NOW
The men in fatigues did not in the least look like soldiers. A closer and careful observation was necessary to deduce that they were in fact, men of the uniform.
There were three of them. They wore similar bottle green fatigues and black bomber jackets and rubber sole impregnated heavy army issues. Their long hair straggled from beneath dark blue caps that had large visors almost covering their eyes.
Each one of them had pistols holstered on one side of their hips and a scabbard holding curved scimitars on the other side. They had walked for three days through the thick jungles, waded through neck deep lakes and were now crouched in front of a two floored building nestling among thick foliage: the largest abode in the small town located in the isolated valley near the border.
It was almost dawn. There was a hint of sunlight struggling to overcome the shadows of the previous night. From somewhere far in the town, they could hear the rooster. But otherwise, the town was still asleep. If there was anybody awake apart from them, they had not yet ventured out of their houses.
The tallest among the three men, leading the pack looked back at his mates.
"This is it," he said in a low voice.
"Indeed," replied a bearded man.
The third man, sallow-faced stared back. "So what the hell's keeping us? Lets get the bastard. We have ascertained that the fucking rat has asked his fucking guards to fucking get lost."
The first man smiled faintly. "The son of a bitch is smart. That's his cover. He's supposed to be a social worker and claims that he needs no guards for he's supposed to represent the truth and act as per the wishes of the townspeople."
"My ass," the third man spoke bitterly.
"Lets get in now, major. We have scoped the area for over an hour now and we got to remember that it is going to take us at least an hour to get them to the stakeout," the bearded man muttered under his breath.
"You have closed the rear, private?" the captain asked the bearded man.
"Tighter than a nun's asshole," the private replied.
"What about you, captain? You took the inventory and I want you to tell me once again."
"Yeah, well," replied the sallow faced man. "As per our source, his daily regime never changes. The mother fucker sleeps pretty late at night – source had no idea what he is up to during this time -brushes his fucking teeth, has a shit and a shower, drinks a cup of what could presumably be tea and sits in the fucking study, reading something at his desk. Probably planning another fucking strike at more wives, daughters, mothers and sisters. His wife sleeps in his bedroom downstairs and his kids, his sister and his mom sleep in their fucking bedrooms upstairs. Some guy, presumably his sidekick sometimes spends the night in the house and when he does that, he brings his wife along. No idea who this fucking sidekick is. A two-one entry, the first from the terrace and the second from the living room window should be sufficient to take them."
The major shot his sleeves back over his thick hand and glanced at his watch. "It's six-twelve. I'll go in the window and you two take the terrace. Use the canisters if necessary, I don't want noise. It will take me roughly six or seven minutes to immobilize Salim and his wife, presuming there's no one else with them. Get the folks down in that time and I want them to be gagged. Use the needle if necessary. The bastard's son already has had some guerilla training and even if he's just twenty, I don't want complacency. And there's to be no unnecessary violence. I don't want a trigger-happy punk now. There'll be time enough for that later on."
"I can't wait," muttered the private. "The stakeout is perfect for the job we have in mind."
They had indeed been soldiers once upon a time. Now, they were renegades. The army, whom they had served for, was now looking for their capture. As were the opposite side.
They knew the army because they had been in it themselves.
They had spent close to two months to track down the opposition and now knew them as well.
The problem was that they had to act before the army could trace this opposition before they got their own back.
Each one of them had been a soldier: brave, patriotic, and disciplined.
And each had a story to tell.
*******
Major Ray was polishing off his third straight rum when the men had surrounded him. There he was, smacking his lips in appreciation, not just because of the excellent drink, but also because he appreciated good classical music that was now flowing seamlessly from the two speakers in front of which he was sitting.
This was life, he thought. Not much more time to go before he would retire with full honors and settle down to do exactly what he was doing now. A nice, luxurious lovemaking session with his wife after getting back from the party that evening, strong rum, good music…
He had been terribly aroused at the party that evening. It had always been like that, especially on the night before he would leave and head back to the border.
He had taken turns dancing with all those ladies and damn it, he had been embarrassed when he had erected while dancing with the captain's wife. Jennifer Carter was one hot woman!
He wasn't to blame, he reasoned with himself. That woman had definitely pressed her thighs against his and that look in her eyes was positively that peculiar come-hither look he had seen in her eyes before.
He felt guilty when he remembered how he had put his hands casually across her buttocks. God damn it, she was Joe's wife!
By the time they had said goodbye and he was in the car with Rena, he had a raging erection. He hadn't even allowed Rena to drag him to the bedroom when she had realized his predicament. He had pulled her to him right there in the living room, lights on, and they had attacked each other.
"My, my," Rena had giggled, allowing him to thrust his hand inside her blouse and take hold of her luscious breasts. "Whatever's gotten my hero so randy so suddenly?"
"That bitch Jenny," he had replied honestly, unbuttoning her blouse after shoving the border down her shoulders, turned on even more as he noticed her heaving bosom and that inviting cleavage. "I swear she was pressing against my cock!"
She giggled, beginning to drag his shirt off his shoulders. She had been faster at unbuttoning it. Momentarily, he drew his hands off her already open blouse and shrugged out of the shirt and even as he did that, her hands were fumbling at the buttons of his pants.
"And why not?" she breathed, shuddering as his pants fell in a heap around his legs revealing the huge bulge inside his boxer shorts. "After all, you are the Major and the biggest hero this side of the town!"
"Hero, hell! It was this cock she was after. I'm telling you, baby, if I had come on stronger, maybe we would have sneaked off in the bathroom and I would have given her the real fuck of her life!"
"What? And deprive me of it?" she asked, now pulling his shorts down and grabbing his erect penis with her hands, pretty much like she held the tennis racket when she played the game at the Officer's court.
"You? Oh god, baby, even if I were stiff cold, you would give me a hard on just by getting naked! Look at these!"
He had unhooked her bra and laid it back along with the blouse against her chest, revealing those large, slightly sagging breasts. She sighed when he grabbed the pair and bending down, stuck his face between them. She shivered when his tongue licked her cleavage before sliding over to one erect and rosy nipple.
"Ah, Major, you are getting me hot!"
"That's the general idea," he grinned before stuffing one breast as much inside his mouth as was possible.
