The visitor cast a critical eye around the main control room. The many monitors displayed the status of various systems, or relayed images from security camera's positioned at strategic points along the braced steel corridors of the installation. A display of temperature readings, both from the thermal vent and inside the base showed what she already knew. It was hot and humid.
"Ever thought of getting some air conditioning in here?" she asked.
"Ever thought of getting some air conditioning in here?" she asked.
The base commanderess, a brunette with an impressive mane of bouncing brown curls answered as quickly and thoroughly as if it were an exam question. Her voice betrayed some of her nervousness. "They draw too much power, and keep failing. Obviously, normal air conditioning wont do, and the cost of cooling systems that work in this environment is prohibitive, we nearly went over budget as it is. One has to consider as well that the purchase of such specialized systems might attract questions and attention. We have cooling for essential systems of course, beyond that, to be honest most of us have just learned to like it like this". She was wearing nothing but a skimpy red bikini.
The visitor looked somehow formal in the wet-suit top and very abbreviated trunks she wore, even though the top was unzipped, and hung open just enough to reveal a tanned and toned abdomen. The separated sides of the top hung in just such a way that they allowed the inner sides of two firm mounds to be visible, just covering the nipples, like something from a calendar shoot. Every now and again one or the other of them would swing further open, revealing a teasing glimpse of breast. Her hair was platinum blonde, cut chin-length, and swept back, into a helmet effect that was both attractive, and businesslike. This visitor was all business. "What are you measures for attack via the communications vector?" she asked in a disinterested tone.
The commandress knew the disinterest was feigned. The right answer was everything. It was life and death. "Well, for a start everything is wired. No wifi of any form. After all, a wifi signal on the sea bed would look pretty suspicious. All traffic is encrypted, even commands going to the robotic miners. We use the minimum number of network protocols, less open doors that way. All data is held in encrypted form. There are no client machines as such, just display terminals, everyone works on a central server within a sandbox, where they can be watched and controlled. The operating systems and applications are all open source varieties, the code has been proof-read by two separate teams of auditors. That was very expensive. Various security improvements have been applied both to the core O.S. and the applications. Intrusion detection systems constantly watch for unauthorized changes in code, data files or network traffic.
"Very thorough. And if, somehow, the base IS compromised?".
"Well, there's an EMP pulse bomb built into the memory core, it should wipe everything. It's somewhat redundant though, if we had a physical compromise I can blow the entire base from here. This control room is a submersible vehicle in its own right, hydro-jet powered and very fast. Three minutes after undocking, a Russian tactical nuke I obtained will erase all evidence".
The visitor gave an amused snort. "Tactical nuke? Have you heard the term 'delivering coals to Newcastle'?".
"No" the commandress answered, wondering grimly if she should have.
Apparently the question was of no significance though. "How did you obtain it?" the visitor asked.
The commandress was beginning to feel confident that her answers were up to the mark. "Would you believe, ebay?" she asked wryly. "Presented as something else, of course, but there is a code to such things".
The visitor looked displeased. "That surely leaves a route by which this installation could be discovered?".
The commandress had an answer to this one. She smiled nastily. "Believe me, no one's tracing anything via the vendor".
"Ah. Good. You cover your tracks. And your communications security sounds very thorough".
"I like to think so ma'am. I think you'll find that your little penetration test has met it's match in our firewalls and systems".
The visitor let out a laugh. "When did I say anything that led you to believe this was a penetration test against the communications and data systems?".
There was a long silence before the commandress asked in a flat tone "It isn't?".
"I said it was a penetration test against the base security. I meant the physical security. Not long ago we had a major incursion at an important site. 'Madame' has ordered that every installation be checked for security. Forcefully checked".
"That's ridiculous. How could anyone get onto this base?".
"Via the supply sub that just left?" the visitor suggested.
"You mean the one that bought you" the commandress snarled, betrayal tainting her voice. "Well, we'll pick them up on the cameras".
At that moment, all the camera screens went briefly dead, before coming back to life again.
The commandressess eyes widened. She moved towards a control panel with a microphone stalk extending from it, but a sharp command halted her "Stop!".
"You weren't going to alert your staff, were you?" the visitor asked.
"Of course. We clearly have an intruder".
"It wouldn't be much of a test if you tip them off, would it? You'll get no warning in a real attack. I want to see how your security would handle that".
"If my girls have no idea it's a mock intrusion, they'll respond with lethal force" the commandress warned.
"Good, because, my operative is going to be using lethal force too".
The commandresses expression hardened. "You call that a test? It's murder! You can't do this!".
"Won't be a problem if your security is sound, will it?".
"It'll be a problem for your operative. Have you so little respect for their life?".
The visitor laughed again, a sound as cold and dark and rich as the water outside the bulkheads...
Except of course, that the water beyond the bulkheads was very hot, in more than one meaning of the term.
..."You ask me about respect for life, after heading this project for six months? You know what you've been producing, and where it's likely going. Bit late to turn Buddhist now, isn't it?".
"I won't stand for this" the commandress protested.
"Then.." the visitor said, plucking something out of a thigh-holster and pointing it "..sit down".
Guard duty is mind-numbing, pointless, soul destroying work. Unless you have an ipod. The woman 'watching' the sub-bay had obtained some cushions and made a ledge into an improvised chaise lounge, upon which she was quietly rocking out. She was a rather eye-catching asian, high-cheekboned, a small delicate mouth, her eyelashes and brows were like single brush-strokes applied by the very tip of a zen master-painters brush. Her hair was tied back into a bun, and this, in combination with the subtle metallic tinted blusher applied to her cheeks and above her eyes, could have looked severe, where it not for the innate sweetness of her face, instead the effect was space-pixie-ish . Very fashionable and up to date.
She had been reading a magazine, one of those 'celebrity slander' types, but even that had apparently been too much work. She now lay with her eyes closed, the magazine open on her chest. Her head nodded rhythmically, and occasionally she'd raise her arms and wriggle, doing the best analogue of dance moves that she could on her back. The tinny sounds of a drum and bass mix-tape leaked from the headphones, but you had to get close to hear it, for the sub-bay was filled with a constant background rumble that overpowered any small sounds. She had no idea she was not alone, until she registered a decrease in light from behind her closed eyelids, and instinctively knew someone was standing over her. She stopped in mid 'dance', knowing she was in trouble, but just how much, she didn't realize until she opened her tip-tilted eyes.
Before her stood a young woman, an asian like her, though she couldn't place where from, the woman seemed to be of mixed blood, surely some Korean, possibly some Japanese. She was good looking, but not in the same delicate way as the guard, her face had a tough, uncompromising quality. She wore her black hair over to one side in a long, damp tumble. She wore only a black bikini, though it was clearly designed for swimming rather than sun-lounging, being form-fitting, made of wetsuit material, and covering a wider expanse of flesh than a sun-costume. There was a belt around the briefs that allowed things to be clipped to them. Currently, the guardwoman noticed with a gulp, there was a dive-knife attached there.
"Who are you?" the white-clad guard asked, shocked and sounding somewhat angry.
The newcomer crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at the others obtuseness. "An intruder, obviously".
The guard seemed suspicious that someone was playing a practical joke on her. "We're miles underwater. How did you get in?" she protested.
"With rather disgraceful ease" the newcomer observed.
Only now did the white-clad guard go for the gun strapped to her thigh, and found the holster empty.
The intruder raised the stolen weapon and pointed it at its former owner. For the first time fear showed on the face of the white-clad guard. Her eyes fixed on the wicked serrated point of a dart that projected from the front of the gun. The guns were mini-harpoon weapons, compressed-air powered. They had limited range, but that didn't matter in the claustrophobic corridors of this installation. The darts had weak destructive power, a positive point in a steel bubble on the sea-floor, where a single puncture would be the end for everyone. However, to make up for the resultant lack of stopping power, the dart-heads carried a particularly nasty toxin, enough to kill a great white shark in fifteen seconds. It would be a quick end, but there was much speculation about just how unpleasant those last seconds would be.
"I.. I'm sorry" the guard protested "I know I should have been paying more attention to my duties. I promise it wont happen again".
"Why are you apologizing to me? I'm an intruder. I'm glad your security is slack" the intruder told her.
The natural color in the guards pretty face drained away, making the eyeliner, blusher and rouged lips stand out against her white skin. "Are.. are you going to kill me?" she asked.
The intruder laughed, and lowered her gun. "Guess what.? You're right. I work for the organization. This is a security audit".
The guard slumped, her held breath escaping in a relived whooosh. "Fuck. You scared the living daylights out of me. I guess I'm in a lot of trouble".
The newcomer grinned "I guess you are. You look so sweet when you're scared, all quivering and helpless, eyes big and imploring. Delicious. Let's see that again". She raised the gun once more and said "You know how the organization deals with incompetence. By the way, the answer to the question you asked, is 'yes'".
The guard went still, the blood hadn't yet returned to her face, so it couldn't drain again. "You wouldn't.." she protested.
"Oh. I would. You know full well what you're involved in. You took our coin, we expect something in return. What did you think was going to happen if you got caught? A disciplinary hearing? Unpleasant duties as punishment? A spanking? Not that I wouldn't enjoy administering the latter" the intruder licked her lips "but it's not how groups like ours work".
"I.. I.. look.. be reasonable. Please".
"Reasonable?" the intruder mused. "Okay, I'll be reasonable. I'll give you one last chance".
"You mean.. you'll let me go and wont tell?".
"I mean" the intruder placed the gun on the floor before her, and took three long steps back "That I'll give you one last chance to do your duty, to put all that training we gave you to some use. We're equidistant from the gun, and.." she unstrapped the knife from her hip and placed it behind her "..our chances then.. our chances of life.. are equal. You understand me?".
The guard nodded, and said "Hai.. I mean.. yes". She looked terrified as she swung her long legs off the ledge, stood up, walked out to meet the intruder in the center of the sub-bay, and assumed a fighting stance.
The intruder raised her hands in an open-hand guard, and took a slow, watchful cross-step forward.
With a screech, the young guard swung a leg up in a very passable high round-house kick. The intruder had to use both fore-arms to block it, and riposted with a low front-kick to her opponents bikini-line. The young guard swept an arm down across her front, knocking the kick aside even as she stepped down from her own high kick. She powered forward with her remaining arm, slipping a punch under the intruders guard and ramming her fist home into the soft cushion of a black-bikini clad boob.
The intruder gave a surprised and pained cry. The guard exploited her advantage to swing two swift punches up into the intruders abdomen, before gracefully lifting a knee into the same target.
"Uh! Ugh! URGH!!" the intruder protested, looking astonished.
"HAII!!" the guard yelled, delivering a straight-up kick that threw the other woman onto her back. The intruder break-falled expertly, and flipped her legs back over her head, rolling easily back up to a standing position. "Good" she said "your not a complete disgrace then".
The guard growled prettily, and launched into a spinning kick, but her moment of glory was over. The intruder dropped into an incredibly low stance, swinging an arm down and forwards and her fist thudded into the guards white briefs.
"NAIIIEEE!". The agonized scream rang around the sub-bay. But, the ambient noise consumed even screams after a few metres, it would bring no rescue. The white-bikini-ed guard dropped to her knees, clasping herself. Her face was a portrait of exquisite suffering. She'd never encountered anyone who could generate power like this intruder.
"I could pick up the gun and kill you now" the intruder pointed out, folding her arms and tapping a foot impatiently.
The poor guard was rocking back and forth on her haunches.. holding her abused pubis and making tiny sounds from between her clenched teeth. However, hearing the threat, she struggled to her feet. Painfully, she assumed a fighting stance and raised her guard, but beyond her shaking hands, her expression was hopeless, her pretty eyes filled with the expectation of defeat.
The intruder launched into a complex sequence of kicks, short snapping ones, spinning roundhouses, and thrusting back-kicks, each one blending effortlessly into the next. The guard refused to be intimidated. She blocked and counter-attacked, using both her arms and legs to knock the kicks of the attacking line. The impacts of forearms and shins hurt, this intruder was tough and powerful. It was like being in early training again, sparring with an opponent you know is better than you, who is only letting you do as well as you are to let you practice your skills. It was like an exam.
The guard scored a round-kick to the head, staggering her opponent. Her follow-up body shot was blocked though, and she took a bruising punch on the side of her face that made her head ring. She managed to prevent her opponent exploiting the advantage though, weaving under a follow-up punch and using a front-kick to a tautened stomach to persuade the intruder to back off.
In the end though, both women knew who had the greater skill. The intruder snapped a kick at the sentry-girls belly, and the white bikinied guard reaped it away by bringing her knee up and across. Thinking she had the advantage now, the white-bikined japanese beauty threw everything she had into a last desperate punch. A hand slapped against her forearm with jarring force and terror struck into her heart as her punch was redirected off it's attacking line. The hand closed upone her forearm, holding on as the other woman stepped close, swinging her free hand up in a blur. The sentry girl discovered that she had been holding her rear-guard hand too far from her body, something the intruder had registered some time ago, and the uppercut came under her guard, and up into her jaw. Her head bounced back and forth, and the whole world seemed to lose focus.
Still holding the guards arm away from her body, creating an opening for attack, the intruder pivoted, and rammed an open palm into her opponents side, slinging all her weight in behind it. The sentry was too dazed from the uppercut to even try to yank her elbow back to protect her side, but not too dazed to register the pain of breaking ribs. She wailed despondantly, and the cruel assassin thrilled at the sound. The intruder enjoyed her work, especially when it involved the conquest and destruction of lovely creatures like this japanese. She yanked on the captive arm, pulling them both sharply together as she swung a punch low. It drilled into the other womans bare stomach. "UURRGGHH!!" groaned the guard, folding, a pleading expression on her face. The punching arm came up, around, and an elbow smashed into the side of the guards head, rattling her brains about in her skull as he head was knocked sideways. The intruder released the guards arm, and struck across her throat with the edge of a tautened hand, extracting a small, strangled "Urk!" from her prey. The punishment continued mercilessly as the black-bikinied assassin took hold of her opponents other arm, yanking it clear of the guard-girls side, and swinging an elbow round and under it, into the girls as yet unbroken ribs on that side.
The guards scream of pain was weak, constricted by her hurt throat. Tears began to bubble from between her long lashes, and her delicate lips pulled back to reveal perfectly white, clenched teeth. Her arm was released, her elbow came back automatically to protect her side from further injury, as her knees began to fold. A hand, delicate but strong, came up to clasp her chin supportingly as her punisher stepped around to be side-on to the guard, allowing attack to the beaten womans back. "Naiiee!!" screamed the helpless guard, tears coursing down her cheeks now, as a punch landed solidly in her middle back, driving into her left kidney.
The hand beneath her chin lifted and pushed, there was nothing she could do to resist as she was thrown back over the intruderesses knee. The first three punches landed devestatingly hard into the front and underside of her white bikini panties. The guard could only scream and shudder as her womanhood was brutalised, deperately trying to lift a knee into a defensive position to halt this punishment of her poor pussy.
Selecting a new target, the black-bikinied intruder plunged her tight fist hard into the guard-girls belly, sinking deep into the slack softness it found there.
"OOuuurrghh!" complained the helpless guard, her charcoal-stroke eyes closing tight, her delicate brows pulling together in a frown of agony.
"What a delicious sound" the cruel intruderess panted arousedly. She rammed another punch home, reveling in the feel of soft, vulnerable, feminine gut enveloping her knuckles.
"Urrrggg!" groaned the captive sentry-girl, a fresh wave of tears streaking her cheeks with mascara run-lines.
"Oh, poor thing" the intruderess mocked. She lifted the beaten girls face, and lowered her lips onto it, kissing away the tears. Then she continued kissing and kissing, showering the defeated woman's face with kisses. Finally there was a long, slow, soft, exploratory kiss on the lips. When she'd finished this, and finally broke away, the intrudress remained watching the young guards face with feral interest as she sank another hard punch into defenseless belly.
"Booorrrggg!". The expression on the defeated woman's face was everything the cruel intrudress had hoped it would be. She released her prey, letting the asian guard drop to her knees. Before the beaten beauty had quite finished her fall, she encountered a rising knee that rammed home into her descending jaw. She slumped onto her back, and lay, breathing raggedly. It took all her strength simply to lift and lower her battered belly in a breathing cycle. There was a brief, blessed time of no new punishments. But, all good things come to an end. A foot stomped down onto her belly, rousing her, groaning, to gaze up at her conqueress. The intruder had retrieved the gun.
The assassin stood over the beaten guard, pointing the gun down at her. "Not bad. You put up a fair fight in the end. But not good enough I'm afraid" she said, as though telling the other woman she'd failed a driving exam.
"Please.." gasped the guard.
"Now.. where do you get it?" the intruder mused. "Maybe one of those pretty eyes? No.. that would be a crime". She moved the gun down, closing one eye and sighting along her arm with the other "That supple throat? Hmmm.. or perhaps one of those perky pointy boobs?". The gun continued to descend. "Mmmm.. bellybutton, the classic target. Or, right between the legs?".
"No.. don't..".
"Eeeeny meeeny mineey.. mo". There was a 'Fuuttt!' of escaping air.
"Uuhhhhhh!" the guard gasped, her hand coming up to clasp the shaft projecting from her left breast. A crimson stain spread rapidly through the innocent white of her bikini. Her body tautened, arched, and began to shudder as though in orgasm. Then, with a final sigh, she lay still.
The intruder carried the lifeless guard to the ledge she had been lying on, and laid her down there. She put one of the cushions on the dead woman's chest, and rested a limp hand atop it. That hid the projecting shaft when she pulled up a cargo sheet over the girl. "There. Anyone finding you will figure you're taking a nap". She brushed aside a stray lock of hair, and kissed a cooling forehead "Unless they try to wake you".
Two guards, white bikinis, gun strapped to one thigh, knife strapped to the other. One blonde, one brunette. The brunette with latin-tanned skin, the blonde nordic white. They stood, staring at the unexpected arrival. An asian woman, not a familiar member of staff, was walking towards them, apparently oblivious to their presence because she was watching her bare feet and bobbing her head to a beat playing on the ipod clipped at her hip. They looked at each other, and then at the intruder, lifting their guns from their holsters. "Hey you!" the brunette called above the ever present rumble, and the ipods output.
The mysterious ipod-woman apparently failed to hear over the output of the little headphones clipped to her ears, she kept advancing, clicking her fingers to the rhythmn and twirling her hands in the air before her in nightclub dance-guestures.
The two guards looked puzzledly at each other, perhaps to check if they were both experiencing the same 'hallucination'. They turned back as one to examine this strange visitation. The intruder was no more than two metres from them now.
The intruder flowed into an easy cartwheel, that took her the last couple of metres to land just before and between the two guards. As she flipped to upright once more, she extended both arms straight out, as though in a gymnastic display, striking both the white-bikinied women in the throat.
"Igggg!" "Gurrk!". The girl-guards both clasped their non-gun hands to their constricted throats. With easy, fluid motions, the assassin executed graceful, devastating high-kicks that took the two women up off their feet and laid them out side-by side on the floor. The black-clad ninjette dropped to her knees hard, landing between them and using the drop to power her fists into their bellies.
"OOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!" the brunette guard complained, her full lips forming a small 'o', as though puckering for a kiss, her big eyes full of unhappy surprise.
"UURRRHHHH!!" the blonde agreed, her own eyes screwing shut in pain.
Their sufferings gave the intruder time to grasp their wrists, and apply her thumbs to the base of theirs, forcing their hands open and allowing her to take the guns. The asian lowered the two guns, resting the serrated dart-points that projected from the muzzles upon the throats of the two guards. Feeling the cold pricking of the poisoned tips upon their wind-pipes the two women went very still, though their breathing became disordered and fast. The brunette bit her lower lip worriedly, the blonde emitted a loud, wet, fearful gulp, they both started hyper-ventilating.
"Mmmmmmm" the intruder said, enjoying having two such lovely creatures so completely at her mercy. "You shouldn't have let me approach so close. You should know that from basic training. The closer the threat gets, the less effective guns are. You should have known to fire well before I could reach you. The training is meant to save your life, and it might have had you employed it". She thrilled at the desperation that the implied threat bought to their big eyes. She bent and kissed their quivering lips, first the dark girl, then the blonde, and told them "Goodbye".
The two guards only had time to draw breath in twin gasps of panic, then came the sound of hyper-compressed air driving metal points into soft throats. Their eyes went very wide and they arched and writhed, mouths working though no sound came from their speared larynxes. Then they shuddered briefly, and sank back, relaxing into a lasting stillness.
Disgracefully, the I-pod trick worked twice. The next two guards were a glorious busty red-head, whose bikini barely contained her magnificence, and a dusky beauty with the looks of a mugal princess, and a supple, sinuous body. They both lay, panting with fear, the points of their own dart guns resting against their vulnerable throats.
"Ahhh.. it's too easy" the asian assassin complained. "I'll give you a chance to redeem yourselves in hand to hand combat". The threatening touch was gone from the guards throats, the intruder took some steps back, threw the guns well behind her, and raised her hands to the guard position, beckoning them to get up, and come and try their best.
The two guards flexed their backs and flipped up onto their feet in a move they'd been taught in combat training. The savage expression on their faces implied they were anything but grateful for being given this chance, the redhead going so far as to snarl between her clenched teeth. They came on hard, the dusky girl flipping a shapely leg up in a kick to the head while the red-head went low, dropping to the floor and sweeping a leg into the asians stance.
The asian intrudress leapt, the sweep passing under her, and the kick hitting her shoulder rather than her cheek. In the time it took her to come back down to earth though, the dark-skinned girl was already launching a kick with the other leg, and a dark instep smacked into the intruders cheek, snapping her head to one side.
The red-head exploited the advantage, still in a crouched position she punched forwards karate style ich-ni-san-SHI! Landing four good punches into their attackers belly.
"Uh! Ouf! Urg! Ukk!" the asian complained, even with her abs held tense, the powerful punches made her grimace, and though she didn't drop her guard, she wasn't able to do very much when the coffee-cream skinned guard span with athletic ease and smacked a foot across her face, imparting the spin to her, and sending her twirling to the floor.
The guards advanced, their beautiful faces alight with vicious anticipation. The asian pushed herself up on to all fours, and without looking around, thrust a leg out behind her as though doing yoga or warm-up exercises. Her heel slammed into the front of a white bikini bottom, and the brown-skinned guard was lifted off her feet, to land, squirming and clutching herself two yards from her takeoff point.
The asian threw all her weight forwards, into a roll that just took her out from under the red-heads descending axe-kick. She sprang to her feet, but met a round kick from the red-head that made her twirl on the spot like a dancer.
The red-heads victorious grin was wiped off her face however, as the asian girl came out of the spin, using it to power a back fist that smashed across the red-heads face, surprising her utterly. She fetched up hard against a wall, and the asian stepped behind her and punched her once in each kidney, making her scream and arch her back, placing her palms over the impact points. This position allowed the ninjette to step closer, swinging her fists up from behind the arched red-head, and striking home into two white-cupped mounds. The red-heads ample breasts were lifted and bought together, trapped between the asians hard fists, and she screamed again, loud enough you'd think to alert the whole base, but even such loud sounds were quickly smothered by the omnipresent background rumble.
The redhead turned, face angry and pained, and rammed back with an elbow before her tormentor could do any more. The asian took the elbow on the side of her jaw, snapping her head around and making her stagger. The redheaded peeled herself off the wall, and, turning, swung a haymaker hook punch and knocked the other womans head first one way, then the other. The asian barely kept her footing, looking panicked, and for a moment it looked like the red-head was about to win the day, but she swang another hooking punch, and the assassin reacted almost instinctively. Half seeing, half guessing that the red-head was repeating herself the asian struck out with one hand, jamming the palm into the crook of the red-heads hooking arm, stopping the punch as she flipped her other hand forwards, palm open, pointing down and held level and tense. The edge of the striking hand landed against the red-heads softly defined larynx.
"Ikkk!" exclaimed the guard, and her hands flew to her throat as her windpipe involuntarily constricted. She made gasping, opening and closing movements of her mouth, like a beached fish. She was wide open. The red-head was busty, and the intrudress knew just what she wanted to do. Stepping in close to her helpless opponent she began swinging short, nasty uppercuts into the white clad mounds. The red-heads big busts where sent into rapid motion, and the white bikini top could only hold them for a few seconds before they were bounced free, and the sound of hard fists smacking into soft, bare vulnerable flesh was just audible above the ever-present rumble. "Paf! Paf! Spaf! Paf! Spat! Spat! Paf!". The poor red-heads eyes grew wider and wider, but she couldn't even cry out in complaint as her big knockers bounced constantly up and down on the asians fists.
Chuckling with mean satisfaction the asian switched her target, pounding away at the red-heads undefended belly. The poor red-headed guard could do nothing but struggle to breathe, nursing her throat in both hands and looking more and more disbelieving at what was happening to her as the intrudress devastated her naked abdomen. The asians fists blurred so hummingbird fast in the air before her target that even she had no idea how many punches she got in, and the pityable red-head just stood there and took it as red impact marks bloomed across her bare belly. Only when the ninjette stopped pounding, to examine her handiwork with her hands on her hips, did it occur to the red-head to go down, still breathing only with great difficulty, her legs folded inwards and she knelt before her conqueror.
The dusky guard with the cream-coffee skin was up, and staggering to her compatriots aid. The asian stepped forward into the kneeling red-head, cruelly kicking her in the privates, and then, as the kneeling woman bent forwards, lifting the knee of that same kicking leg to slam it up under the red-heads jaw and flip her onto her back. The red head lay, arms outstretched at the asians feet, and the intrudress stepped forwards and stamped a heel into the red-heads bruised and battered belly, obtaining an agonized sound that proved the beaten woman's throat had de-constricted somewhat. With her foot on the red-heads black and blue belly the asian raised her guard, and beckoned the brown girl to come on.
The brown skinned girl launched into an acrobatic attack, a series of spinning crescent kicks, capoiera style. The asian stepped under them, bending low and trying to score a leg sweep, but her opponent lept artfully over it, as the asian came up, the guard scored a roundhouse to the side of the face that made the intrudress grimace unhappily. The guard followed up with a kick to the belly, making the intrudress double forward somewhat and grunt in pain. Convinced she was doing well, the brown-sugar guard used her flexiblity to throw up a front kick to the asians head, aiming to hit her under the jaw and lift her off her feet in what surely would have been a knock-out. The intruderess stepped to one side just enough to frustrate the kick, and grasped the guards slim bare ankle as it whizzed by her face, while swinging an arm out, hand held tense and palm down, so that it struck into a soft brown throat. The brown girls eyes went wide and she made a 'ukk!' sound, her tongue protruding in a strangely charming expression as she too felt her throat constrict under the impact of the asians knife-hand technique. The asian swang her leg, reaping the guards remaining foot out from under her, and the guard fell, still with one long brown leg in the asians grasp, landing heavily on her back. The intrudress stamped on the other womans chest, adjusted her position to get a clear shot of her next target, and then punched down along the line of the guards upraised leg, ramming her fist down into white bikini briefs.
"NNnnaaaii!!" wailed the brown guard. The intrudress let the leg drop, stepped to stand over the fallen guard, and lept, reaching behind herself in mid air and grasping her own ankles, pulling them back and up as she feel, so that her knees were pointing as she landed them into the other womans stomach.
"BOOORRFFF!!" went the guard, her eyes showing disbelief that anything could hurt this much as her head lifted was from the floor by an instinctive attempt to fold into a ball. With the intrudress kneeling atop her, she couldn't achieve this, but raising her head and upper body allowed the intrudress to swing punches into the sides of her jaw, knocking it left, then right, then left then right. Eventually, dazed and hurt, the brown guard slumped back to the floor. The assassin swung punches down into two triangles of white material, punishing her breasts, left, right, left, right, left, right, before lunging forwards in a double punch that speared both of them with her knuckles.
The brown guard lay gasping as the weight of the other woman left her belly. It returned in the form of a bare foot pressing down on her throat, cutting off her breath.
"You have both clearly neglected to maintain your skill levels" the asian told the two prone women severely. "You're slow, your technique is off, you don't hit as hard as you should. It's standard procedure for all women in the organization to spar regularly to maintain their skills, with a twice-monthly tournament to show up any back-sliders. I don't think you've been sticking to the handbook though. I think you've all gotten slack and lazy in this cosy little undersea hideaway. There's no place for such excess baggage in the sisterhood. Now, get up, and at least show you've got enough honor to die on your feet".
The two women staggered obediently to their feet, and threw themselves bravely into the attack, but it was hopeless. The intrudress easily blocked their slow and tired punches and kicks, before executing a graceful move that showed off her control of balance, kicking the red-head in the belly, while simultaneously spearing her fingers into the brown girls throat. Using the same leg she had just kicked with, she stood the red-head on tip-toe with a high kick, and swang her arm down and up in a ridge-hand strike into the brown girls white briefs. As the brown girl doubled up, the ninjette span, smacking the red-head across the face with a crescent kick, and spinning her to the wall, where she landed, back to the wall, panting.
The asian grasped a slim brown arm and span, using the dark girl as a hammer that thudded into the red-head, squashing her against the wall.
The asian stepped up and commenced giving the dusky girl the same kind of belly pounding that she'd so lately subjected the red-head to. Even the red-head groaned under the impacts, and she had the brown girl acting as a cushion and shield before her. The brown girls sufferings were terrible, and she howled and groaned under the barrage, eventually gasping a few imploring words with what little breath was left her, begging the asian to just kill her and be done with it. Tears began to roll over her high cheeks.
The intrudress backfisted her across the face, and she rolled off her compatriot to wind up with her own back pressed against the wall. Now the red-head was unveiled for further punishment, and the asian rammed a knee into her already battered belly. The red-head folded, but a rising elbow strike threw her back up, bouncing her head against the wall. The asian swung a kick up to her side, hitting the brown girl under the jaw and similarly rattling her brains. She put three uppercuts into the red-heads jaw, bouncing her head off the wall each time and looking for the slack and glazed expression that would confirm the red-head was almost out on her feet.
Both the guards began to slide down the wall. The asian cupped their jaws in each hand, arresting their falls, and bought her hands together with all her strength. There was a sickening thud as the women's skulls clashed together, and they both let out a feeble cry. Grinning ferociously at this cruel entertainment the asian girl did it again, and again, and again, bashing the other women's heads together until their faces were slack and their eyes glazed. She released them stepping forwards and simultaneously punching them both in the belly, and they fell forwards into her waiting arms.
The two guards sagged against the invading ninjette, their faces slack and eyes glazed, the dark girl was even a little cross eyed. The asian woman let them rest their chins on her shoulders, and stroked her hands through their hair. They were completely hers, she could do anything to them now. She nuzzeled her face into fragrant tresses of red and brown hair, stroking her hands down their backs, then around to the front. She cupped bruised breasts in her palms, particularily enjoying the heft of the red-heads mighty boobs that now hung clean out of her inadequate bikini top. Oh, the things she would love to do with these beautiful, helpless bodies. Her hands slid further down, disappearing into white bikini panties. Even in their barely semi-concious state, the two defeated guards began to respond to the touch of her quick fingers upon their clits and labia, their breath becoming fast and disordered, gusting ticklingly over the assassins bare back. But, the assassin reminded herself, there was work to do. At any moment someone might stumble across the trail of bodies she was leaving in her wake, and raise the alarm. She took her hands out, slid them caressingly over firm round buttocks, down soft thighs, and finally to where their weapons holsters were strapped. The brunette was left-handed, and wore her knife on the other side to the red-head, so it was perfectly set up.
"Why did you not think to use these?" the asian mused as she yanked the knives from their thigh-holsters. She gave the two women a slight shove, pushing them off her shoulders. They wobbled for a moment, slack and held up purely by the momentum of the push, and then fell forwards, straight onto the two knives swinging up from below.
Cold steel sank deep and accurate into two belly buttons. That woke the two dazed guards up.
"WWWOOOUURRGGHHH!!!" sang the big-busted red-head as cruelly serrated cold steel punched deep into her belly.
"UUUUURRRRHHHHH!!" went the dark-skinned guard in a higher pitched counterpoint. Something hot and wet spurted over the asians hands. The guards sank to their knees, holding the knife-handles projecting from their bellies. Their killer ran her hands through their hair before cupping their jaws once more, and lifting each despairing face up so she could revel in their suffering expressions. She bent over first one, then the other, her lips moving softly and wetly against theirs. Hers would be the last kiss either of them would experience. Finally she said "I should leave you to a slow, painful death. You have been negligent in your training and your duties". The assassin grasped a supple throat in each hand, so that the heel of her palm rested to one side of the windpipe, and her fingers on the other. "However, as I'm such a soft-hearted, kindly soul" she lied "I shall be merciful, and speed you on your way". The elegant hands suddenly gripped with an almost inhuman strength.
The defeated guards made weak choking sounds, and the cruel ninjette reveled in the sensation of their wind-pipes trapped in her clasp, neck muscles straining to escape, small adams-apples bobbing in the palms of her hands, the defenseless pulse of life under her fingers. All the sensation of having their lives literally in the palms of her hands. The training she'd undergone meant she could easily crush apples in her hands, and she squeezed the life from her two kneeling victims with just as much ease.
Eventually the two kneeling women went slack, the dark girl departing first, her eyelids fluttering impossibly fast in some strange dying reflex. The assassinette felt the pulse beating against her left palm falter, and go still. The red head was mouthing weakly, either trying to form words, or attempting to take mouthfuls of air, as though it had the solidity of ice-cream and had to be pulled into ones mouth. Her eyelids hung half closed, her mouth became slack, motionless. One last throb of life against the asians grip, and the red-head went still.
The asian held them like that for a while, maintaining her grip, ensuring there was no chance of recovery, and then dropped them, letting them slump onto the floor before her, and went in search of her next prey.
The two women in the room wore white lab-coats, but you had to wonder how much protection those might give them, given that they were unbuttoned, wide open, and underneath there were only white bikini's, with plenty of soft, tanned flesh on display that could get splashed with toxins or acid or who knows what. One was blonde, one had night black hair, both wore it tied back in a pony tail, both looked slightly nordic. But when one of them spoke.. it was Russian that came out.
The intrudress smiled grimly. Cheap Russian talent, 'talent' in more ways than one. A knowledge of nuclear physics was probably not much of an earner back home these days, and while either of these women could have made fast and easy money as one or another type of exotic erotic dancer, this job must be providing them wealth beyond their wildest dreams. A lot of it probably being sent back to family back home. A shame really. But then, you had to consider what they were involved in. Truth was that, as a paid assassin, the watching asian had little concern for families back home, the morality of their work, or any human concerns. They were simply her next targets.
"Vasilyia.. these temperature readings, don't they worry you?" the blonde one said, leafing through print-outs.
"Not especially" replied the other who had her back to the intruders position and was doing something at a computer terminal.
"They just keep rising. It could be building up to a run-away criticality".
"It varies over time" Vasilyia observed "It's been bubbling away down here for millenia, sometimes hotter, sometimes cooler. Why would it blow it's stack now? What are the odds?". Her lack of concern might have been inspired by the fact that she was playing tetris on the supposedly locked down and tightly controlled central computer.
"Maybe we've disturbed something? No one really understands this thing. It's the fast-breeder cousin of Oklo, officially it's impossible".
The colored bricks reached the top of the screen, annoying the dark-haired one. "Ksynia darling, stop clucking" she snapped, "I'm trying to program here. If you want something to worry about, worry about where the produce goes, and what it might be used for hmm?".
Ksynia's mouth tightened. "Let's not start that again. We both need the money".
"Well then" Valsylia said, starting a new game "Dearest, for gods sake, find something useful to do. There's nothing to worry about".
"Oh.. but there is something to be worried about" a third voice cut in.
The two women looked up quizzically. The asian sashayed into the room. She cast an appraising glance over the impressive legs on display, noting them bare of holsters, bare of anything in fact. "Isn't it standard protocol for all personnel to carry side-arms?" she asked.
"Um.. we've got guards" the blonde pointed out.
"Not any more. They're all dead" the intruder announced, grinning as she let the news sink in.
The two scientist babes stood, looking uncertainally to each other for direction. The asian invader gave them the lead, raising her hands into a fighting guard and saying "Time you joined them".
"Wh-wh-why don't you just.. take what you want, and go?" asked the blonde, Kysina, tremorously.
"Because" said Valsylia, answering for the intruder "she's one of us. This is a security audit. I've heard of such things". Keeping her eyes on the intruder, she started moving away and around, seeking a positional advantage. The intruder didn't follow her movements, she just kept her eyes in neutral, facing in a direction that let her see them both in her periferal vision.
"But.. but we're not security!" protested Kysina "It's not our fault!".
"In our organization, everyone is security" the assassin said coldly. "You've had the rules drummed into you in basic training".
"Come on Ksynia" Valsylia said, with more optimism than she felt. "there's two of us". Kysnia raised clenched fists and turned her body, facing the intruder karate-style, but her eyes kept ficking over to Valsylia for instruction. It was clear to the intrudress where the major threat lay.
The two Russian women moved away from each other, seeking to come at the intruder from opposite sides. It was, as expected, Valsylia who struck first, whipping up a long bare leg. The asian woman wove easily under it, but Valsylia was already making her next attack, a vicious thrust kick to the intruders knee, aiming to break the leg. The intrudress crouched, taking a bruising impact on thigh instead, and struck out with a fist. It rammed home into Valsylia's bare belly, making her go "Orrrfff!" and fold, but it was the intrudress who cried out next "Nierrghh!" as Kysina lunged forwards, at her back, and landed two fists similutanously into her kidneys.
The intruderess swung a fist behind her, stepping back and twisting her weight to let it carry through to her second assailant, but Kysnia was faster than expected, and wove under the strike. Arms came up under the intruderesses biceps, and Ksynia locked her hands behind the asians neck, trapping her arms in a Full Nelson hold.
Seeing that Kysina had the struggling assassin held with her arms neutralised, Valsylia pounced forward for some payback, pounding her fists into the asian womans bare belly, twisting her hips this way and that to generate power for the punches. Her fists met with a wall of tensed muscle, but Valsylia did practice on punchbags regularly, and the intrudresses face betrayed that the Russian was scoring some good hits, her delicate eyes squeezing shut and her lips pulling back as she went "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Urrggh!!". Kysina giggled wickedly in her ear, calling for her college to land one between the intrudreses legs.
Valsylia complied with the request, punching hard into the black trunks the intrudress wore. The asian screamed in pain and outrage, and the attack seemed to galvanize her to action. Even held as she was, she kicked forwards powerfully, the ball of her foot sinking into Valsylia's belly. Not expecting such a counterattack, Valsylia wasn't holding her abs taut, and her cry of "BBOORRGGGHH!!" was particularly loud. She doubled up holding her belly, her face an image of torment. Kysina was unable to come up with any appropriate action as the intruderess lurched forwards, dragging Kysina with her and gaining sufficient distance to ram a knee up into Valsylia's jaw. Valsylia's head was knocked back, and she made a pained sound, taking a step back which put her back into kicking range. Ksynia had no idea what to do, for the hold she had on the asian locked up her own arms too, and she was in a poor position to use her legs. She could only watch as, using only her legs, the assassin gave Valsylia a cruel and thorough working over. Once again a foot drove into Valsylia's belly, causing an agonized groan from the bikini-clad scientist, and folding her forwards once more. Wham! A foot slammed up into white bikini breifs. "Nuurrk!" complained Valsylia, clasping herself. A kick to the jaw stood her upright. Another made her stagger a step back. The third lifted her off her feet, and Valsylia landed with a terrible smack on the tiled floor, and lay there, arms and legs spread, and unmoving.
Kysina finally hit upon the idea of driving an knee into the intruderesses leg, making her cry out, and the leg give under the impact, folding at the knee. However, Kysina had acted too late, before she could do the same to the other leg and force the asian down onto her knees, the asian thrust her firm ass back with all the power she could produce, ramming it into Kysina's belly and forcing the blonde to bend forwards, practically lifting Kysina onto her back. The intrudress followed up by jerking her head back, and both women cried out as their skulls clashed, not the result that the intrudress had been looking for, she'd been hoping to score a hit in the face, but Kysina's grip had weakened. The intrudress stamped down on an instep, gaining a satisfying howl of pain from the blonde, and then turned her body, striking back with an elbow to the face, one of the few moves she could make from Kysina's loosening Full Nelson. The hold prevented the asian assassin from achieving decent power, but an elbow in the mouth was enough to cause Kysina to turn her head, crying out and all but releasing her hold.
Breaking free of the blondes grip, the intrudress struck down and back with an elbow, ramming it into another soft belly. "UUURRGGKK!!" complained Kysina, dropping her hands to clutch her stomach. The intrudress bought her arm forward, and pumped it back again, enjoying the feel of her elbow sinking into Kysina's left boob, making the poor blonde wail. The black-bikinied assassin grabbed an arm, yanked it over her shoulder, and drove a hip into Kysina's middle, lifting her off her feet and carrying her into a throw.
Valsylia had opened her eyes, and lifted her aching head just in time to see Kysinia's behind descending towards her. The blonde was smashed down onto the prone brunette like a hammer. Both women had the breath driven out of them in a simultaneous "Wwhoooff!". They lay groaning. The intrudress went into a gracefull cartwheel, onto her hands, and then landing hard with both feet in poor Kysina's belly.
"WWWOOOUURRRGGHH!!" complained Kysina, looking more astounded than anything else by the explosion of pain in her guts.
"UUrrffff!" went Valsylia, trapped below the blonde, but for once not getting the worst of it.
The black-clad assassinette stood with her arms folded and waited for the downed women to recover. Kysina rolled onto her knees, clutching her belly with both hands, her expression hidden by a fall of soft blonde hair, frustrating the intruderess, who loved the sight of beauty suffering more than anything.
She had Valsylia's expression to make up for it though. Valsylia too had a hand clasped above her bikini line, she had rolled onto her side, and was panting with a pained and sick expression on her face. The intrudress thought she looked gorgeous.
"Come on, up" commanded the cruel, beautiful assassin. "Round two".
Valsylia was first on her feet. "I.. it's my fault" she confessed "I'm her superior. If we've not fulfilled our duties, it's me. Kysina's not to blame. Let her go".
"Don't give me that" sneered the intruderess. "You work as equals".
"Please let her go".
"If you want her to live, you'll have to try harder to kill me".
Ksynia was on her feet too now. "We go or stay together" she snarled bravely, though her eyes were reddened and there were tear-tracks on her face.
The scientists attacked again, but things went poorly for them now they were hurt. Valsylia was folded by another belly-kick, each fresh one hurting her more than the last. For some moments then, Kysina had to fight the intrudress alone, and the cruel asian found her a delightful plaything. The blonde launched a roundhouse kick to the ribs, which the asian not only blocked, but caught, trapping the long shapely leg between an arm and her side. Up on one leg, with her legs open, Kysina was uniquely vulnerable, and the intrudress stepped forwards and powered a cruel punch into her white-clad pussy. The blondes scream was cut short by the next punch driving up into her belly. She folded into the assassins cruel embrace. The intrudress took a moment to check Valsylia, who was still folded, clutching her aching belly, making agonized noises through her gritted teeth. The intruderess kicked back, landing a blow into the side of Valsylia's head that sent her too the floor. Now, for a time, she could play with lovely blonde Kysina without fear of interruption.
"Booff! Burrggh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Ohh! Ohhh!! Ohh! Ohh! UUURRGGHH!!" went Kysina as she took two belly punches, a brace of punches to the tits, and finally a rising knee into the belly. The intrudress watched the play of expression across the blondes face with blatent enjoyment as the punishing blows went into Kysina's lovely, soft body. She lent forwards and kissed the suffering blonde deeply and passionately, putting a punch into Kysina's belly even as their mouths were joined, so that Kysina's breath was driven into the intruderess, and the blondes suffering groan was swallowed with it. Releasing the blondes mouth, the intrudress hit her with an uppercut to the jaw. Kysina fell back, and spawled across a desk, knocking a computer terminal from it, sending it crashing to the floor. She lay spread out on the long desk, her head hanging off one end of it, her legs off the other.
The intruderess turned, sweeping an arm down in a block a kick that she seemed to know was coming by psychic means. Valsylia looked utterly miserable as her kick was knocked away, and with good reason as the intrudresses fists, feet and elbows started hitting home into her most vulnerable parts. Like Kysina before her, she was soon emitting a litany of complaint "Ugh! Oh! Ahh! Urggk! Owwww! Naaiie! Uh! Uh! Uh! Ugh! Uh!"
A cycle of belly punches had the black clad russian bowing to the assassin, who slammed an elbow into the side of her head, and then a hook punch into the other side, turning her body to put power behind it. Valsylia barely stayed on her feet, her eyes were glazed and unfocussed, and her head lolled about drunkenly.
The assassin grabbed the other womans chin, dragging her around to have her back to the same table that Kysina was stretched out on. She pulled back her hand for a big punch. Poor Valsylia could only hang in the other womans grasp and watch it coming. The punch threw her back, and she was laid out on the table next to the blonde.
The two lovely scientists lay stretched out on the desk, arms and particularly legs wide open. The asian-babe assassin stepped forwards, and punched down hard with both fists, burying them each into a white bikini-bottom. The beaten women only groaned weakly, they had not the strength left for anything else. The assassin lent over the table and pummled her favourite targets, bellies, her fists blurring as they pumped up and down on either side.
The two lab-coat clad women could only lie and suffer as they were mercilessly punished for the failings, hard fists ramming home into their undefended bellies with the speed and power of a machine. Their bodies shook and tried to curl up, but all they could do was lift their heads from the table and give the intrudress a perfect view of their agonized faces.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Ugh! Ugh! Off! Ouk! Ork! Uh! Uh! Urgh! Ugh! Uh!" suffered Valsynia.
"Oh! Uh! Ugh! Orf! Ouf! Uh! Uh! Urgh! Nurgh! Borf! Ugh! Uh! Ugh!" went Kysnia in counterpoint.
Eventually the asian assassin stepped away from them, and stood with her hands on her hips, surveying the mass of bruising she had inflicted upon their bare bellies. The two helpless, beaten, brainy beauties lay, clutching their bellies and squirming weekly, making small agonized sounds. Kysina was sobbing softly.
"Had you followed protocol, and carried your firearms" the asian said sternly "you could probably have shot me down when I walked in, and it would never have come to this".
The asian grasped the golden pony-tail in one hand, and the black one in the other, and peeled the helpless women off the desk. The two scientists hung limply by their hair. She let them drop to their knees and used these handles to bring the two womens slack, glazed-eyed faces close together.
"Say goodbye" she invited coldly.
The two beaten women looked dully into each others half-lidded eyes for a moment, and then they tilted their heads, and their mouths met in a last soft, lingering kiss. When their lips parted, Vasilyia had to watch as the asian bought both hard-edged hands down in a chopping blow to each side of Ksynia's throat, stopping the flow of life to her brain. Something flared briefly in Ksynia's heavy-lidded eyes, and then faded out. She slumped lifeless to the floor.
Vasilyia closed her eyes as tears leaked out of them. She put up no resistance as her chin was grasped and lifted to expose the arteries. Her chin was released and twin impacts exploded on the sides of her neck. She fell limp across the body of her college and lover.
The automatic door slid open with a gentle 'swoosh', and the intruder stepped into the command room, dragging the bodies of the blonde and black-haired scientist babes after her by their pony tails. She dumped them one atop the other in the center of the room, with the blonde on top, and posed with her foot on the blonde's chest. The commandress went pale, the two lovely brainy women looked like they could be sleeping peacefully, but from their unnatural stillness, and the extensive patterns of bruises tanning their bodies, it was obvious they were dead.
"You've been penetrated" the victorious asian beauty told her.
"Which, I'm afraid.." the mysterious blonde visitor told her, keeping her gun steadily on the unfortunate woman, "is a polite way of saying, 'You're fucked'".
"Okay.. there were errors. I didn't think we had to worry too much about external security. I can get that fixed" the commandress said, speaking so fast as to be almost unintelligible.
"You've failed to maintain a decent level of security in this installation" the blonde visitor pointed out firmly "You know that this organization does not tolerate failure".
"But.. but I would have blown the base" The commandress insisted, nodding towards the big red button "there'd be no evidence left".
"Try it" the lethal asian invited.
"Remarkable how you count the loss of this expensive installation as a success. I'm afraid that's not good enough. You might as well try it you know, better to go out fighting, after all".
The commandress got up from her chair and moved to square off with the asian. But then she span on her heel, whipping the gun from her holster, levelling it at the blonde. There were two simultaneous 'Phhutt!' sounds.
"Urrff!" exclaimed the commandress. She looked down at where the shaft of a harpoon-dart projected from her punctured belly button. She slumpped to her knees, but, looking across the room, she saw something that bought a satisfied smile to her face, even as she pitched over onto her side, and the tremors began.
The blonde 'visitor' knew something was awry, she looked down at herself. One side of the open wetsuit top had dropped away as she'd taken aim, and now the tail end of a mini-harpoon projected from a firm breast, right in the pink nipple, like the commandress had scored a bullseye on a dartboard of flesh. "Oh" said the visitor, understanding. She too dropped to her knees.
The asian assassin ran to her superior officer, scooping the blonde up in her arms. "Oh no" she protested "Not you. Not like this". She was overcome with emotion, kissing the dying womans face, and gasping in a strangled voice "I.. I.. I always..".
"I know.." gasped the blonde painfully, shuddering as the toxins started their work.
".. I always wanted.." blubbed the assassin, swiftly overcome with emotion and openly crying.
"I always knew" sighed the blonde soothingly, using the last of her strength to stroke the long black hair that tumbled from the assassins head, and tickled her bared skin.
"I.. I always wanted.. to be the one.. who killed you" blurted the assassin, tears streaming down her face.
The blonde shuddered and went still. Her face slackened and her expression became more peaceful, though it still bore the traces of a final, incredulous "What?!".
The assassin, the last living woman in the installation, hugged the dead blonde too her, rocking her like a sleeping child, kissing her face and stroking her hair. It didn't take her long to overcome her greif though. Eventually she gently laid her superior down, rose, and still sniffing, went to inspect the status displays for the base. None of the symbols and status bars and dials meant anything to her, the blonde was the technical half of the team. But none of them were showing red, so hopefully everything would be okay until the replacement team arrived in an hour or so.
Wiping her eyes, she suveyed the carnage around her. She had a responsiblity to the organization. She had work to do. She had to get the bodies down to the sub-bay. Something had to be done to ensure that the next team took their work more seriously than this one. What better method than ensuring that the first thing they saw when they stepped off the sub, was the piled bodies of those they were replacing?
If that didn't get the message across, what could?
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