to come with us. The rest will wait for our call."

"Sure. You can have Blow Torch, he's our heavy weapons guy," Blitzfire beckoned the hulking man who stood 6'6" with ripped biceps and a bald head. His face was deeply tanned with dark eyes and thin lips. He was a veteran, heavily scared on his arms and hands. "Torch here served in the war as a flamethrower operator with the Army. You want to go in with the heavy stuff, he's your man."

Nodding to him, Scarlett said, "Welcome aboard. Let's get to the armory and get suited up. I want to be ready in 15 minutes."

 

[milkmaiden38]

"Too Young"

Two times Blitzfire and Scarlett had explained the plan to Toxic. But she only remembered them saying something about “using the heavy stuff” and rescue Duke. That was all she could remember as she drove towards the abandoned Jordanian Army training base at the north edge of the city. She was driving the heaviest thing they had, a British defender land rover. It even had a little British flag flying from the antenna. She thought “heavy” meant a tank or something. She liked the land rover, it was a tough and noble vehicle. But she felt like she was going on a safari, not attacking a base full of bad guys.

“This is not a tank” Toxic said to Blow Torch.

“What was your first clue?” Blow Torch grumbled. “Stop bitching… Scarlett and Kidd are in a jeep.”

Toxic looked in the rear-view mirror and saw Scarlett and Kidd behind her in a jeep with a mounted 50 cal.

The radio crackled “Toxic… please be careful and follow the plan” came over the radio. It was Scarlett’s voice. Toxic grabbed the radio mic before Blow Torch.

“Fuck the plan… just follow me” Toxic replied putting the mic back. “Can’t remember the plan anyhow…” she admitted to Blow Torch.

“We were to peacefully approach the gate…” Blow Torch started to remind Toxic.

“Fuck that… Duke is in there… I know it.” Toxic said as she saw the base entrance up ahead. She pressed the gas pedal to the floor. The engine revived up and the land rover was moving.

“You are going to kill us!!” Blow Torch yelled.

“No” Toxic said with a smile and turned Blow Torch and kissed him on the cheek. “I want to get you in bed. If you are dead, that won’t work!!”

Blow Torch checked his weapons “Now THAT is how to motivate a team member!”

Toxic pressed a tape into the tape player in the vehicle that was labeled “American Music”.

“Let’s Dance!” Toxic said.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LnwsrU0eK0

The first song was “Too Young” by Nate King Cole. It was not the right song for a battle, but Toxic turned the volume up as the car reached 70 MPH!

She smashed into the metal gate and luckily it went flying high into the air. Gun fire burst out all over the base. Everyone shooting at the land rover.

“NOT ABANDONED” Toxic yelled over the music. “DO YOUR THING!”

Blow Torch’s 50 cal came up from the floor board. The huge gun was pointed out the right side window. The sound of it firing echoed in the car. But it was taking out people shooting at them from the right side. Scarlett and Kidd needed to worry about the left side. Suddenly, Toxic saw a man standing in the road shooting right at them.

“I GOT THIS!” Toxic yelled

The front bumper smashed the man into two pieces. One piece crashed into the front window and bounced over the car. Another part went under the car followed by a thump, thump, thump sound. “AHHH THAT FELT GOOD!” Toxic said.

With the music blaring Toxic notice a few people running to one building. Fortifying it. She swerved the vehicle towards that building.

“THAT IS WHERE HE IS!” Toxic declared. She smashed into another guy trying to stop them. Blood splashed up alongside the car. "WE'RE GOING TO GIVE THIS BABY A BATH!" Toxic smiled as she patted the steering wheel with one hand. “I LIKE THIS CAR!” She added. Then she aimed the car right at the front door of the building. She slowed down to 20 MPH, but it was still going to be a major impact.

“I HOPE YOUR WEARING YOUR SEAT BELT!!” She yelled and crashed the car through the door. That stopped the car… and killed the engine of the rover.

“This is how you treat things you like?” Blow Torch asked as he grabbed his flame thrower.

Toxic turned off the music and pulled out her two colt 45s. “Yep!”

 

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"That girl's crazy" Scarlett smirked as we watched them floor it into the compound. Instantly we were opened up on. It was a blur to me as I spun around, letting it rip with the .50 cal. The links were longer, 250 rounds. Enough for me to take down several threats, even if they were trying to hide behind some of this concrete, cinderblock and mud walls. I couldn't see humans, just dark shapes and rounds cracking by my head. My mount was in the open with no chicken shield. Toxic and her vehicle came to a screeching stop where they dismounted and rushed inside. We were still rolling in. Scarlett gave it a hard left turn with the brakes, spinning us almost a full 360, throwing up a wall of dust. By then, my gun was dry. "Bail!" the redhead screamed, taking her rifle and a bag of goodies with her as he jumped out of the Jeep. Grabbing my M3 and another bag, I jumped from the Jeep and followed Scarlett close behind.

We weren't going after Toxic. We were going a different route. To the roof to secure the area. We were taking fire from all sides. If we all went in, they would have this building surrounded and we couldn't fight our way out.

Toxic called out to us, "We're beginning our search!"

"Right. We're heading to the roof" Scarlett said as a round cracked over her head. "Fuck!"

The building we were in was once a former headquarters building. It had many rooms and many hallways. Toxic and them went down a hall looking for the stairs to the basement, we were looking for the way up. We found a twisting stairwell going up and followed it. As we were approaching the second floor, Scarlett, in the lead, saw a pair of boots. She fired her rifle without thinking. It was just a reaction. It wasn't one of us. It was one of Baroness's goons. The figure crumbled and lay there, a large pool of blood forming around his body. We continued going up. As I passed the body, the door next to him began to open. Immediately I threw my body against it, slamming it shut. Whomever it was on the other end tried shoving it back, screaming something I didn't understand. Stabbing my boots into the floor, I yelled back and somehow summoned the strength to push back. The door closed. Stepping back, my carbine raised, I fired five shots into the door. There was a scream and then a thud followed by silence.

"Good work!" Scarlett said. "Let's go."

Up. Up. Up we went to the fifth floor and then the roof. Kicking open the door, she went left and I went right. We caught five men in the open and gunned them down before they realized we were there. Keying her radio, Scarlett tried to inform Toxic we had secured the roof, but all we got was static. "The building must be blocking our signal. Keep firing. If they can't hear our voices, they can hear our bullets."

"Right" twisting the selector switch on my carbine to automatic, I dropped to one knee and fired away.

Down Below

"AUGH! AUUUGH! ACK NO MORE!" screamed Duke, face blood red, eyes rolling back as his legs shook uncontrollably. He couldn't see as his eyes were waterlogged, body lathered in sweat, veins popping. It was a pain he had never felt before, like his life was being drained from him. And it was, in a sense.

Baroness was using his greatest weakness against him, a horny woman. She had asked for the weaknesses of his team and in the haze following orgasms, Duke was spilling out words that made no sense to him. Baroness kept at it, working his shaft like a flute.

He came multiple times and just when he thought he was done, Baroness would come back, splash him with water, and go right back to sucking him off. He would cum in her mouth and spit it out in disgust on to her chest. 'Americans' she thought. 'So eager and yet so weak. No stamina' as a weak stream of cum leaked from Duke's red rod. "Now, tell me more about Toxic" Baroness said. When Duke only panted for air, she slapped his cock and he screamed.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic and Blow Torch

Toxic moved like the combat veteran. Only someone that really knew her, could tell she was intoxicated. She was still in her middle east outfit, a silky top with mid length sleeves, long skirt. The top was tight enough to show off her large breasts. Her veil was up and a blond strand of hair had fallen into her face across her steel blue eyes.

Her blonde hair and the two colt .45 guns revealed she was not some passive Arab woman. Blow Torch following behind her was another clue. As guards opened doors and stepped into the passageway, she shot them before they could fire a round.

She reached a large corrugated steel door. “This is it” She claimed “lit it up” She told Blow Torch as she pulled it open.

A stream of fire sprayed into the room… that then turned into a giant fireball. Both Blow Torch and Toxic were thrown backwards. Black smoke filled the passageway.

“I guess not” Toxic said, getting back on her feet.

“Fuck” Blow Torch gasped as Toxic grabbed his hand and helped pull him up.

“The smoke… cough … is a great cover… cough” Toxic said struggling to breathe.

“Now I know… cough… where you go your code name… cough… Toxic!” Blow Torch said as they headed down the passageway. In the black smoke, Toxic saw a door opened ahead of them. A woman in a black clad, skin tight outfit came out… then the figure disappeared in the black smoke.

“OH NO, YOU DON’T BITCH” Toxic yelled. There was a cocky look in her eyes as she emptied both .45s down the passageway where the figure had disappeared. There was no way someone could avoid all the rounds she fired.

Then she ran into the door way the figure had opened. It was a stairwell, and the air in it was not smoky yet. Blow torch followed.

Toxic reloaded her guns as she ran into the basement. As she burst into the basement, she was met with a hail of bullets. She twisted and dove onto the floor. A bullet caught her in her left shoulder. Toxic realized The Baroness had set up an ambush in the basement for any rescuers. She had fallen right in her trap and now laid exposed on the floor! The next shot fired would kill her.

What The Baroness had not counted on was Blow Torch. A flame thrower was a great weapon for a situation like this! He spray flames at the two gunmen hiding behind the wooden crates. The crates burst into flames.

This gave Toxic the seconds she needed. She got up and ran around the crates. The ambushers were crouching behind the crates. She killed both of them.

“Fuck” She said as she grabbed her shoulder. “I hate getting shot!”

“You, ok” Blow torch asked as he ran to her.

“Yes” She lied. “Let’s get Duke”

They entered the room the ambushers were guarding and found Duke naked and tied up. His dick was flaming red and looked abused. He was not conscious.

They untied him. Blow Torch supported his right side, while Toxic his left. They got him into the stairwell. They headed up. They heard the shooting from the roof, Blow Torch said. “They are on the roof, let’s keep going up this stairwell.”

“The Baroness is on the first floor. You take Duke… I’ll kill her!” Toxic said.

“NO” Blow Torch said firmly. “You will not make it! And you promised me some bedroom time!”

Toxic knew Blow Torch was right. The mission was to rescue Duke, not kill The Baroness. “I HATE getting shot” She complained as they continued up to the roof.

The Baroness

She had learned all the weakness of Duke’s team. She knew their command structure and how they operated. The information was invaluable.

There was one problem. All that information was going to disappear once she died. That BITCH, Toxic, had hit her right leg as she was escaping. The CUNT had used a .45 caliber bullet. Her leg wound was bad. She could not use it. To add to her problems, the passageway was full of black smoke. It was hard to breath. She could not stand… so she was pulling her body down the passageway. Her last thought was “I’m not going to make it.” and she passed out.