The Devil's Due: A "Silo" Story (closed)

[Alice2015]

Paxico, Kansas
North of Silo:

They called her Angel. It was because with her brightly bleach hair and flawless, fair skin, the horny men she spent time around thought she embodied such a heavenly spirit. It was also because if you called her by her given and long ago abandoned name, Edith, you were likely to wake up the next morning dead.

The 26 year old was anything but an angel. She'd killed more men than most of her male counterparts within the Paxico Patrol, and sometimes for no real reason other than it had suited her at the time. Despite her volatility, however, she was well respected -- or simply well feared -- within the small militia that governed over the small town half a mile off Interstate 70. She answered to only one man, the Double P's commander and her current lover, nicknamed Blade for his love of the knife -- and she only answered to him because he was even more voatile and scary than she was.

On this beautiful, relatively warm (51 degree) late winter morning, Angel was where she could often be found, sitting atop the grain towers at the intersection of Main and First Streets at the south end of Paxico.

She loved it up here for so many reasons, the first and foremost of which was that no one else ever came up here. Once Angel had gotten in good with Blade, she'd been able to insist upon and enforce a No Trespassing restriction on the bins. Once, she'd even opened fire on one of her fellow Paxico Patrol members, driving him back down to the ground with a dozen or more shots from her drum-loaded AK-47.

The only person who was permitted to climb the 50 feet plus to the top was Blade, and Angel didn't have to worry too much about enduring his company since the man was deathly afraid of heights. The blond bombshell could stretch out in her padded chaise lounge chair -- warmed by heating pads powered by a 100 foot long cord that ran all the way to the office below -- and enjoy the only certain moments of peace and quiet in her otherwise hectic life of world domination.

Of course, Paxico wasn't much of a world to dominate. But since early in the post-Greeve new world order, one version of a militia or another had ruled the little town that had had a pre-alien invasion population of 300 and still today have almost 200 living here. For the last 15 years, the Paxico Patrol had been in control. "Blade", who had grown up here and been a Patrol Deputy, had reorganized the city's defense force after cutting the former Sheriff's head off with a knife, then shooting three of the man's loyal Deputies.

Blade promoted Deputies who were loyal to him and deputized a dozen more friends. By force, he collected all of the weapons across town, to both prevent a possible uprising against him and strengthen the Patrol's power. He took control of the economy in such a way that he and he alone determined who did what, who got what, and how all were handled should they not do as he commanded.

Angel hadn't always agreed with Blade's decisions, but then there wasn't much that she could do about it. She liked her throat pretty like it was, not cut open and bleeding red all down the front of her young, firm tits. She ate well, she slept in a warm bed -- not always intruded upon by Blade -- and she got to shoot people who entered town and tried to upset the balance that, essentially, made a queen out of her.

If she had her druthers, Angel would have put a bullet through Blade's skull and taken over. But, as respected and feared as she was, she didn't command the loyalty that he did. No sooner did Blade's body hit the ground than Angel's own body would be stripped of it clothes and fucked over and over again by the Paxicos until there simply was nothing left to enjoy.

She was enjoying this breeze free afternoon, catching some badly needed rays, when a bright point of red light in the distance to the east began flashing in code. She rose without hurry and, after interpreting the signal, got onto her radio and reported, "East Post's got company."

She moved to the edge of the grain bin and, as she continued to watch the flashing light, donned a pair of thick, protective leather gloves. She grabbed hold of the rope that ran down the side of the cylinder, moved into place, and repelled down to the ground. Her long gone brothers had taught her to do this when she was only eight, to the shock of their mother and belt of their father. At the bottom, a jeep was already pulling up with four men in it. She hopped in, and seconds later, the quintet was shooting up the debris covered road, sending leaves and dust up in swirls behind them.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Bullseye had been traveling alone for months. He had been living off of the rations he had picked up from the last supply dump he had raided and the food he got from the land, but now he was running low on essentials. He needed to head back to civilization to resupply.

He grimaced. Civilization, huh bunch of cowards was more like it. Content to hide and let their new masters the Greeve take over the world. Ahh whatever, he didn't care as long as they didn't hassle him and gave him the stuff he needed.

He had consulted his Map and seen that the nearest Place was a small town called Paxico. He hadn't been there before but he would follow his standard procedure. He stopped a mile distant from the place and used his scope to check the place out making sure it was shaded from the sun.

It looked reasonably normal although he saw a few fueled vehicles. Not so standard anymore and could mean the presence of a home grown militia. Still what he saw didn't concern him. He checked out other spots, picking out various spots he would place guards and sniper nests and places he could run too if anything went wrong. It took him ten minutes to memorize the layout of the town and crawl back to where he had left his things.

He decided to leave most of his weapons and things here. No use bringing them into town anyway. He unpacked his backpack of all but the essentials, placed his things and his webbing on top of his camouflage suit as well as his trusted sniper rifle and carbine and one two of his pistols. His grenades followed. Then he wrapped it all up and placed it deep inside a thorn bush. It was practically invisible to his eyes and he knew where to look so nodding satisfied he headed into town.

As he neared the place he saw a laser sight targeting system flash back towards the town. Silly really while still being clever. A good way to communicate without being heard, bad though if someone was on high alert and had been trained to look for things like that, or had a pair of sunglasses that had a filter that could allow him to see them.

He continued walking like nothing had happened but slyly adjusted the concealed knives he had strapped to his body and the second pistol.

 

[Alice2015]

The jeep flew down Main toward the East Post at the end of town, reaching it in less time than it had taken Angel to descend from atop the grain tower. Paxico was barely more than a half mile across from city limit to city limit, a little taller than wider, so a person in a fast moving vehicle could circle the perimeter in just a couple of minutes.

"Talk to me," Angel said casually into the radio. She already knew from the Patrolman's earlier code that the visitor had been spotted a mile out.

"One target, male, armed," the Patrolman's voice sounded as the jeep flew past bim without slowing. As he warched his counterparts zip by, he added, "No visual."

Angel back slapped the driver's shoulder for his attention when the passed the grove of trees blocking the view that the perimeter watch had had, and the driver lifted his foot from the accelerator. A moment later, they could see the visitor strolling toward town, right down the ancient dashed yellow line.

"What the fuck?" asked the man standing behind Angel, clutching the open topped jeep. "Not even trying to conceal himself."

It wasn't often that an individual walked into Paxico alone. Loners didn't survive long in this hard world. As the jeep continued to slow, Angel wondered whether the man was fearless or just stupid. She secretly hoped for the former. She gestured to the driver again, and the jeep crawled to a stop a good 70 yards from the stranger. Immediately, the three men in back bailed and spread out, their guns leveled at the man.

Angel stayed where she was for a moment, studying the intruder. Without lookibg to her chauffeur, she said, "If he does anything stupid ... run his ass over."

"Sure thing, Angel," he said. He glanced to his right ... to see her unbuttoning her camauflage jacket just enough to show off the upper black lace of her wire support bra. He smiled, asking, "Are you taking him into custody ... or your bed?"

Without looking his way, she immediately asked, "Would you like your balls where they are ... or...?"

Angel saw his head swivel quickly forward. She dismounted with her drum loaded AK47 casually before her and approached the man confidently. She didn't need to look to the others to know that they were following behind her, off to the sides to make it harder for the man to whip out a gun and mow'em down before one of them got him. Angel also knew that they would be staying back a ways 'cause they were all chicken shits. They didn't know who this man was, what he was carrying in the way of weapons, nor how good he might be with said weapons. Until they did, they were going to stay back at least fifty or sixty feet.

That was fine with Angel, though. She liked to be able to trade introductions and a few words with newcomers before the others got involved. She didn't slow until she was a bare 6 feet from him, plenty close for him to notice the generous cleavage on display where she'd unfastened two buttons. Angel knew that most men couldn't help but ogle her when she did such things, and if their eyes were on her tits -- or other womanly features -- they weren't looking else where, as in preparing for either a defensive or offensive move. If his gaze stayed off her tits, Angel knew that the man had to be considered more seriously.

"Greetings," she said with a knowing smile. Whether or not he ogled her, Angel took a moment to look him up and down, contemplating both his body and his weapons -- or lack thereof. He was lightly armed, which Angel didn't trust as true. He hid it all, she told herself. I would have. When she looked back up to the man's eyes, she said, "They call me Angel. Well to Paxico. Whaddaya want?"

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Bullseye watched as the jeep came barreling towards him and took the slight opportunity the grove of trees gave him when he was blocked from their sight to check his hidden weaponry. Then he was calmly walking forward again by the time they came into view again.

Damn it though he had misjudged the situation. It looked like this place was run by some militia of some kind. He would have to see just what type they were but from the looks of the town he was not expecting much. These were the types of cowardly fucks he hated.

As the jeep got closer he slowed down then stopped. It pulled up a decent way from him and three people got out and into a semi circle. Well at least they were decently trained he guessed. It would make it harder for him to kill all three before at least one of them got a shot off at him. Of course it was not impossible and he knew at least five ways he could do it right now, but that wasn't what he was here for.

He waited and then what he presumed to be the leader stepped down. He had already seen that it was a woman and he studied her as she walked closer. She handled her weapon with the casual air of someone very familiar with it and he was sure she knew how to use it, Well.

She wore a Cammo jacket but had unbuttoned it to reveal some very fine assets, but he snorted in derision. Anyone caught by that trick was an idiot. He looked past her and saw her men moving forward with her keeping the same formation but hanging well back. So well trained, but pussies only used to pushing around unarmed civilians. He snorted in disgust and waited until the woman reached him. He looked her in the eyes and saw the look in them. Here was someone not afraid to kill, but there was also a little hint of madness. So someone to be careful of.

"They call me Angel. Welcome to Paxico. Whaddaya want?"

Succinct and to the point, he liked that. Smiling he answered "Just need some supplies and I will be on my way." His voice was a bit gravely from disuse. He had no need to talk when he was out hunting after all. It was just him so who would he talk to? "Might also take a bath and grab a drink if you have someplace I can do that. Been on the road awhile and bathing in rivers and streams is getting a little old. Some hot water would be a nice change."

 

[Alice2015]

"Just need some supplies..." the man told Angel, his eyes scanning the scene with soldiering experience, survival experience, or both. "...and I will be on my way."

They always say that, she thought, studying him as he was studying them. Then they either take something that ain't theirs ... or do something something stupid. And then I get to kill them. Though she had no qualms about gunning him down right here on Main, Angel had the same thought going through his head that the stranger did: that's not why I'm here.

"Might also take a bath," he continued.

That caused Angel's lips to widen just a tad. She loved a naked man. Didn't matter what man. She liked them all when they were in their birthday suits. So stimulating, even the ugly and fat ones. And so vulnerable, too. Angel had never been harmed by a naked man, even the ones who'd been stripped for the purpose of raping her. It took more than one man -- naked or not -- to get that from the woman if she wasn't ready to give it up. Two men had bled to death after trying, each of them castrated while others watched, either in their own delight or total horror.

He continued, "...and grab a drink if you have someplace I can do that."

The end of the world might have come before Angel's birth, but one thing that would be available even after her death was booze. There were four separate stills in Paxico, two belonging to the Patrol, a third privately owned but taxed 30% of its product, and a fourth of which Angel knew but had kept secret in exchange for a cut from the owner.

She turned to look at the man closest to her and told him to give up his bottle. His expression told of his hesitance, but Angel's expression told him he had no choice in the matter. After he turned it over, she stepped up closer to the man. She took a drag off the metal flask, then offered it out. Before he could consider reaching for it, though, Angel said firmly, "Give up your weapons ... and I'll see that you get that bath. Food ... bottle of booze." She glanced down at one of the visible knives, then back up. "No one enters town armed." Her smiled widened, and with a sincere tone, she promised, "You'll get'em all back ... so long as you don't cause trouble."

"What's he offering?" one of them men called out, reminding Angel that there was nothing for free in Paxico.

She half turned her head and snapped, "Shut the fuck up!"

The man didn't speak again. As she turned back to the stranger, though, Angel repeated the question, "What are you offering?"

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Bullseye had been expecting this. Both the unarming and the trading and had come prepared. One of his knives was well hidden in a place he doubted they would search even if they were professional. Plus when he willingly gave up the other hidden knife and gun, although reluctantly, he didn't think they would do more than a rub down. Plus he always had his secret weapon and that would definitely go undetected.

As for trade he carefully and slowly shrugged off his backpack, and moved it in front of him and undid the straps so Angel could look inside. "Got some smoked Venison and wild pig. Couple of clips of 9mm ammo and something special that no one hears about or sees except for whoever is in charge. I can guarantee it is something worthwhile and worth a lot and is of no danger though."

He took the offered bottle and took a cautious sip before taking an actual mouthful. Not too bad, but not the best he had tasted. Real homemade stuff but not really made by anyone that really knew what they were doing. With all these good ingredients around you would think someone could make some decent shine. Still the fact that there was a still somewhere in town he filed away for future need.

"So this stuff acceptable or what?"

 

[Alice2015]

Angel's Profile

She watched the man drop his backpack before him and open it just enough to show some of the goods he was claiming to have. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the heavy weapons that had been drooping a bit raise again, ready for the stranger to whip out an Uzi and mow'em all down.

Pussies, she thought to herself again. Ignorant pussies. She knew that their visitor had wanted to interact -- to trade, to survey, to rest -- or he wouldn't have been caught walking down the middle of Main toward town.

He asked, "So this stuff acceptable or what?"

Angel let her AK hang by her side as she moved closer and slowly leaned over his pack. She initially kept her eyes on his, but then looked down at the offerings. Her movements were slow as she reached in and moved the things about, searching for that nothing dangerous item that so many idiots thought they could simply hide at the bottom.

She saw what she assumed was a package of meat and -- peeking back up at the man to ensure he didn't react negatively -- she pulled it slowly out and slipped it right into jacket, past the cleavage that she had continued to deploy as only a woman could. She stood tall again and said, "Acceptable."

She eyed the pack again and nodded to him, letting him know it was okay for him to retrieve it, then looked to the men flanking him and nodded to them to put them at ease. Still wary of the man but with their weapons no longer trained on him, they started back toward the jeep, their attention divided between the rough ground of the shoulders they'd been on and the man standing with their boss's girl friend.

"Let's take a ride, and I'll introduce you to that person in charge." She spoke those last two words with obvious contempt, then in a whisper added, "But ... why don't you keep thing you mentioned to yourself for now."

She hoped that he would understand that she wanted to be the one fortunate enough to see his little surprise. Of course, in his eyes, she was just a woman with a gun, supported by men with guns, answering to another man likely to have a gun. She had a plan, of course, to lure the man's interest in and loyalty to her. But she couldn't reveal that to him now, here, surrounded by armed men loyal to Blade. And, of course, she had to ensure that he would be open to the idea before revealing it to him.

Angel had no intention to play second fiddle to Blade any longer than she must. From the first day she'd parted her thighs for the man, securing her place as his right hand man, she'd known that one day she would see him killed and his ill-gotten Sheriff's badge pinned to her more attractive chest. But overthrowing him wasn't simply a matter of rolling over next to him in bed one night and sticking one of his own knives into his chest. There were politics to be considered.

Blade had grown up in Paxico, the son of the former Sheriff's Senior Deputy. Just days after Blade's father was killed by raiders, he killed the Sheriff and took the badge. Three other Deputies loyal to the now-deceased cop were also killed, and after Blade promoted his loyal followers, deputized a dozen trusted friends, then greatly increased the compensation his new Deputies were to receive, his place in Paxico was secure. And he'd done this all at the tender young age of 21.

He was a skilled commander and politician, and there wasn't a soul in Paxico who would stand up to him in public. Well, there wasn't a soul who would do that now. Twice before, men had. And they'd been publically killed, hung from a pole in the middle of town until the crows were done with them, then driven out to the countryside and tossed into a gully for the other scavengers to have their turn at them.

And while Angel had access to Blade while he was at his most vulnerable, she knew that simply ending his life would result in retribution from his most loyal men. No, if Angel was going to get rid of Blade, she was going to have to find an outsider to do it. A man, not unlike this one, who she could manipulate into killing not only Blade but another six or seven die hards. She already had the secret loyalty of nearly a dozen Deputies, and the rest would fall in line once she made it clear to them that life for them would be better under her rule.

At the jeep, the other men closed to climb in. She snapped at a pair of them as she looked off toward town, "Take a hike." They glared at her, which only caused her to add, "It's a quarter of a fucking mile, you pussies. Walk it."

They glared at her but backed away dutifully. She looked eyes with the third man who had dismounted, giving him a knowing expression. Leaving the others behind as she, the stranger, and the driver drove away was actually a ruse. The three men left behind would wait until the vehicle had entered the little town and turned out of sight, then head out of town to search for the man's stash. They knew this lone stranger would have had more belonging than they'd found on him. The trick was finding where he'd hidden it all.

Unfortunately, this particular stranger was more skilled at hiding his treasure than these pirates were at finding it, and the camouflaged gear would remain exactly where he'd left it until he wanted to find it...

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Bullseye was glad he had taken precautions. It looked like this town was pretty well sown up. He had watched as the woman had gone through his things and smiled a little as she had obviously looked for his 'Mystery Package'. Of course she wouldn't find it with just a casual search. The backpack had a secret compartment that was very well hidden and it would have to be thoroughly searched by a professional for it to be found. Considering the items in question were also very light the bag would not feel heavy or lumpy when empty so they would not give away the location of it either.

As he was led to the jeep he heard her orders and shrugged. So they were going to look for his gear. Something he would have done as well, which was why he had hidden it so well. No one would be traveling alone with just a knife and a pistol these days. She had to know he had at least a rifle somewhere.

He was surprised when she had told him to keep a hold of his mystery item though. He thought on that as they began their journey into town. Obviously she didn't want the boss to know but why? Well it would reveal itself he just had to hope he was not going to be put in the middle of any shit storm.

Speaking of which. "Here you better take these," he said handing over his sidearm and knife that had been on his belt and in the open and the other gun that he had hidden and the other knife. He grinned at her, "Pays to be careful doesn't it."

He still had one knife on his person and his little secret so he was not totally disarmed. "I hope I get the same ones back. They have been good to me and believe me I know them well. Don't try to swap them for crap ones."

 

[Alice2015]

OOC Comments:

• Angel and her men were supposed to disarm him with a very light, very unprofessional pat down. I forgot.
• For the purposes of the school below, imagine the things I say are true and visible in the Google Maps Street View image.
• I had been referring to the members of the Paxico Patrol as Patrolmen. I have edited my past posts and will now be calling them Deputies and Blade the Sheriff. You can see the Paxico, Kansas, OOC page for why this is.

They had to drive all the way to the other end of Paxico ... which meant barely more than a mile. From where they picked up the stranger onSnokomo Road, which of course became Main, they traveled north up Newbury to the Paxico Junior High School.

The school was a perfect headquarters for the Patrol. After the terrorism fears of the first quarter of the century, the school's safety had been upgraded to the point that it was as secure as many minimum security prisons. A wrought iron fence encircled the entire property. Concrete barriers -- decorative, but very functional -- were strategically located in such a way as to stop anything short of a fully loaded dump trunk at high speed from getting close to the buildings.

Inside, security doors and window shutters -- again, decorative but very functional -- could be activated and slid into place with the touch of a single button from a panel in the office, powered these days by a bank of car batteries charged by solar panels on the roof. The Patrol had also put trip wires on selected doors, entrances of which only they were aware. The ignorant had only to open the wrong door to bring a quick end to their shortened life.

There was only one other building in Paxico larger than the Junior High -- the Elementary -- which meant that the Patrol had lots of room. Many of the Deputies had claimed an entire class room to themselves, though there were a few who were living in actual homes spread out across town. The advantage to living at the school, or course, was the incredible security ... and the whore house located in what used to be the teachers' lounge. The Patrol typically kept four to six girls on staff, some volunteers who had no other way to make a living and others who had been sentenced for their crimes against the Patrol.

The jeep flew through the gates, guarded by a pair of Deputies with automatic AKs, and screeched to a stop at the main entrance. Angel hopped out and headed in without even looking back at the stranger. She didn't have to watch him: the Deputies she'd left back on Snokomo had already radioed ahead, and by the time Angel had passed through the doors, two more pair of them were escorting the school to escort him inside.

She simply continued forward, down the main hall to what had once been the principal's office. Even though it lacked the size of a standard room or the gym or the band room, Blade had liked the concept of it having belonged to the school's head. Plus, it had a private bathroom and was connected via three other doors to offices that he also claimed for himself.

Angel entered through the open door to find Blade hunched over his desk, looking through his journal with a concern expression. He looked up and immediately let her know that little happened in Paxico without him knowing about it. "I hear we have a visitor."

Angel curled around the desk to look down upon the book. She asked without any real concern, "Problems?"

"The numbers don't match up," he said, closing the book.

Angel knew that meant Blade had discovered the discrepancies between the past few months' income and outgo. And she knew there were discrepancies because she and selected, trusted Deputies had been skimming off the top. It was stupid for anyone to take a chance like that with Blade. But, Angel was his lover and his most trusted Deputy ... and the thefts had only come from those goods normally collected by Blade's most trusted associates, meaning that if anyone was going to get blamed -- and punished -- it wouldn't be Angel or her people.

They both looked up to the office's entrance as the newcomer stepped inside. Out of the corner of her eye, Angel could see Blade slowly lower his hand to the fire arm on his hip and unclip the holster. She said in almost a whisper, "Relax."

She slung the back pack off her shoulder and dropped it before Blade. The heavy, metal sound of the guns clunking atop the solid wood desk were obvious. Blade studied the man for a moment, waved the Deputies at the door away -- knowing they wouldn't go far -- then gestured to the chair opposite him.

"What can we do for you?" Blade asked, his hand playing upon the butt of his handgun, "And ... who the hell are you?"

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Bullseye had enjoyed the ride in. It had been a long time since he had ridden in a vehicle and he liked the feeling of once again whizzing along at the fast pace. Of course he did not forget to check out the terrain as they moved into the town. It looked like any other small town he had visited. A couple of general buildings, a Shopping precinct, a gas station, A few fast food places, and a couple of schools. There were a few dozen blocks of houses and one or two parks. All in all a very typical small town.

As the jeep approached what was clearly one of the biggest places in town he saw that this was not typical small town. It had a large fence and as they got closer he saw little concrete barriers his parents had told him were put in front of places to stop people from driving vehicles straight into buildings.

He wondered what the purpose of the place had been when just as they started to drive inside he saw a sign proclaiming it to be Paxico's Junior High School. Why a school needed this much security was baffling but he could see why a militia would commandeer it for themselves.

It only took a moment for them to drive to the main entrance, stop and for his beautiful captor/guard to walk off. Of course he followed her, he knew the drill. Besides he was not letting the bag with his stuff out of his sight. As he entered the building two armed guards exited it and fell into step beside him hurriedly not really expecting him to be so close behind Angel.

He followed her through the school and eventually saw her enter the old principals office. He assumed it was the new bosses headquarters and slowed to give her time to explain the situation before walking in.

The guy behind the desk was younger than he thought he would be. He looked to still be in his twenties although he was probably pushing thirty real soon. Still it was a testament to the guy that he had taken over at such a young age. However he was jumpy as his reaction to him suggested, his hand going straight to his gun even though he was clearly unarmed.

"What can we do for you?" Blade asked, his hand playing upon the butt of his handgun, "And ... who the hell are you?"

"I am just a traveler wandering through. I just want to do a little trading for some goods and then I will be on my way. Well that and maybe get a bath and a drink and sleep in a proper bed for one night, maybe with some company."

He gestured towards the bag slowly. "You can see what I have to offer in trade inside the bag. It has normally been enough to get me the things I need in other towns but I don't know your trading system here so you will have to tell me what it's worth here."

He looked at Blade and as he took his eyes off him to glance in the bag he looked at Angel and gauged her reaction. She seemed like the more stable of the two people in this room but you never could tell. She had the same look he probably had in his eyes, the look of a stone cold killer who had no problem with killing. However hers showed a little something extra that his didn't, a little craziness.

Blades had the same look of craziness but not the true look of a killer. Oh sure he would kill, but only if he could win. He would try to stack the deck in his favor first, and not really risk his life.

Bullseye decided to keep quiet about his surprise trading items and just hope it was worth it.

He gave a ever so slight nod to Angel then flicked his eyes back to Blade and waited for the man to finish going through his stuff and tell him how much it was worth.

 

[Alice2015]

Profiles: Blade, Angel.


Blade had searched through the bag, but now dumped it upon the large desk upon which lesson plans had once been drawn up, disciplines had been spelled out, and -- he liked to think -- sexy, flirtatious bimbos in tight skirts had traded favors to the school's leader in exchange for "A's" or inclusion in class trips to which they otherwise weren't eligible.

"It's not much," he mused. He pawed through the clips of ammo, the smoked meat -- of which some had already been claimed by Angel -- some knick knacks that would come in handy to an ingenious person who could put them to use in a well equipped work shop. "Certainly not enough for what you're asking. Certainly not enough to get laid."

Blade's last comment made Angel smile. In this new world where the things people used to take for granted were often now difficult to find or simply nonexistent, sex was about the only thing available in great quantity, and as such it wasn't at all expensive either. Down the hall and around the corner, the Patrol maintained a whore house that was open to both the public at regular price and the Deputies at a reduced cost. Angel knew very well that Blade would let the stranger get his cock sucked for half a pound of the jerky. Of course, the self appointed Sheriff wasn't going to tell that to the stranger, whose name of which Angel was still unaware.

Blade had been acting as if the knives taken off the man hadn't interested him. He picked one up, testing the weight, then dropped it to the desk again. He smiled with the second one, though, bouncing the throwing style knife in his palm, flipping it end over end. Then, with an obvious skill, he gave the weapon a Frisbee style toss from his waist. It flew across the room and stuck in the wall smack dab in the middle of a hand drawn picture of a Greeve soldier in full battle gear.

"Nice balance," Blade mused. He opened his desk's left hand drawer and slid the second knife, meat, and a few of the other items into it. He looked to Angel. "Food. Drink. Bath." He glanced back at the man, studied him for a moment, then smiled devilishly as he said, "Put him with Melody." His smile spread again, and he added suggestively, "He'll like her."

Blade opened the desk's right hand drawer and slid the guns and ammo into it. He looked up and said, "You'll get these when you leave." He smiled again. "I'm sure you understand."

Angel stepped up and began stuffing what remained -- which wasn't much -- into the back pack again. Blade had walked out from behind the desk and, behind Angel, pressed his groin against her ass suggestively and slid a hand around to grope a firm tit ... his eyes steadily on the stranger as if to ensure the man knew she belonged to him. He said softly to her, "Hurry back. We have something to talk about."

Knowing it was obligatory, Angel turned and landed a wet, passionate, though limited kiss on Blade's lips, then -- as she groped his cock -- reassured him she'd hurry back. As she walked past the man at the door, she nodded him to follow and said, "Let's introduce you to the song bird."

The Deputies outside the door watched the pair head down the hall but did not follow. The stranger was disarmed now -- or so they believed -- and Angel was perfectly capable of handling herself, despite the big man's size. Once the pair turned the corner, they entered the Sheriff's office to receive further instructions.

"Get the Hummer fueled," Blade told them. Concerning the .50 caliber they'd taken off a militia years earlier, he said, "Mount the gun. Get ... six Deputies. Sam, Tim with their sniper rifles. Laura for distraction." He waved dismissively. "Whoever for the balance."

"Where're we going?" one of the Deputies asked.

Blade looked up. "Silo."

The two men glanced between themselves before the talkative one asked, "I, um ... I thought we weren't welcome there anymore ... that they wouldn't trade with us."

"We aren't ... and they won't," Blade said as he walked across the office and pulled the knife from the wall, again balancing the weapon in his hand. "But our new friend is welcome there ... and they'll trade with him."



Down the hall, Angel led the stranger into a small classroom. It had been converted somewhat into a bedroom. There was a queen sized bed, made up neatly and covered with stuffed animals and poofy pillows like what you might see in a tween girl's bedroom. The walls matched the bed, with posters of kittens and rainbows and hunky young men who -- three decades ago! -- had trended on social media that most of those still alive in Paxico knew only as distant memories, assuming they'd heard of them at all.

It was all designed to present a youthful, innocent image of the room's occupant. The woman in the room's corner -- already naked and ready as Blade had called ahead on the school's still functioning intercom system -- was still relatively youthful but anything but innocent. She stood and walked casually to the bed, eying the stranger and -- despite her state of undress -- totally ignoring the familiar female. She sat and curled a finger toward the man in invitation.

"Have fun," Angel said, turning to leave. "Bathroom's across the hall." She stopped short of the door, looking at him with a meaningful expression. "Food ... booze ... all you have to do is call out. There'll be a guard outside, can hear ya." She glanced back at the woman, ogling as the whore opened her thighs to show a smoothly shaved pussy. She again looked to the stranger, looking the big man up and down before again heading out, saying, "You can beat her, but ... don't leave any marks, okay?"

(OOC: PM coming your way.)

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Bullseye nodded at Angel as she left and moved towards the girl. If they expected him to get naked with her so they could examine his body for concealed weapons they were going to be sadly disappointed. He was here for one thing only, sex and to relieve his need for it. Oh it was not like he did not enjoy the act, he did and took advantage of the opportunity to have it whenever possible, it was just that he did not understand this concept of Love or Attachment that others seemed to claim to get from it.

To him sex was just a means of getting pleasure and releasing a need inside his body. As he got closer to the girl he saw that she was indeed beautiful, but she was older than what she looked. She had probably been taken early in life and trained to this life, or sold herself willingly to get three square meals a day. Whatever the case she was not the innocent little girl this room made her out to be, but he couldn't care less.

"All four's. Now," He told her gruffly as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiffening cock. It grew to it's full Seven inches and meaty width. He slipped a condom he always carried on him, hey when you only fucked whores and there were no doctors it payed to be careful, and he pulled her to the end of the bed and without any warning or warm up, shoved it deep inside her.

She cried out as he plunged in and out of her at a fast pace. She may be a whore, but even they expected a little something to get lubricated first. Bullseye didn't care though, she was there for his pleasure, he was not there for hers.

He pumped hard and fast and soon her cries of pain turned to ones of pleasure as she began to leak juices and he slid in easier and easier, going deeper inside her. He thrust harder, pulling back on her hips to aide him in his endeavors and hearing her urge him on.

He felt his orgasm approaching and thrust as hard as he could, maybe bruising her ass as he thumped into it, but definitely leaving red marks. Suddenly with a grunt he came deep inside her, filling up the condom. He stopped thrusting even though he heard her panting and asking for more and withdrew. Taking the condom off, he neatly knotted it and threw it into the small garbage can in the corner, then zipped himself up and knocked on the door.

"Booze and a meal and someplace to have it, I am finished here," he told the guard as he walked out leaving the woman on the bed already forgetting about her.

 

[Alice2015]

Angel had only walked to the corner before stopping, not circling it and entering the field of view of the Deputies outside Blade's office. She waited there, also out of view of the classroom door in case the man inside chose not to avail himself of the provided whore. It was less than a minute before she heard the whore call out in pain, and Angel knew that their guest had made his choice.

She didn't know how she felt about what was happening down the hall. Somewhere deep in her mind, she'd somehow hoped that the man would be interested in fucking her, not some random whore traded to him for a couple of blades and a pound of jerky. She smiled, then chuckled. The thought was ridiculous. Angel was the scary, homicidal girl friend of a scary, homicidal maniac. Why the fuck would this guy even contemplate wanting to crawl between Angel's thighs?

She returned to the office, thinking Blade was going to take her to the bedroom for a little afternoon delight. Instead, he gestured her to the chair opposite her and asked, "What's your assessment of ... what the fucks his name?"

She shrugged. "He didn't say."

"And you didn't ask?" he inquired incredulously.

"Did you?" she snapped back. Blade stared at her for a moment. Angel only stared back. He had the ability of intimidating people with that hard stare, but it didn't work on her. She spread her legs for him, and he couldn't do without her, both in and out of bed. So he could stare with those hard, cold eyes all he wanted, and Angel would just stare back. "What did you want to talk about?"

She'd assumed that he wanted to have sex. He always did after a new guy entered the picture. He was very vulnerable that way. If you looked up the word jealousy in the dictionary, she'd often thought jokingly to herself, you would find a photo of Blade next to it. But he continued with his earlier question about the new guy.

"We need to make another visit to Silo," he said. Seeing her eye brows rise questioningly, he continued, "Yeah, yeah, we're not allowed there. But ... I want to change that."

She studied him for a moment. She was afraid of what he might be suggesting. "You want to make another run at Silo."

"Yes," he said simply.

Again she just studied him for a moment. "Why? What's to be gained?"

When Blade didn't answer, Angel reminded him of something she knew would anger him, "We got our asses kicked last time."

"That's why!" he responded with obvious anger in his voice. With his tone deepening in fury, he growled, "No one does that to me ... to the Patrol."

She chuckled, short and sharp. "But we attacked them! They didn't start this. You did."

Paxico had been trading with Silo for decades, dating back to the early days of the underground settlement. The legitimate Sheriff of those early years and even the first Sheriff of the Paxico Patrol, the militia that replaced that original law enforcement department, had maintained honest, fair agreements between the two independent entities. Even in times when one or the other had an advantage, there was very little gouging of the other.

Then came Blade. It began with Paxico's new Sheriff raising prices. Then the Patrol began blockading the northern roads in and out of Silo and sometimes even taxing independent merchants traveling to and from the hole in the ground. When that didn't force more favorable trade terms from Silo, Blade turned to violence. The Patrol attacked a Silo outpost on the dirt road that Silo called Boothill and Paxico called Flintview. Blade's men killed two and captured two more, who were then ransomed to Silo's Mayor, Aurora.

Aurora caved. Or, so Blade thought. At the meet to swap the captives for a .50 caliber Blade had coveted since the first time he'd seen it, Silo snipers hidden in the grass mowed his Deputies down. Blade himself was hit but was able to escape. They lost seven men that day, the captives were lost -- one died in the exchange -- and one of their two Hummers was destroyed by an IED.

Blade rose from his chair, leaning over the desk with his weight supported by the splayed fingers of his flattened palms. He stared hard at his lover for a moment before saying, "We may need someone on the inside."

Angel knew what that meant. The new guy. "You want him to get inside ... for trade ... cause some mayhem from within."

"Diversion," he confirmed.

"And then ... what?" Angel's tone was conspicuously critical. This was not going to turn out well. "We shoot our way in?" She could tell by the expression on Blade's face that his plan was just that simple. She shook her head. "We're gonna lose men."

"I know," he said with no sign of regret.

"A lot of men," she clarified.

Again he responded quickly without emotion, "I know." When Angel didn't add anymore, he did. "We have 24 men ... including the two of us. Plus ... ten, maybe twelve reservists."

By reservists, Angel knew Blade meant the few Paxico residents who he allowed to maintain firearms. Some of them were loyal to him. Others had businesses to protect, businesses that paid Blade a hefty tax. Other simply feared Blade and would never turn their guns on the scariest male in Paxico.

"Silo's got maybe 20 guards," he went on, stating information that had been gleaned by the whores from men who travelled between Paxico and Silo for trade. The girls knew how to make a happy man talk about things that seemed unimportant but were very important indeed. "We can surround the property under darkness ... your boy can--"

"My boy?" she laughed.

He hesitated before he explained. "I need you to get close to him. Convince him to do this for us."

"You want me to fuck him?" she asked, her lips widening just a bit.

His reaction was as she'd expected. "I'll cut his nuts off. And then I'll--"

Blade couldn't finish his threat to her. He may have been a brutal psychopath, but he had never raised a hand to Angel. He never would, for one reason. He would have to kill her, because he knew if he didn't, she'd kill him. And Blade couldn't do without Angel.

"Just convince him to do this," he growled. He turned and headed for the door that led to the office that was now his bedroom. He didn't stop to give her that Let's fuck look, though. He only said over his shoulder, "Offer him anything he wants."

She called to him, "Are we actually going to keep such a promise?"

He didn't answer. It wasn't necessary. Angel knew that if the man was lucky enough to survive, Blade would cut his throat open and watch him bleed to death ... with pleasure.



"Booze and a meal and someplace to have it, I am finished here."

The guard who had moved to the hall after Angel's departure ground his teeth. Like the others, he didn't understand why Wanderers like this man weren't summarily executed and their possessions added to the Patrol's treasury. It wasn't like the man had anything to offer the Patrol in the future. He wasn't farming sorghum for the stills or grains for the bakery or herding goats or sheep or llamas for the flames.

But the man did as he had been instructed and gestured the man to follow. They made their way to the school's cafeteria, where an old woman was sweating behind a wood fired grill that had long replaced the fuel-deprived gas range. She just glared at the two men, sneering at the armed one when he ordered, "Feed him."

The Deputy snatched up a wrap sitting on a platter, then made his way over to one of the round, 8 seat tables sitting in a corner table. He kept his eyes on the stranger, even after another one of the Patrol's whores came to sit with him and began pleasuring him with her hand under the table in a very conspicuous manner.



"Was she good?"

Angel stood over the man for a moment, looking down at his nearly empty plate before waving the old woman to bring her a plate of her own. She sat down on the seat closest to him. The man in the corner couldn't see Angel as she talked unless she wanted. She didn't hesitate to get to it.

"The Sheriff ... Blade ... he has a mission for you. It pays well. Very well. But ... you'll never collect it." She hesitated as the woman set a plate of sliced sausage and fresh vegetables -- some of the last still in the Patrol's emptying pantry -- and once they were alone again, she added, "If you turn him down, he'll cut your head off for the others to see ... a message that you don't refuse an order from Sheriff Blade. If you take the job, you'll likely get killed. Don't know what they'll do with your head. If you survive ... unlikely ... same thing. Blade'll cut your head off just to do it."

She let that sink in for a moment. She studied his reaction, which was ... well, not much. Angel had an idea that this wasn't the first time he'd been told his life was in danger. He was tough. She'd suspected it out on Snokomo Road in just the first seconds of interaction, and now he was only confirming her suspicions.

"However..." she began, peeking past him toward the Deputy who had shrugged off the woman's groping of him in a vain attempt to eavesdrop. Lower, she said, "However, if you're interested ... I have a proposal that will get you more than you could possibly dream of. But first ... what the fucks your name?"

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Bullseye had grabbed his chow and the drink he was offered and had sat down at the seat closest to the serving station. He was definitely going to get his trading worth out of this place. The food wasn't too bad, but whatever the meat was it certainly wasn't beef. Even the vegetables weren't all that special. He could find better scrounging in the woods and fields for half a day, but he wasn't complaining. Someone else was cooking it so he didn't have to.

Again the alcohol was crap. All he got was the standard moonshine. he had hoped they actually had some local beer, but no such luck and he was given a glass of semi clear liquid. He had almost gagged when he first tasted it the stuff was so bad. It was nowhere near as good as the stuff Angel had given him and that had been poor. he placed it in the middle of the table and left it alone.

He glanced once at the guard who was getting a handjob in the corner and shrugged. He could kill the man now and be armed in a second, but there was no point. At the moment he just needed to find out what was going on. He didn't like the head guy Blade all that much, but as long as he could do his trading and get out, that's all he cared about.

When he heard Angel though he knew bad news was coming. There was no other reason for the second in command to be there. As she explained the situation he just kept eating. So he had been right, Blade was a jackass. He thought he could use him to do some kind of dirty work that he himself couldn't do or more likely was too piss scared to do. His problem was he didn't scare easy. He had already judged the guy and could kill him easily if he needed to.

Now Angel was making him an offer. Probably going to try to offer him her body and maybe even the town as well. She would be disappointed. He didn't want or need either of them. Still he would hear her out and see what she was proposing.

He looked up at her and grunted. "Names Bullseye. Before you ask, yes I do live up to that name and no I don't have another one. Frankly I don't care what you or your boss want. I am here to trade and then leave. I would not suggest he push me, however let's hear your proposal just in case."

 

[Alice2015]

Grain Towers
Paxico Growers Coop
40 minutes later


"No one has ever been up here with her," the Deputy told Bullseye as he took the last step of the ladder at the top of grain silos. He looked to the far end at which his real boss was already standing and half glanced back to the stranger. "If Angel is inviting you up here, she has a faith in you she's never shown in anyone before."

He stopped suddenly and turned to face the equally large sized man. With a serious expression he told Bullseye, "Angel is this town's only hope of ever getting out from under that animal. Please ... if she has read you wrong ... if you aren't the ... for the lack of another word, savior that she is hoping you are going to be ... please just ... go away. Don't compromise her."

He looked back over his shoulder again at the young beauty staring out over the Kansas prairie to the south with dreams in her eyes. "Angel can be a cold, calculated killer herself. Some would call her a psychopath. Some would question whether or not Paxico would really be better off under her, rather than under Blade." He looked back to Bullseye and said with confidence. "I don't, question it, I mean."

He turned and strode down the 100 foot long, creaking metal walkway to where Angel was now looking south by southeast toward Blade's target. When the Deputy stepped aside, Angel offered out the high powered military grade field glasses, then nodded off into the distance.

"They call it Silo," she began. She glanced toward their feet, clarifying, "Not the kind you're standing on. Taylor...?" The Deputy handed over his high powered rifle. Angel sat in the chair near her, steadied the rifle on a padded steel bar from which she'd killed two men in just the last month, and explained, "Just beyond the freeway ... see the bright yellow house...? Directly above and beyond that, three miles out ... grove of trees, shaped almost like one of those green houses from Monopoly."

The end of the world may have come, but that didn't mean the classic games had gone out of style. Of course, Angel had no idea whether this wanderer had ever played a board game so she clarified, "Looks like a plain green house, peaked roof. Slightly to the left, two degree maybe ... high tension power pole, the one with the yellow sign tipped 45 degrees."

Angel knew that if the guy was as good a hunter as she hoped he was, he'd be able to find all of this as fast as she spoke of it. She'd only spent a little time with the man, but she'd sensed a few things about him. He was steady and cool. He didn't scare easily, and -- she thought -- if ever he was scared, she doubted that he would show it. And, when Taylor had joined them for their little trek to the grain bins, she'd caught how Bullseye eyed the .30-06 rifle with the 9x scope. The stranger's name alone said it all. The man knew how to use a sniper's rifle and spotter's field scope or glasses like he had now, therefore, he was probably finding the landmarks of which Angle spoke before she even got the words out of her mouth.

"Move two poles south," she continued, pausing as she easily found the familiar location in the scope of the rifle in her hands. "Farm house. You can only see the peak of it over the trees, but trust me, it's there. Farm house, animal barn, methane digester and half a dozen tanks, maybe more ... goats, chickens, rabbits ... you fucking name it, they've got it. Rumor is they had an unbelievable harvest this year, too. Mixed grains ... wheat, sorghum, barley ... they grow hops and such for real beer ... real beer, not the shit our distillers make."

She stood and handed the rifle out, not to Taylor but to Bullseye. "The farm house is the target, but it isn't the prize. The prize is the missile silo hidden a couple of hundred feet away. Silo ... get it? They turned it into some sort of utopian community. Democratically elected Mayor ... real economy ... trade with the locals, yadda yadda yadda."

Angel didn't know from where or when that last word, tripled up, came. Who knew from where anything came anymore. She couldn't know that once upon a time, you could instantly type a question -- any question -- into a computer or phone and get half a million results in .001 seconds.

"Blade made a run at Silo a while back," Angel continued. She clenched her jaws for a moment and was about to explain how they'd gotten their asses kicked before she realized he really didn't need to know that. Instead she only said, "Wasn't the success Blade had hoped for. Now, he wants to hit'em again. He wants you to go in. He'll give you a pack filled with goodies and a llama to carry it. You go in, do your trading, scout the place..."

She glanced down toward Bullseye's groin, smirked, and continued, "...get your whistle blown. I hear the whores there are the best in the Great Plains."

She looked back toward Silo, not able to keep her stare on the man. She was still a bit disappointed that he'd so easily taken his liberties with the Paxico whore, and now -- telling him where even better could be found -- she felt like she was betraying herself. You ain't gonna fuck this guy, bitch. Let it go.

"You learn what you can," she continued, "you come back, you tell Bullseye, he creates his grand plan."

She turned and looked at Bullseye, then Taylor. The Deputy stepped in with the real plan. "Bullseye won't risk his most trusted Deputies. He'll send in the ones he considers expendable ... like me. We'll go, but..."

Angel continued the explanation, "We need you to make contact with Silo's Mayor ... Aurora. We need you to explain to her that an attack is imminent ... that you are there scouting Silo for that attack ... that you will be bringing the Paxico Patrol down upon her pretty little head ... and that we--"

She looked to Taylor again, emphasizing who we included. "--will turn on Blade and help her defeat him. Between her Security and my Deputies, Blade won't have a chance. He got his ass kicked--"

She hesitated, remembering that she hadn't planned on telling him that. Too late. She continued, "We got our asses kicked last time. I loss two good men of my own ... loyal men who shouldn't have been there. I'm not going to let that happen again. Not in this attack. Not in any attack in the future. Blade needs to be dealt with. But..."

"We can't just kill him," Taylor picked up the explanation. "All that would do is bring down the wrath of his loyal Deputies. Angel would be dead. I would be dead. Some Deputy would take over, maybe Cramer ... Lee ... and they don't have the brains to lead the Patrol. Militia's from all over Wabaunsee County would set upon Paxico."

The two went silent as they just stared at the now armed stranger in their midst. The rifle was loaded. He could take his chances, kill or simply hold off the two of them, descend to the unguarded jeep and split. He might make it, though it wasn't uncommon for Blade to have Deputies watching Angel 24 hours a day. They might put a bullet through him before he reached the jeep. Hell, even if he took Angel hostage, they'd probably still shoot. She was feared and no one would simply outright kill her, but if it could be blamed on collateral damage, one might take the shot.

It was up to Bullseye now. Angel didn't know how she would react if he said no. Actually, she did. She'd let him turn and leave, with or without the rifle. He'd be dead before he reached Main, one way or the other. She wouldn't kill him because she'd turned him down, of course. She'd kill him because if her conspiracy to unseat -- to kill -- Blade got out, the consequences to her body would be devastating ... and would not end speedily.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Bullseye grunted. He had easily picked out the landmarks through the powerful binoculars and now knew the lay of the land between Paxico and this Silo place. It was easy to memorize and he could now find it blindfolded and in the dark if he had to.

As for Angel's plan, it sounded good as far as her taking over the running of the militia here in Paxico. He could understand why she could not be the one to kill Blade and just take over. She was more feared than liked, and she might have the loyalty of a core group, but he doubted they were large enough to take on the rest of them.

However as the second in command, if Blade died as a result of battle, it would be easier for her to slip into command before anyone realized what was going on, and cement her place with her followers. Maybe she could even take out a couple of Blade's major followers at the same time.

Her major problem was that he didn't give a shit. He thought all militia were cowards. Hell he was pretty sure that Angel was good enough to be out there with him hunting the Greeve, yet all she wanted to do was sit back here playing at being a warlord. It was pathetic.

Still if it got him safely out of this town he could go along with it for now. He might give her a chance though.

"So what do you plan to do after you take over. You will be down at least a dozen men I would say. Maybe a couple of your loyal ones, you never can tell in a firefight. That is going to make a serious dent in your forces here. Other militias find out and you could be attacked."

Bullseye really didn't care. He was just pointing out facts. He actually wanted to visit this Silo place. He was pretty sure he was not going to be getting any of the stuff he needed here so his next best bet was there. He just hoped he got all his stuff back. In fact he would insist on it, including his knives. If Blade resisted, well he would just die earlier than expected. No skin off his nose. From what he had seen, none of these so called 'Soldiers' were worth pissing on. He had been better at 6 years old, well with the exception of Angel. She seemed competent enough.

"Still I guess I can do it. I will need my weapons back, all of them, including the knives. What traveler would be without knives? I know I would be watched and hell you can hit me from here for the first, Hmm," he said holding the rifle, "At least 800metres."

He handed the rifle back and smiled. "Nice rifle. Not balanced right though. You might want to adjust the sight a little, it should give you a little more range and accuracy."

He looked back towards the Silo and nodded. "Okay, get my stuff and load me up and I will head out. Am I supposed to be back by a certain time or what?"

 

[Alice2015]

"So what do you plan to do after you take over," Bullseye asked, pointing out the losses the Patrol would suffer if things went as Angel hoped.

"We'll be okay," Angel said firmly. She could have explained that she had the loyalty of key Paxicans, including a dozen men and women who were ready to don the Deputy badge. But she didn't. Instead, addressing his concern about other militias attacking her city, Angel only said, "I have good people behind me."

"Still I guess I can do it," he continued.

Angel smiled just a bit, not showing great excitement but revealing at least her appreciation. Bullseye wasn't the first man to take her up on her offer. But he was the first that she honestly thought might actually have a chance. He wore his confidence like a bullet proof vest. Angel liked that. To be honest, it got her hot in the right places. If Bullseye did survive this, he'd replace Blade in her bed, and Angel would make him forget all about the other compensation he'd receive for his good work.

"I will need my weapons back..." he continued.

"Not a problem," she informed him without hesitation.

"...all of them," he continued, "including the knives."

As he continued on about the rifle in his hands, again confirming Angel's suspicions about his experience behind a scope, she contemplated the issue of his knives. Blade wouldn't want to give up his new toys. When it came to edged steel, Paxico's self appointed Sheriff was as close to a hoarder as a man could come. But Angel would get them. Bullseye was right about the value of a silent weapon.

"Am I supposed to be back by a certain time or what?"

"Day there, day to trade, day back," Angel told him, nodding for Taylor to begin for the stairs and departure. "Any more time there and Aurora or her Security will get suspicious. Few wandering types stay any longer than is necessary to do their trade and fulfill their needs." She smiled broadly, adding, "That usually means an hour of trade, a minute of fulfillment."



Back at the school, Angel escorted Bullseye down the familiar hallway again, stopping in the middle of it to look at him. She looked at the door he'd been through already, saying, "Paula is expecting you again. Or..." She looked to the opposite side of the hall, down a room. "...you can have a guest room." She nodded up toward the far end of the hall, past the office. "Locker rooms are at the end, by the gym. Showers are hot. And someone is always in the kitchen. Anything else you want--" Angel looked to Taylor, who would be nearby but not particularly guarding Bullseye. "--just ask."

(OOC: PM coming your way.)

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Bullseye glanced towards the whores door and then back at Angel. "Guess Paula's going to be disappointed then. Rooms all I need and a shower."

He waited while she guided him towards one and showed it to him. It was basically just a small room converted into a bedroom. A functioning field cot, several blankets and pillows, a side table and a light. Functional but not big on charm.

He had slept in far worse though, and a proper bed looked like paradise to him. He smiled at her. "It will do." He then looked down the end of the hall. "Guess everything I need is in the locker room. Well then a shower is long overdue."

He started to head that way and then took a big gamble. He had to see just how much this woman really needed him. Was she really ready to go against her Boss in more ways than one. "Care to wash my back Angel?"

 

[Alice2015]

Angel contained her smile as Bullseye chose to forego a second shot at the whore. She knew he was a man who wanted only what he needed, and the well used slit wasn't it.

Then he surprised her with, "Care to wash my back Angel?"

The smile she'd held back spread her lips. She took one step closer to the taller man, studied his face for a moment, then took a moment to ogle his manly frame. He was nothing like Blade. Angel knew a man like this could hurt a small woman like herself ... and probably make her enjoy it, too.

Even though she would have loved to strip her clothes off here and now and fuck him right her on the yellowed linoleum, she knew that before she could achieve orgasm, Blade would be slicing Bullseyes gonads from between his legs and stuffing them down her throat.

"Why don't we take one dangerous mission at a time," she said, reaching out to his groin and cupping his weapon. She maintained her stare into his eyes as she squeezed him just enough to feel him beginning to grow, then added in a lower voice, "You do this ... you make this happen ... and I'll let you wash my back."

She backed away a step, then turned and headed off to the office ... with a bit of extra wiggle in her ass.



"Promise me you're going to kill this fucker," Angel said, strolling across the now-carpeted floor of Blade's bedroom, once upon a time the Administrator's office, attached to the Principal's office, which together were Blade's home.

"This Bullseye?"

Naked and freshly shaven, she dropped to her knees before Blade's opened legs, grasping his cock and squeezing it tightly, stroking it slowly, kissing its end, taking it into her mouth. She only sucked it for a moment before lifting her head, responding, "He asked if I would fuck him."

Blade laughed, then suddenly drew a deep breath as Angel took most of his cock into her mouth, stroking the rest of it tightly. When he could, he asked, "And ... what was your ... answer?"

Angel squeezed his cock hard enough to make him flinch and yelp. She glared, saying, "I would have cut his balls off ... but I know we need him."

"Do we?" Blade asked.

Angel sat back, dropping her hands into her lap. "Whaddaya mean?"

"We could kill him," Blade answered, looking to his lonely cock with raised eye brows. "I'm no hurry to take Silo. If you want this man dead ... kill'im."

Angel hadn't expected this. She'd only been trying to assure Blade that she had no interest in the man, that she didn't trust him, and that there was no reason to ever suspect a conspiracy. She moved in between his thighs again and returned to stroking his cock. "No. I think he's our best chance. There's something about him. Skill. Experience. I think he can do this ... bring Silo to its knees."

She leaned down and, as she stared into his eyes, licked his shaft and demanded, "But ... you have to promise ... that I get to ... kill him. And... I get to kill ... Aurora, too."

She took him into her mouth again, dropping her head down until most of his smaller than average shaft was inside her warm, wet mouth, then pulled back and demanded, "Promise."

By now, Blade's head was back. He murmured as he reached out to guide her head back down into his lap, "I promise baby. You ... kill'im ... I'll ... cut off his ... cock."

Happy that she'd gotten what she wanted, Angel gave Blade what he wanted...



A minute after he'd cum -- which had been barely a minute after Angel went seriously to work on his cock -- Blade was passed out in his chair. It wasn't entirely due to the satisfaction of release, though. Angel had spiked his nightly hot hard cider with a sleeping aid she used on nights when she simply couldn't face the idea of fucking him. She'd helped him to the bed, stroked him until he was out, then tossed the blankets over him, knowing he'd be out until almost sunup.

She dressed against the cold of the mid-November night, then slipped out the Admin' office's back door. The flood light that had once upon a time illuminated the school building itself in the hopes of discouraging vandals were now lifted in aim to illuminate the fence line. Atop the school building, in three different locations, Deputies walked the roof and watched for intruders, their orders to Shoot first, ask questions later.

Angel had learned long ago that as long as she kept close to the building and avoided the windows of the occupied rooms, she could not only get out of the building but could get entirely off the campus via some shaded and low visibility areas. She'd been doing this for months to meet with her loyal Deputies and Paxico residents without Blade finding out. He'd only woken once before she got back, but after searching the school he found her in the gymnasium's hot tub -- confiscated from a neighborhood house -- pretending to have fallen asleep after not being able to sleep earlier.

Tonight's sneaking about had nothing to do with conspiracy, though. She arrived at the window outside Bullseye's room, looked through to ensure that he hadn't changed his mind about the whore, then tapped lightly on the glass. When he came to the window and opened it, she whispered, "If you want your back rubbed..."

She didn't finish, instead walking off toward the dark passage that would lead them out to a house down the street...

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Bullseye watched Angel walk off with a wiggle in her step and shrugged. It might have been fun, and honestly she was one of the few women he had met that he had actually had any desire for.

He moved off towards the locker room and after searching the first couple, found fresh towels and actual soap. Smiling he entered the bank of showers and stripped off revealing his well toned but scared body. He left his clothes on a bench seat and then moved to the bank of showers turning on the closest one. He soon had a hot spray going and stepped under it, luxuriating in the feeling of the water running down his body. He couldn't remember the last time he had actually had a hot shower.

For a while he just stood under the water, then he lathered himself up and washed himself. The layers of grime started to wash away, but it took him almost ten minutes of constant washing to get clean, and a further ten to wash his hair. Before he did he removed the small stiletto blade from it's hiding place in his long hair. He placed it balanced on the soap dish and washed all the filth and grime out of his hair, then hid it again in the small leather sheathe.

Finally he got out and dried himself off. He wrapped himself in the towel and carried his clothes back to the room, nodding at Taylor who was lounging casually but alertly at the end of the corridor. He looked at his dirty clothing and sighed. Slipping his boxers back on he left the others to air out a little and slipped into the bed.

He was in heaven again. It had been over six months since he had last slept on a mattress and the feeling of laying on something so comfortable was indeed bliss. He dozed off for a couple of hours before he heard a noise outside his window. he was awake and beside it before he heard a tapping on it. Grunting he opened it and looked out spying Angel.

His eyes widened in surprise but he kept his mouth shut, and when she invited him in her subtle way to follow her for a little 'play time', he just smiled and quickly dressed and followed her, keeping to the same shadows she did.

He followed her into the dark passage keeping a wary eye out, but as she exited then entered a house he smiled a little then followed her in, still expecting anything but hoping it was what she had offered him.

 

[Alice2015]

Angel occasionally checked her six to find Bullseye close behind. Occasionally as she did, she found that he was doing the same. She smiled at his caution, thinking This is certainly the man.

Of course, she had already come to that conclusion. Angel had never offered herself up to any of her previous conspirators as she was about to with this man. She wasn't that type, the girl who used her body to get what she wanted from men. Okay, so ... she was doing just that with Blade. But that was different. Blade had given her something she couldn't get anywhere else in this mad, mad world: the power normally reserved for a man ... any man ... even a man unworthy of it. She didn't know anything about the women's movements of a century ago, but if she had, she would have realized that society was right back were it had been then. Men led, women followed. That was the way it was.

Well, except at Silo. Although she'd never met Aurora, Angel knew the woman's reputation. Daughter of a regular professional type woman, a banker or something like that, grown up to lead a community of more than a hundred, trading with other communities and Feral traders from all over the Great Plains. What wasn't there to be impressed about. A woman hadn't had that kind of power since 2020, when the US's female President had had to dissolve the greatest nation on Earth to cease the killing and destruction by the new greatest nation on Earth.

The house to which Angel now led Bullseye was two blocks from the School. A side door was marked with a hand written sign that read:

No Trespassing
by Order of the Paxico Patrol.
Violators and their families
will be publically executed.​

Angel indicated to Bullseye an almost invisible, fishing line trip wire that led to a hidden IED, unlocked the door with a key she removed from her bosom, then entered. She left the door open for him and proceeded through the house with a 9mm and the beam of a flashlight leading the way.

When Bullseye caught up, she indicated yet another trip wire, stepped over it, and headed for the home's kitchen. There, she flipped on the lights with seemingly no concerns. When the man arrived, he would find that the windows were all blacked out with wooden shutters and black plastic.

Angel set about making him welcome. From a working fridge, she pulled cold beer -- good beer -- in corked bottles, fresh vegetables, a huge chunk of cheese, and a log of salami. She set about preparing it all on a platter, slicing unleavened bread, as if she was just a typical house wife of the 1950s, serving her man.

She finally dropped down into a chair at the table to study the man across from her, popping the cork out of her own bottle before saying, "Before I take you into the next room and fuck you so long and so hard that you'll never want to leave Paxico ... tell me something about yourself."

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

He had seen the trip wire she pointed out, but was happy when she did. It proved he was not being led into some sort of trap. If he was, she probably would have just opened the door, stepped over the wire and moved in quickly, allowing him to take the small blast that would have crippled him.

He followed her in deeper after closing the door, and again saw the trip wire that she pointed out to him. Definitely not a trap then, and the place was definitely important to someone. Duel tripwires. Sure an intruder could find the one near the door simply by observing a persons behavior on entering. The second one would be a total surprise though once they thought they were safe inside. A good tactic.

He was surprised when she started to make him a late night snack of really fresh vegetables, bread and what looked like a good, smoked roll of meat. He popped the cork on the beer she had given him and took a swig and his eyes lit up. Now here was some decent stuff. He took a long mouthful and then set it down, licking his lips in appreciation as she sat down in front of him.

"Before I take you into the next room and fuck you so long and so hard that you'll never want to leave Paxico ... tell me something about yourself."

He smiled at her. She might be pretty, and he might be interested in her, but there was no way she could convince him to stay here. He had his mission and he would carry it out. Still maybe he would tell her a little about himself, see how she handled it. Maybe he could convince her to come with him.

"Not much to tell. Born after the invasion. Grew up in a camp of survivalists. Learned to kill as soon as I could walk. Unlike most of these so called militia though we hunted the proper enemy, the Greeve." He looked at her and saw her shaking her head.

"I haven't ever seen a Greeve. They attacked Paxico before I got here and haven't been back since. I have heard the stories though. Big fuckers, All over 6'6 to 7 feet tall, Grey with no hair. Bloody hard to kill. Most bullets bounce off them and the ones that do hit them don't seem to phase them. Plus they have those bloody drones that find anyone with a gun and zap em before they get off more than a few shots." She looked at him and again shook her head. "These are the things you hunt?"

"We were pretty good at it too. Only ones around to actually kill any. Got a bounty on our heads but no one knew who we were.Then we were betrayed from within and everyone was killed except me because I was on a raid. Now I am looking for the rat and still doing my job. Harder now though, the bloody bastards don't come out as much anymore. Guess I scared them off," he grinned with no humor in it.

Then he looked at her while he picked at the food and ate a little bit of it. "What about you? You don't belong here. What's your story?"

 

[Alice2015]

"What about you?" Bullseye asked after telling Angel more than she'd expected to her from the quiet man. "You don't belong here. What's your story?"

She took a moment to consider what she wanted to tell him. She hadn't told many people in Paxico about her past, not even the man with whom she'd been sleeping for nearly three years. She filled her mouth with some of the most flavorful meat in town, washing it down with some of the best beer in the state. Unlike the crap the Deputies made in their own still or only-slightly-better crap that one of the Paxico residents made for them, Angel's brew came from a brewer north of town who traded with the Patrol but was outside of their control. Angel had met him prior to becoming a resident -- prior to becoming Blade's lover -- and had arranged her own trade pact with the man, something Blade disliked but tolerated to ensure Angel continued to get naked with him at night.

"No, I don't belong here," Angel finally began. Without actually speaking of her family, she explained, "I came from near Denver. That's in what used to be Colorado, by the Rockies, case you didn't know."

Her expression took a downturn as she continued, looking at her food and drink, not her discussion partner. "It's mostly gone now ... Denver, I mean. The Greeve hit Denver in the first wave, back in '20."

Actually, they hadn't. But Angel didn't know that, repeating now the facts that she'd grown up hearing. Denver had actually been a secondary target, attacked not during the initial 50 hour assault that killed 1/3 of the planet's Humans but in the secondary attack that took weeks to double that number.

"The Greeve made some slave runs," she continued. "I was too young to remember that. Never saw one."

Again, Angel was wrong. She had seen the aliens, up close and personal when she was only 3 years old, then again when she was 5. But she'd blocked out the memory of them, confusing them with stories that her great grandfather had told her of another era of monsters -- Human monsters -- in mid-20th century German called Not-Sees. (The young Angel had actually thought the word meant that you couldn't see them, and still today she had no idea that it was an Anglicized version of Nationalsozialismus.)

"We lived off the land," she went on, rising to pull another pair of beer bottles from the fridge. "House to house ... finding what we could. My gramma used to talk about what life was like before the Greeve, so ... I know it was easier ... lots of stuff, to eat ... drink ... wear."

She donned a smile, then even chuckled a bit and she looked up to Bullseye again. I can remember going into houses and finding clothes and dolls and toys and such. My gramma used to say they were presents from God, left for us ... like a scavenger hunt. If you found it, it was yours."

Suddenly, her expression turned hard. "Then some men came into our house -- the house we were staying in at the time, I mean -- and they took all of my stuff ... my clothes ... my dolls--" Her eyes glazed a bit, but because she would never let someone see her cry, Angel rose suddenly and went back to the counter to cut up some more meat. She added before going silent for a moment, "--my gramma."

When she returned to the table, dropping the plate on the table with a severe lack of etiquette toward her guest, she continued, "A man took me to a bedroom ... rip my dress almost off me ... my new dress ... pink, like the hair clips I'd found in a jewelry box."

She was looking directly at Bullseye, but it was pretty obvious by the vacant stare that she was seeing the man from her past, not the man from her present. "He took his clothes off and came at me ... and I pulled the knife ... that my uncle had been teaching me use from inside the stuffed bear I called Fluffy ... and I stuck it in his throat."

She blinked away the never-to-be-forgotten memory, refocused on Bullseye, donned a bit of a proud smirk, and continued, "I was 12. Sunk it deep into his throat. Sat there on the edge of the bed ... watched him bleed out on the floor ... clutching at his neck. I'd never seen someone die like that before ... violently. It was..."

She bobbed her head a bit, then shrugged. "...exciting somehow."

She went back to her food and continued as if she was giving a What I did on my summer vacation report to her elementary class. "We left Denver. Went into the Rockies at first. It was hard. Went north, then east, then south. Believe it or not, ended right back in Denver again. Fell in with a group ... sort of a militia."

She didn't explain that she'd been forced into a sexual servitude situation, becoming a sex toy for the group's leader. "I was the only left by then ... family I mean. Every one else was dead or ... just gone. I left after a couple of years."

Again, Angel left out facts she'd never explained to anyone before. The reality was that she had killed the people she was with after they'd captured a small group of Ferals and gang raped the females -- some as young as 13 -- in front of the males, before then killing the entire group of 14. Angel had been traumatized and hadn't been able to speak or interact in a meaningful way with the others for three days. When she finally snapped out of it, she flooded the militia's building -- a church -- with the precious gasoline they'd stolen from the now-dead Ferals and set it ablaze.

"I ended up here, 'bout '47," she continued. "Met Blade. He'd already been Sheriff for a couple of years. I needed some security in my life, so ... I started fucking him." She looked to Bullseye again and a devilish smirk filled her face. Even though he claims to have been experienced, I think I was his first. Now, he can't even contemplate being without me. That's why I can get away with so much shit. I got his dick on a leash."

Her gaze dropped to Bulleye's now cleaned physique before she stood, snatched her beer, and said suggestively, "Speaking of dicks..."

She turned and headed out of the room, saying over her shoulder, "Pay attention where you walk!" She assumed Bullseye would understand that that meant there was yet a third trip wire, and if he didn't, oh well, she'd just have to find another conspirator and another house ... and the two were destroyed by the gasoline bomb attached to that length of fishing line.

In the bedroom, she went quickly to work getting naked. She hadn't worn much in the first place: shirt, coat, trousers, socks, boots ... and of course her four weapons, the AK-47 with the drum magazine, the 9mm on her hip, and the two knives in her boots. In less than 30 seconds, she was standing at the edge of the bed stark naked. She was beautiful. Blade told her so every time they got naked, and while she always thanked him, she'd yearned to hear the words from someone else for a change. Her 26 year old body actually appeared younger by several years: at 5'8" and 138 pounds, her hourglass shaped 36D-26-35 body was well rounded, firm and tight where firm and tight was desire, soft and squeezable where soft and squeezable was preferred.

Her dark eye brows told you she was not a natural blond, a fact not supported from down lower since -- like her female ancestors of the pre-Greeve era -- she went to great efforts to keep her body below her neckline free of hair in undesirable locations. As she waited for Bullseye's reaction to what await him, she pulled a pill bottle from her jacket's pocket and swallowed one of the pills, washing it down with her beer. She'd paid -- traded, actually -- a lot of money for the tablets, having absolutely no desire in birthing a Baby Blade.

She looked to Bullseye and said, "Why don't you show me what you've got."

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Bullseye had followed Angel towards the bedroom, easily finding and avoiding the tripwire her warning had implied was there. To be honest he had not needed her warning having spotted it easily, but it was still nice to know she had not callously forgotten not to tell him about it.

As he walked in the room he found her standing at the end of the bed, naked and waiting for him. He took his time to look her over. She was only a little shorter than him and her body was definitely beautiful. Firm and tight where it should be and bouncy and desirable in all the right places.

As he glanced lower he saw that she was free of hair everywhere except her head. His eyebrow's raised and a slight smile appeared on his lips. "MMM very promising," he whispered to himself although loud enough for her to hear.

She looked to Bullseye and said, "Why don't you show me what you've got."

He grinned and began to shrug off his clothes. He didn't have many to take off as he had only thrown on the bare minimum when she had invited him to follow her. He took his top off to reveal his muscular arms and toned chest and stomach. Dropping his pants and boxers at the same time he was naked quickly, his already hardening cock growing slightly in front of her. He had an all over tan, being out in the weather all the time and having no problems going naked while he washed his clothes or just if it got too hot.

His ass was firm and legs were thick with muscle from years of walking. He gazed at her with lust and his cock gradually hardened even more, growing close to it's almost 8 inch length and wide width. Looking down then back up to her face he smiled a cheeky smile.

"So do I measure up? You did mention something about fucking me so long and hard that I would never want to leave...Care to give it a go," he chuckled.

 

[Alice2015]

"So do I measure up?

"Oh, yeah," Angel responded, her expression questionable at best. He was far more endowed than Blade, which would be nice for her pussy but a task for her mouth, which where she always started sex. She invited Bullseye closer with a curled index finger. When he was closed, Angel immediately grasped his shaft and began stroking it. What little growth remained occurred quickly, hardening his cock until the bead was shiny and smooth with the influx of blood.

She reached her other hand to the big man's muscular butt cheek, gripping it firmly, pulling him closer, then taking him into her mouth. Angel typically wanted Blade to get off and be done, so she habitually began to work fast and purposefully on Bullseye's cock, taking much of it in and stroking the remainder in concert.