Taking it from the rear (Closed)

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(This story is closed to Bankbabe13 and myself)

Sgt Jason Ripper wasn't the epitome of an NCO. He was brash, cockpit, arrogant. Had more Article 13s to his name than years in service. Yet he was key to the success of 69th Army Unit.

This wasn't a garden variety unit. They were not infantry or POGs. They were considered special by the way they carry out their mission. A lot of it was underhanded. If you are going to fight you gotta fight dirty.

Their last mission Ripper was still recovering from. They went to Belarus and snuck into a Palace to plant bugs by way of a honeypot. That's because the 69th was coed, women and men serving together.

At first Ripper was against it. He didn't want what he felt was traditionally a man's job to be taken over by a woman. It wasn't an easy transition.

This day Ripper woke up and did his one hour of PT, pressing 350lbs for an hour with his 6'4" 250lbs frame, crew cut black hair and dark brown eyes. He struck a handsome but rugged figure with his chiseled face criss crossed with all sorts of scars from the many battles he's faced in his years.

One hour and a cold shower took the simmering rage he always felt inside of him waking up. Knowing today a new mission would be given. That meant a new team with the 69th.

 

[bankbabe13]

Sgt Cassandra "Kassie" Holler was the general's daughter blonde 5'9 120 perky 34B chest and spoiled as all get out. Her father thought it a good idea to spend time with the Omega unit since that was the army's secret favorite and also maybe knock some of the princess attitude frim her. She arrived where her father tokd her to go in the following..


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Sgt Kassie Holler liked the attention so her "uniform" always bent dress code rules. She entered asking for Ripper.

 

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One of the specialists came to me with a perplexed look about their face. "You're not going to believe who just reported in" gesturing with a thumb over their shoulder. Looking outside the office window there stood this woman looking really out of place considering her environment.

"Who the hell is that?" I asked the specialist.

"Sgt. Holler, as in General Holler's daughter!" the specialist exclaimed.

Grumbling under my breath, shit. What would a general's daughter be doing here? Sent here to spy on us? The looks of her showed that she may not fully understand what this unit was all about. Oh, well. Time to go out there and see what this woman thinks she is. "Tell her to come on back to my office" I told the specialist who then walked out and carried out the order.

For a moment I prepared myself. Would she be some know it all brat or someone who was ready and willing to listen and to learn. Lord knows we need more people. The unit's numbers were low. What we didn't need was another thorn in my ass.

"Come on back!" I called out.

 

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Sgt Kassie told the men they needed to head to the gaza strip to get intel on possible terrorist cells. But with anywhere frim dusty back alleys to schetchy watering holes as possible meeting places they had to keep ears open and act lke they were on regukar patrols.
The people, even though used to soldier presence, were still semi anti american. As Sgt Kassie and a few men began to go through rhe crowded market place, they had to be on their toes from attacks or arab men going after Sgt holler, escpecially with her uniform so far removed from what their women wore.

 

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Kassie was drawing attention. Maybe too much attention. We are suppose to be subtle. Infiltration called for subtlty. Gritting my teeth walking in front of her, my eyes were open and scanning all of the hard faces around us. Men were not staring. They were GLARING at Kassie. The women hide their mouths behind their hands and whispered to one another. No doubt about our new sergeant. This was just inviting trouble.

The people had to be moved out of the way to get us through. That's when a man, tall and lanky fellow, stood directly in front of us, extended a finger and pointed out Kassie, "You!" speaking in a loud and firm voice, "You cannot wear that here!"

Oh, boy. Rolling my eyes I said to the man, "We are on official business. You need to move out of the way and let us through. You cannot interfere with us."

"No!" the man raised his voice. Drawing more people's attention. They started to form a circle around the entire patrol. Pressing us into a smaller circle. "She cannot be wearing this here" pointing at her uniform.

"Look, bud, we don't have to follow your rules!" I said with an accustatory finger aimed right back at the man.