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Part 18: Choose the form of the destructor!
You glance back at Sarah, who's picking her swimsuit out of a rear somewhat wider though not as bubbly filled out as yours in a most undignified manner. You understand that sometimes your suits can ride up after heavy activity, but still… you were all
women, you should have some sense of decorum and grace, even if your body was more sinewy and muscular than feminine and soft.
You will never understand your machinegun section's flagrant defiance of all that is ladylike and proper, but you can at least deal with it. Annabelle can make that belt-fed dance if you let her, and Sarah might as well share a mind from how well the two work together.
After another quick peek out, you finalize your plan. You brought suppressed weapons to be sneaky, what's the point in going loud before you even got to use them? Besides, a .45 hollow point is just as lethal at close range as a subsonic 5.56mm HEI round. Probably more so, given that it's a
forty five and is thus better.
You give Sophie a nod. She might be the smallest girl on your squad, but she's deceptively quick on her feet, and she doesn't have any potentially-loud belts of ammo strapped over her lithe little figure. With a wave of your bladed hand, you indicate the nearest solider.
She nodded, and quietly thumbed the hammer back on her HK45. Annabelle and Sarah move up closer to the edge of the shed, rifle and machine gun ready to cover you if this all goes wrong. Not that you think it will, you trust your girls—everyone's girls, really—utterly. But it's nice to know they have your back.
"Now," you breath, and take off at a silent sprint. With nothing on your sinewy legs save your empty holster to slow you down, you streak past the first guard in a flurry of slick flesh and shiny swimsuit.
Before he can even react, you're on his partner. One hand wraps around around his forehead, pulling his neck back against the suppressor of your pistol. A single round severs his spinal column with barely a sound, and you grab the back of his webbing to stop his fall.
You don't hear a sound behind you, but when you glanced back you saw Sophie gently lowering a corpse into the sand. Two SCIMITAR soldiers down, and even the most skittish of babies would still be fast asleep. Let's see Riley's battleturtltes do
that.
You allow yourself a smile, and wipe a few specks of blood off against the snug fabric covering your rear. And, when you're reasonably sure nobody's looking, you give your suit a quick tug to make sure it's still sitting properly. You have a very full rear, after all, and you want to make sure you're not being too provocative when your commander might be watching.
"Clear," you wispier into your microphone.
Annabelle and Sarah jog over, their lanky frames bent low and their pistols ready. Annabelle cradled her machine gun against her contoured chest plate to keep the belt from rattling, but you know how good a shot she is even one-handed.
With your girls stacked up against the back door, you fish a fiber-optic from your kit and slip it through a crack in the door frame. It looks like the door opens into a kitchen, you can see a stove and a counter top overflowing with empty beer bottles and unwashed plates.
That irritates you more than it should. You know these people are genocidal maniacs bent on world domination, but that's an impersonal threat that's hard to fully internalize. Leaving plates unwashed though…
That's evil. They would die for that.
You stop grinding your teeth and pan left. There's a dining room area separated from the kitchen by a counter, and from the glow reflecting off the walls, you guess there's a few computers set up. This looks like the datacenter itself.
"Sheb?" Sophia patted one of the grenades hung off her belt.
You shook your head. Going loud would give away your position, and probably destroy at least some of the electronics, which defeated the whole point of you and your girls coming in. Ryan chose you because you were the master of stealth, and he knew you could get the intel back in one piece. You weren't going to let him down!
"Crack the door," you say, holding the pistol close against your chest.
Sophia does as you ordered, and you're the first one though the door.
ThawpTwap! your pistol's slide slams back as you pump two .45 hollow points into a seated tech's chest faster than you can blink. Before the other man even registers your presence, you push another pair into his and pivot to check for threats.
Clear.
"Secure the drive," you whispered.
Sarah nodded, she was always the best with computers, and unceremonially shoved a corpse to the floor and settled into the still-cooling puddle of blood soaking into his seat.
"Annabelle, with her," you said, her belt-fed wouldn't be as useful clearing the rest of the house anyway.
"On it."
"Sophia, on me." you don't wait for her to respond, you know you don't have to. With the dining room to your back, you press onto the living room. And almost run into another Scimitar solider.
For an instant, you just stare at each other. Then he lunges for your gun. He's bigger than you, and at this distance you can't quite bring your gun up. But you're quicker, and you sidestep his wild blow with ease. You let his momentum carry him past you as you kick off the wall, jumping up and around to hook his head between your sinewy thighs.
A single round to the temple finishes him off, and a shot from Sophie drops another soldier trying to get a clean shot off on you.
You flash her a smile, and she nods at you. Moment over, the two of you clear the rest of the living room. Save for a television playing some kind of news program narrated by a masked man whispering at the top of his lungs, it's clear.
That leaves just the belt-fed gunner upstairs.
Sophia patted her grenade belt, and you smile and give her a nod.
She smirked, and trotted up the stairs with you covering her. The quiet sound of a grenade spoon hitting the floor is soon subsumed by the much louder sound of burning phosphorus splashing against things that do not react well to burning phosphorus. And also quiet, yet giddy laughter from Sophia.
You ruffle her hair a little, she's earned it.
"Major," you thumbed the radio on your rig. "This is Shelby, we've secured the compound, ready for extraction."
"Well done, girls," came the dreamy voice of your commander.
"VTOL will be there in twenty."
"Understood, out." You slide your pistol back into its carrier with a grin. Your first real op, and you got a 'well done' from your boss. You can't imagine a better day than this!
As you walk back down the stairs, you see Annabelle and Sarah gorging themselves on leftovers. Annabelle's got a half-finished bowl of noodles that she's sharing with her assistant gunner. Quite literally, there's about a dozen noddles hanging like a bridge between the two girls' mouths.
"Got the drives?"
Annabelle nodded, and patted a pouch strapped to the small of Sarah's back.
You smiled, and offered her a thumbs up. Actually, after that swim, a little food sounds good. You've got some time to kill before your ride gets here anyways, and you've always had a soft spot for cold Mongolian beef.
As you nom your well-earned meal, you decided to use the time before your pickup wisely. You'll be back at base with your boss—and Riley—soon, and there's got to be some way to win his affection! And you're sure the best way to do that is…
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> WRITE-IN: what will Shelby do to try and win Ryan's love?
