Author's Note:
As always, please be aware there is graphic content throughout this text, viewer discretion is advised. Please read The War of 2020 Pt. 12 if you haven't already. Pt. 1 - Pt. 11 are also available.
This is a fun hobby for me that I'm happy to share with you but don't take it too seriously, this is erotica. Encouragement, constructive feedback and opinions are always appreciated.
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Music:
Eternal Rest - Sidewalks and Skeletons
Druidess: Brahmastra
VIOLENT VERA: blood on the sheets...
IVOXYGEN - Ghost Town Symphony / IVOXYGEN - Lifestyle / IVOXYGEN - District
XXYYXX - About You (Official)
GODLIKE MIXTAPE | [ Future Phonk ] |YUSHEE/SPVRROW
TRIPPYMANE: PAIN
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Jackson moved through the residential neighborhoods of Clarksville trying to obscure his trail from that psychotic bastard. He had been avoiding going towards the UPP meeting point on the border of Kentucky for hours, maneuvering in circles to allow all of his men a chance to regroup.
Their objective had shifted with the bunker being uninhabitable, he knew to move straight into the next phase of their attack.
Collecting their beautiful priceless collateral.
He needed to rescue Morgan and bring her back into the safety of the North. He was certain it would cripple her insane captors in a few ways that were desperately needed.
They would have a hard time retaliating against the UPP with three of their branded slaves and both of Louisiana's CG's held on site. He didn't even know Morgan was pregnant until the Marshal asked him to assist with recovering her. He divulged the information as he played her video message, showing Jack the reality of her current mission.
It punched him through his gut seeing her plead for help. He had wanted to return to the field but was restrained from service after his mental evaluation came back. The torment they put him through was enough to retire, he earned his bronze and didn't need to prove himself. But he wasn't doing this for the cause anymore, his purpose and mission had changed completely.
Now, he was doing this for her.
He knew he could convince her to abort that hellspawn once she was back in normal society. There were many therapists and trauma informed counselors dedicated to helping those that return from extended combat or were a POW to the Nationalists.
He couldn't understand why she was putting herself through this and didn't have to try to get it any longer. He finally had his chance to fix things himself, pulling her from the Hell she willfully condemned herself to.
Even with the extra support and backing of top command, he still felt the deep anxiety of having a deranged killer stalking him. He recognized that he needed to stay several steps ahead of him to avoid being killed or worse, captured alive.
This time was different though, he came prepared and mentally fortified himself for what was to come. He had several stashes of ammo, tech and radios throughout upper Tennessee and Kentucky, left behind for him by his fellow soldiers.
"Radio clear, emergency airlift arriving along Rt. 79, towards old Guthrie Hwy over Spring Creek..."
Jack stopped running, ducking behind a large contemporary house as he listened to the chatter in his ear piece.
"ETA for airlift?"
"8 minutes. High priority drop off."
Jack looked down the dark road at the street signs, sprinting in the direction of the location. His tactical watch showed him the general area but local jammers from the Conservatives disrupted his map before it fully downloaded.
He heard the faint propellers of a helicopter flying in, its lack of active lights disoriented its location. The treetops swayed in the darkness as it quietly swooped down, pausing a few feet from the ground midair. A rope quickly propelled out the side door, with a single soldier dispatching onto the deserted roadway.
The soldier was dressed in black, carrying a large rucksack on their back as they crouched down, disappearing into the nearby woods.
Jack moved to make contact, creeping along the treeline undetected until the hiss of a handheld rocket propelled over his head, straight into the lifting copter.
Making a direct hit, the explosion rocked the entire area, raining flaming debris onto the road and nearby houses. Jack dropped to the ground, laying flat as arial lights shined down from a hidden drone, illuminating the flaming wreckage. In the new light, Jack could see the immense presence of the Nationalist as they emerged from the darkness around him.
He was totally surrounded.
Jack stayed still and watched the group, seeing that he was painfully outnumbered by the amount of soldiers that had joined up with CG Barbari. He could hear deep laughs as the Captain General whistled for their dogs, ordering them to find any survivors in the area.
"Check for a body, I don't want to go to Louisville without a souvenir," CGB yelled, handing CG Reynolds his RPG-7 back. He watched as three german shepherds spread out into the area, searching for victims.
Soldiers explored the wreckage, picking through smoldering debris under the drone's bright lights.
Jack crawled backwards away from them, wanting to put some distance between himself and the group. Standing up after he was no longer visible to them, he began running North East towards the border of Kentucky, wondering who just jumped out of the helicopter.
They had to know this area was too hot for a drop off.
Jessica moved in the darkness with ease, enjoying the thrill of being back in a combat zone. The immediate attack on her airlift was a stark reminder of the Nationalists brutal lethality, not like she needed a refresher.
She was not ignorant of their true nature, knowing the evil in their hearts went far deeper than the lust motivating their cocks. Unlike her very naive counterparts, she never felt like any enemy could be manipulated or seduced into complacency.
Only in death were they actually destroyed, nothing less would stop their savage violence.
She quickly moved from the area, needing to get away from the dogs before they inevitably picked up her scent. Clicking on her radio, she stopped behind a large storage building, pulling her gaiter down from her mouth.
"Come in, friendly transmission - requesting combat escort for..."
"Copy! What is your 20?!" Jackson interrupted, hissing through his earpiece. "I am heading North East from Rt. 79 - towards Guthrie."
"Est-ce Jack?!" Jessica squeaked, excited to hear him nearby.
Clearing her throat, she put on her serious voice.
"This is Jesse - I mean... Come in, this is Jessica Torres Class 1 Dove 342. I have been dispatched to assist in your secondary mission S.O.O. Jackson. I'm about 500 yards from my drop point, my airlift has been destroyed by enemy fire."
"Repeat?! Dove 34-? Who is your authorized dispatcher?" Jackson said out of breath. He didn't know any Doves other than Morgan and now another one just propelled into a combat zone to help him find her.
"Dove 342, I have been dispatched by Marshal Agners to assist in your secondary mission - hostage extraction. I have DND orders..."
"Wilco - combat escort. Keep moving North East from the canines," Jackson instructed, picking up the pace as another high pitched whistle sounded in the distance.
His mind raced thinking about her name, remembering her from the lineup of female soldiers at the Gable training camp. Marshal Agners didn't tell him he would have assistance from a Dove before he deployed, he wondered why he didn't say anything beforehand.
'He knew I would never agree to this,' Jack thought, realizing the answer right after it crossed his mind.
His head began to pound at the realization, he couldn't allow another woman to get caught up in this fucking mess.
Moving along Rt. 79, he was less than a mile from the Kentucky border, close to a rest point in Guthrie. He could see the sky starting to turn turquoise as the sun peeked over the horizon, he knew the daylight would expose him more than he could afford.
Jessica heard rustling around her, the sound of boots crunching over dirt as they got within a few yards of where she was. Quickly climbing a nearby tree, she perched on a thick branch looking down from the higher vantage point. A Nationalist soldier soon appeared, searching around the area by himself.
Taking out her garrote wire, she hung upside down by her knees, waiting for the soldier to walk just below her. When he was in the perfect position, she crossed her arms around his neck, wrapping the thin metal wire tightly against his throat.
Pulling it taut, she hung him from the tree branch, holding his body weight with her legs as he slowly stopped struggling and slumped towards the ground. She quietly let go of the wire, letting him hit the grass with a soft thud. Flipping off the branch and back onto the ground, she ransacked his body, taking his radio, keys and the pack of menthol cigarettes he had tucked in his uniform. Turning on his radio, she listened for information.
The garbled transmission came through briefly, '...refueling transport..., requesting Ecko team to report to NH90. Need air support to Louisville..."
She tsked, realizing that she needed to get all the way to Louisville next, which was several days of walking if she couldn't get a vehicle.
Jack caught a glimpse of a small dark figure crouched in the darkness as he moved forward, kneeling over something laying on the ground.
"Come in - I'm on your 6, go into the nearby seed barn - 20 yards ahead."
Jessica turned her head as Jack approached from down the road, standing up quickly to move to the new location.
"Bien reçu."
She entered the large seed barn from a side door, moving along the walls to ensure it was truly vacant. It was dark aside from the small bit of light spilling in from the rising sun. There were some piles of seed and two large tractors stored inside but not much else, allowing them a safe place to meet.
"You're a Dove?" Jack balked, surprised by the small soldier in front of him. She was as short as Morgan but had a much more trim athletic body, fitting into her dark uniform as if she were a teenage boy. She kept her long hair tucked under a fitted beanie, reinforced by her dark gaiter and night vision goggles.
Taking off her head gear, her thick black hair flowed over her shoulders touching down between her shoulder blades. Her upturned amber eyes shimmered even in the darkness, glowing brightly in excitement. She had a mestizo nose that hinted towards her Spanish heritage with a cheeky smile, highlighting her small dimples. She was beautiful but clearly not trying to show it, hiding every part of her skin other than her face from view.
