Saving the World One Bra at a Time

[Rockingham]

Tom took his time getting up, and putting the gun back in his hands. No one seemed to want to stop him. Tom with the gun wasn't the threat, whatever was coming for them was the threat. Tom was just the messenger.

"I never meant for this to happen," He said, with all sincerety, "I just... So many people lied to you. I thought it would be the only way."

He grabbed her hand, taking her outside, "Come on. We need to hurry. If they find you here without Sophia, they may just take you anyway. Let's go. I have someone waiting for us."

 

[FurryFury]

"OUCH!" Gabi said grabbing her head for a minute. Then she looked at the three of them with a smile. "That hurt good." She said.

"So let me get this straight. I just turned the tide on Tom here so you Sophia would not have to save me and you Reese would not have to be split up from Sophia. Now y'all still insist on fucking everything up? Forgive me here while I fight the idea of shooting you all. I don't want to go anywhere with any of you! You are all nuts! The disk is worthless now! The gem is worthless without a lot of cutting. Jesus H. Christ! We are all operating in the gray zone here! You are supposed to be trained agents. The hell with you all!"

With that she walked out of the cabin and cut through the woods, stopping only to pick up the bag of sex toys and drugs.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Sophia looked back at the cabin, as Tom was pulling her through the snow toward the car. Her eyes made out Gabi walking out, then heading quickly toward the woods. Without thinking of the consequenses she, did the dirties trick in the book, and dug her feet deep and refused to move.

When Tom spun around Sophia had her fist ready, and doing what every young woman is told to do when someone is trying to kidnap them, she slammed her fist into his balls. Tom doubled over, dropped the gun and his hold on Sophia. She raised her foot, and rammed the front of her shoe into his face.

He staggered back, Sophia grabbed the gun, and headed toward Gabi. She could feel the cold wind seeping into her lungs, and she hurried toward her sister. Screaming her name, Gabi spun around, Sophia waved for her to keep running, and soon she and Gabi were moving together faster and deeper into the woods.

 

[FurryFury]

Gabi smiled at her sister.

"Thank God! I was beginning to think your brains had turned to mush! Now at least someone is showing some skills! Those guys are nuts!" She huffed, as the ran through the woods as fast as they could in the hard packed snow. Eventually they came down to the main road.

Peering out of the woods she surveyed the road. A big rig came down the road. Gabrielle ran out of the woods and pulled her shirt up flashing the driver. He slowed the rig as fast as he could.

"Can my sister and I catch a ride with you? We have to get to the next town!" Gabi asked flirting with every iota of her being.

"Sure, I don't mind, I get lonely all by myself." He said staring at her quickly puckering nipples.

"Come on!" She yelled to Sophia.

In the cab she felt only slightly safer as she hugged her sister and continued to flirt with the trucker. There were too many unknowns in her world now. Unlike the usual situations she found herself in these unknowns were about her and someone she directly cared about, her sister. Too many people were after them both. The eighteen wheeler couldn't go as fast as she liked, particularly with these road conditions. Gabrielle flirted and tried to get the guy to go faster, showing off his great driving skills. The whole time she was thinking of what moves to make next and her fingers were itching to take charge of the wheel. Driving was one of the things she did best.

She rummages through the bag of sex toys and drugs thinking how she could use them to her advantage. Damn Reese and Tom for fucking up what should have been a good party for all, she thought. Oh, no, they had to go all national security on them. Or did they just want to fuck the other girl they one they hadn't yet. Men, playing with sisters, was like playing with dynamite, they were likely to get something blown clean off. Gabi shook her head and gave Sophia a look.

"How are ya doing?" She whispered to her sister.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Sophia looked at Gabi, "Honestly, I don't know." She looked out the window. "I just don't know anything any more."

She turned and looked at the trucker, his eyes stayed on the road. Thankful that he had decided to keep his eyes facing the front, and watching for patches of snow. Once they got onto the main road at the bottom of the mountain, then they would be able to go faster.

Her eyes connected with Gabi's. "I keep running the scene in my head. Why didn't Reese grab the gun, why was he in such a big hurry to get you and feed me to the wolf?" She glanced at the driver, if he heard them, he showed no sign of it.

"I just don't get it, and what do you have that they want? and .. who the fuck are they?"

She pressed her hand to her head, "Gabi, I'm sorry, I don't know what the fuck is going on, and shit, we just need to get back to the states. I have all that stuff from your safe, and I have my own gear hidden also."

The driver continued to glide the rig down the steep mountain side, finally the road leveled out, and the man shifted gears, "Please hurry, I know it's asking alot, but we really need to get to the airport."

 

[Rockingham]

By the time the cleaners did arrive, everyone else had left. Tom was sitting there, the gun loose in his hands, head down. Pain still shot through him, although it didn't matter that much. The pain was almost sweet compared to what he had done.

God, he had been so close. Everything right in his hands, and now... he had lost it. The only thing he had to his name was a few discarded pieces of birthday cake.

"Where are they?" Tom heard a voice, quiet and smooth hitting him with more surprise than anything else. He looked up to see four men in black suits, all of them trained veterans, with cold sunglasses to hide those crazy eyes.

"They ran off. Back trail, led to the road. I couldn't find them after that."

"You have nothing?"

Tom shook his head.

"Take him. You're useless Tom. I would kill you right here myself, but that order has to come from higher up than me. You were lucky you were close to those girls, and they trusted you. Now, with your cover blown, you don't even have that. You are a liability, Tom."

Tom tried to struggle, but the three men didn't even break a sweat taking him down.

"Please, I'll do whatever you say. I tried my best. Everything was going to plan. We had it... we..."

The man with the smooth voice simply shook his head, opening the door to the night sky, and the dark undisclosed van outside.

"Too late, Tom. Time to face the music."

 

[poohlive]

Reese already felt a headache coming in. In a moment he grabbed one of the towels and put a few cubes of ice in it. He paused for a moment, remembering the last time he had done this. Sophia's killer left hook.

Damn her, damn them all.

The private jet had already been waiting for him, pilot on standbye, and the plane up in the air before he could even grab a small bag of peanuts.

The calls came almost immediately. People wanting to know how he did, what happened with the mission, where are the players now. He had to calm them all down, get information as best he could, and tell them there would be a briefing once he arrive in the states.

It wasn't until General Lucas called him that he even gave away what had happened.

"The mission was a succes. I got it."

"Let me see," Through conference call, Reese showed him the jewel, and the disk, "It's broken, but you've got guys that can replace most of it."

"Yes... yes, we were afraid that might happen if it were used with the device. Why didn't you get it beforehand?"

Why? Cause Sophia had lied to him. She had used him like some cheap whore, and then threw a towel at him, telling him to wipe off the mess before he left.

"I couldn't. I didn't even know it was with us until the end. Sophia kept it well hidden."

"What about her?"

"She's with her sister. They ran away."

"With her sister? Damnit, You were told to keep them seperated."

Reese sighed, looking down at the jewel in his hands, it caught the sunlight just as it kissed one of the clouds, and sent a million shards of light in all directions.

"Tom got involved."

"Yes, we know. We put him on the mission after you. He was told the same thing, do not put the sisters together."

"And yet, they are. Don't you think that tells us there is something bigger at work here? People have been helping them, right from the top. Cassandra..."

"Don't you dare make excuses. Your job was to get close to the contact, keep her away from her sister, and get the pieces. That was all."

Reese growled deep in his throat, glad the towel of ice was pressed against his head. If not, he probably would have overheated. In a moment, Reese spoke, through clenched teeth.

"Tom made another deal. He went off on his own, said he wanted to capture one of the sisters, and keep the other for himself. He was working for someone else, not you."

The general paused for a moment, talking to someone out of focus.

"We'll see. For now, get your ass back here, we have a lot of questions."

Reese nodded, leaning forward to turn the message off.

"Oh, by the way, was your cover blown?"

Reese paused for a moment, and then shook his head, "They still think I'm working with them. They don't suspect a thing."

"Good, we may use that later."

The call went dead, as Reese got up to look for some more alcohol.

 

[FurryFury]

Justin found himself far better able to concentrate now that he and Rain had fucked. He became obsessive with his work.

Rain seemed happy to help him. She asked for nothing else from him. He didn't know if he liked it or not. In a way he wanted her to push him back into her arms and legs. He was glad though to not have any pressure from her even though part of him thought if she really cared she would push.

There was just one problem. A virus was serious business. He didn't want to take the chance that she would become affected by it and die. It was funny in a way, he had never thought twice about becoming infected himself, but now he was worried about that remote possibility with her.

 

[FurryFury]

Gabi kissed the trucker goodbye and thank you leaving him a little cock ring to try out with his lady.

She lead Sophia to a hanger at the airport. Walking inside she was grabbed by a tall dark fellow and whirled around. Her hand left Sophia's.

"Oh my goodness!" She said laughing. "Sophia this hunk of Greek goodness is Arthur! She hugged him. The paper bag of goodies crinkle loudly between them. Her body closing around his for a moment before she opened up again. He put her down eventually.

"Hi Sophia! Nice to meet you." He said his long dark lashes framing sparkling eyes. Arthur was the very image of a Greek God come to life.

"What brings you too see us, Gabi? It must have been three months at least." He asked. Before Gabrielle could answer another Greek God came into the room. She grinned at him.

"Sophia this is Greg, Arthur's twin brother. We need to hitch a ride with y'all." Gabi said by way of both introduction and explanation. She was watching her sister's reaction to all the hot male flesh she saw. Unlike Sophia and Gabrielle these twins looked alike and absolutely delicious.

Arthur was looking in the bag now his dark eyebrows going up at what he found. His smile unbelievably brightened a even more.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Sophia released her hand from the gun that was hidden behind her back. She had tucked it there after stealing it from Tom, and hitching the ride with the trucker. Her eyes took in the two men, and she felt a spark of heat overtake her. Then her mind went to Reese, and she shook the erotic images of the twins from her mind. She knew there was a reason why Reese hadn't saved her, and had fed her to Tom. She wasn't sure what it was, but surely he had a reason. They had played the truth game, and... she stopped her thoughts, the truth game with a spy, yeah right.

She smiled over to the two men, and extended her hand to them in greeting. "Well any friend of Gab's is a friend of mine." Her eyes widened in pleasure as Arthur lifted her hand and kissed the top of it. He released it after giving it a gentle squeeze and then turned back to engulf Gabi in a bear hug.

Sophia was distracted by the hand on her shoulder, and she turned to look up at Greg. Greg looked at her hand, that his brother had kissed, and he held it in his. Sophia sensed he was thinking how to top his brother's chivelry, and she was surprised and a little aroused when he flipped her hand over and brought her wrist to his lips. A smile hit her lips, when she felt the gentle bite of his teeth on her wrist, and watched the tip of his tongue slip over the veins of her skin.

"Nice to meet you both," she said her eyes locked on Greg. Reese had lied to her, fed her to the enemy as fast as he could. She felt hurt and betrayed. Never again would she trust him, he would be her enemy from here on out. She was playing for herself, and the life of her sister, and right now, Greg was the closest thing for her to play with.

"Gabi, seems to think you can give us a lift somewhere? Do you own your own little plane or a lovely whirly bird?" she smirked as she felt her pulse quickening, this time allowing images of the twins fill her mind.

 

[FurryFury]

Greg smile broadly and pointed to a small plane.

"We have a fleet and sometimes we take special people where we want to ourselves. Where do you and Gabi need to go doll?" He asked.

Gabrielle leaned up to Arthur and kissed his neck.

"We need you guys to take us to the states as soon as possible. We don't have time to sit around and...talk. On the plane we can get acquainted." She said glancing back at her sister to see if Sophia was onboard with getting friendly, if not Gabrielle would gladly be made into a sandwich.

Arthur hugged Gabrielle to him again his brows going up in amusement.

"Anywhere in particular you want to go stateside?" He asked.

"I need access to your computer for a few and then I'll tell you." Gabi answered with a wink and a tug at his bulge.

They went into the office together. Gabrielle's fingers were soon flying over the key board. Arthur paid no attention to the computer all of his attention was focused on Gabi's body.

"Girl you are looking good what have you been doing?" He asked his hands trailing over her neck and shoulders. His voice was a low sexy almost growl. Clearly he knew what he wanted right then.

Greg turned to look at Sophia moving closer to her.

"So how do you and Gabrielle know each other?" His voice nearly purred.
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"Aha! Arizona!" Gabi kissed Arthur hard on the lips.

"File you flight plan to this area hot stuff and on board I will show you why auto pilot is such a good idea. Just don't tell anyone about Sophia and me. This is strictly under the radar. We don't exist right now. You got me?"

"Yes I got you." He said grabbing her and holding her against him.

"This is strictly on the QT. We'll come up with an excuse to be flying there and make up some cargo." He said turning loose of her and getting busy.

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Thirty minutes later they were in the air. Two sets of twins flying the "friendly skies" and feeling very friendly.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Sophia was looking out the window staring down at the disappearing Geneva countryside. Her heart was down there, broken and torn to pieces. She wiped a tear from her eye, and moved back toward the planes bathroom. To say she had been surprised by the private jet she was now riding in would have been an understatement. Gabi had friends, and she obviously had good ones.

She used the facilities, and reached into her pocket and took the two pills. Swallowing them dry, she bent her head back and forth. Taking a deep breath, she felt the pills relax her and she pressed a palm of cold water over her face. Giving herself a mental shake, she ran her fingers through her hair, and headed back to the others.

"Auto piolet huh?" she smiled at Greg. His brother was up in the cock pit with Gabi. Sophia wanted repaired, the pills would help, but she wanted to fill more then relaxed she wanted to feel needed. Right now all she felt was used and lied to. The look of disgust on Reese's face haunted her, and the idea that he was willing to trade her life for Gabi's proved he loved Gabi more, and she had been an assignment all along. From now on she was working with Gabi and no one else.

She moved over to Greg. Her eyes took in the site of the Greek God watching her. He rested along the couch that ran along one side of the plane. Sophia walked toward him, and as she did she pushed the love of her life out of her mind, and buried him deep in the walls of her heart.

Her top was soon falling to the floor, joined by her shoes, sock, and pants. She stood there in her panties and bra, and wasn't wasting time on a slow seduction of removing them either. His cock was all ready being worked free as he had watched her strip, he had started to strip to.

When Sophia finally got to Greg her pussy was dripping wet at the site of his massive cock. She ran her finger over the hard shaft, and straddled him. Lowering herself on his cock, she began to ride and fuck him, with all the pent up energy and pain that Reese had caused her.

 

[poohlive]

By the time Reese had handed over the artifacts, he stood in a small white room filled with sharp businessmen waiting eagerly for his report. They were all white men, balding or with such good hair plugs even their doctors couldn't tell the difference. Middle aged, a few of them pressing 50 or so, but mostly good stock. These were the rich men of power, the ones who ran corporations, and made sure the world ran with the fucked up effeciency that it did.

This was not a government agency, but rather an agency that made sure the government ran well. And, Reese was sad to say, one of the opersations he was a part of.

Like most good agents, they had several employers.

He gave his report, to a mostly warm audience. They were happy with what he had to say, even though he left most of it out. Getting back with Sophia didn't seem an important part of the puzzle when it came down to the nitty gritty of the file.

The strange device with healing powers everyone was intrigued with. They devoured the details he gave them, and when they showed him several skematics, he pointed out which one it was.

"No doubt. We thought one was already in production, but didn't know who... or where..."

He even took out a few of the broken pieces, for there amusement. The pieces were taken to a scientist, who was already abuzz with their potential.

"And you are sure," Finally he had wrapped it up, and the questions came quick and fast, but this was the one he was waiting for, "They don't your true intent?"

"No, we split up before anything could be established. For all they know, I just took a different route home."

"Good. You'll need to reestablish contact before too long. We are not done with those twins yet, but at the moment, a more imrportant assignment has come up."

Pictures were strewn on the table, and the lights dimmed as an overhead showed a van in a white snow filled warehouse, two people getting out. Another picture showed them escorting a third person, Tom.

Reese gave the smallest of winces, but nothing else.

"We need him."

"Why?" Reese shook his head, anger already boiling over, "He damned near ruined everything. He fucked up the mission, and if I'm not mistaken he was working for a rogue agency that-"

"Russians. He was working with the Russians, although he doesn't know it. He thinks he's just working for a private company. They want to execute him, after they feel they've gathered enough information."

"He is a liability."

"So are you, Reese, but that doesn't make much of a difference. If anyone can get close enough to these girls, it's you two."

"He tried to kidnap one and kill the other. I doubt either of them would trust him."

"They will. Once he thinks he has nothing, and we rescue him, he will latch onto the only friend available, that'll be us. Then, we can finally take those girls in."

"Why are they so important?"

The man at the head fo the table only gave a small smile, "That's not your problem, Reese. Go."

Plane tickets, and arrangements were already made.

Fuck a duck. Reese was going to Russia.

 

[FurryFury]

Gabi watched each toggle Arthur switched. She knew how to fly a helicopter but wanted to learn to fly a plane as well.

He turned to her and winked in that slow sexy way of his.

"Wanna come sit on my lap and help Daddy fly the plane little girl?" Arthur asked suggestively.

It was against the rules. Gabrielle didn't much care about rules though. She chuckled, moving to him. He adjusted the seat belt so they were both in it. She couldn't help laughing at that. Clearly they were not being safe. Safe was boring anyway.

She wiggled on his lap as if it were an accident, looking at the controls like a teen with their first car. Gabi feigned disinterest in sitting on his lap. None of his bodies reactions were lost to her though.

He began with all the instrumentation again but sometimes he moved his fingers on her body, teasing her, making her wait for more as he liked. She enjoyed the game. In time she would flip it on him but for now, she let him be the pilot of the plane and her body.

A slow delicious build of heat was lovely always. She wanted to turn around and stroke the contours of his beautiful face. Yes, he was beautiful and so was his body. If he had been arrogant, she would have lost interest but Arthur was so very human with her. It puzzled her a great deal. He must have girls falling all over him, with his looks and money. Maybe it was the simple fact that she wanted nothing from him but good conversation and sex that he liked.

There were times that he seemed to want more of her, more of her time but that of course was not possible given her profession. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and imagined what a normal life with a handsome, caring love would be like.

Fairytales are for the weak and the deluded she thought opening her eyes again with a sigh. It was going to be a long flight. Long enough that he had the time to tease her until she was ready to take over. In the mean time she talked with him about things, while they tried to ignore the hands and lips each applied to the other.

When she could stand it no longer she undid the seat belt. Standing up she asked him if he had auto pilot and was this a good time?

His dark brows rose above his eyes with a mix of amusement and pleasure. He didn't speak just nodded and toggled the controls.

She pulled out the strap on waggling her brows.

"Your dick or mine?" She said with a grin.

"Both." He replied.

He pulled out some cushions from storage cubbie. She dropped her clothes and stepped into the harness pulling it up her long legs and around her hips.

"You look amazing." He said. His eyes lit up as he stared at her with the clear plastic dildo jutting in front of her.

"Oh do you like this chick with a dick?" She asked laughing and stroking it as if it really were a part of her.

"I like this chick with or without a dick. Right now I just want to eat you up." He said.

"Great idea!" She said, sitting down on the cushion she reached for his pants, skimming them down his legs. No wonder she had felt him so well. He wore no underwear.

"You suck mine and I'll suck yours." She said moving into a position that made it possible.

Oh he felt so good in her mouth. So hard but encased in such soft flesh. She could do this all day but what he was doing was distracting. Gabi figured she'd have the upper hand there because her dick wasn't really apart of her body but he wasn't just sucking her dick, no, he was also pushing his fingers and mouth onto her clit and pussy. He was too damn good at it too.

Soon they were in a competition of sorts. Each trying to enjoy but not too much, what the other was doing while trying to focus most on giving pleasure enough to push the other one over that edge.

 

[FurryFury]

Alexander looked like he had been the one slapped now. His eyes went wide before they narrowed again at his beautiful wife.

"First let's deal with the little matter of your death shall we?" He said tightening his grip on her pressing against her. His body needed her right now but business came first.

They parked the vehicle, his eyes took in the view then drank in his Cassandra.

"Tell me who was behind that. Your death killed me too. I will destroy them slowly and watch them cry for the mercy I won't give." He growled his hand getting painfully tight on her thigh, his body pushing against her.

"My God Cassandra the years we could have had...never mind just tell me exactly what happened." He said one hand going up and stroking her face the other holding her close. His face softened for just a moment. This house, had been the best place he had ever lived. He may have had less power then but he had a real life. A wife, their girls, all the things one could want he had it all here. If not for their careers and enemies they could have been peaceful and happy here forever.

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Justin was having the best and most productive time in his life so far. There was something about his furry girl that made him feel clear and happy. The work was proceeding much quicker than he would have ever expected. They had switched from rodents to avian's. The key was that the virus be easily transmitted. It needed to be air borne. There would be no stopping it in this world today with global travel and just a tiny window of ignorance the fall out would be massive just as Emmet wanted.

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Emmet looked over at his right hand it was large and rough. His father had always said, "Never let your right hand know what your left hand is doing." Emmet never forgot that. He lived by it. The progress reports on the virus were good. His decision to have Rain work with Justin had certainly helped settle the scientist down and focus him. Soon he would be able to send his children out as infectious couriers to the world

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Rain told her father the cult leader about Justin's progress. Her face was glowing. She knew her father would be pleased. The virus was getting closer and closer to being ready. In her blind faith she had no idea her father and her lover were making plans to cause the largest pandemic the world had ever seen.

The virus would be targeted to those her father felt were "unclean." It would weed out the people that were not useful to his plan. Only he would have the means to grant life to people if he wished.

Little did she know that she would be one of the ambassadors of death.

To her all was right in the world. She was following her God's plans faithfully. She was in love. There was nothing else to think about but these things. Not for one who has been so indoctrinated into a cult that it is all they have ever known.

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It was hard trying to anticipate future virus's and come up with a protocol to immunize or treat them but Alexander Danov paid well. He was an employer who brooked no excuses.

Devon worked harder her eyes burning inside the haz suit she wore as she did. Alex was convinced it would be an avian virus but she had no idea where he had come up with that idea. Truly the possible point of origin for so many viruses were so varied but this was her assignment and as always she would do it well. Hopefully a breakthrough would come soon. She didn't know how much longer she and her crew could go on working such long hours with so few hours off.

The bottom line was, that even if the magically divined the origins of the next huge virus break out were found and correct, there would not be the time and resources to manufacture enough of the vaccine to save everyone. That was another thing that kept her working, hoping, for some unexpected serendipitous discovery.

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Timothy shook his head looking at what was left of the device. All those years, all that work and now it was melted slag, a crisp disk and flawed emerald. Though he knew his boss had his reasons, the blood tests of Tom Dickerson and Reese were good but they didn't have the components that it was expected Gabrielle and Sophia's would.

It had taken time to piece together the image of Cassandra and her words for the twins. All this had taken years of careful painstaking work and now it was all threatened because those two girls got away.

Tim looked again at the microscope. These two men had interesting changes that could be useful but the sort of world saving properties he had hoped for, were just not there.

He wanted to break something right about now. Why the two females had been allowed to get away was beyond his comprehension. He knew they were special but how many operatives would it take to bring them down?

They represented life now for the whole planet and they didn't even know it.

He began his report.
TOP SECRET
Clearance Level Five Only



Sir:

The device is melted, it will be of no further use except perhaps in backward engineering another. Unfortunately we do not at this time have access to the rare materials needed to retrofit another working model. Included on a second page is a list of components we do not have at this time.

The data disk is likewise fried but since we helped program it, making another is not as much of an obstacle as making another device. Of course depending on the intended targets and goals other programing might be necessitated.

Tom and Reese are remarkably healthy, their blood shows changes that we can use but not as significantly as we hope Gabi and Sophia's to be.

Though they didn't say so on physical exam we could tell, the two men have had sex recently. This could lead to significant repercussions for the project as you are aware.

The emerald is so flawed it can't be used again. It can be cut down into smaller gems and sold but we will require another of the same or larger size which as you know, are extremely rare.

I will continue to work of course but until the girls are contained our progress will be slowed.

Tim
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Gabrielle was so hot from Arthur's mouth on her clit, dildo and cunt she had to move now. She pulled away from his full lips, his cock was weeping for her, she licked a few drops of pre come off of it.

"Get up sexy. I want to take your hard ass now." She said with such a purring growl it might curl anyone's toes to hear it.

Arthur stood bracing himself against the pilot's chair. Slowly she opened his small hole up, lubing and pressing as she went. Then she strolled around in front of him lubing her cock making him shiver and laugh at the same time.

"Are you ready to really fly, my friend?" She asked. Behind him once again, she spanked him hard and stroked his cock. It dribbled onto the expensive leather chair back.

"Yes, please." He said.

"Oh I like it when you say please." She said. Slowly she pushed into Arthur's ass. His tiny hole looked much too small for this large dong she was wearing. She watched the clouds they were soaring above. Light drifted through the fluffy things adding to the illusion they were in heaven.

Her left hand stroked his cock. Her right spanked him again and again. His hole was able to take more and more.

As the tip of her dildo slipped inside his first sphincter, he gasped, she slowed and waited. Eventually he pushed back and she rewarded him with more.

"You know what," she said in his ear, "I think this is why we like each other so much, we both like to fly and fuck." Spanking him sharply she began to move faster inside him the harness hitting her clit as she went. Gabrielle bit her lip hard drawing blood, and growled.

"Yes I agree you and I are two of a kind in those areas." He said raggedly as she began to fuck him faster.

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The radio mike in their ears erupted suddenly.

"They are occupied. Two in the cock pit and two in the forward cabin. Break cover and take them now!" The ops leader bleated into the mikes.

Two people quietly opened up the dark panel in the back of the ship they were hiding behind. Giving each other hand signals they crept to the cabin to see Sophia and Greg, eyes closed as they fucked.

They were getting very close to release but the two assassins didn't hesitate. Each slipping a needle into one of the two targets.

The struggle was short, Greg and Sophia were awake but utterly unable to move. Only their eyes showed the struggle and intelligence within. The two assassins moved on pulling out hypo pistols. Opening the door to the cock pit, all that glass within it, was bound to give them away so they went with the high pressured guns to deliver the dose needed.

Gabrielle turned at the sound of the door just in time to catch a hypo dart in her side. Arthur was nearly at the point of coming, he was a bit slower but the result was the same. Down they fell.

The agents looked at each other and shook their heads. This was a wet dream gone bad for the two sets of twins. Awww too damn bad, they didn't at least get to come. One of them thought.

The other thought he would liked to be fucked like that, looking sideways at his partner.

Sadly there was work to be done. The woman moved to the pilot's chair scooping up pre come disdainfully and brushing it on the fabric of Arthur's pants. She changed the coordinates and radioed in the successful capture of the four.

The man began to gather their victims into plastic tarps wrapping as tightly as a spider would a snack. Leaving only the heads of their prizes out to look at each other but they were paralyzed from the drug and couldn't move a muscle anywhere. Only non voluntary bodily functions remained. This allowed them to continue to breath and pump blood through their bodies.

Now they had an even longer flight although they weren't aware of it. They had no idea which group had them or where they would land.

 

[Rockingham]

By the time he did regain consciousness, all Tom could feel was the cold. It bit at him, like nothing he had ever felt before. He got up in a curling position, and put his arms around him. They felt of ice.

His breath was hot and white before him. The room cold and gray, no heat. Frost covered the only window, glassless, just bars looking outside. Snow fell through it into a small pile in the corner.

A cell. About the size of a closet, with a single bed, and a toilet that had been broken years before Tom had even been born. He had a blanket on the bed, and wrapped himself up in it, instantly thankful for the numbing zap of warmth it gave him.

The door was metal, with a small latch on the top to look in, and a small latch on the bottom for shoving food through. A small plate of gruel and water had been placed there some hours ago, both were now well beyond frozen.

Tom yelled out for help, for something, and heard movement outside. The door opened, as a tall blonde Russian came into the room. God, he looked like Dolph Lungreen in that one Rambo movie. Three, or four? He didn't know which one it was. One of those, Rambo had to fight...

The punch knocked him sideways. He fell to the floor, screaming. His whole face exploded in pain, leaving him nothing more than a loose tooth and his own weak cryings.

Dolph only laughed, speaking Russian to some other man back behind the door. Tom's work on languages was rusty, and he didn't know Russian much at all, but the words didn't matter. Tom knew what was being said, more or less.

Rambo three... or four, whichever, spit on Tom and then closed the door once more.

Tom didn't move for a long time after that. All he did was cover himself in the blanket, and spit out that loose tooth. It rattled on the floor and hit a wall, disappearing from his sight.

In so much pain, all Tom could do was think of his Sophia, and smile.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Sophia stared into her sister's eyes. She could see and hear, but couldn't move her eyes around or blink. She had no control over anything. Gabi looked to be suffering the same way.


For the first time in her memory Sophia was scared she'd die. Thoughts of Reese, and thoughts of her sister, and thoughts of her family rushed into her head. She hated this life, she just wanted to be that little girl who had a mom and dad. She wondered if Tom or Reese or both of them had found them, or if their mother was behind all this. Nothing would surprise her anymore.

Hours passed and soon their captors came back, and pushed them against the furniture, and secured their wrapped bodies with straps. Sophia heard the plan begin its descent and she knew that the real trouble would begin soon.

 

[poohlive]

The plane dropped him off a few miles from the encampment. Reese parachuted into a tundra just outside a forest. He was now running through the thick snow, white camouflage keeping him warm and making him look like nothing more than a passing shadow in the terrain.

This was an old KGB bunker, years and years ago. The russians had turned it into some forgotten prison for rent. Anyone and everyone could get the right kind of people in here, to torture or kill as they see fit. It was a playground for those who got in the way, got caught, or could just no longer be controlled.

Reese imagined himself in this place more than once. Every time he killed a man and no longer felt guilt, remorse for taking another man's life. Every piece of his heart that refused to feel anything showed him just how close to the edge he was getting, and just how close to this place he would be.

A few more years, if that.

He was down low against the treeline, just before the compound. High tech goggles with infrared and GPS sateliite relay showed him the insides, and just how many people were there.

Too many. Too many for just one man. A single recon mission would not get this fucker Tom out of here. Tom needed a battalion, Marines maybe, or Nay Seals, some special Ops team.

Yet, there was none. The only man that could save Tom's life was standing right here, freezing his ass off.

"Ok," He sighed, getting out a small notbook and a pencil. He began to write down numbers of guards, where they patrolled, weak spots, strong spots. He was writing down the patters, memorizing them for later.

The place had no camera's, thank god. A journalist some years ago had nearly gotten away with a security camera from this place, almost breaking it wide open. He was caught hours before turning it into an editor, and ironically taken right back to the compound. They took the camera's out the next day.

One thing going for him. The outside had watch posts at each corners, men with assault rifles, good watch too. This wasn't some movie where there is some fat guy who is sleeping half the time, or watching t.v. These guys were all in their prime, and alert as hawks. Nothing escaped them.

Tom let out another sigh, continuing his research.

 

[FurryFury]

Two sets of twins one identical, the other not, were now caught. The question was, by whom and why?

Gabi's mind raced through the possibilities. It was clear that she and Sophia were wanted by many. Not just because right now they technically had gone rogue or for the countless bits of information they possessed but also for their bodies. The device had done something to them. If everything she had been told was right, she was sick, very sick and now she was well. Not only that but her blood and Sophia's could help against some virus. How could someone predict that? How could someone draw up plans for a device that would use old and modern technology that affected so significantly the health of all who were there.

Tom and Reese had been there too. She had to wonder why they were told Gabi's and Sophia's blood would be so helpful but Tom and Reese had been left out. Her mother had been there, or at least she thought so. Foggy tendrils of memories made her brain feel sluggish and at the same time something was there, just almost revealed but not quite.

Victor had said she was nuts. Who was Victor? She wasn't nuts she was just seeing her dead mother. She wanted to shake her head, to clear it but the drug held her body more securely than chains.

She looked at Sophia, her sister and friend. What sort of world was this that kept pulling them apart and setting them at each other's throats? Whoa what? They had never been at each other's throats. A flash of her holding a gun on Sophia careened through her mind.

Her voice harsh and angry echoed in her head then. No, no, no that can't be right. He was calling her Sophia as he fucked her. The way he could fuck her was brutal and nearly perfect. Victor is Tom! I fucked Tom and he was calling me Sophia! She realised with a jolt. If she had not been paralyzed she didn't know what she would have done, as it was she had no options but to stay in the slowly returning memories of what she had been like when she thought her time was up.

Maybe I am crazy after all. Tom sure is and he is wounded not in his flesh but in his mind. Did we get fixed in our brains too? I was supposed to use the strap on with him. Her brain slowed and dipped into the memory. Yes, it was going to be my turn to kill him and take his ass. Regret squeezed her heart. He was sick but still a nearly perfect match for me.

Now I'll never get to do that or even finish with Arthur. She thought sad but her eyes burned into those of one of their captors. He was watching her. Why her she wondered. Surely most would be looking at Sophia.

"Calm down sweetheart." He said with a laugh. "If we wanted you dead you would be. Seems like you are more valuable alive." He stood up and walked over to her then with stunning casualness he gut kicked her watching her eyes.

She could feel it. Her body was begging for air and relief from the pain. She had nothing that she could do. Is there any worst feeling in the world than this she wondered.

"I saw you fucking your boy over there." He said. "That is some sick shit to be doing. You always fuck on planes bitch? Well? Do ya?" He asked pulling her hair he forced her head back painfully.

The female came out of the cock pit eying her partner coldly.

"What do you think you are doing?" She yelled at him.

"Just having a little talk with Ms. Strap On here." He said getting up. "No big deal."

"We are about to land and change planes. They want us to take them to a medical facility but we don't have enough fuel on this small plane to get there so we are landing in a few minutes. Get strapped it. This runaway isn't exactly smooth." She said.

"What about them?" He called after her.

"They said alive, but there was nothing about damaged in our contract." She said. "Let em take their lumps."

A cruel smile was shared by both.

"Just make sure they stay like that, unable to do a damn thing to help themselves." She said before disappearing again in the cock pit.

The landing was rough. The prisoners were toss around the inside of the ship but though they could feel every bump and hit as they rolled, the couldn't brace themselves or do anything about it.

The new plane was not as luxurious but it could fly further. Try as she might, Gabrielle couldn't figure out where they were headed.

It was a long time later that they finally landed. The cold cut through her like knives when they opened the door. Wherever they were it was as hell. She had on no clothes, just the strap on and plastic. The sweat from her body now began to make her cold, as the night air whipped through the plastic stealing all the accumulated warmth.

They were thrown into the back of an old panel truck. Just four bodies pushed against one another because of space, treated like they were simply laundry or garbage being transported for someone else to deal with.

The roads seemed bumpy and slippery. Once again Gabrielle tried to figure out where they were and why. She was glad the man on the plane had gone to sleep, he seemed to have it in for her. She had taken that time and rested as well as she could drifting in and out of sleep like a snowflake drifts in the wind.

Now she tried to move a finger, just her small pinkie finger but still, there was nothing to show her mental commands were doing anything at all.

Where are we and why she wondered. She began her bargaining in earnest then. God, if you will just let the others go and take me...her thoughts started.

 

[Babette_____]

Cassandra looked at him, and felt his warm touch on her skin. “We can't talk here, Alex... not yet, not about that. We need to talk about Olivia first.”

“Olivia?” he asked his face showing confusion. “She's dead, been dead for years.”

“No, she wasn't, she is now, but she wasn't.”

He looked just as perplexed as before, “Fuck Cass, you need to start at the beginning. Why not here?”

“It's all wired up. Your not stupid, and neither am I. If you really mean for me to trust you then your going to have to keep driving us somewhere else, where I haven't told anyone about.”

Without another word, Alex started the car, and pulled out of the drive. Cassandra dialed a number, and spoke into her cell phone. “Leave us be... yes... I'm sure... fuck.. I'm the boss, listen to me, you ass!” she hung up the phone and looked over at her husband. “No one will be following us, at least not from me.”

Alex took the hint and flipped open his own phone and canceled the watch on his person. He pulled the wire from inside his shirt, and tossed it out the window. “Guess its really just you and me.”

Cassandra held his hand, “That's all I ever wanted.”

She directed him to a cabin that was three hours from where they had left. During that time they didn't talk, they just held hands, and touched skin. Fingers caressed fingers, and nails scrapped slowly against skin, and legs.

Finally Cass directed him into the driveway of the cabin, and they got out. She walked to an Elm tree and looked over to Alex, “Lift me up Hon.”

He cocked a brow, but did as she asked. Alex didn't stop his hands from running under her skirt, and then fingering her soft mound, while she stretched and reached the box that was nailed to the tree. Cass closed her eyes, as she felt his finger slip into her sex, and she moaned against her lips. “Alex, please...”

He helped her slide back down, and pushed her against the trunk of the tree, and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Alex tasted her, years of hunger released from him and he drove his tongue hard into her mouth.

Cassandra welcomed it, and pushed her own back into his. She fucked his mouth using every stroke of her tongue that she knew and remembered turned him on.

In seconds she felt his cock buried inside her pussy, and she was cumming all over him. His seed was spurting up inside her, as her fluids covered his ramming cock.

“Fuck!” he growled, “I was gonna wait to do that.”

Cassandra sucked on his neck, as she felt his limp cock leave her slick hole, “Yeah... me too.”

“Let's get inside, that will keep me for about five minutes,” he growled, as he put his dick back in his pants, and Cassandra headed toward the cabin, their cum sliding down her thighs.

Once inside she sat down at the table, and began to tell him about that day:

"You were away on business, I didn't know the kind of business until later. But while you were gone, I got a phone call, that said if I didn't leave at that moment, everyone would be dead. Not just you or me, but the girls, the nanny, everyone. They knew where you were, they had you in their sights, they described to me what you were wearing, and I knew they had you. I knew they'd kill you.

I hung up the phone after I told them I was on my way. I kissed our babies goodbye, I knew you'd be back for them. I loved them, I loved you. I didn't want to leave I had no choice I knew to much.

They had a body for me, and my dental records were fixed to match it. They had it all set up, all I had to do was go along. The car exploded, the dead woman inside... the dental records confirmed she was me, and there I was dead. I didn't learn till later that you hadn't come back for the girls in time, and they were taken from us... from you.

I found out that you weren't the innocent, computer programer either. I learned all about your secret life, and I found it pretty ironic that you were in the same business as I was. But honey, I worked for the good guys or at least I thought I did.

I worked for them for years. A hired assassin. I took out some of the highest political officials, as well as their wives, and lovers. I quit or disappeared from them, after a job went bad.

We were supposed to go in and take out the target and his two mistresses. When we got there, my partner took out the entire household, guards, maids, butler, grounds keeper, the targets, and... the children.

Their were five of them, all under the age of 13. I'll never forget hearing the extra shooting coming from upstairs. I had all ready exploded at him, for killing the others, and he had said nothing. As I was gathering the Intel, I heard more shots.

I ran upstairs, and I saw the last child being killed. The 13 year old lay there in the bathroom, holding a 6 month old infant in her arms. The bullet hit her in the head, and the last thing she saw was me. I shot him, right in the back of the head. Then I gathered the baby, it too was dead, and one by one I buried them.

Then I left, I set the home on fire, and left. I took on a new identity, and became your Cassandra. Your friend, lover, wife, and mother of your children. They found me, and I knew I had to go, I knew it was that or you would all die."

The tears fell like rain, and Alex gathered her into his arms, “We'll talk about who they are later.” Thoughts of killing the people behind her disappearance ran through his mind. “We'll deal with them all, and we'll make sure they know who fires the bullets that kill them.”

 

[Rockingham]

His Sophia gave Tom strength. Strength he didn't know he had, even in this place, freezing his ass off. Iced water and gruel had been nibbled away for the nutrients, and now Tom sat cross legged, slowly rocking back and forth on the ground. The blanket draped over him like some ancient boxer, about to fight for a heavyweight title.

Every so often he would go out in a series of shakes, the cold getting to him, but if he concentrated hard on his Sophia it went away. He had fucked his cock raw inside of her, the pain so warm, so intense. He wished he could do it right now. That would warm him up, just to rape her ass, no lube, no warniing, push himself in deep, feel his skin peel away, feel her own blood mix with his.

His Sophia was gone.

Tom smiled at the four or five teeth that had joined his first one lost to Dolph Lungreen mother fucker. Every half hour he would come on, like clockwork. The blonde russian had cold and cruel smile on his face as he used Tom for a punching bag. One eye was swollen, blood poured from his mouth, nose, and one of his ears. He could not get the taste of copper off his tongue, no matter how many times he spit into the corner.

Oh, they were working him over good and hard. They should have broken him long ago, making him say anything, do anything, make any deal not to have Dolph use him once more.

Tom just smiled though, blood seeping through the hollow holes where teeth used to be. Dolph thought he had an edge, but Tom had been fucked over by someone far more deviant and masochistic than him. Compared to his Sophia, Dolph was nothing more than a fucking pin prick.

Tom sat there in silence now, waiting for the next half hour. His next punishment, his next chance to be closer to his Sophia.

"Bring you fucker," He said, as the blond man came up to the door. They both had smiled on their faces, and blood in their eyes. They were both just as crazy.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

South Boston,United States
10pm EST (Day before current events)

Connor Smith was not the usual guy.To be honest,he could be walking in a crowd of a hundred and be spotted right away.He was a paradox,a different sort of human being that was your norm.Wearing a dark black coat that was nothing fancy and a black,short sleeve undershirt.He wore some normal light blue denium jeans that didn't seem to match what so ever.He had short,brunette hair and wore a pair of designer sunglasses that fit perfectly on his face.

It wasn't his physical being that was so out of the normal.It was the manner in which he carried himself.Cold,cool and collected,he seemed disciplined to the extreme and always quiet.He seemed to be completely blank and all emotion seemed to be repressed.He was of good breeding:He was strong,fast and keen.For those that knew who Connor was,they knew that he was an orphan that went into the military and execelled.Worked his way through the marines,rangers,delta force and then for further training was sent to the Mountian School in Germany,one of the toughest military schools in the world.He worked SAS outfit for a while,also with some training in Israel and Russia.He was still 28 and had accomplished all of this.

After all of the training,he left the military after something he doesn't talk about and he went stright into Merc work,Bounty hunting and Hitman work.He had a perchant for taking outwise guys.To the public eye that has all he has been doing for the rest of his days.Now he is 29 and is in a bar in South Boston where he was born,being of 100% Irish.His drinks were on the house,the old bar tender being an old friend of his fathers and always looked after Connor when he was young.

The door was pushed open and the bells tied to the door rang,letting people know that there was someone comming into the bar at the moment.That was another thing that Connor loved about the bar.You could always know when someone was comming and it was rarely good when it was a stranger.All three men moved in,all bald and all tall.They each had a fair share of facial hair and they spoke in a DEEP Russian accent.Looking out of his perpial,he noticed each and everyone of them were armed,with fifty caliber pistols and automatic Israel Uzi models.

The three Russian's moved up right behind him and surronded him from behind.The leader of the group was the tallest Russian and the burliest.He spoke in Russian to Connor ""мы знаем ваше после ее Mik, добро после этого..., котор мы не можем позволить это." Connor knew what they were saying,being fluient in Russian.His body shiftly slightly,a hand sliding from his lap to a silenced pistol.

"разбросайте если вы знаете хорошо для вас, вы не будете хотеть быть здесь, то когда я сделанный подсчитывать до 10" Connor answered back to them.Each Russian tensed and reached for their weapons.The sound of cocking guns were heard.A double barrell shotgun was placed to the head of one Russian two more Irish people in the bar had their sights on the Russian's.Connor had his gun pressed against the crotch of the lead Russian,Smirking to himself,the Russian's left without a word or a bullet fired.

Boston International Airport
Half an hour later

Connor placed his large bag on the check in baggage.He had at least fifteen assorted weapons with enough ammo to start a little war in their,yet the bag was made of lead which showed up black of scanners so it looked like the back was full of nothing.Making his way through the busy airport,he walked by people and crowds.He was wearing the same clothes and looked completely out of place.That was sort of like Connor's personality.He was a Devout Catholic yet he was a trained super soldier.He believed that with his gun,he could bring about justice.Evil man=Dead man.Boarding the plane in first class,he was on the first plane to Russia,thats what the text message on his phone said...the girls were in Russia.

Somewhere in Russia.
Who knows what Time.

A van that was carrying the girls was headed down the deserted road.This road was snow covered and it looked worn down and shitty.It was in poor condition like almost everything in eastern Russia,the further away from Moscow,the worst things got in Russia.It was snowing pretty hard now yet he was as warm as ever.Connor was wearing a jet black Kevler BDU(alot like Ethan hunt wore in MI2 when he raided the one building).He also wore a large,warm coat that was all white,which gave him great camoflague in the snow.Slung over his back was a Fifty Caliber Sniper rifle.He wore two silenced pistols on each side and he had a serious face on,his game face.

Taking out a military issue spike strip,like the ones that the police in American use to destroy all four tires on a vechile.It put it a little bit under the snow so it was not visable,not that the speeding van could avoid it.Running from the spot and taking point on a hill a short while away,he laid down on the soft snow and pulled out his sniper rifle,prepping it and covering himself with a white blanket with snow,so it looked like he was just part of the hill.

The van was seen in the distance.It was speeding across the road.The road was stright for a lond time and it just keep going and going,speeding faster and faster,Soon the fan ran over the spike stripe,both sets of the tires being shot out instantly and sending the van screeching foreward into the snow.The Russian driver braked as hard as they could and soon the pair of Russians stepped out.The male driver was the first one out,he walked to the front of the truck to look at the tires.The female went to the back and began to open the back.First shot was squared right in the head of the male.His head blow open and he fell foreward onto the hood of the car.

Next shot was even better and it peirced right through the Woman's head as she almost got through opening the door.Springing up from his perch on the hill,not far away,began running towards the van as fast as he could.By now both bodies were on the ground,bleeding and death.Stopping infront of the van,Connor lifted his hand and drew a cross over his body and spoke a little bit of latin,asking for the pairs spirits to be forgiven by god.

Comming around the to the back door,he pulled the door open.In the back was what he had expected.Two women...yet there was two men as well."Get up you two,it is time to go.I have some clothes for you if you need them,it is very cold outside." Looking at the time men,he shook his head "As for you two,figure out someway out of here,I have no need of you" Connor said cooly,without any sort of remorse or tremor of emotion comming across his face as he moved away from the back of the truck.

 

[Babette_____]

Cassandra looked over to her husband, her life-mate. She had missed him far more deeper then she realized. She slipped her body closer to his, and slowly ran her fingers over his sweaty skin. They had made love, slow and gently, each one relearning the other, then it had turned into the heated release of tension, and lust. Her wrists still showed the light redness from the straps he had used to bind her down with.

Her kiss awakened him, and he looked back at her. "Hello," he whispered.

"Hello," she smiled back. "I've missed you," a stray tear coarsed down her face.

"I know... so have I," he touched her cheek. "Can you finish your story now?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Years before I met you, I was arrested, for helping to sell weapons to some of the area gangs of New York. I made a deal with the D.A. and before long I was in deep with the underground workings. It went on for years, until the bust was made, and the top guy was hounded down. By then the US goverment, new about me, and they told me I was now working for them. I didn't have a choice, it was just ordered, and I figured, why not, I had nothing else to do.

So I started working for them, before long I was able to move up the ladder to director, and after that, I began doing more work on the sides. Investigating things here and there, and taking different missions. I started working with one outfit, and playing them against the other. Soon I had toppled many, with the helps of various secret organizations. When the government learned about all the pots, and kettles I was stirring, I was told to finish off a few more jobs for them, or I would be dealt with.

I knew what they meant, so I began picking off their political enemies one by one. That last job, though, that was the kicker. I left then, I didn't look back. When they called I went back into business, and I started hiring people to do my dirty work while I did theirs. Most of the ones involved early in my career are no longer a bother to me, or our girls. You and I need to find them, Alex. We need to work together, and bring them home safely."

"We will, I promise you," he kissed her cheek, then slowly trailed his fingers over her breasts, and down her stomach. "We'll work together, and bring them home."

 

[FurryFury]

What is life about if not sensation, Gabi thought as the van bounced over the rough road tossing them against each other or the sides of the van, jarring them. She knew that Sophia, Arthur and Greg were all near her all touching each other or at least the plastic they were in was, rarely could she make out a body part much less whose it was.

The ride seemed to take a long time. It was not a comfortable one. She kept trying to move but other than blinking her eyelids she was dead inside her flesh. Gabrielle hoped that somewhere beside her one of the others was doing better, able to move, able to make a move to save them. She didn't expect rescue from an outside source. After all, the two sisters were currently outlaws. Likely the only rescue they would get would simply put them in other hands equally hostile.

She felt a regret about Arthur and Greg. She had brought them into this. They were probably going to be treated worse than the sisters. Or was a quick death worse? Maybe they would get the better deal after all. Regardless they were in this because of her. She hadn't even gotten to finish fucking Arthur. If her dick was real, it would sure be limp now.

The cold kept getting worse and worse, but she was still hard of course. What a picture, she thought, naked with a strap on digging into my own gut. That kick the guard had given her, the way he had wrapped her, oh yeah, she knew his type. She would love to give him what he had coming even while she felt the pain he had given her grow in ache and intensity.

Hell now that she thought about it, the van rolling them around like pick up sticks was good in a way. It allowed their bodies to move even if they couldn't provide the locomotion on their own. Bodies that stayed in one position too long had challenges she'd rather not add to her current list. The list was long enough already.

Her mind had zoned out for a bit of blessed silence. Then the tires went. The knocking like sounds made her think of the engine about to blow but since she had experiences a blow out once on the highway she recognized it for what it was.

Someone had ambushed them. Another player was on the board. The female agent opened the back of the van for some reason. The light was blinding to Gabi, her eyes watered making her vision only worse. She focused just in time to see a red mushroom on the agent's face, the red spray looked pretty really, against the snowy day.

Snow blew into the van, hung on her lashes, melted on her skin, making her colder still.
All this and she couldn't even chatter her teeth. All she could do was blink. A man came running down. He was talking in...Latin? She couldn't follow the Latin enough to puzzle together what he said, he was speaking too quickly. Then he spoke in English telling them to get up. He was telling them to get up. She couldn't.

She wanted to look into his eyes. She couldn't move her head. All she could see what was directly in front of her. That was his waist, his crotch and his gun. Not a bad view at all she thought as she tried harder to move something, anything...but she couldn't make her body obey. How badly she wanted to pound something.

What had he said? The men, were on their own? Not if she had anything to say about it. If she had anything to say about it, she would bring the men with her out of this hell she had gotten them into. She had a lot of questions but she could speak non of them.

Her frustration grew large and tight. She only hoped she got to let it out before she died.

 

[poohlive]

Leaning against the outside of the wall, Reese only let out as much breath as he could. The sigh was nearly silent, but to him it became all too loud. Two men were above him on the perimeter, both of them looking carefully out into the empty snowfield below them.

Ducked down, all Reese could do was shiver and wait.

They had seen him, or rather they had seen something. Reese took a little too long disconnecting the motion sensors, and now he was cradled down next to the wall, hoping his long white snowcoat was enough to disguise him.

They spoke in Russian, and although Reese could understand it, they were too far away. At the moment he had his hands covering his ears, and the only words that came to him were muffled and jargoned anyway.

He heard the shot, and immediately had his gun out. He looked up, hoping he could shoot one before they pulled another shot off, but again he froze. They were not looking down at him.

They were looking out. Off next to the treeline was a small rabbit, running for cover. The russians were taking pot shots.

A small sigh of relief came as Reese got back down, covering himself once more. He would get back to his small post in the woods soon enough. Some warm coffee and soup would be waiting

With the motion sensors off, he would go in tonight.

Above him, the sound of an AK continued to rock the quiet countryside.