Weeks passed, the Invincible and the rest of the flotilla making sure there was no further trouble on planet. The carried out random drops, Ginger and India one nine enjoying themselves popping up un announced in unusual places, reminding everyone the T-fed machine could reach out and touch them with impunity.
Regular sessions with the ship psychologist help Ginger put her mind to rest, slowly she emerged from her shell again, this time she was ready.
Ginger grinned at Mack as they crawled forward. Stealthily India one nine slipped past the sentries posted at the planetary Special Forces camp they were on exercise with.
Ginger wondered if they were about to get ambushed as they moved deeper into the camp, moving slowly they approached several trucks.
She and Mack moved like ghosts along the line, placing boxes with boom written on them in big red letters.
Ginger struggled to contain a giggle when she met back up with Mack, he shook his head smiling.
Deeper in the camp, Alphabet and Ronan were busy placing similar boxes on anything useful they could find.
Passing the trucks, they looked for something to do in the tents pitched for the soldiers, snoring filling the cool night air as the Pathfinders moved about unchallenged. Taking cable ties, they silently closed as many doors as they could.
Crawling further away intending to meet back up with the others Ginger stopped Mack, they watched as a soldier left one of the tents they'd not had time to seal they watched as he sat on a box and dropped his pants. Ginger put her hand over her mouth as he began to jerk off, Mack rocking silently as the soldier pleasured himself.
Ginger indicated that Mack should be quiet as she crawled forward. The soldier oblivious to anything as he groaned pleasuring himself. His feet drew back his boots inches from Ginger. She bit her lip hard reaching out to unlace his boot, attaching a length of cord to them, quickly she attached the cord to the other boot.
Kneeling up behind the guy as he jerked off faster now Ginger drew her combat knife and waited. Suddenly he groaned loudly, shooting his cum across the floor. Taking her opportunity Ginger reached round pressing the blunt side of the knife against his throat.
"Shhh now lover boy," she whispered in his ear.
He gasped, his eyes snapping open. Ginger clamped her hand over his open mouth.
"Be a good boy now, hands out in front of you," she whispered sliding the blunt side of the knife over his exposed throat.
The man put his hands out in front of him as Ginger grinned. She felt the man swallow his Adams apple moving the cold steel knife.
"Good, now open your mouth, make a noise and I will fucking hurt you," she threatened in a hushed voice.
The man opened his mouth, Ginger stuffed a piece of cloth in his mouth and secured it with duct tape. Looking round she could just make Mack out shaking his head. Grinning, she tied the guy down to the crate weaving the cord around his limbs.
Moving round to face him she scraped the knife down his face "I hope that was as good for you as it was for me," she grinned. Unable to stop herself she kissed him on the cheek, leaving a camouflage lipstick kiss. She barely contained herself as he slipped back into the shadows.
"You could a pulled up his pants," Mack giggled softly. Ginger shrugged as they crossed the ground away from the camp, watching the sentries patrol till they found the gap they needed.
India one nine met up at the observation post, Ginger giggling silently as they slid into the hide. Mack shaking his head.
"You guys have fun?" Ronan asked softly grinning.
"Oh, fuck we gotta watch this shit," Mack said.
They drank coffee from a flask as they waited, sure that the smell of the coffee wouldn't wake the 'enemy' camp.
Just before dawn the camp came alive, guys struggled to get out of the locked tents, India one nine laughing as several tents collapsed, eventually the soldiers got themselves together. They watched as people found the fake bombs one by one.
In the morning gloom Ginger laughed seeing India one nine chalked on the command post tent, the commanding officer shouting.
They all burst out laughing as they saw the man Ginger tied up being discovered, still bound and gagged.
More shouting filled the air as the senior members tried to get patrols going, hoping to catch the Pathfinders who'd been in the camp.
"OK time to go," Ronan said as the patrols started to leave the camp.
***
"Oh man, I am so gonna get some pussy tonight," Alphabet announced confidently as he checked his appearance again in the mirror, India one nine having the night off.
"Yeah, a lot of them blind?" Ginger asked sarcastically pulling her camo London Jets cap on over her wig, adjusting the fit of the jump suit Gian had given her, running her hand over her curves she suddenly felt far more feminine than she had in ages.
"Fuck you Princess," Alphabet laughed combing his short hair again.
"Yeah, Alphabet like's 'em deaf too, he's charming then," Mack said throwing a towel at him.
"Just cos your too old to get any," Alphabet said.
"I do just fine," Mack laughed.
Ginger smiled as the rest of her team mates finished preparing themselves for a welcome night out.
"Fuck me," Alphabet said when Ginger faced them.
"What?" she asked uncertainly.
"I've never seen you with hair, it's weird," he said.
"I've seen far too much of your fucking hair," Ginger said.
"What shit for brains means is, you look nice," Mack said with a sigh.
"Thanks Mack," Ginger said grinning ruefully.
"Shit, that's different," Ronan said coming back from the showers.
"You guys really are fucking charming, she is a girl after all," Mack said adjusting his shirt.
"Yeah, but you know, it's Ginger and ya know," Alphabet said.
"Eloquent," Ginger laughed, "those girls are gonna be so impressed with smooth talk like that."
"Fuck off," Alphabet said smiling.
"Snappy comeback," Mack laughed as they left the bay heading for the bar in town.
***
The bar was jumping by the time the patrol arrived.
"Fuck, it's a sausage fest in here," Alphabet moaned.
"Target rich environment, if you ask me," Ginger laughed heading for the bar.
"We're not doing whiskey chasers," Mack called after her.
"Don't be such an old woman," Alphabet said slapping him on the shoulder as he followed Ginger to the bar.
"India one nine!" Ginger yelled toasting the others with the whiskey shots she'd ordered with the beers.
The patrol toasted and drank them.
"Fuck, this is going to be a hell of a night," Mack said sipping his beer.
"I hope so," Ronan said.
The drinks flowed, and the music was pumping, before she could stop herself Megan had dragged her off dancing, Ginger laughing as they blew off steam.
She glanced over her shoulders when strong hands gripped her hips, relieved to see it wasn't one of the Marines she let him dance with her. Megan smiling as one of the locals started to dance with her.
Feeling him press against her ass Ginger ground back on him, he was defiantly cute, from the glimpses she caught of him when she glanced over her shoulder.
He got bolder grinding his erection into her ass, Ginger leaning back against him, casually she wondered if Alphabet and the others were getting lucky too.
