Jimmy was on his way back from his second deployment in Iraq. It had been a very tense and stressful deployment. Many of the Marines in his special operations unit had been wounded, but luckily none had been killed. Sitting in the plane on the long flight to Germany for gear turn-in and change out, he was reflecting on the time spent reading the minds of the people in Iraq. Jimmy had listened to thoughts without interfering, just listening for problems that might come up. He had also taken control of people, and made them act according to his wishes. He had prevented many IED's from being detonated. He had made suicide bombers detonate their vests early, in relatively safe locations. He had even intervened in the rape of a young woman.
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Six weeks earlier
"Zulu three, this is actual, over."
"Actual, three. Go."
"We have several locals fitting the profile enter a house in your area. Looks suspicious. Check it out. Location being transmitted to you now."
"Roger Actual. Three copies"
"Zulu actual, out"
Jimmy and his spotter for the day were sitting on a rooftop in one of the nastier slums in Baghdad. They were located on top of the tallest building in the neighborhood, since it offered them an unobstructed view of the slums known for producing many of the young men who were willing to fight and die for just a few dollars. The situation in Baghdad was not as dismal as the newscasters liked to make it out to be. Still, the desperation of the unemployed masses located in these slums made it very easy for the true bad guys to recruit young men for dangerous attacks against the Marines, the Green Zone and even each other. Spats of in-fighting between the leadership of the local terrorist cells were fairly common. It bothered no one if the terrorists wanted to kill each other, yet the fighting always spilled into the streets and managed to kill the innocents.
"Mike, you get those coordinates from the skipper?"
"Yep, it's three blocks to the west. We should be able to see the corner of the building from here...... Yep, got it."
Jimmy's spotter, Cpl Jackson was looking through a very high powered spotting scope setup on a small tripod. He was able to see the corner of the building, including the side entrance. There was a small group of young men sitting outside in the ally way smoking and talking.
"Jimbo, It looks like there might be a party going on in there. Take a gander man."
Jimmy took a look through his spotting scope and picked out one of the young men to target with his gift. A little concentration, and Jimmy was able to 'tune in' to the man's mind.
"Aww Fuck!"
"What is it man?"
"It's not terrorists, It's a gang rape! Fucking assholes! They have a young girl tied up inside. Apparently one of them made a score selling stolen MRE's and was able to BUY himself a girl! These people are fucking unbelievable! What father would sell his daughter! FUCK!!!!"
"You gonna tell the skipper?"
"No, not yet. You know he'll just tell us to ignore it and let the cops handle things. Those fuckers are probably getting the leftovers as a bribe. No, you keep an eye out, and I'm gonna take care of this."
Jimmy took control of the man and started picking his way through the would be rapists mind. Apparently there were ten of the men who had paid quite a bit of money to be present for the very first time this woman was to be abused. Seems like the entrepreneur of the group had decided to auction off the girls virginity to the highest bidder. The men had already been able to take a look at the girl and make sure she was clean and worth the opening price of the auction.
The man's memory of her was exquisite. Apparently she was very beautiful. She was currently tied to a structural support post with her arms tied above her head. The position put her bountiful breasts on full display for the potential winner of the auction. The entrepreneur had spent a little money up front and made sure the girl was bathed and groomed. He'd had her pussy shaved bare and even gone to the extra effort to have some makeup applied to her face.
"She's trussed up inside man. One of us is going to have to go in and get her......"
"Uh dude.... you know we cant do that! If we leave the POSS, the skipper will have our asses."
"Look, It's three blocks away. I can get over there no problem. I'll just make the assholes forget why they are here, walk away and I'll go get her. You just keep an eye out for me, and cover with the skipper if he calls for an update."
"What am I supposed to tell him?
"Tell him I was dumb enough to eat some local food and am crapping my guts out. He knows I'm a sucker for the kabob girls outside the front gate".
Jimmy was already moving toward the stairs, fastening up his flack vest, and checking his weapon was ready. Hopefully he wouldn't need to use his M4, but better to be ready than not. He double timed down the stairs and took a quick look out of the back door before venturing out into the street.
Thanks to is gift, Jimmy was able to make himself unnoticed to the general populace. A lone Marine jogging through the slum would have been an easy target otherwise. Only someone who was actively watching would have noticed Jimmy, and luckily no one was. Jimmy moved quickly the three blocks to take up a position across from the the building where the girl was being kept.
"Mike, you got me?"
"Roger Dodger"
"Anything hinky?"
"Besides your ass disobeying orders? Nope"
"Byte me, fucker"
"Your not my type. Go get her and get back here quick like"
Jimmy was focusing on the group of men smoking in the alley way. He was able to get a general listen into the conversation they were having. Seems they were very excited about having a go with the young lady. Some of the men had already decided they could not afford the exorbitant sum required to be first with her in bed, but would be more than happy to enjoy her company after some of the more wealthy men had their turn.
Jimmy began to concentrate and sent a general command to the men in the alley. He made them forget why they were there, and remember that they had to be home. In a slow muddled group, they began to move back to the street and disperse into the crowd. Jimmy loped across the busy street and placed himself flush against the exterior wall of the building. He took a peek inside, but it was too dark to make anything out. Unfortunately, Jimmy had to see a target to make initial contact. So he was effectively going to have to go in blind.
Jimmy brought his weapon up to his shoulder and moved quickly into the building, using the techniques learned through hours of training in house to house combat. He may have been a "special operator" but he was still a Marine, and learned how to fight the enemy just like any other. Unfortunately, he didn't have three other Marines behind him to cover his six while entering the building.
Jimmy found a corner that seemed out of the way, and took a second to let his eyes adjust. Once they did, he looked around and noticed the room was full of boxes. Most likely, this was a storage location for one of the local merchants. Jimmy started to creep around the rows of precariously stacked boxes and moved deeper into the building. Upon coming to the end of a row, Jimmy saw a man standing in front of a door as if to guard it. A quick peek into the thug's mind confirmed Jimmy's assessment. He had been paid to make sure none of the bidders on the impending rape tried to get to the girl early. He had been promised a few dollars worth of the local currency and half an hour with the girl after the paying customers were through with her for the day. Jimmy made the thug forget his reason for being there and sent him on his way home. That quick glance into the thugs mind also showed Jimmy that the young 'boss' of the tawdry operation was in the room with the girl.
Steeling himself for a potential exchange of fire, Jimmy quietly opened the door and moved through it with his weapon at the ready. What he saw when he entered the room made his blood boil. The girl, who was as beautiful as the memory Jimmy had stolen earlier led him to believe, was on her knees with her hands tied behind her back. She was being face fucked by a dirty looking local, obviously the entrepreneur of this decidedly fucked up operation. The man was so enthralled by watching his cock slide in and out of his victims mouth that he never noticed Jimmy enter the room.
Jimmy couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was like something out of a bad porn movie. How could someone treat another human being like this! The poor girl was crying hysterically and gagging around the mans cock. His hips pistoning the rigid piece of meat in and out of her mouth and throat. Jimmy didn't even think about using his gifts. He was too angry. He rushed forward and slammed the butt of his weapon into the mans temple. The man dropped to the ground in a heap, and Jimmy followed him down, smashing the mans face repeatedly until it was just a mess of blood and goo.
Breathing heavily, Jimmy looked up at the scared young woman. Her mouth was still open as if still around the penetrating cock. She was too startled to scream, to confused to do much of anything. The trauma she had already experienced was too much for her to deal with. Seeing her captor beaten to death was just more than she could handle, and she promptly blacked out and dropped to the ground.
"Fuck! I don't have time for this!" Jimmy swore to himself.
Luckily, the girl was underfed and very light. Jimmy picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder in a 'fireman's carry' and began to make his way for the door. Breathing heavily, Jimmy moved out of the building and into the alleyway.
"Fuck! I've got to stop and think!..... THINK!!! FUCK!!!!"
Jimmy quickly got his head back on straight and calmed down. He realized that if he didn't give himself the advantage of cover through his gifts, he was NEVER going to make it across the street, let alone back to his hide. A US Marine carrying a tied up girl would cause all kind of problem with the populace. After calming himself for a few moments, Jimmy carried his limp package across the street and back to the hide he had been sharing with Cpl. Jackson.
Jimmy carried the girl up to the roof and laid her limp body down next to Mike.
"What the FUCK is this! You never said you were gonna bring her back here! Fuck man!"
"That fucker was throat fucking her and she passed out when I butt stroked him. I guess she had sensory overload or something. I couldn't leave her there man."
