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"
