"Nowhere to run."
"A small problem. Most of the guards are male. Trying to take their place is going to be noticed very quickly once we get inside."
"The point is to get in, kill enough of them to free some help inside. Not to win a disguise contest," Smith replied quietly. "Walk casual. Shoot straight."
"Or throw straight. Handguns aren't my thing. The outside patrols go in with long guns, so I can use one of those initially. One of the patrol each, then inside."
Smith looked down through the laser scope on her silenced long gun, as did Bulays. A shot each that was indeed straight, and the two women were off and sprinting for the bodies they had left in front of them. They dragged them off, stripped them for their uniforms and weapons, and moved to enter the underground farm on Leda.
They moved cautiously through the tunnel and came out to the sight of near naked slaves in rags hard at work, with several guards urging them on. They looked up to greet the newly arrived patrol.
"Wait..." the female guard said. "You're not..." She dove for cover.
"Told you so," Bulays called. Their acquired weapons were now at their shoulders. Two of the guards were down. Unfamiliarity with her new meant Smith missed, only wounding the remaining man, who ran off. The more observant woman had taken a hostage. Mard. She held the shockprod underneath his jaw.
"This is turned right up. You twitch, he's pan-fried."
"If that happens," Ghaavn called from the work area, standing up. "Then you are dead. We'll just cripple you, though, then give you to the workers. You'd probably rather we had shot you, then." Those with the energy were lining up behind Ghaavn for the opportunity. "You do what we say, we take you with us alive. It looks to me like you're a smarter woman than the rest. Three seconds to decide."
She only needed one, and dropped the shockprod to the ground. Mard picked it up. He turned it to the lowest setting and gave her a taste in revenge. She was tough, just gritting her teeth and flinching.
Shots rang out from the main building and one of the workers fell with a bullet through the chest. He was dead. The guard woman was shot in the upper arm. "Scatter to cover," Ghaavn called. Smith and Bulays went one way. Ghaavn, Mard and the rest of the workers another, including their voluptuous neighbour. "Looks like they're happy to let you go," Mard grinned savagely at the bleeding woman's arm. "Can you get us inside?"
"Yes," the betrayed guard said. "I can also tell your riflewomen where the shooters are."
"Bulays," Ghaavn yelled.
"Smith, cover me." She did so, shooting back at the building in the direction of the previous gunfire. Bulays sprinted and rolled to Ghaavn, protecting the rifle.
"Tell her," Ghaavn ordered. The ex-guard woman did so. Bulays fired three shots. A scream came after the third. Emptying the magazine, she heard another cry. "After you then," Ghaavn told the betrayed employee. She ran for the building, jinking evasively. Ghaavn, now armed thanks to Bulays, followed, calling over his shoulder. "Mard, look after the workers. They'll be in shock. Things will get hot here, so get back."
"Smith, circle round the back. I'm going after Ghaavn. Take enough of the hot stuff." At Bulays' instruction, Smith nodded and melted away.
Ghaavn told the guard to open the door. She did so, carefully. "It's me," she called. No gunfire, so Bulays and Ghaavn followed. "Where will Paxa be?"
"Probably cutting her losses by now and looking to get out."
"Hypatia?"
"Everyone's expendable."
"Which way?"
The guard pointed, and Bulays, knife in hand, led the way.
*****
Ghaavn saw the movement in time and fired, taking the man in the shoulder, dropping him to the ground. A flash of steel, and Bulays' knife finished him, her second blade buried itself in the eye of his partner.
"Any more?"
"No," the guard woman said. "That's all we had on Leda at the moment." Bulays quickly moved to the wall, putting something in place.
"Paxa," Ghaavn cried. "It's over."
Paxa came out, clad in body armour. She had a gun on her hostage. Hypatia, packed into a sensual red gown, was trembling and trying not to move. "Put the guns down, slaves." Bulays and Ghaavn did so. As they did, Ghaavn caught Hypatia's eye, flicked his own down to indicate the ground, as Bulays pressed a button in the hand held behind her back. Hypatia dived for the ground as the wall exploded, debris knocking Paxa to the ground. Bulays was on her in a second, driving a knife up under the stunned woman's jaw and into her brain. Instant death.
Ghaavn helped Hypatia up. "Anyone else in the building, beautiful?" She looked up at him, surprised.
"No. The entertaining is usually much later, so everyone was outside or on guard duty."
Ghaavn moved to her, and ripped most of the skirt of her dress off. "We need to move fast, now. Run for outside." He threw the cloth to the bleeding guard holding her arm. "Get out and wrap that." She ran, Bulays and Ghaavn followed. At the door, Bulays spoke into her communicator. "Smith, light him up." They ran and dove for the cover behind the work area.
Smith had blown the building sky-high. Which on Leda was not very far.
Dust, splinters and metal fell to the ground as they covered their heads.
*****
"Paxa's dead, Mard." Ghaavn told the junior agent. "The personal Bulays finish."
"I guarantee my work," the blonde amazon said cheerfully.
"Good," he said. The cheers from the rest of the workers were rather more vociferous. Except from their neighbour, who sat quietly by Mard's side, holding her knees, her long dark hair falling down her back. Ghaavn pointed her out to Hypatia, who nodded. She went and sat down next to the woman, and began talking quietly to her.
Smith rejoined them.
"A little overenthusiastic, perhaps?" Bulays asked of the explosive finale as she stood guarding the guard. Mostly from the newly freed slaves.
"Anybody hurt?"
"No."
"Seems right to me, then. Better safe than booby-trapped."
Ghaavn was talking to his fellow captives. "Here's what I propose. I know you have had a terrible time here. We'll get you home, and any help you need. On the trip back, though, we want this guard arriving in one piece. I can understand you want to kill her, but without her you might not be going home at all. Anything happens to her, whoever did it gets left somewhere very unpleasant. I'll also throw in a weekend at The Europa, for whoever wants it if you all agree.."
"Seriously?" Asked a stocky deep-chested man.
"Oh yes," said Norawest. "In fact, I know a woman there who'll buy you a drink. You’re just her type."
*****
"Daul Joan?"
"Well, hello Ghaavn."
"How would you like to buy me dinner at your place?"
"Whenever you like, handsome."
"With several friends?"
"A banquet it is. I'll tell Kah to arrange it."
"And how do you feel about vampires?"
"The buxom Ms Kang, do you mean?"
"Keeping track of me, Ms Joan?"
"Will it increase my chances of seducing you?"
"Quite likely, I believe. I'd also suggest a lot of hot food on the menu."
"Mercurian can definitely be done. I have an adventurous spirit Ghaavn. I am more than willing to try."
*****
Ghaavn was a man who honoured his agreements. Daul Joan's hospitality was superb. His fellow ex-captives had a stunning time. Hypatia and Mard had remained on Titan, looking after Diana, the dark haired silent woman from Leda. Bulays and Norawest were in The Europa's private bar with Yarola and Kah, all of them nursing very expensive drinks. Yarola, who had been pleasantly drunk for some time now, had her arm around the stocky man from Leda. They both looked happy with the situation. "Kah," said Bulays to the elegantly handsome concierge, "if you need to slip somethin' past the boss, I'd say tonight and tomorrow morning 'd be a
good time."
"Ah, slipping. Yes, I'd think that would be happening." Kah smiled as she sipped her drink.
****
Ghaavn, raised on both arms, thrust powerfully into Daul Joan, looking deep into her eyes. The large woman had wrapped her legs around his muscular hips, arching her back, eyes closing as she groaned in ecstasy. She wasn't sweating, because Hannah Kang's lips were at her throat, fingers playing with Daul's hard nipples. "Oh Ghaavn," Joan shuddered as she came in explosions of pleasure. "I'll give you a suite." Ghaavn relaxed his arms, chest now resting on her breasts. He kissed her, then withdrew, sitting back on his haunches.
Hannah raised her head. "I believe you have something there for me, darling." Hannah's eyes moved to Ghaavn's rampant erection as she rolled on to her back, spreading her supple thighs invitingly. Joan moaned, and opened her eyes. The two women's roles reversed as Ghaavn moved up the bed and slid home into his thermpire lover.
THE END
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