Love in a warzone (closed)

Asa

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He was agency sent in to get Intel and if possible destroy from the inside. He was however not ready for the brutality he saw. His people had what seemed not all that long ago helped place this vile vermin in power and now he has turned on the people he said he was fighting for as well as turning on the agency.

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She helped lead the people to try and fight back. A sign of strength to them. The daughter of the former ruling powers top generals she knew the jungles and the mountains well. She also knew the current dictator would not kill her. He would not risk giving the villagers and resistance a martyr.

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General Mendoff led who he believed to be an ally to him and his cause a rogue Agency killer down into the depths of the ancient temple turned compound.

You see I have to be careful when dealing with these people. Average villager shoot them no big deal but with rebellious aggitator like this we can not risk giving the villagers a martyr. So we imprison torture interrogation then release... They see that we are stronger... And eventually they stop following aggitator and learn their place as sheep.

He motioned the guard away from the door and walked in he was testing this ally to let him see that the aggitator was a rather beautiful woman. Clearly having seen many angles of torture from the fact she was clad in only a shirt and hanging from her wrists her head down possibly unconscious.


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Director Jacobs sat there staring at him.

This vermin needs to believe you are a rogue agent on the run. Your file has been doctored and random "unavoidable" underground reports have been circulated. We have to end this power hungry jackass and soon. You have unlimited resources but need to make it look like you don't. I have no clue who you can trust from our time setting this guy up but he ks a con and a charismatic salesman to say the least.

She slid a folder across to him. Scattered Intel and proof of the brutality against the pros he had been allegedly fighting for.

Take him down... If you can't bring back all the Intel you can. Flight leaves in an hour.
 
Marklin knew to get the Intel he so desired, he must earn the General's trust.
Along the way as they passed through the stony corridor, he had deciphered from how Mendoff spoke that he was here to torture and interrogate a villager. Along the way he had come to peace with his conscience and as a soldier was ready to do as expected. No cause giving the General a reason to doubt him.

On entering the room, the General motioned for the guard to leave.
You see I have to be careful when dealing with these people. Average villager shoot them no big deal but with rebellious aggitator like this we can not risk giving the villagers a martyr. So we imprison torture interrogation then release... They see that we are stronger... And eventually they stop following aggitator and learn their place as sheep.

Marklin was not expecting to see a woman, no, not one so beautiful. A big ugly hunk guy with scraggly beards, yes. But not a beauty like the one dangling unconscious before him.

"What do you want me to get from he:r?" Marklin asked, taking note of her messy hair, dirty shirt and scratched skin. Her wrist were already red raw from the chains and she had a bad cut to her ankle.

"If I may be bold boss, how is this lady a threat to us?" Marklin eventually spoke for the first time since entering the compound.
 
Markoff laughed.

Do not let her being a woman fool you... She is their leader... Daughter to one of the former regimes generals. Ruthless young thing but she will learn and the more we capture torture and release the pros will loose faith in her and accept their place in the world as sheep.
 
"Their leader?" He asked truly surprised. Standing directly in front of her, he gripped her subtle chin and brought her battered face up. Her deep brown pupils gazing fiercely into his blue orbs.
"I'm not your enemy," he said in a whisper. Of course that wasn't near convincing but he just needed to tell her something before the slap.
His gloved palm came slamming into her face, resulting in a low guttural groan. Blood dripped from her slightly cut lip and as she brought her face back up to look at him, defiance glistening in her eyes, Marklin could make out his finger prints on her.

"You know if I go ahead to torture her, under her present state, she won't survive it. Best give the slut time to recover. Like you said we can't give the villagers a martyr."
 
Markoff nodded and they cut her down letting her fall to the floor in a heap. Pushing up she stared at them as they left. Stared at him. Once out of the room the general nodded.

See what information you can get in two days. We will toss her back to the villagers then during their festival of the goddess of hope.
 
"Yes sir." He replied with a slight nod.

Thirty minutes later, Marklin entered the dimly lit room with a plate of mashed potatoes and energy drink.
She had retreated to the dark recesses of the room making him to squint his eyes to make out her location.

"Here." He slides the plate on the cold cemented floor to her, then rolled the can drink next.

"Come on eat up. You'll need the energy."
 
She sat there staring at him with a hiss. She looked to the food not that they fed her much if it all so far in her times here. She slowly reached for the food watching him carefully.
 
He watched her go for the food, her gaze ever on him, studying him.
"I am not your enemy." He repeated.
"My name is Marklin, what should I call you?"
 
You are with the butcher you are enemy...

She hissed.

Natalia.

He had given her his name or so it seemed so she would tell him hers.
 
"Natalie..."

"Look you don't have to see me that way. I wish you no harm. I'm here to avenge a friend, one that was struck down by this fiend." Marklin revealed, it was probably best for them both if she is kept in the dark about his employers. For now what he needed was all the Intel stuffed in that beautiful brain.

"I had to wear this skin as a ruthless world class commando, I have to win his trust Natalie, be his number one. Then strike long and hard." he explained as he drew near, his gaze never leaving hers. Watching for any flinch, any reason give rise that she held something in the darkness.

Light from the illuminating moon warmed itself into the room, directly it shone on her causing Marklin to stop in mid-stride. Her sweaty skin glistened as the rays fell on it and he could swear her eyes glowed too.
Marklin for a while stood transfixed, taking in her appearance. Her grey shirt was torn hanged loosely on her body. possibly from when she was being dragged down here.
Her skirt, or what was left of it, barely covered her thighs. Marklin had to force himself to look away from her exposed cleavage and enticing legs.

"Is she wearing anything under?" damn maybe a g-string.... focus man." He found his thought drifting.

Never had he lost control by just staring at a lady. This new development shocked as well as angered him.
"Sorry for the slap earlier." he apologized sincerely.
 
It is far more tame than these butchers have done. You little show will not appease him for long and he will expect to watch any torture that is done... No matter how... Intimate.

She hissed still not sure she could trust him. Others have tried kinder approaches including the general. Dark eyes stared deep into his. Something tugging at her to trust him. His eyes they did not hold demons like the others.
 
"General Mendoff brutality towards prisoners is famous in these parts. I very well know he'll want to see damage done. You'll forgive me if that time comes."

Marklin squatted and in a low tone continued "Tell me all you know about the butcher." He requested.
 
He has taken over the mines those the outsiders sent are now the slave labor as well as the villagers... The poppy he controls that now too. Slaughtering any of the outsiders who try to stop him.

Sbe was wary about this man but she no longer cared if the general tried to trick her. Sbe knew he would nkt kill her the sick monster had too many other more vile things in mind.
 
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