Gi Joe Cold War

I went through several banana magazines against those guys down below. When the carbine clicked, it became instinct to just rip it out and slam another one in. Directly below me were our vehicles. Several guards made runs to get to them to either steal or get on that .50. Each time they were shot down. There were many bodies scattered around them, couldn't count them all as the rush battle was so consuming. Scarlett was hoping from corner to corner, firing her M1 Garand at anything she could see. If someone was cowering behind cover, she would throw a grenade onto them. Terrific bangs rattled the face of the building until one guttural one shook us to the building's foundation.

"What was that?" I called out.

"I don't know" Scarlett replied. "It came from inside the building." She tried to hail Toxic or Blowtorch, still nothing on the radio. "Damn. If this keeps up, we may have to go in there and find them."

Finally, there was a faint voice in the static. "We got Duke!" It was coming from Toxic as they climbed the stairs.

"YES!" screamed Scarlett more out of emotion rather than connection to Duke. This meant that Toxic and Blowtorch were also alive. "We got the roof secured. Head to the vehicles and we'll join you."

"Right!" Toxic replied.

"Come on, Kid! We're out of here!" Scarlett shouted. Being so caught up in the fight, she had to grab my shoulder and pull me away to get me to follow her. I don't know where Baroness got her people from, but there were a lot of them. We shot down many in our rooftop defense and yet there were more and more coming out of the woodwork. It might take an aerial bomb or some napalm to clear this area of some many targets.

Getting to the stairwell, we skipped three to four steps at a time, jumping to the landings. There was black smoke rolling up the walls. We coughed but forced our way through it as with each step the smoke thickened.

What we didn't know was, that trap Baroness had laid was caused several small fires in the basement. Unchecked they formed together to make one large fire and was eating away at anything flammable. Now it was spreading to the rafters, fed by the air flowing through the open stairwells.

The five of us met on the ground floor just inside the main door. Rounds continued to crack outside. "Duke! You okay?" asked Scarlett as she saw the man limp, suspended on the shoulders of his teammates. "What happened to him?"

"I don't know" responded Blowtorch. "We'll figure it out later. Let's get the hell out of here!"

Scarlett and I led the way. We came out weapons blazing. A round went through the sleeve of my blouse and came out the elbow. Didn't hurt me. Another hit my bag and broke several empty magazines. We reached our Jeep and I climbed onto the .50 cal, slapped in another belt, and went to work firing in bursts at everything around us.

The people around us were yelling in a mixture of English and Jordanian that was difficult for us to interpret. Were they locals or foreign mercenaries?

Rather than being gentle, Blowtoch and Toxic had to shove Duke into the backseat. That's when he came back, screaming from the pain.
 
The Get Away

Scarlett did not waste anytime as the jeep surged forward. Kidd stood up and manned the .50 Cal. He swung the gun around and released a short burst at one attacker. No more shooting came from that direction. Blow Torch was on the opposite side, traded his flame thrower for a M1. Toxic was holding Duke and trying not to puck. It is one thing to drive when you are drunk… it is another to be a passenger.

Scarlett sped out of the broke front gate and eased into the street traffic.

“We made it” Toxic said in relief.

“Not yet” Scarlett corrected her. There were two cars coming out of the old training base chasing them. Scarlett tried to put more distance between her and them, but traffic was heavy. She weaved in and out of traffic, getting the usual Mideast response in words and honks. There were even some people telling her with their gestures that she was 'number one'. Somehow the two chasing cars were able to stay with her.

"Get down” She warned everyone. Everyone ducked, including Kidd.

As bullets impacted the rear of the jeep. Scarlett began swerving wildly while also keeping the jeep at high speed. "oohhh, i don't feel good" Toxic moaned.

Kidd yelled "I got this” and stood back up. He brought the .50 cal around. The other drivers on the road saw the machine gun and swerved or braked to get out of the way.

Kidd opened fire, ripping the first chasing car into pieces. Steam poured out of the car as he rupture the engine’s cooling system. The continued to chase them. Then Kidd changed tactics, sighted in on the driver and opened fire on him. The car suddenly jerked and turned hard to the left where the wheel caught, sending the car airborne as it tumbled and smashed into the pavement over and over before it finally came to a halt upside down to the sounds of screeching metal.

The other chasing vehicle fired at Kidd. He ducked back down again. “Hang on” Scarlett yelled as she swerved across three lanes and took a narrow side street at high speed, causing the tires to squeal in protest.

“I’m going to be sick!” Toxic moaned and power pucked out the side of the Jeep as Scarlett turned into the street. The last car chasing them tried to follow. It made it across the three lanes of traffic but as it turned into the side street the car hit Toxic’s puck. The wheels lost traction for a moment. But it was just long enough for the car to miss the narrow side street and slam into the corner of the building.

“Well, that's one way to take out a chasing car!” Scarlett laughed as she headed for the America Embassy.
 
We went onto the grounds of the embassy and pulled up to the main building. Duke was passed out and had to be carried inside. The rest of us dismounted and inspected the Jeep. To our surprise, there were thirty holes or dents in the frame caused by enemy fire. Two of them struck ammo cans that were tied down at my feet. If those things weren't there, the bullets would have gone into my feet.

"Whew," Blowtorch exclaimed, "That was a fun! Hadn't had this kind of fun since Normandy!"

"I could use a drink!" Toxic exclaimed.

"I agree!" replied Blowtorch said. The two were arm in arm going into the building before Blowtorch grabbed Toxic's backside.

Watching them go, Scarlett and I looked at each other and shook our heads. We had accomplished our objective, saved Duke, and gutted the Baroness' plans. We didn't know if she was alive or not. Without a body we couldn't claim her as dead. That's what we reported to Blitzfire, at least Scarlett and I did after depositing our weapons in the armory. Blowtorch and Toxic were 'busy' at the moment.

Duke was suffering from delirium caused by acute dehydration with signs of torture. He was hooked up to an IV drip. A doctor examined him and found other signs of torture, most of it was around his crotch. He would be out of it for at least a couple of days. After that, I didn't know what the process was for liberated prisoners. That was a job for our bosses.

Still, Scarlett and I were excited and relieved that Duke was safe even though we only tolerated him. He was a teammate, one of us. If any of us were in that position, you bet your ass Duke would stop at nothing to get us out of there. He was many things, but he was also loyal, loyal to the team.

"Come on, Kidd," Scarlett said. "Let's get some coffee".

In the dining hall, we sat facing each other slowly downing a mug of scalding coffee. Even though it was government coffee, it was still refreshing as we tried to relive the past few hours. "How'd it feel rocking that .50?" she asked.

"That was fun" I replied with a smile. "I've never had to fire like that before, in traffic."

"Good thing you're a better shot" she smiled.

Then things became rather serious, "What do you think will happen to us now?" I asked.

Scarlett's face dropped, "I don't know, Kidd. I really don't know."
 
Toxic

The Embassy doctor had patched up the bullet wound in Toxic shoulder. Given her some pain killers, ordered her to go to bed and drink lots of fluids to help her body replace the blood she lost.

That was why Blow Torch and Toxic were in bed together. Following the doctor’s orders, Toxic was getting ready to drink lots of fluids. She hauled out Blow Torch’s truly magnificent cock. It was a big one, with a circumcised bulbous head and heavy balls.

Being polite, Blow Torch had his hand on Toxic’s pussy. Slowly rubbing it.

Toxic dove right for his crotch. She took in his stiff, aching cock. She marveled at just how thick and hard he was. Her lips stretched around his cock shaft as her tongue licked at the head and shaft.

She wanted to give Blow Torch him the best blow job he ever had in his lifetime. Her tongue was swirling, as she was sucking like the hungriest cocksucker in the world. The sounds of a wet, sloppy, slurpy blow job filled the bedroom.

Within a minute, Blow Torch was holding Toxic head tighter, his hips were thrusting with a more determined feeling and she knew that he would soon be sending cum to her hungry mouth. With a bit of a shout/grunt, he pushed her head down hard and she felt his eruption as his cock twitched over and over. It was a big load and Toxic swallowed every last drop.

Vice Admiral Twain and General Colton

The two senior officers had agreed to meet at the officer’s club at Fort Belvoir just outside of Washington DC. They sat alone in a large wood paneled room in leather chairs. Each smoked a cigar and had whiskeys.

“We need to do something about Duke’s team” He said to General Colton. “They have gone rogue”

“From the reports I have read, your agent, the one you placed on my team for “oversight”, is the problem.” General Colton pointed out calmly.

“Yep” The Admiral agreed “She is a problem.”

Both men were quiet for a moment. Enjoying their cigars, thinking.

“You know, they have been effective” General Colton stated.

“The Korean action was amazing. Middleeast stuff has met with mixed results. However, I do agree with you.” Admiral admitted.

Again, both men were quiet and thoughtful.

“Can’t have them going rogue however” Admiral reminded the General.

“Rogue is a harsh word. We can’t totally control these encounters. We are not there. Duke’s team achieved the mission objectives. As long as they meet mission goals, we can’t and I argue we don’t want to know what they are doing.” General Colton suggested.

The Admiral looked puzzled for a moment until he understood what the General was saying.

“Plausible deniability?” He said back to General Colton.

General Colton nodded in agreement.

“Hmmm” Vice Admiral Twain replied “But they defied a recall order. Something needs to happen.”

“Agree” General Colton said.

Both men were quiet and thinking again.

“How about sending the team to South America. Nothing going on there and it is stinking hot and humid.” Vice Admiral Twain suggested.

“Perfect!” General Colton agreed.
 
Our group broke up. I went to my room, just a small one with enough space for a bed, an end-table with a cheap lamp that lit only half the room, after securing my weapons in the armory. Sitting on the edge of the bed, kicking off the boots, there was a long time to sit and reflect. Everything was a blur. I couldn't recall a single detail of what had transpired. For a moment, I questioned whether or not the raid even happened. The adrenalin was wearing off so now my hands shook. Gripping both knees tightly stopped the shaking.

Knock knock

"Yes?"

Gently opened the door. A figure slipped in, closing the door behind. At first I thought it to be Toxic. She was in the wrong room if she was seeking some hanky-panky. My eyes widened in surprise to see the figure moving forward and sat beside me was not the lustful blonde, but the redhead, Scarlett.

Without a word she sat beside me on the edge of the bed, so close that I was staring into her emerald eyes. She was still in her dirty, sweaty, fatigues. Our eyes were locked, me wondering why she was here and Scarlett, seemed to be somewhere else. Without a word she leaned in and kissed my lips, arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders. Trying to pull back only made her pull me back. As an added incentive, her slippery eel was shoved between my clenched teeth and down my throat.

Scarlett's hands broke apart, sliding down the shoulders and down to the stomach before going between my legs. She gave it a light squeeze before her long, slender fingers undid the belt, opened the fly, and reached in. When her fingers grasped that firm members, she pulled back, eyes widened slightly. That's when we locked eyes once more. There was a flash between us, a moment of clarity. Scarlett froze, as did I, her hand still holding on. Not a word was spoken between us, just us looking at each other. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't lie, I had fantasized about having a moment like this. But this was out of place. Scarlett's emerald eyes looked down for a moment, then back at me, a smile slowly peeling on her half-pursed lips. She kissed me again, this time it was just a peck before leaning back with a smile.

Perhaps that was a cue of sorts. Scarlett was committed, so it seems. But why? Now was not a time for questions. If it were Toxic or Duke in this situation, they wouldn't question it. They would just go down on the person. Only a fool would let this pass up. Then I wondered, what would happen in our professional relationship? Perhaps seeing me starting to drift, Scarlett gave me a squeeze.

Go for it!

I kissed her back, wrapping my right arm around her back to the opposite hip, drawing her in, the other touched her thigh then moved to her belt.
 
Toxic

Toxic slept well that night and was feeling better in the morning. She woke up when Blow Torch asked "Want some breakfast?” He pushed the sheet down off his body. His throbbing erection sticking straight up. That big cock drew Toxic towards it. Until her face was inches away from the engorged shaft. She reached forward, wrapped her hand as far around the hot thick shaft as it would go.

"Mmmmmm," She purred as she stroked his cock some. Then she started at the base of his thick shaft and slowly licked her way up. When she got near the top, she rolled her tongue slowly over his sensitive hot flesh. Wanting more, she drew the tip further towards her mouth, slipped her lips completely over the engorged flared crown, and started sucking enthusiastically.

"Oh yes” Blow Torch moaned. She was stroking his thick shaft with both hands as she pumped his cock into her mouth. After just a few minutes, she felt his cock get that extra bit of rigidity just before orgasm. She flicked her eyes down and saw his balls drawing up in the protective sack.

"OH YEAHHHHHHHH....." he moaned in a low drawn-out way, "OH FUCK.....HERE YOU GO." His cock twitched and then she felt a big gush as his cum erupted forcefully against the roof of her mouth.

"Mmmmmm," She mewed in satisfaction as the silky warm cream flooded her mouth. Wanting every drop, she drew the seed deep into the back of her mouth and swallowed hungrily. It felt exquisite as his warm fresh cum slithered smoothly down her throat into her welcoming stomach.

“Damn your good," Blow Torch said as he continued to unload into her sucking mouth. She swallowed a second, and then a third time as his spewing load filled her mouth. Her jacking hands pumped back and forth along his pulsing cock as she pumped out the last few shots right onto her tongue. Finally, sensing she’d gotten as much of his precious seed out of him as she could, she slowed her milking hands and just sucked softly at the oozing tip.

"Was that good?" Blow Torch asked as he lay there contentedly with his arms crossed behind his head, a soft smile of satisfaction on his face.

"Yes” Toxic replied as she slipped her lips off the tip and rubbed his warm cock all around her face. "Do...do you have a second load for me?" She asked hopefully.

1 Hour Later

Toxic and the team were on a telephone call with the pentagon. It was on speaker phone so everyone could hear.

“Normally, I would court-martial all of you.” Vice Admiral Twain said in a firm voice. “However, instead I’m putting you all in for The Distinguished Service Cross for valor, awarded for extraordinary heroism while engaged in action against an enemy of the United States.”

Toxic and the team could not believe it. Then the Admiral continued.

“Duke, we have a small situation come up and need your team in South America as soon as possible.” He ordered.

“We leave today?” Duke asked, still recovering from his torture.

“Yes! You’ll be the squad commander. I’ll be adding one or two people to your team. Oh, one is a brit medic, and he is a pacifist” The Admiral explained.

“That rich!” Toxic commented in disgust.

“TOXIC, shut up! Can’t be helped.” The Admiral explained.

“What about the Baroness… and Destro?” Toxic asked

“Blitzfire team will handle it from here” The Admiral replied. “Now, Duke, your team will be briefed on the flight. OH, AND DON’T FUCK UP THIS ASSIGNMENT!” The Admiral warned everyone. “Blitzfire… you will continue the mission in Jordan.”

“Aye, Aye, sir” Blitzfire replied
 
It was without thinking. Her hand squeezed as mine undid her belt as my lips kissed the back of her neck, tip of the tongue gliding over the surface, sending a shiver up her body. When her buckle came loose, rather than going down and fingering her pussy, I wanted to go up and touch her chest. Tugging at her undershirt, Scarlett knew where it was going and didn't resist. If anything she undid the buttons on her blouse with her free hand to help me. When my cold hand touched her stomach she shivered then the fingers touched the base of her chest and her eyes lit up. Cupping my hand over her mound, I had it, some of her breast in my hand that was housed in her bra. Giving it a squeeze, she bit her lower lip and squeezed my base in return. First time touching a woman's chest, it was firm with a bit of give, like stiff bread dough. Giving it a few more squeezes, Scarlett moaned slightly. We had to be cautious and not make any noise for there were people walking past the room, their shadows moved under the edge of the door.

I wasn't sure what to do next. Scarlett did. She pushed me gently on the shoulder onto the bed. Laying down and pulling my legs in to stretch them out, my rod flopped onto my stomach as the redhead slowly straddled me, arched her back, and slipped her blouse off her torso, casting it aside, followed by her sweat soaked undershirt and then her bra, letting her massive melons dangle as she leaned down and kissed me. Her breasts were much larger than I expected, perhaps even rivaling Toxic's. I couldn't measure them, but they were much bigger than my hands and her nipples were quarter-sized. We started to makeout on the bed, her kisses sloppy, moaning into my mouth, breasts pressed against my chest, her hands running through my hair as her pelvis rubbed onto my rod. Pulling back a bit, we looked into each others eyes. Scarlett had this look in her, a glance down and then at me as she worked her lower body. It was a look of 'You like it?' and I nodded.

It was going to get better. We made out some more. With her belt loose, my hands slid into them and around the curvature of her backside. It was cold. I was surprised. And her ass was big, perhaps only a few inches larger than her hips. It was hard to tell as she normally wore baggy clothes to hide her figure. She giggled as my fingers dug into the flesh of her ass. Pulling back once more, she brushed some hair from her face before furrowing an eyebrow. She pulled back further. Then slid off my body entirely. Without a word she was at my feet where the glow of the light-bulb was at its limits. There was only a faint outline of her head and shoulders. Narrowing my eyes to try and see clearly, her hands appeared and grasped the base of my shaft. Pouting her lips, Scarlett kissed the head before placing her chin at its base. There was a stifled gasp as she realized its length ran up, arced over her nose and the head rested just above her eyebrows. Her eyes were wide and a smile appeared, flashing her white teeth.

Holding the base to keep it in place, Scarlett wet her lips, looked at me and nodded before lowering her lips to the head, giving it a kiss before slowly, nervously, opened her mouth and letting it in. The flat of her tongue touching the bottom of the shaft sent a shiver up my spine. I watched with eyes wide, hands gripping the edges of the bed, as she went to work, trying to take as much of it as possible. She tried but when the head reached the back of her throat she coughed it up, coating the head in saliva. Trying again, she got a little deeper but still coughed it up. Toxic made it look easy. With a worried look, Scarlett realized she couldn't gobble it so she tried her best, licking the base and its length, holding the knob in her mouth.

Then she stood up. In the shadows there was the heavy thud, the unmistakable thud of boots hitting the floor followed by the rustle of fabric. Scarlett appeared, crawling up me, eyes locked to mine. She now entirely naked, her fun bags dragging up my body. We were back together, lips locked as her right hand reached between us, grasping the member. I could feel the head slapping her flesh then came a grunt, the gritting of teeth as Scarlett pressed the fat head against her wet, dripping lips and fed it inside. There was a sharp intake then a gasp as she realized how big it was that she leaned back as it popped out. She tried again, rising onto her knees. This time the head went in and it stayed in as she lowered herself back onto it, her weight pressing the shaft deeper until it became painful. With a smile and a grunt, Scarlett went back to her grinding as we locked lips, my hands on her ass. She giggled into my ear, brushing her red hair from her face several times. It was now quite humid in the room that sweat was forming on our bodies and it was becoming hard to breathe. Still we kept at it before Scarlett wanted me on top of her.

We switched position, she on her back, me on top. Her right arm tucked under her breasts to keep them from flopping all over the place. Taking it in hand and rubbing the slick head against her tight, pink pussy lips, Scarlett gave me a slight nod and I pressed it in. She gritted her teeth, eyes closed tight, left hand pawing at my chest. It went in and I started reciprocating at a slow pace.

She nearly cried, each push forced the air from her lungs. Eyes rolling back. Her hands grabbed my shoulders, pulled my in and gave a powerful hung. Her toned legs wrapped around my waist and ankles locked behind so I wasn't going anywhere.

It wasn't long before I felt the urge, the flow of blood to the nether regions. Scarlett knew it was coming as her eyes opened and she nodded. I gave one good push, the walls inside wrapping tightly around my member when the first powerful spurt of thick white jizz shot out and filled her cavity. Her mouth open to its fullest extend, Scarlett slapped a palm into her mouth to prevent a scream from escaping as more cum spurted inside, filling her. I didn't think cumming would be like this as it felt like electricity flowing through my body. Scarlett sat up and wrapped her arms tightly around me, unwilling to let go.

A short time later, we were laying together on the bed. Still not a word spoken between us. We kissed as her hand stroked my chest. But we knew that it had to end. Chances are someone was looking for us. Plus the air was foul and stifling. Scarlett sat up and slowly dressed herself. I watched her and when she was fully dressed she gave me a kiss to the lips and then the cheek before heading to the door. Opening the door just a sliver, she looked back, smiled, and walked up.

An Hour Later

As we were getting our briefing, Scarlett had a smirk on her lips. She gave me a subtle bump with her hip.

We were on the next leg of our journey, an H-13 Chickasaw landed on the embassy's helipad and whisked the four of us out of there to the airport where we would board a flight in Paris that would take us first to Portugal and then Cuba before the last leg was to Rio.

Duke, as team leader, was given files of our mission and our two new teammates that we would meet in Rio. They had already been working there.

I wanted to talk to Scarlett over what happened but we simply didn't have the time nor the privacy. She wasn't rejecting me. In fact she would give subtle bumps and winks when no one was looking. I was relieved.

"Our first member is Carl W. Greer, named Doc. He was a medic during the war. Then used his GI benefits to become a doctor in medicine. He's been working a clinic in Rio as a front to gather information on these drugs and what they're doing to people."

"Drugs?" I asked. "What are drugs?"

"It's not Asprin" Scarlett spoke up. "These are lethal weapons in and of themselves. The Nazis had this one drug called D-IX, it was a mixture of heroine, cocaine and other things that was designed to keep a soldier 'stimulated'.

"There are more natural ways of keeping a soldier 'stimulated'" giggled Toxic.

"Quite. But this stuff here was said to make soldiers near invincible, sometimes taking point-blank rifle shots three or four times and still kept going."

"Is that what we're after?" I asked.

"No" replied Duke. "But it's similar. Doc says more patients are coming in with addictions to these and other drugs."

"Who's the other member?" I asked.

"Lady Jaye" Duke said. "She's a master of disguise. She's been infiltrating the gangs to find their dealers and suppliers. She's going to be meeting us at the airport."

When our plane landed, we stepped out of the terminal in the warmth that was Brazil. The gorgeous place, a city lined with lush green around with a bright blue sky and birds was a sight to behold considering where we came from.

On the street curb a car honked followed by a palm slapping the roof, "Hey! You Duke?" asked this woman with short, curled hair and cap.

"Who's asking?" the man replied.

"Lady Jaye!" she smiled. "I take it this your team? Good. Hop on in and I'll take you to our place." The woman was wearing green fatigues that were about a size too small that showed off everything and an ridiculously large hat. "Master of disguise, huh?" Toxic rolled her eyes.
 

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Toxic

The team piled into the car with Jaye in it. It was a little tight but everyone fit. The car drove right into the heart of the city. The city was sprawling and dynamic. Unlike anything Toxic had seen before. People walking around in suits, casual cloth and some women in bikinis!

Duke’s head was looking back and forward everytime he saw another bikini! Toxic just shook her head thinking “the old Duke was back”. There were food stands on a sidewalk, bars, shops and lots of music. The biggest thing Toxic noticed was everyone seemed to be having fun. There was an air of unbridled enthusiasm.

The car pulled up to a beautiful hotel facing the Copacabana beach. The team got out of the car and grabbed their bags.

“WOW!!” Toxic said looking at the beautiful golden sand beach. “I like this assignment already!!” She said as they all went inside to get their rooms.
 
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"You'll like this place" giggled Lady Jaye. "This place has everything. Green, sand, babes, and surf. Most of the people here are open and friendly," as we drove by a line of people waiting at a food cart. "The only real problem is the drugs. The tropical environment is perfect to grow the ingredients for the stuff. There are quite a few slums as well. It's not Heaven. But close to it. For the poor here, there's no real prospects for jobs so they join the drug trade, making, selling, running, it's all they can do. There are frequent clashes with the police."

"What about Doc?" Duke asked as we approached the hotel.

"He'll be joining us later tonight, when he finishes with his work at the clinic," Lady Jaye explained. "He knows you're here. And he says he has a lot to show you." As we pulled up in front of the elegant hotel, we disembarked as the vallet was handed the keys. Taking our luggage we walked in and were flushed with cool air conditioning. The hotel was five-stars. There was a jungle inside the hotel! There were birds in the trees and vines that grew along the walls, giving it the tropical look all around.

Taking an elevator up to our top floor rooms, the walls of the car were clear allowing us to look down at the jungle canopy that was formed in the reception area with birds flocking in small groups around. "This is beautiful" gasped Scarlett.

Leaning beside her, Lady Jaye flipped the bill on her cap, "Oh, yes. It is. This is what the people hold on to. The jungle and the beach. They like to live like southern Californians. They live for today, not tomorrow."

The car reached the top floor. Taking the keys from her breast pocket, Lady Jaye twirled them on her finger tip, "Good news is, each of you get your own rooms." Tossing one set to Scarlett and one to Toxic, Lady Jaye pointed to the rooms on either side of her, "These two are yours. Kidd, you get the next one," tossing me a third set. "Duke, you get your own!" pursing her lips. We knew that look.

"I'll get freshened up and see you guys at the briefing" I said to the others and headed for my room. The others waved. For Duke, Lady Jaye couldn't keep her eyes off him. She opened the door and eagerly beckoned him inside. Closing the door, she skipped to the bay windows and threw the curtains open before taking a deep breath, "Ah. I never get tired of this place."

Dropping his bag on his king-sized bed, Duke looked at this shapely woman from beside as she slowly sway her hips from left to right, wrapped in a size-too small fatigues. "So, I heard that you were undercover in the trade?"

"Oh, yes. For awhile" she said, spinning about and leaning against the window frame.

"So, what are your skills?" Duke asked.

"I can suck your dick!" Lady Jaye smiled.
 
Toxic

Toxic freshened up and headed back down to the lobby. There she found the bar… and ordered a drink, a Caipirinha. It is made with fermented sugarcane juice (cachaça), lime and brown sugar. She drank a few of them before it was time to go to the briefing.

She walked over to the small briefing room. There was a guard outside, that waved her inside. Once inside, she scanned the room, and saw the team and a few people she did not know. The people she did not know were looking at the drink in her hand. She smiled and raised the glass and took a big drink. She was sure she was making a BAD first impression.

A man seated in the first row was in his mid-thirties. Blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a dark suit. The guy was a spook. Worked for some three-letter agencies, CIA, DIA, NSA, … some place like that.

Next to him was a very fit black soldier. Black hair and dark eyes. That had to be the medic. Now that she saw him, she definitely wanted to fuck him. She had some trouble believing he was a pacifist. That would make her the aggressor in the bedroom. She liked being in charge, so she was looking forward to it. She sat next to him.

“Hi… Toxic” She introduced herself to him. He shook her hand “Doc” he replied “Nice entrance” He complimented her.

The spook guy got up and went to a small lectern. He had a small folder with him. He opened the folder. “Now that Toxic made it… we can begin.” He said. Then he cleared his voice. “You all know the drill, this is a covert op. No tracing it back to our country.

There is a group called The Crimson Vultures developing drugs for several purposes.” The man stated.

“A colorful name” Toxic joked to Doc.

“Toxic, pay attention” The man said. She just smiled and took another swig of her drink.

“The group sells drugs. They are a criminal organization involved in human trafficking, extortion, etc. A man named Max Diablos is their leader. Their main HQ is an abandoned psychiatric ward in the jungle.

Some of his drugs have interesting properties… like make soldiers near invincible.

Your cover story in the city is you want to build a new hotel. You plan to meet with an important investor in the jungle to help pay for it.

When you meet Max Diablos, the cover story is you want to set your selves up to run drugs to the US.

Your mission is to make contact, steal the drug formula, and then shutdown his operation. Questions?” The man asked.
 
Much to Lady Jaye's surprise, Duke turned her down. His attitude was more of a 'no, thanks' than a bitter rejection. She had heard of Duke and his 'appetite' towards virtually any woman he encountered. When she heard he was coming, she wanted to get a piece of that action. Much to her dismay, he didn't seem interested.

For Scarlett and I, we had just a few minutes before going down to the briefing. I stepped out just as Lady Jaye was leaving Duke's room. She didn't notice me. She seemed to be in her own world. Knocking gently on the door, Scarlett answered, smiled, and beckoned me in. "How's it going?"

"Allright. You?"

The redhead smiled, "I'm doing allright. We only got five minutes before we have to be at the briefing. But, hopefully when this is done we can talk a bit more." She gave me a hug and then pinched my backside. It was a relief. For awhile I was worried that Scarlett would either be ashamed or dismissive of me, that our romp was just like one of Duke's flings, just to relieve stress. Not so. She seemed interested if not eager. So when she pinched me, I felt compelled to pinch her back on her backside. She jumped and giggled before pulling me in close to whisper, "We have to be careful about this. We can't let the others know. Otherwise they may try to break us up."

"Duke does this stuff all the time" I replied.

"Yeah. But Duke gets results, so Command is willing to overlook that. You and I, well, we don't have the same clout as Duke or Toxic does."

"I understand" I replied.

She gave me another hug, chin on my shoulder to whisper, "By the way, you were incredible," her smile flashed with some teeth. "I didn't think it would feel like that, the way you, you know?" she then smiled, cheeks blushing red. "You have an impressive package. I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting it. And when you came inside me, I almost screamed."

"I'm glad you didn't" I chuckled. We wanted to continue this however we needed to get to the briefing.

After the briefing

Scarlett and I sat behind Toxic and Doc during the brief. When it was over, the team gathered together with Doc and Lady Jaye to go over the plan. "We should mix it up a bit" Duke said. "Let Kidd and Scarlett be the represenatives for the hotel with Doc and Lady Jaye as their assistants and guides of the area."

Doc pulled down his glasses a bit, "I'll have you know, Duke, the former hospital was deep in the jungle for a reason-it was so no one could hear the screams. The medical techniques used there are-primitive. There were rumors of lobotomies and other horrendous things. That's why the people of this area don't go there. They think it's cursed."

"They have every right to be scared" Lady Jaye wagged a finger. "That's where they not only make the stuff, but try it out on the locals."
 
Toxic and Doc

“And what will we be doing?” Toxic asked Duke.

“Back up and rescue force, in case the others get into trouble.” He said.

“That is different. But ok, I’ll bring a book to read.” Toxic replied. “I take it we’ll start heading into the jungle tomorrow. So, I plan to enjoy the beach and relax today. Doc, you want to help me pick out a nice bikini to wear?” Toxic asked Doc.

“Sure” He agreed. “Hotel has a shop in the lobby.”

“Thanks! I’d be very interested in which one you like best” Toxic replied and the two headed out to the lobby.

Toxic and Doc settled on a white bikini and headed out to the beach. The iconic beach was not too crowded this time of the year. So it was perfect for Doc and Toxic to get to know each other, go swimming, and do some people watching. Doc even talked Toxic into playing soccer in the sand.

Afterwards they moved to a kiosk off the beach to grab a cold drink. Doc asked Toxic “Well, I know about you, but what about the other team members?”

“Duke is a capable leader, but he loves the limelight and makes questionable choices. Over confident in his abilities. Scarlett is feisty but very capable. Pretty hard to get her out of her shell. But she is the smartest person on the team. Kidd is also capable. Always learning. He has a thing for Scarlett.”

“Thing?” Doc asked.

“I tried to take him to bed, but he was saving himself for Scarlett.” Toxic explained. “Ugh… that is kind of private, probably should not tell anyone.” She warned Doc.

“Are you trying to take me to bed?” Doc asked.

“Of course, silly” Toxic answered and they kissed.
 
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I took a small stack of papers up to my room to pour myself over, to gain the local intelligence. Lady Jaye and Doc had created a large web of connections and informants for this drug network. This drug that's being peddled has been such a disaster to the people that their federal government has deemed it a national emergency. Yet there was no way to contain it. It spread through the poor and the isolated areas of the country.

There I was, pouring myself over the paperwork in my room when there was a knock on the door. At first I thought, and was eager to see, if it was Scarlett. Instead it was the spunky Lady Jaye, leaning against the from the door with one hand, toothpick between her jaws. "Hey, Kid" she smiled. "Mind if I come in?"

"Sure" stepping aside.

She entered and closed the door. Walking over to my bed with the papers, she chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed. "Ah, the Tocantins Incident," touching the pages. "Glad to see someone is reading the briefings."

"What? No one else is?" I asked, coming over and sitting next to the pillows.

"Well, Doc and Toxic are out on the beach. Scarlett is in her room, and Duke, well, I think Duke is avoiding me."

"What makes you think that?" I asked.

Taking off her cap and fluffing her curled hair, she smiled, "When I heard that Duke was coming, I was excited. I've heard through rumors and like that he was a real man's man, you know? Be nice to get some of that." She then stared at me, cheeks blushed, "Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to put you down. I just, I just meant that he was someone I was looking forward to meeting."

Knowing Duke and his hunger for a good woman, "Why not just go over there and ask him?"

Tilting her head, Jaye smirked, "I tried. In fact, I tried to get him as soon as we got to his room. To my surprise, he turned me down."

That struck me hard. Lady Jaye was cute and all and if she's willing, Duke had to be crazy to reject her. Now confirming this, perhaps his captivity did a lot more to him than we previously thought.
 
Toxic and Doc

Toxic was on her knees sucking Doc’s big, black cock! It felt a little taboo to her. There had been more integration between whites and black since WWII, but it was still rare for a white woman to be with a black man. The sight of her small white hands stroking his big black cock just looked naughty.

She sucked on the head whilst running her hands up and down his shaft. She needed two hands to do the job properly and there was still room for another hand!

“Damn Toxic… you know how to suck a cock!” Doc moaned as he got more and more excited. Toxic increased the stroking of his big cock as her mouth sucked him harder.

“MMMM” Doc moaned. Toxic continued to suck for another few minutes before Doc announced that he was getting close.

"Shall I stop?" asked Toxic sounding a little disappointed.

"Keep sucking! Girl! I can cum multiple times.” Doc replied.

Toxic didn't wait another moment before putting Doc's cock back into her mouth and continuing sucking.

"Here it cums!" Doc shouted.

This just made Toxic speed up until he let out a moan of pleasure and she felt the first spurt of cum land on her tongue. She swallowed it and before she knew it another spurt landed at the back of her throat. Wave upon wave of cum was being released from Doc's cock into her mouth and she was struggling to swallow it all fast enough. After he had finished cumming a bit leaked out the side of her mouth. Toxic licked it up.

"MMM that was yummy!” Toxic moaned as she licked the last few drops from the tip of Doc's cock.

Doc pushed Toxic back on the bed, held her legs open. He pushed her white bikini to one side and started to lick her pussy. He loved pussy and showed his appreciation by pushing his face deep between her lips and darting his tongue in and out.

It felt amazing and Toxic was moaning in no time. Doc focused on her clit and soon Toxic’s pussy got close to having an orgasm, but Doc eased off.

When Toxic opened her eyes, she saw that he was hard again and was stroking his cock to full attention. He lay down on the bed beside her and told her to lower herself onto it and ride him.

Toxic straddled Doc and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her pussy lips, covering it with her juices. Then Toxic’s amazing ass and her pussy lips were parted by Doc's dark cock as she lowered herself onto him.

She took her time, rocking back and forth on his cock. It slowly disappeared inside her inch by inch. Toxic loved the feeling of the huge cock entering her, and had her orgasm as he was fully in her. Doc felt her lips contracting around his cock. He held her by the waist and thrust his cock inside her. The deep fucking prolonged her orgasm and made it more intense!

They continued fucking in this position for some time then Doc picked Toxic and put her on her back. He plowed his cock into her, deep and hard.

"Oh, oh, yes! YES! Fuck me Doc! Fuck me!" Toxic moaned

Doc thrust his final few thrusts into her and then his cock unloaded. Cuming deep inside Toxic's pussy. She could feel his cock pulsating and squirting into her. She joined him in orgasm as she came too.

Small drops of cum oozed out of her pussy, squeezing past Doc’s huge cock as her contractions continued. Then they both separated and relaxed.

"Thank Doc," Toxic said.

"Thank you, Toxic” Doc replied. He looked over at Toxic laying on the bed, her white bikini still on, but the bottom pushed to one side to expose her pussy.
 
"I don't know what to tell you" I said to Lady Jaye, shrugging my shoulders.

She pouted. "What about you? You interested in getting a hummer?" wagging her eyes.

"Sorry. I'm not really up for it right now," I said nervously.

"You men are all teases!" cried Lady Jaye. "Are you gay or something?"

"What? No!" I protested.

A knock on the door. *Knock Knock* Thank God, I thought. Let it be anyone. Going over and opening the door, it was Scarlett.

"Everything okay in here?" asked the redhead.

"Yeah," I said. "We were just talking."

"Oh? About what?" sliding past me into the room and towards Lady Jaye.

"About Duke" Lady Jaye just came out with it. "I thought he would be a little bit more open about it. I went and asked him if he would like to have some fun, and he turned me down!" still not understanding.

Scarlett smirked. "Well, that's because you just gave yourself to him," she said. "I've known him for years and what I know he likes, he likes a challenge. Think of it as 'hard to get'. He'll turn you down so you have to try harder to get him. Tease him. Flirt with him."

Thinking for a second, Lady Jaye smiled, "Ah. I get it. That makes it a bit of a challenge, eh? I like a challenge! Most of the guys around here are suckers anyway. Okay! I'll try it that way. Thanks, Red!" and flew past us and out the door.

Scarlett and I looked at each other and chuckled before she sat on the foot of my bed and I silently sat beside her. I could tell she had a lot on her mind. So did I. Wanting to be the first to speak, "About what happened..."

She placed a finger to my lips, "It's okay. I know what you want to say. I don't regret it" in a low tone, so others won't hear. "It's something I've wanted to do. You were brave out there. You're not like the other guys I've met. Certainly not Duke. But right now, we have to be careful. There's a lot of people trying to undo what we're doing. We don't need another excuse. So for right now, we have to keep this quiet, okay?"

Nodding to this, "What's going to happen afterwards?" I whispered back.

"I don't know" she admitted. "I really don't know. When we're done here, though, I'm going to ask for leave. I need to get away from this for awhile or else I'll go crazy" forcing a smile.

"Me too" sighing. A moment of silence hovered between us before Scarlett turned her head to me, kissed my cheek then walked out without a word.
 
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Toxic and Duke

Toxic step off the road into lush grass and made her way behind some huge ferns. She made a quick scan of her immediate surroundings, signaled "all clear" to Duke on the other side of the road. She brought the scope on her 50 cal “noiseless” barrett sniper rifle to her eye and scanned the jungle again. She saw nothing.

This morning, she and Doc had taken a shower together and had another fuck. She was starting to like the pacifist medic. Now she was kneeling behind some ferns. She listened to some strange birds discuss her arrival in unknown dialect, dew dripped from leaves. She was sweating already, this place was like a humid greenhouse.

She inhaled a full lung of the thick, moist air. She tasted the strange smells. The place was similar to Southeast Asia, but with different smells. She saw Duke waving her over, telling her to follow him, indicated direction he intended to move, and disappeared into the under brush.

Toxic moved quickly to stay close to Duke. They had been dropped off a few miles from the hospital and they needed to get there quickly. Their job was back up and rescue force. They would be close enough to watch the hospital/drug lab but not be detected by the guards. Then if the team needed help, Duke and Toxic would come in guns a blazing.

Max Diablos

Deep in the jungles of Brazil sat Max Diablos smoking a cigar. He was thinking as he took a puff on the cigar. He had been briefed on a truck headed towards his hospital. It was unusual. He suspected it was someone trying to kill him or screw with his business. He would capture them, and torture them, and make them talk. He had learned all the good techniques from the Nazi.

- Blackmailing
- Exploitation of phobias
- Interrogation for long periods.
- Sleep deprivation.
- Forced nudity.
- Intense pain.
- Psychotropic drugs

He knocked the ashes off his cigar. "I think it is going to be a fun day!” He said to himself and laughed.
 
The mission-briefing painted Max Diablos as a vile villain, one that can never be reformed or bartered with. He had to go. The Brazilian government has tried multiple times to kill him, each time failed.

Hopefully this will change.

Lady Jaye was to drive the truck towards the sanitarium. With her knowledge of the language and the area, she would approach and try to flirt with the guards in a attempt to distract them long enough for the kill team to infiltrate the perimeter. She was armed with a pistol she sat on and a sub-machine gun under her seat.

As we were leaving the hotel for the mission, all of us crammed into the van, Lady Jaye was doing her best to ignore Duke whom was riding along side her in the passenger seat. Behind them, Scarlett and I were ready, both of us ready with M1 Garands and 1911 Colts for sidearms plus grenades of all sorts. We were wearing dull green fatigues with no patches or insignia. If we were ever captured or killed, the Brazilian government could disavow us. Then again, it would be difficult for them to explain why a redhead was in the tropics.

A couple miles up the trail from the sanitarium, Lady Jaye let us out. Duke and Toxic hung back while the rest of us, save Lady Jaye, crawled our way through the humid undergrowth. Not a word was spoken. Just hand signals.

When Lady Jaye approached the santarium and was confronted by the guards, she rolled down the window, leaned her head outside and saw the weapons drawn on her. Undaunted, she put up the charm, "Hey, boys!" she called out in Portuguese. "I'm looking for some studs!"

'Keep laying it on' I thought, glancing to the left and seeing the van being surrounded by well-armed guards. Lady Jaye would be allright, I thought. She's been undercover before in this environment, she can handle herself. We kept drawing, carefully avoiding branches. Bugs were crawling over us, biting, and stinging. It hurt. We ignored it as sweat rolled down our faces. We reached a slight rise and the jungle disappeared. There was the sanitarium. Shit! It was well guarded. There were armed men strolling around the base of the building and on the roof. It would be impossible to sneak in. Looks like we would have to go in loud.

Scarlett wanted to wait for Lady Jaye. She was still on the road with several guards, putting on the charm. Thrusting out her perky chest, "I'm looking for some donkey dicks for these tits!" winking at them. "Who wants to go first in the back?"
 
Toxic

Toxic was up a tree. Literally. She had chosen a tree for her sniper nest. She had laid out her ammo, comms, and had her favorite weapon in hand, the 50 cal “noiseless” Barrett sniper rifle. She had the scope on Lady Jaye, her truck and the guards surrounding.

One of the guards pulled out his handgun and pointed at Jaye. He was yelling something, but Toxic was too far away to even hear it.

“I think she is in trouble!” Toxic said to Duke, who was near her, on a lower branch. Duke was watching through his binoculars.

“Shit!” Duke exclaimed, then added, “She knew the risk…”

“Duke, she is sitting on a machine gun… if they order out of the truck, they will see it” Toxic reasoned.

“We are back up. Let the first team handle this. You are too far away anyhow. Don’t shoot that is an order!” Duke commanded.

Toxic watched as the guard with the gun reached for the door handle on the truck. A 50 caliber sniper rifle bullet can fly as far as five miles. But due to a host of factors including gravity, wind speed and direction, altitude, barometric pressure, humidity and even the Coriolis Effect act upon the bullet as it travels, hitting something from that range was almost impossible. Unless you happen to be Lt Commander Viola “Toxic” Bailey, who did it routinely!

The range to the guards surrounding the truck was under 2 miles. This was an easy shot for her. She waited as long as she could then she disobeyed Duke’s order and pulled back on the trigger of her gun.

The bullet hit the guard and sent his brains misting all over the truck’s windshield.

“FUCK” Duke gasped, super pissed off at Toxic! "I'm going to punch your lights out!"

“Duke… time to fuck these shits over... then you can kill me.” Toxic said as she squeezed off two more shots. The guards around the truck were all down. Lady Jaye slammed the truck in reverse as the guards around the hospital fire at her.

The jungle where Scarlett, Kidd, and Doc were, returned fire. In other words, ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE!!
 
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Moments before Hell was unleashed

Lady Jaye was really hamming it up. She was bent over the open window housing for her van, waving her bubble butt for the guard behind her while teasing the man in front. "Can you showing me your donkey dick?"

Hell breaks loose

It was reactionary. When the shooting started, we just opened up at whatever was in front of us. The guards that patrolled the grounds were cut down in a spray of lead and then the ones on the roof. We weren't counting bodies. Just fire and move. "Kidd, Doc! Go!" Scarlett shouted over the din. The two of us sprinted forward with me going towards a jeep and Doc behind a pile of construction debris. Reaching our positions, we opened up at the building. In the many windows we could see heads bobbing up and down. Rounds cracked. Several struck the jeep I hid behind. One bullet missed my foot by an inch!

"Get a grenade in there!" Doc pointed.

Taking a peek, I saw a rifle sticking out from a window on the second floor. Putting down my carbine, I pulled out an old Mk 2 fragmentation grenade, pulled the pin with my left index finger, released the spool, and hurled it in a high arc. It tumbled in its flight but hit the window sill and bounced in where it exploded in a flash of black smoke.

"You a pitcher or something?" Doc jested.

Scarlett ran and slid up beside me. "I'll cover, you get to the building and flush anyone else out with your Willy Pete" I nodded and took out two WP grenades. It was going to be a slow and painful death for these guys if they got any of this phosphorus on them. But they deserved it.

"Go!" rising up and firing over the hood of the jeep. Hunched forward and running full tilt, my eyes were on the building and nothing else. It felt like I was running across a football field, 100 yards of nothing with rounds cracking around me. But it was more like 20 yards. Throwing my back against the wall and pulling the pins, I threw a grenade into the window next to me and the other into the second floor window above. There was shrieks and cries then a spray of dense white smoke and white light as the phosphorus ignited, filling the room with heat. One man, his clothes on fire, jumped from the window above and landed beside him, face down in the dirt where he flopped around then laid still.
 
Toxic

It was a total shit show. Toxic had rapidly taken out numerous guards on the walls and around the compound. But it was not enough. The automatic weapons fire coming from the old mental hospital was blasting the jungle to pieces. It was like a hundred weed eater were attacking the jungle growth. Leaves and branches were flying high into the air as the guards tried to repel the attack.

Machine guns and then mortar fire came raining down on Scarlett's, Doc’s, and Kidd’s position. The drug lord’s army was dropping mortar fire on their own position just to stop the attack! It was crazy. Toxic and Duke watched as trees exploded, buildings blew up, and muzzle flashes increased all around Scarlett’s position.

“FUCK!! CALL A RETREAT! GET THEM OUT OF THERE!” Duke screamed.

Duke calling a retreat? What was happening? Duke never retreated. Was it because he was not in the middle of the action? Did his capture in Jordan affect his courage?

Toxic hated backing down too. She hated losing. But as she watched, the counter fire got worse. Duke was right, this attack plan had failed. They needed to try something else.

“DOC, GET EVERYONE OUT OF THERE. I’LL PROVIDE COVER FIRE!” Toxic yelled into their emergency radio communicators. She did not wait for a reply, she targeted anything that would blow up. First, she nailed a car, then she went after the generator fuel tank, then she saw the prefect target a propane tank. The resulting explosions rocked the mental hospital.

But the real hero was Lady Jayne. She had gotten clear of the direct attacks on her vehicle. She backed up to a place to meet Scarlett's team.
 
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Our radios were crackling with Duke's strained voice calling for us to retreat. It made us pause. Was he being serious? Then the mortars started landing. Shit! They had us zeroed in. "Fall back!" Scarlett shouted. We ran towards where we started as mortar rounds hit near where we were originally standing and began walking towards us. They were flushing us out of the area! Diablos had prepared himself and trained his guys well. Mortars ripped through the jungle, their lethal shrapnel slicing through the vegetation as it rained down on us.

We got to the ditch where we started and the mortars were still creeping towards us. "Duke is calling for a full retreat" Doc said.

"Okay" nodded Scarlett as she craned her head about. She could see Lady Jaye and her van that was still on the road but had moved up a ways to fight through the guards. She stopped when the mortars started. "We either get to the van or we high tail it to where Toxic and Duke are." More mortars hit, just 30 meters away. "Use the ditch and run to the van" she decided. "We gotta get Jaye out of there as well."

Without question we rose as run and ran, hunched forward at the waist. No time to stop, no time to question. I was in the lead and my eyes were locked on that van and I was running faster than anything I had thought possible. Nipping at my heels was Scarlett. If I had faltered in any way, she would run me over. The mortar rounds were now switching from high-explosive to white phosphorus. Bursts of dense white and yellow shrouded the jungle trees, leaves burning away.

That van was so close I could see Lady Jaye in the driver seat, leaning out the window and firing her submachine gun at the building. She had cut down the guards around her. Pulling herself back in to reload, her eyes turned right and saw the three of us bolting towards her. She leaned over and threw open the passenger door and all three of us jumped through the door, one immediately after the other. Doc smothered us as he yelled to Lady Jaye, "DRIVE!"

The woman slammed it into reverse and we went off. I couldn't move there was so much weight on me, all the air forced from my lungs. An expert driver, Lady Jaye went 40mph down the jungle road in reverse as the mortar shells hit where we were, shredding the bodies of the guards. Diablos had no sympathy for even his loyal followers.
 
Toxic and Duke

Toxic waited to the last second, continuing to provide cover fire for the escaping van. Then she slid down the tree, like it was a fireman’s pole. Not the fireman’s pole Toxic loved to suck, the fireman’s pole in their firehouse to quickly get to their fire engine.

As her feet hit the ground, Duke slugged her in the jaw so hard it knocked her to the ground.

“DON’T EVER DISOBEY ME AGAIN” Duke screamed. “I’m the FUCKING leader.”

Toxic got up, rubbing her jaw. She thought “Damn! Duke knew how to punch.”

“GET TO THE VAN” Duke yelled and pointed to the dirt road.

“Aye, Aye” Toxic replied as she took off running to the road.

Duke and Toxic arrived at the road just as the Van got there. Lady Jaye slowed down, but there was no way she could stop. So Duke and Toxic jumped on the back of the van and Lady Jaye just kept driving. When she was clear of the mortar fire, she stopped and Duke and Toxic got in.

“Thanks” Lady Jaye said to Toxic “But I had it under control.”

“Sorry” Toxic replied still rubbing her jaw.
 
"Just shut up and drive!" growled Duke. The rough road knocked us about the inside of the van. We got beyond the range of Diablos and his men but we didn't stop until we were within the city where our radios could reach our command. This operation was a fiasco, we thought. Diablos was waiting for us. We took down some of his men but they were not even a drop in the bucket compared to what he possessed.

"I can't believe that fucker dropped mortars on his own people" Scarlett fumed as the van came to a stop behind our hotel. "They must have been 120mm mortars." We disembarked the van and looked it over. Darn thing was riddled from from front to back with shot and shrapnel, the engine sputtered and then died as steam hissed from its radiator.

"Eh, sorry ol' fella" Lady Jaye patted the hood. "You were a good one. But I'm afraid we have to put you out of your misery." An old tradition for cavalrymen was, if their mounts were wounded, to put them down with a pistol shot to the head. Lady Jaye didn't do that, but it was still a blow. That was her party van. Opening the back, over one hundred holes ranging from the tip of a pencil to the size of a fist.

"Jesus" I gasped. "How'd we escape all that?"

"I don't know" Scarlett shrugged her shoulders. "We got things to do. We gotta tell command we failed" her voice was low and bitter.

Lady Jaye clapped a hand on her shoulder, "Don't feel so down. We survived. That means we have another chance at getting him" smiling widely.

The redhead shook her head slightly and scoffed before smiling. Lady Jaye was a constant optimist. "Let's get the gear inside."

Patting the edge of the rear doors, Lady Jaye said, "This was my party van. Had lots of fun in it."

"Your party van?" I asked, slinging my carbine behind my shoulder.

"Oh, yeah!" she smiled. "That's what I call it. See being out here and doing this cloak and dagger stuff tends to be rather low and dull, a lot. So, when I get the chance, I have some fun." I was still confused by what she meant. In my mind, I was thinking of dancing or music. Seeing my stupid look, she laughed, "Oh, god. Don't be such a virgin! A lot of guys went down on me in here and I loved it! Ever have three guys on you at the same time? It's wonderful."

Rolling her eyes and smirking, Scarlett turned and walked away. I was right behind her. Doc and Lady Jaye stayed behind to deal with the van. During our talk, Duke and Toxic had walked away to the hotel, but not together. We didn't know what happened between the two prior but Scarlett saw her sore face as a large bruise was developing. She assumed it from their escape.

"I can't believe this shit" I could hear Duke muttering as we approached the back door to the hotel. "First time in my fucking career that I called a retreat."

Hearing him, I tried to give some reassurance. As strong as Duke was, we were outnumbered and out gunned. A wise man would give a retreat to spare their men. "It's not your fault" I began to say. Before I could finish our leader spun about and stabbed a finger into my face.

"You shut your fucking mouth!" Duke roared. "Just shut up!!!"

"Hey! Calm down, Duke" Scarlett said in protest.

"Oh, fuck off you bitch!" Duke twisted his anger to her, his face blood red. "The only reason why you're here is because you got your living off of lying on your back!"

"You wanna go!" Scarlett snapped, throwing her gear to the ground. "Let's go!" balling her fists.
 
Duke

Duke was pissed off and out of control. He did not care for anyone at this point, including and most importantly himself. He was a psychological mess. For these reasons, he took a swing at Scarlett. His fist connected in glancing blow off Scarlett’s cheek before she could duck the punch. It was glancing but it had enough power to knock Scarlett off balance.

Scarlett responded with a punch of her own into the gut of Duke. She had thrown all her weight into the punch and Duke doubled over enough so Scarlett’s other fist caught him in a “face on-the-way-down meets fist-on-the-way-up” way. That hit knock Duke backwards.

First Kidd… but then Doc and Lady Jaye jumped between the two. Kidd and Doc held back Duke while Lady Jaye was trying to stop Scarlett.

“LET ME AT THAT BITCH!!” Duke yelled back.

“COME ON, I’M READY!" Scarlett yelled

Scarlett knocked Lady Jaye out of the way, like she was nothing. Lady landed flat on her back. Toxic had heard all the yelling and came running out of the hotel, she was able to grab Scarlett just before she got too close to Duke.

“STOP THIS!” Doc yelled in his deep command voice. That seemed to sink in. Both Duke and Scarlett stopped trying to get at each other. The group was quiet and still for a moment.

“I will court-martial ALL of you for this” Duke threaten and broke away from Doc and Kidd. He angrily marched off to his hotel room. The group was silent again.

“Folks… from someone who has studied group dynamics there are 4 phases. Forming, Storming, Norming, and Performing. We are in the Storming Phase.” Doc stated

“No shit” Scarlett said and she walked off to her hotel room.

Toxic reached down and pulled Lady Jaye back on her feet.

“I’m sure you had everything under control here as well… but I thought I should help.” Toxic said in a disdainful tone. Then Toxic walked over to Doc. “We need to talk…when you get a chance” Then she walked off to her hotel room.

Lady Jaye looked over to Kidd and Doc.

"I guess we get to unload the van" She said.
 
"What's with those two?" asked Lady Jaye to me as we took out the gear from the back of the van. "Toxic and Duke. Or, I guess I should say with Scarlett as well."

"I'm new to the group" I said, taking several ammo cans and stacking them at my feet. She didn't by that green boy facade. "I honestly don't know much about either of them. We met in South Korea and then had an OP in Jordan before coming here. Toxic is kinda like a flying by the seat of your pants, live for today and not tomorrow."

"Oh?" sighed Lady Jaye. "What about Duke?"

I didn't want to sound as though I was pissing on my commander. Duke had changed since Jordan and I didn't want to shake the confidence we had in our unit, fledgling as it was already. "He's brave but also stubborn."

"Did Duke and Scarlett every get it on?" she asked.

"No. Not that I know of" I replied. Tucking two cans under my arm pits, another in each hand, my carbine on my back, I ferried my share up the stairs to our room. Doc was right behind me with most of the rest. Lady Jaye, perhaps trying to be coy, carried only a first-aid kit. Her Party Van had been cleared out, the swiss cheese appearance was a dead giveaway and would need to be scrapped and a new van brought in.

"Just throw all that stuff into my room" said Lady Jaye whom then fluffed her hair. "I'm going to check on Duke. Don't wait up" walking away she then paused, snapped her fingers, turned and pointed at me, "Say, Kidd, why don't you check on Scarlett since Doc is going to check on Toxic.

She was right. I should look after Scarlett. I dropped my gear in my room, cleared my weapons, and secured them. Going to her room, I placed my ear to it and heard some walking about. Drawing a deep breath, I knocked.

"Who's there?" a faint voice asked.

"It's Kidd" I replied, looking either way to avoid being watched.

The door opened a crack and her face appeared with her green eyes staring at me. "What's up?"

"I'm fine" being somewhat harsh in tone. "Look, I'm not up for talking right now. Let's talk later, okay? Thanks for checking in" and shutting the door before I could affirm.

Well, shoot. Can't force the matter. May as well just go back and wait it out. Perhaps take a shower. Being in the jungle, I perspired a great deal and I needed to get that funk off of my body. Casting aside my clothing, I slipped into the shower and took my time scrubbing myself down with a soft bristle brush and soap and even washed my hair twice! A quick shave and I felt brand new. Then I slipped into some clean clothes and laid out on the bed to watch some TV. It was all in Portuguese.

I don't know how long it was, perhaps an hour or so. Perhaps it was the romantic language and the adrenaline slowing down that I was lulled into a soft nap. What happened in the jungle came back in a series of flashes. There was the thump of mortars and screams. It didn't all make sense but I was jolted awake by the crackle coming from outside the hotel. It sounded like firecrackers. Here, now? No holidays were being celebrated at the monent.

Sirens were wailing. Pressing my face to the window and looking down, several police cars rolled right by the hotel and continued on into the city. A short time later there was the crackle of automatic gunfire. "Shit!" I yelled. I raced out the door, grabbing my carbine and gear and banging on doors, "There's shit going down!"

Going down the stairs, Doc was trying to get his clothes on, "What's happening?"

"Automatic fire in the city" I replied, jumping down several steps at a time.

"Is it Diablos?" I heard Toxic calling from all the way in the back of the group.

"I don't know. I got nothing on the radio," Doc replied as we rushed outside. Lady Jaye hailed a taxi and we crammed ourselves inside and ordered the driver to take us towards the sound of the gunfire. The man took us as close as three blocks from the heart of the city. He would not go any further. The fire was picking up. Sounded like a full on firefight. We approached an intersection where eight cars were rammed together. Two police cruisers were formed on the road to make a barricade with officers firing their pistols at these people.

The officers were shouting in their native language as these people flopped and screamed on and around several crashed vehicles. Able to speak the language, Lady Jaye approached, asking, "What's happening?" The officers responded and, in turn, she told us, "They say that these people have gone made. They've jumped into traffic, causing wrecks. They've tried shooting them but it doesn't seem to hurt them."

These...THINGS...were leaping into the air as though they were monkeys. Their jaws were gnashing, foaming at the mouth, eyes wide and red. They appeared possessed. One howled, jumped down, and rushed towards us. The police opened fire and put six rounds into the man and yet it had absolutely no effect.
 
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