The Mercenaries
Let's Give Them Hell: The Mercenaries
"Shit!" Michael roared as the bullets rained around them.
"Where is the fucking ammo?" roared Vincent.
"How the fuck should I know?" Michael shouted back.
Maybe this will make more sense if we rewind about two days back.
"A lab?" Michael asked.
"Yeah and its tight full black ops lockdown" Simon replied.
"Can we get in?" Vincent growled.
"Transportation has been arranged" Simon said.
"What weapons are permitted?" Vincent asked
"Anything except for explosives" Simon laughed "Sorry to disappoint you"
"Still sounds fun" Michael replied.
Vincent walked over to the wall and pulled a MP-5 off the wall "You bet wolf-boy"
Michael laughed and set up his M249 "Should we have a bet?"
"Something on the order of last time?" Vincent replied.
"Yeah, loser goes down on the victor" Michael said.
"What terms?" Vincent asked.
"Most kills? Or first injured?" Michael said.
"Let's say most kills" Vincent says slowly "Remember about the sniper incident?"
"Oh yeah that was unpleasant to say the least" Michael agreed.
"Okay you guys done making stupid bets?" Simon asked "You are going to have competition on this one"
"Shit! Who?" Vincent demanded.
"Looks like the Nighthawks" Simon replied.
"The Nighthawks? Don't they just do assassinations?" Michael asked.
"Primarily but occasionally they do field-ops wet works" Simon said.
"You mean they are going to be killing the guys we are trying to capture?" Vincent asked grimly.
"Pretty much and there is a slight chance that some else may be there" Simon said painfully.
"Who?" Vincent groaned.
"The Pantheras" Simon said simply.
"Just how much are we getting paid for this?" Michael moaned.
"A very substantial sum" Simon replied.
"Somehow I doubt it'll be enough" Vincent said as he pulled down all his pistols and a fair few knives "I don't care on weapon load outs, I am packing every weapon I have got!"
"So am I" Michael agrees and pulls down his sniper rifle and grenade launcher.
"No explosives" Simon warned.
"The grenade launcher is for tear gas" Michael retorted.
"Oh, okay well I think you know all you need to know" Simon said.
"Wait who is going to be online?" Vincent asked.
"No-one I told you this is total black ops, all call signs and coasters on, please" Simon pleaded.
"On one condition" Vincent smirked.
"What's that?" Simon asked.
"Come here and we'll show you?" Michael growled.
Vincent walked up to Simon and kissed him full on the lips "Been a while hasn't?
"Entirely too long" Michael agreed rubbing Simon's red fur.
Simon moaned into Vincent's mouth as he felt Michael slip into his underwear and caress his sheath, teasing the tip of his cock out.
"Is the foxy enjoying his job?" Michael teased.
Simon just murred into Vincent's jaws still locked in his powerful kiss, Michael shook his head and swiftly removed Simon's pants revealing his bobbing cock to the air and to Michael who was more than pleased.
Vincent finally broke the kiss and struggled to remove his shirt before Michael helped him "Where would you be without me?" Michael asked.
Vincent growled playfully at Michael then turned his attention back to the needy fox, "What should we do to the foxy?" Vincent murmured.
"Depends what do you want?" Michael replied.
"Well you had his back last time so I'll take it this time." Vincent decided.
"Oh goody" Michael murmured.
Vincent crept up behind Simon and nestled his length against Simon's tailhole, while Michael rubbed his cock against Simon's lips slowly sliding his length into Simon's warm muzzle.
Vincent waited until he was sure that Michael had his cock in Simon's muzzle then thrust forwards into Simon's ass, burying himself deep inside of him making him suck hard on the length in his mouth.
"You fucking tease" Michael swore at Vincent.
"That's why you love me" Vincent laughed.
Vincent then started thrusting hard into Simon causing him to suck with every thrust thus stimulating Michael faster driving him to his edge fast.
Michael began to buck as he felt his orgasm approach thanks to the constant sucks from Simon "Fucking hell I've missed this" he moaned.
Vincent smiled at his mate's pleasure and felt around till he grasped Simon's cock and began stroking the length rapidly, Simon started to hump Vincent's hand, he simply loved being in the middle.
Michael groaned as he came rapidly filling Simon's muzzle with his hot wolf cum, Simon gulped desperately as hot cum filled his mouth but as hard as he tried cum leaked around the edges of his mouth to drip onto the floor.
Vincent moaned as he felt his knot begin to push against Simon's tailhole, Simon bucked his hips against the knot and gasped as he felt it slip into him and began to inflate. Vincent growled and humped Simon rapidly forcing his knot deeper into him getting ready to fill him with his cum.
Vincent howled as he came pumping his thick wolf cum deep into the fox, Simon gasped as he felt cum fill him driving him over the edge. Simon slammed his cock into Vincent's hand and came spraying his cum onto the floor.
The threesome lay on the floor for a while exhausted from their activities, after a while Vincent felt his knot pop out of Simon and felt the gush of cum that followed, "That was fun" he said.
"I missed that" Simon admitted.
"I am glad hear that" Michael said as he pushed himself mostly upright.
"Alright let's grab the coasters Michael" Vincent replied as he pulled himself of the ground and helped Simon up.
"Fine but I have just one question about that" Michael said trying not to laugh.
"Oh what's that?" Vincent replied.
"Since when did they make silencers for machine guns or grenade launchers?" Michael laughed.
"You're a riot" Vincent said dourly "Get your goddamn sniper rifle silencer"
"Yes O glorious leader" Michael laughed then ducked as Vincent threw a clip at him.
Michael laughed to himself as he pulled out his rifle silencer out of its case and screwed it onto his sniper rifle, Vincent on the other hand had around forty guns to screw silencers to "This may take a while" he warned.
"Ah well" Simon replied "Michael I think I got some NVG attachments for your rifle you want them?"
"Hell yeah, show me the way" Michael replied and gave a wink to Vincent as he left the room.
"Fucking A" Vincent swore as he screwed the silencers to his pistols, the gods knew he had enough to classify them as enough to arm a small army. He had every hand gun from an Israeli 45. From a South African Uzi to an Italian Glock.
Vincent finished on his handguns and started on his other weapons: MP-5, G-36C, M-16 and of course the infamous P90.
In the armoury Simon pulled a heavy looking suitcase out a slammed it onto the desk, he flipped open the catches to reveal an awesome looking piece of technology "How much did this cost?" Michael asked.
"Not a cent" Simon smiled "It was a freebie"
"Damn that's sweet" Michael said and picked up the scope "What magnification does it go to?"
"Same as all rifles these days 5x to 10x" Simon replied.
"Good this will be really helpful" Michael thanked him "How can I ever repay you?
"How about bringing it back in one piece?" Simon answered; Michael laughed and went to rejoin Vincent.
Michael walked in just as Vincent finished putting the last silencer on his guns, he stood up and pulled back on the bolt loading a bullet "Let's do this shit" he said.
"They are coming" hissed a snake watching his PDA.
"The Intel is good?" asked a wolf.
"Should be one of the fuckers is carrying the tracker" the snake hissed.
"Get the anti-air up here now" the wolf ordered then stalked into the night.
Michael looked out through his NVG's onto the mountain lab "I don't know where Simon got his Intel but I can see any opposition down there" he shouted over the wind.
"If he says those fucks are gonna be there they will be" Vincent yelled back.
"Wait I see something" Michael said looking intensely through his NVG's "Shit bail they got anti-air!"
Vincent swore and ran to the passenger area "Grab your gear and bail they're gonna fire" he shouted grabbing his gear and jumped from the chopper.
Michael followed quickly after "Hit your chute" he shouted pulling his rip chord.
Vincent pulled his rip chord "Fucking assholes" he swore as the chopper exploded into flame.
"Least we weren't in it" Michael said.
"True but then that means the Nighthawks or Pantheras are already here" Vincent reminded him.
"Right" Michael breathed out "Well let's get there get the guys we need or the info at least and bail"
"To where?" Vincent asked "In case you didn't know that was our ride!"
"They'll have something around I am sure" Michael said vaguely.
"You have no idea" Vincent groaned.
Vincent and Michael hit the ground sending snow flying into the air "Not one of our better landings" Michael laughed.
"Just shut up" Vincent growled as he picked his gear up.
"Why are you so touchy about the chopper?" Michael asked suddenly.
"It was the done up chopper with all the stealth gear on it" Vincent complained.
"How could they find it then?" Michael asked.
"No idea but it means we just lost a hell of a lot of money" Vincent said.
"Great so they knew we were coming" Michael growled.
"Looks like" Vincent replied.
Michael ducked and grabbed his sniper rifle "We got company" he hissed.
"What kind?" Vincent replied.
"Nighthawks and they are armed to the teeth" Michael whispered.
"Shit" Vincent said simply "What times are they?"
"12, 10, 2" Michael whispered again "All have NVG's on"
"Flashbang?" Vincent asked.
"Yeah and hold it for five I don't want them to be able to cover their eyes" Michael said fiercely.
Vincent opened one of his numerous pockets and pulled out a flashbang "Here we go" he said and pulled the pin after five tense seconds he tossed into the path of the Nighthawks who had about a second to react before the flashbang blew.
Crack, the explosion was dizzying from a metre away, Vincent sat up pulling out his silenced pistols "I'll back" he said with a smile and walked out.
After a few minutes Vincent walked back "They won't bother us again" he said grimly.
"Bravo team come in" the snake said in English though with a heavy Russian accent.
"Don't bother" the wolf said darkly "They are dead"
"Shit" a jackal swore.
"Don't be such a pussy" a bull mocked.
"Oi shut fuck up" the wolf growled "I don't need your explosives here Pryor but I do need Ben's snipering skills "
Pryor looked darkly at the wolf and muttered something foul under his breath "Would you care to share that?" the wolf challenged.
Pryor fell silent, very few people messed with the wolf and no-one was really sure what his name was but everyone who hunted with him respected him or maybe it was fear, probably fear.
Michael and Vincent looked at the door to the lab "This is too easy" he laughed.
"I know that is what worries me" Vincent replied.
"Probably right but then again why the fuck are we standing in the open arguing about whether we should go in or not when there is probably a Nighthawk sniper drawing a bead on us right now" Michael retorted.
"Good point" Vincent said quickly and kicked the steel door in.
"Simon did give us keycards, you realise?" Michael said irritably.
"Yeah but this is more fun" Vincent admitted.
Michael gave a long suffering sigh "Let's just find the scientists and get the hell outta here"
Michael and Vincent used the cards to gain access to the vault in which the scientists had hidden themselves "Howdy motherfuckers!" Michael called out "We're here to save your asses!"
"Save us from what?" called out one of the scientists.
"Ah let's see last count two worldwide wet works mercenary organisations" Michael replied.
"What are wet works?" the scientist asked.
"Basically put, they go in everyone dies but them" Vincent said grimly.
"Why would someone send people like that after us?" one of the scientists demanded.
"I don't know" Vincent said "You tell me"
One of the scientists stepped forwards "This is a weapons research lab, so I can imagine a few reason but my most likely reason is the fact some of these people here have dug up so new tech that could revolutionise weaponry"
"Oh what would that be?" Michael asked.
"Plasma rounds resemble something like firing compact napalm, it could burn through one of these vault doors in seconds" the scientist said proudly.
"You see that is more than reason enough for most sane people to want to kill" Vincent said "What do you think should we waste the research and blame the Nighthawks"
"Yes but not here when we are outside, find a way to ditch the tech permanently" Michael agreed.
"Alright I'll ask what might be able to damage that tech" Vincent said "Hey scientist that tech sensitive to damage or what?"
"Yes it is highly sensitive to the elements" the scientist answered "Are we going to have to leave?"
"Yeah or they'll just blow up the complex" Michael said frankly.
"I'd like to see them try this place has over ten tons of steel plating on the outside walls and the walls of this vault are over a hundred metres of reinforced steel" the scientist said confidently.
"We got in" Vincent said shortly "They will to if you give them enough time. In fact I'd be surprised if they didn't have keycards"
"Impossible" the scientist denied.
"You'll find money can convince almost anyone and it would take just one card to go missing to breach your entire security measure" Michael replied.
The scientist scowled at Michael "You might be right" he conceded then shouted "Get the research into its cases!"
"I knew he'd see it our way" Vincent smirked.
Michael laughed then said seriously "But seriously we need to ditch that tech soon if it gets away that will be the cause of a god damn world war!"
"No don't be ridiculous" Vincent said "It will be the cause of Armageddon!"
"Probably but how can we totally destroy it if those fuckers are after it?" Michael wondered.
"You mean you didn't bring explosives?" Vincent asked concernedly.
"Of course I did" Michael laughed "I can't believe he thought I was taking tear gas"
"When we get out we take out any enemy forces, pray they aren't Pantheras, then you go off when you get out of the scientists' sight I'll get them away from the tech and you blow it straight to hell" Vincent murmured.
"How are you gonna get them away from it?" Michael asked.
"I don't maybe shout incoming" Vincent replied.
"Alright let's go" Michael said then shouted "Are you just about done yet?"
"Pretty much" the lead scientist replied.
"Good then let's go the longer we stay here the more likely there will be something unpleasant beyond those doors" Michael said.
Vincent pulled out a mobile "Hey Simon, it's alright we are fine but the chopper got blown to hell and we need immediate evac for these scientists" he spoke into the phone "No I don't think we'll be able to save the tech"
On the other side of the phone Simon scowled "Why the fuck not?"
"Well let's see the Nighthawks are here and the Pantheras are possibly here that is reason enough" Vincent said.
"That tech needs to survive" Simon repeated.
"I somehow doubt that" Vincent said grimly and hung up.
Simon swore loudly and threw his phone against the wall.
The wolf swore after he looked at his phone "The targets are going to try and destroy the tech" he said darkly "Stop them"
"Can we use extreme prejudice?" the bull asked.
"No you can't Pryor we need that tech intact" the wolf said.
"How soon till they come out?" Ben asked.
"How the fuck should I know? Just get out there" the wolf snarled.
The commander of the Pantheras smiled as his chopper landed "Are the snipers in position?" he asked quickly.
"Yes sir" a black panther replied "Everything is going to plan"
"Good, notify when the objective is secured" the commander said then walked off to his chopper.
Michael looked outside the door "I really wish you hadn't kicked the bloody door in" he complained.
"Oh shut up and move before a sniper gets a bead on one of us" Vincent growled and shoved Michael out of the door as a shot rang out and struck Vincent in the hand where Michael's head had just been.
"Fuck! I'm hit" Vincent swore running after Michael.
"Where is that son of a bitch?" Michael said darkly pulling out his sniper rifle.
"I got no idea" Vincent groaned holding his hand "Get back you dumb motherfuckers" he shouted at the scientists as they came into the hallway.
"Why do we bother?" Michael asked looking through his sniper scope gazing across the landscape.
Vincent smiled as he saw Michael looking through his scope, no-one had sharper eyes than him that sniper was as good as dead.
Vincent flinched as he felt the cold barrel of an M-16 press against his neck "Ah Michael we seem to have a rather blunt issue on my neck" he said warningly.
Michael swore and put his sniper rifle down slowly as the gun holder said "Don't get any fucking ideas!"
"Wouldn't dream of it" Vincent said quietly then swore as the rifle but slammed into his back.
"Shut the fuck up" the gun holder growled, he picked up his radio and spoke into it briefly.
"Michael please tell me you brought a flare" Vincent said desperately.
"Out of luck" Michael said grimly as the gun clicked as its bolt was pulled back.
Two shots rang out into the night.
Hey it's Smiling Wolf. This is a new series which the second story is already pretty much done I don't really know when the next one is going online but sooner or later.