My name is Marcus. I am a mercenary commander, a leader of a band of misfits, outsiders, and those who does not belong to the normal world. From a rugged untried professionals, my regiment became the most feared, and effective mercenary units in the world. It is not the size of the organization that matters. It was the equipment, quality of men, training, experience, discipline, and sheer will power that have allowed my mercenary regiment to rise up in its current status. It has been three months since the victory over the Ankarian Desert of the Middle East, CNN and other news agencies have reported the miraculous battle, where a single regiment defeated a corp. of 4 divisions from the enemy's side. Though half of the regiment did not make it back, it was a victory that allowed sides. My clients and their foe to bargain for a peace treaty and soon a cease fire have been agreed upon.
I opted to relax and get away from the frontlines, for two weeks I decided to stay in Richmond Virginia, to have a little R and R. For two days I have visited the sights of the city and dined in their famous restaurants. Weariness and boredom overcomes me after a mere two days.
I opted to relax and get away from the frontlines, for two weeks I decided to stay in Richmond Virginia, to have a little R and R. For two days I have visited the sights of the city and dined in their famous restaurants. Weariness and boredom overcomes me after a mere two days.
The third day I got up and droved towards a K-Mart, I thought to myself that maybe I should buy a few new clothes. After deciding what clothes to purchase, I have lined up behind a young blonde woman, she turned and I smiled. In return she smiled the cutest smile one can ever imagine or is it just me being stuck in a desert war for nearly a year.
After paying for the clothes he walked out of the K-Mart store, it was broad daylight and yet something unbelievable happened. Five gang members with their baggy clothes ran, bumping onto the young woman I have met earlier. Immediately I ran to help her, one of the gang members caught her purse, the other her shopping bags.
"Hey," I yelled at the gang members jumping onto the hood of a car and leaping towards the closest gang member with the purse in his hand.
The gang members turned their head towards me as I dropped the closest gang member with a flying side kick at the neck. As soon that my foot touched the ground, I grabbed the nearest gang member's shirt by the chest, then in turn he pulled out his pistol. Before he could aim the pistol, I power punched the gang member's solar plexus, breaking ribs, sternum, and sending splintered bones towards the punk's heart. The third gang member started to run towards me, side stepping to the left, I cracked the punk's neck with a ridge hand strike sending the gang member to the concrete floor. The fourth and fifth gang members ran away dropping the stolen shopping bags. I walked towards the young woman and helped her up.
"Are you alright," I asked her.
"I think so," she replied dusting herself, "wow you just took them all out."
"Thanks now I'm out of here before the cops arrive."
"Wait up mister," she called out, "Why not have a cup of coffee with me."
I thought about her offer and decided to agree.
"Alright," I replied.
"Just follow me with your car ok," she beamed at me gathering her stuff and walking briskly to her car.
I got onto my rental car, turned on the ignition, and followed her to a café. Parking the vehicle, I got off and walked towards the entrance. Entering the café I saw her sitting by the side away from the people, I made my way towards her and sat down in front of her.
"Thanks for the invite," I have said to her.
"What do you want to have?"
The question stirred something in his mind. He wanted to say I want to have you but remained calm not to state the obvious.
"Mocha will be fine," I replied.
She ordered our drinks and two muffins. We started to talk mostly about her. She is an analyst working with the pentagon. Though she is young it is her brilliance that got her hired. I did not talk much about myself.
"My name is Elizabeth McKenna," she introduced herself.
"I'm Marcus Dangal," I replied.
"I know who you are Marc," she said to me.
"Excuse me?" My eyebrow lifted up startled that I am known by this young woman.
"Oh come on Colonel Marc the Black Cat," she said giggling knowing that I was surprised by her, "Everyone who knows and follows the news of the desert war will recognize your face, your name, and the things you have done. An Asian mercenary who used to be a well decorated officer of the Panther Regiment, a Asian counter-insurgency, anti-guerilla, anti-terrorism, jungle fighting, strike regiment."
She offered a beautiful smile while her eyes met mine, her hand touches mine over the coffee table, brushing it with the young woman's smooth, and silk like hand.
"I would never thought of meeting a legend such as you Marc the Black Cat," Elizabeth whispered. "I thought men of your caliber can only be found in fairy tales and the legends of old. But then again legends have substantial truth to them, specially in Asia"
"You flatter me Liz," I replied holding her hand. "Anyone who loved their calling in life will do what my Rim-Cats and I have done. It is they that have turned the tide and it is the greatest honor of my life to command such gallant men."
"I can imagine."
She moved closer to me and our lips brushed and a tingling spark of sweetness was felt between the two of us. I kissed her deeply with a passion that rivals that of a prized fighter, she moaned a bit from the kiss as I broke away staring deep into her crystal blue eyes.
"Are you tired Marc?" she asked. "My place is not far from here, we can rest there."
"Alright let us go to your place," I replied knowing what she is wanting.
I paid for the coffee we had and exited the café hand in hand. We walked the three blocks to her apartment and entered the building, as we stopped by the elevator she pushed the button that will call the elevator towards the ground floor. There was a loud ping that announced the elevator's arrival, opening its automated door, the two of us entered.
"I lived on the top floor," she said to me.
I nodded my head as our eyes met once again, my hands wrapped around her waist and her back bringing her closer to me. My lips found hers kissing her passionately, she moaned from the kiss as she pressed her body onto mine. I can feel the wetness between her thighs, knowing how excited she is from this, my hand glides towards her bottom, spreading her legs a little, my hand clasp between her damp thighs. She gasped from the sensible touch as the elevator's lighted the floors it passed by waiting for the last floor to be reached.
"Oh Marc," she whimpered in pleasure breaking the kiss to say those words as my hand glides back and forth on the center of her thighs.
