prt2- Second squad
#2 of Elf of no past
The operation had gone perfectly. Morris stood looking at the two younger men under his command, already discussing what they were going to do with what, even Morris who had been in this businesses for thirty years had to admit, was an incredible paycheck for just killing a few sleeping scientists.
They hadn't even been noticed on the way in. No advanced security, only a chain link fence that was bypassed easily enough with some wire cutters. They had gone down like sheep, one after the other. Ninety percent of them had been a simple matter of a silenced bullet through the head while they slept. The other ten percent had woken when the door to their rooms had been opened, perhaps uttering a few symbols before taking three or four rounds to the chest, neck and head.
Morris didn't usually like taking newbies into a stealth op. They tended to choke at the wrong time.
Morris remembered fondly his first operation.
He was young then, perhaps his mid twenties. He had been assigned to stand guard around a group of political prisoners after they had taken an embassy. They were all sitting in a group at the far end of the, plush, VIP room with him standing in front of the only exit besides a forty foot drop out the window, an option one of the prisoners had already taken. His landing serving as a reminder for anyone else who felt brave.
The man hadn't fallen very gracefully, flipping end over end until he smashed headfirst into the cement sidewalk below. Morris chuckled remembering the want-to-be bird.
It seemed however that the mans landing only served as a deterrent for window hopping.
One of the prisoners, of the few that weren't crying and begging, decided to play the hero, grabbing a nearby folding chair and charging at Morris with it.
Tensing up, Morris let out a burst from his Mp5 and watched in absolute amazement as the life disappeared from whom Morris' superior at the time referred to as a wanna-be John Wayne.
From that moment Morris knew that this was the job for him. His options in his youth were of course limited, having received little education and having no desire to do anything not on his own terms.
Morris was not a dumb man. Quite the opposite. He had a quick hand and a calm head. He stood at 6 foot and 180 pounds. Being a black bear with black eyes meant that he always was camouflaged for a night raid and was strong enough to bend a two inch thick steel pole with his bear paws
A deadly set of skills.
"First squad, check in" Morris growled impatiently over his radio more than ready to be done for the night.
No response
"First squad!!" Morris barked, "Check in!"
Nothing but static
Uttering a few choice words about how a couple of unarmed book worms could be holding up first squad. Morris gave second squad their orders and to be prepared for an engagement.
Morris pulled out his locater and began following first squads signal. He encountered no resistance but plenty of corpses.
About one hundred feet away, the locater gave off a beep of warning.
Morris cursed silently and tensed. The jobs stayed the same, it was just the tech that was getting ahead of him.
Morris heard the tiniest of computer beeps. He turned to the rest of second squad and saw them all tensed. Morris let out a small chuckle. The rest of the group viably relaxed.
Morris made a few silent hand signals ordering the rest of the squad to proceed the last gap cautiously.
Morris was the last to round the last corner after hearing a small intake of breath. He burst around the corner weapon drawn only to note that one member of first squad was laying down unmoving. Death. He recognized it easily enough. That wasn't what gave him pause; it was the fact that the head was almost completely backwards.
Morris mentally reviewed what he knew of snapped necks: They were generally fatal, rarely they caused paralysis of the whole body and mouth, The actual damage wasn't all from the twisting motion but sometimes the bone fragments of broken vertebra would shred the nerve fiber.
Morris cared little for the actual sciences of wounds. He just needed to know how to inflict them and, very rarely, how to treat them.
Morris knew there was no treatment for death. What really had him rooted to the spot was the angle of the head. Morris was strong and he could only twist a head a little past the shoulder, this was ridiculous overkill with a vengeance or... an ungodly strong individual.
Morris decided that the first option was much more likely. One of first squad had probably killed someones buddy and someones buddy decided to get revenge. A simple explanation that still left two open ends.
Where was the body of the "buddy" since it seemed likely that the second man of first squad would have finished him off, and where was the second man of first squad?
A light kiss on the neck.
A slow procession slowly downwards with calm loving movements
A light stroke of the hand down her side
A kiss on the nipple followed by a gentle sucking for a prolonged
A light groan escaping her gentle lips
Griswold gave her ass giving it a firm squeeze eliciting another gentle moan. Candice lifted her hips to his wanting to feel him in her with every fiber of her being. Candice knew that Griswold was the best she had ever had and she had not even had him yet. She could feel the moisture leaking out of her. She could smell her sex and she knew he could too.
Griswold was at the very limits of his self control. He felt like there was nothing else in the world except this perfect example of the female form in front of him, holding him close. He could feel his erection pressing up on her stomach and his. He reached down with his fingers and pressed into her rose with them.
Candice felt his hands leaving her bottom and was about to voice protest and stopped when she felt his hand venture further south. She gave a loud groan of intense pleasure. She erupted in ecstasy tenfold when his fingers started to rub her inside wall on her special spot. Candice felt herself clench down on his fingers as her juices started to flow freely down his hand. When she finally felt in control enough to utter a response to his ministrations, all she could manage was a simple, "OHHH!!"
Enough teasing himself Griswold thought. He lifted her higher and pressed her down onto his wedding tackle watching her eyes grow large and then shut in absolute and complete feelings of the purest bliss it is possible to experience.
Griswold was not too far away from that point himself.
Griswold started to grind his hips into hers and she duplicated the action. Pressing her clit into him.
Candice had never felt anything quite so... perfect, before. She knew with absolute certainty that it would never be possible for anyone to ever feel a reaction more strongly than she was feeling his sma...large piece of heaven. She was having near constant orgasms multiple times in a row, stacking on top of each other covering herself and him in her liquids.
She felt him tense and knew he was going to erupt into her. She didn't want any children but she couldn't bring herself to say so. She felt in her heart that she wanted him to cum in her, so she decided to try and embrace it. Besides she felt that he wouldn't leave her if she had his child.
Knowing that, she felt him erupt into her over and over, filling her with his seed and flooding her womb, causing her biggest orgasm yet. She felt her world explode and to deal with the feeling of sensory overload her mind shut down, and she passed out.
Griswold, feeling spent, laid down next to Candice catching his breath. He turned to look at her and saw that she was out. He let out a silent chuckle, got up, and put his cloths and armor back on. He didn't need sleep, he knew this just like he knew how tall he was. It wasn't a returning memory it was just a piece of knowledge. Still, he had normal functions, like the need to relieve his bladder, and baldy too.
Griswold jumped to the restroom and shut the door.
Around the next corner and into an office Morris found the second.
Collapsed and dead in front of a computer. After a quick examination Morris determined the cause. Morris didn't want his squad getting any crazy ideas and going AWOL in the middle of a job. It would make his job that much more difficult.
They were staring blankly at the corpse without much nerve showing.
" probably think someone had used a blunt weapon or some such, perhaps a chair or bat." Morris thought. He looked up from the corpse looking for some clue to the still missing "budd... no their John Wayne. The job wasn't complete until they were all dead.
The computer let out another faint beep drawing Morris' attention to it. He hadn't given it much thought before, but now his curiosity was drawn. This computer was on. Nothing special about that, however the screen saver wasn't running yet. Every computer they had passed had the same generic screen saver of the laboratory logo. This computer had a personnel file pulled up. A Candice DeMood, 5'5, skunk, female. A picture of a rather normal if not pretty skunk was posted next to the profile. There was blood on the computer mouse.
"It seemed that the Mercenary hadn't had a completely useless death, he had left us the identity of at least one of the escapees." Morris remarked
"Escapees? Sir?" one of his men asked.
"Do you believe that she was capable of killing two armed and professionally trained guards?" Morris said in a Grim voice. Morris loved to use theatrics with the newbies. He couldn't resist. "A lone girl with no remarkable talent or background" Morris remarked reading some of the rest of the bio.
Single...no family near by...An address.
Local.
"I think we found her." Said a smiling Morris
Driving up the road Morris set up positions around the cabin, staying far enough back himself behind a fallen moss covered green log near a rear window of the cabin, where he would have an excellent view of events from his hiding spot.
"Second squad move in, one man through the front door one through that window." whispered Morris into his throat mike.
"Doors locked, I'll need a second to pick it"
"Window is unlocked, leads into the bedroom."Griswold heard though his ear piece.
"Lock is rusty, might take a bit longer"
"Sir, I see the target sleeping on the bed, doors are closed"
A small smile to himself
"Do it quietly"
Morris watched from his post as the window quietly slid up and the wolf slipped inside pulling out his Choke Wire.
Another small smile. Choke wire. Not a pleasant way to die. Strangulation with a thin steel wire between to sturdy handles on the ends.
Quiet and effective.
"Almost got the door sir"
Morris rolled his eyes. Well things were going well enough anyway.
"hold off on the door until we finish with the primary target, synchronize your room clearing." One beep in his ear for an order understood.
"Primary target neutralized. Gave a bit of a fight too. Managed to land a good kick."
A small laugh cut short in a surprised manner.
Griswold opened the door to the restroom and was instantly filled with fury.
There was Candice lying naked on the floor. With a wolf standing above her laughing to himself and holding some steel wire in one hand. A rifle strapped to his back.
In pure fury and instinct, Griswold stretched out his arm, gloved hand open, palm outward and channeled his fury through his arm into his hand, lit the runes on the glove, finally releasing a brilliant white light straight at the wolf who had just turned to see Griswold standing there.
The upper half of the wolf never knew what hit it. In fact, the wolves upper body ceased to exist completely.
A pair of legs and a bit of stomach fell to the ground along with some roof tiles.
Almost the entire wall behind the wolf had been blown away.
A tenth of a second after the laugh had stopped, the wall of the house exploded outward sending splinters out towards Morris' hiding place. It was strange some logical part of Morris' brain thought, no noise from the explosion except the wood shredding. The rest of his brain told Morris to duck as the splinters came flying at him.
When everything settled Morris risked a glance through a crack in the log.
There stood the source of his troubles. A tall creature, thin, and almost furrless. For some reason he was wearing some kind of Renaissance armor.
This would have been one of those few intimidating sights in Morris' life were it not for that shocked stupid look on his face.
An impressive weapon to have blown through a foot of hardened redwood and left him completely safe.
A new kind of shaped charge?
Even more puzzling was the girl. This man was obviously the one who had killed first squad. Had he used the girl as bait to catch them off guard? It didn't seem likely looking at his expression.
Griswold was struck dumb by what had occurred. He stood there numbly still trying to process what had happened.
He had come out of the bathroom, saw the wolf over Candice and somehow had used his anger to destroy the wolf and most of the wall.
Candice!
He rushed to check on her. Not breathing. No pulse. CPR. 1...2...3, 1...2...3........
Griswold failed to notice the second wolf sneaking up behind him, rifle leveled at his head.
Crack!! The rifle spat
Griswold turned around to see the wolf behind him. Bullet between the wolfs dead yellow eyes.