Tales of the Marine Chick: Code Name RedVixen Part 2
I tried to sleep on the flight as much as I could. But I was running things through my brain as I read over the file on Lucy. She had a history of exacting revenge on family members of those that wronged her. Her mean streak ran as red as her hair.
The aircraft touched down at Heathrow and I was met at the exit way by a few men in dark suits. I was ushered into a small room where I saw Emilia. We hugged, I felt her large firm breasts press against mine.
“Thank you for coming on such short notice, Anna,” she said opening a laptop and punching in her password.
“Please tell you have something on her,” I said sitting down next to Emilia.
“We may have a break in this!” She said with a little cheer in her voice pointing to the grainy picture on the screen, “We got this from Ammon, Jordan. Four women got off a flight with Irish passports. We believe we have a match to Zara.” I looked at the woman craning her head, clearly a blonde. “And this is the last shot we have of them.” I looked into the eye of Lucy. She was smiling up at the camera, clearly knowing it was there and that she would be identified.
“She is smiling at us, at you,” I said, zooming in on her companions. One of the women was clearly a brunette with enormous breasts and also another red head, smaller than Lucy but looked just a formidable.
“The other red head is has been tentatively identified as Suzy Porter. Ex-IRA with a hatred of the royal family; think Tom Clancy Patriot Games,” Emilia stated, “These are two hours old but we do know they had a few cars waiting for them and they were headed towards the Dead Sea, probably Petra. Hamas actually has a small contingent in Jordan. I have arranged for you, me and a group of ten SAS to travel there and meet with Jordanian intelligence.”
“When do we leave?” I asked, but already knew the answer.
“Now.”
I missed my H&K pistol but got a compact Glock 9mm that fit in small of my back. I had changed into khaki cargo pants and boots. I wore a long sleeve dark blue moisture wicking button up shirt over my white t-shirt. Emilia was dressed similar to me, but the blouse was a dark green. We landed at a small Jordanian Air Force base about half way from Amman to Petra and were met by hard looking men. The head of the Jordanian Intelligence Service or JIS was waiting in a Land Rover that whisked Emilia and I away with the SAS following in other Land Rovers.
“This is completely off the books, Emilia,” said Dawood Hussan, “My government will disavow any action taken on our soil. But we dislike terrorists and Hamas doing unspeakable things here as well, so you have me. You also have free rain for the next 12 hours. Petra has been closed. I have an asset in place there. She reported the women arrived with a group of 15 Hamas fighters no more than an hour ago.”
“She?” I asked.
“My daughter, Amal,” he said with a smile on his face, “Please do take care with her, as good as she is, I don’t want anything happening to her.”
“You have my word, Director Hussan,” Emilia said, “Our plan is to be in and out quickly. We want all alive.”
We sat in silence for the next hour or so. The internal clock in my head was telling me that Lucy and her crew had about two hours to set up and plan an ambush or something worse. Hussan’s men would only be back up if things went south. The sun was setting as we arrived at the ancient city of Petra. Hussan told us that drones had been up and most movement was near the old bank (think the scene in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, when they are riding on horseback through the path and come up on the building built into the side of the rock). The SAS dressed all in black nomex suits, body armor and bullpup rifles (magazine well behind the trigger guard). Emilia and I would be in the second wave. Ear pieces and throat mikes in place and I checked to see I had a round chambered in my pistol. We went out.
It was eerily quiet, to quiet if you asked me. But we pressed on. I heard static in my ear piece and looked at Emilia, I keyed my throat mike.
“Can you hear me?” I asked through the mike. Emilia shook her head. She tried the other members of the team and even Hussan. Nothing. Great, just fucking great. A wealth of technology at our fingers and we are going in deaf and dumb. That is when the automatic fire started. I heard the crack of an AK-47 and the return fire from the bullpups. More and more as we neared the spot where Team one had been. I saw blood and wounded soldiers trying to take cover. It had been an ambush. They knew exactly where we were supposed to be. I ducked behind a rock to check the pulse of the nearest man in black. He was gone. I grabbed his rifle as more rounds kicked up dirt at my feet. I peered out quickly looking for muzzle flashes and when I saw one, I returned fire. That opened me up to more rounds coming my way, but it left Emilia to get some of her men out of harm’s way and into shelter behind rocks. I heard a scream from where Emilia was and saw her face down with a man pointing an AK at her. That is when I felt the barrel of a rifle pressed to the back of my neck.
“GET UP!” The first man said to Emilia and me in Arabic, “MOVE!”
I had my pistol taken from behind my back and Emilia, I and 4 of her team were lead into the open courtyard in front of the bank. I was shoved ahead to where 12 men with AK’s milled about and they were joined by three women dragging another with them. I recognized Zara but the women had head and face coverings on. One removed hers and I looked into the eyes of Lucy Collett.
“Well, well, well,” She said with a smile on her face, “Fancy seeing you after all these years. I have a file open on you in the slightest chance someone would want to end you. How is Ewa these days?”
I bristled at the sound of my girlfriend’s name. The other red head, Suzy, removed her face covering as well and barked an order I missed to the men. They moved to each of the SAS soldiers and executed them.
Lucy crouched down next to me, “You know love,” she said, “This makes it personal. So a part of me loves that I have to change plans and do something completely different. I wish I could stay and watch the fun we have planned for you, but time is on my side, not yours.”
She moved back to confer with her two cohorts and they talked quietly, finally coming to some sort of agreement. Lucy and her brunette friend left with about half of the Hamas fighters leaving me and Emilia on our knees tied up, Zara tied up about 15 feet from us, and Suzy and 6 men with AK’s standing around us. I heard the sound of car engines and then the sound faded away.
“So, who is up for a little sport??” Suzy asked sitting on a rock, she hands on her knees as she leaned in the direction of Emilia and I, “I know these men are. You know what they love even more that beautiful women, they love to see beautiful women fight!”
“Your bleeding crazy if you think we are going to fight,” Emilia spat out.
“Oh no?!?” Suzy said walking over to Zara, taking the blonde by the hair and yanking her head back roughly. She slide a long knife from behind her back and pressed it to Zara’s cheek. “You are here to save her, right?!? You bloody twats are going to fight it out, make it look really nasty or I start cutting pretty little Zara here and those men will be slitting your throats and probably fucking your dying corpses, they can be animals. So it is up to you.”
I looked over at Emilia, “We don’t have much of a choice. We have to hope that our friends are coming soon.”
“Fine,” Emilia said to the red headed Irish lass, “She and I fight, you don’t hurt the girl. You word on it.”
“My word,” Suzy said with a snort of laughter, “Fine you British pig, I won’t hurt the bloody royal if that is what you want, but this fight better be real. Oh and it will be naked!” A hoot came from the men. FUCK this is going to suck.
Two men pointed their AK’s at Emilia and I as we were cut free and we stood. We started to undress, stripping off the remaining clothing. The cool night air caused goose bumps on my skin.
“And we want to see a catfight!” Suzy exclaimed as she removed her jacket and I saw her figure for the first time. She was wearing a dark brown t-shirt that hugged her curves, she was stacked up top.
As Emilia and I finished stripping naked I said, “Sorry about this Em, this is going to hurt.”
“I am sorry too Anna,” she said as she nodded and we started to circle.
“FIGHT!” Screamed the red head as she was clearly excited from this; we lunged!
Emilia and I met with a slap of skin, hands going to each other’s hair, boobs smacking together. Emilia is at least an E cup and I am a healthy D. We hit the sand right away, tumbling over, rolling back and forth, kicking up a lot of dirt in the process. Now on most occasions, rolling around with a busty, hot girl like Emilia would be a huge turn on for me, but this was a fight not only for our lives but that of Zara too. The men around us lowered their rifles and watched with hungry looks in their eyes. Some even grabbed hardening cocks as they watch me and busty Brit fight. And she could fight, like a hell cat. But she was holding back a little. I knew it. I roughly grabbed her left breast and squeezed, she yelled out in pain.
“Don’t hold back,” I whispered through gritted teeth, “They will know or at least she will.”
My tit grab was answered back from Emilia and I knew she got the hint. We were side by side, legs locked together and we were grabbing breasts with one hand and puling at hair with the other. Emilia rolled on top of me, grabbing my hair with both hands and slamming my head into the ground, stunning me. Then she slammed her big meaty breasts down on mine over and over again. I cried out as the air left my lungs, but if these fuckers wanted a show then we had to give them one. I raked my nails down Em’s side to her naked hips, her body tensing with the motion. I reached in between her legs and cupped her pussy, not clawing but I gave it enough pressure that she knew what I was doing and went with it.
“AAHHHHHH YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!!” Emilia cried out as she fell off holding herself between the legs, I was impressed at her acting, Oscar worthy!
I pounced on her and we smacked our big tits together and re-grabbed hair and tossed each other about. Emilia and I worked our way to our knees and grabbed each other’s arms and started smacking our breasts together in a titfight. The crowd of horny terrorists howled in excitement. I twisted my tits so they would slap into Em’s from the sides. Emilia was doing the same. It fucking hurt but we had to do it. I pulled back as she did and we slammed forward with an audible CLOP! Then again, CLOP! CLOP! CLOP! My teeth were gritted and eyes were closed, when I opened them I noticed dark shapes moving from behind. Emilia must have noticed it to because she wrapped me up in a bearhug, our tits mushrooming out at the sides. That is when the automatic weapons fire started. We hit the ground, still holding each other.
Suzy caught the movement a split second before it started and had her knife out, moving toward Zara, but a woman dressed in black blocked her path. With a quick movement, the knife was kicked out of Suzy’s hand, flying 20 feet away. The rest of the Hamas terrorists were dead or dying as Hussan’s men moved in. The woman yelled something in a Arabic that I only caught briefly, like, “Leave her be, she is mine!” It was Hussan’s daughter Amal.
Amal looked to be unarmed and Suzy whipped her hands behind her back and came out with a pitol that just as quick, Amal took from her and tossed behind her.
“Alright you fucking twat! You want a fight you got it!” Suzy screamed as she rushed forward. \
Amal could have ducked or evaded or even kicked her but she opened her arms and wrapped them around Suzy as the red head barreled into her. They went down with Amal on her back but she used the movement to kick up and send Suzy ass over tea kettle. Suzy landed on her back with an OOOOFFF. And Amal scrambled to meet the raising red head. They came together, hands clawing and yanking at hair, bodies tumbling over and over. Hands reached in and grabbed at breasts and torn at shirts. Amal had large breasts on her as well and Suzy grabbed at them, twisting and turning them as Amal cried out in pain.
Emilia and I got dressed as quickly as we could and rush to Zara. She was scared but alive. The men in black wrapped her up in a blanket and formed a six person security barrier around her, rifles puted in every direction as they escorted her out.
Suzy shirt was torn and her breasts were exposed under her bra as she rolled on top of Amal. Amal’s large tits were up over her bra and the two engaged in a wicked tit fight. Breasts were clawed and pulled, nipples twisted and the two women screamed in unison. Amal rolled on top and Suzy slammed her in the face with a right cross, stunned the brunette. Suzy saw a glint of steel and she lunged for her discarded pistol, picking it up and pointing it at Amal. I froze in horror but a saw a whirl of something and….
Suzy looked down to see her knife embedded between her breasts, Amal had flung it expertly and the former IRA terrorist could only stare down. The gun tumbled from her grip and she fell to her back , dead.
Amal got up and placed her breasts back into her bra and walked over to the dead girl and kicked the gun further away. She knelt by her and said something in Arabic, almost like a prayer and then removed the knife from between Suzy’s big tits, blood splashing over the red head’s exposed skin and shirt. Amal whipped the knife on Suzy’s pants.
She noticed Emilia and I just staring in awe of her.
“Come,” she said standing and motioning for us to go to the Land Rovers that had just arrived, “I think we need tea.”
Amal filled us in on what she was doing, first finding the frequency jammer, disabling it and then contacting her father’s men. She waited for the right time and admitted she like watching Emilia and I rolled around naked, so she could have been faster. She smiled, blushing a little. We headed for a safe house near the Air Force base. Director Hussan was waiting for us. He had a grim look on her face.
Emilia,” he said in a low voice, “I am sorry but all of your men are dead. When I informed London about it, they did not seem pleased to hear the news. I was instructed to put you and your two companions on a direct flight to Hereford for your debriefing. You have my condolences and prayers for the souls of your men.”
Em looked deflated. Losing people on a mission is tough, and she would have to take responsibility. It can break people.
Amal took me aside and gave me a card with a few numbers on it. “Please, if you are ever in need of help, or whatever, call me and I will be there.” I thanked her for the card, the help and the show with Suzy. She blushed again.
The flight seemed to take an eternity. I had called Ewa to tell her I was ok, of course I did not give her any details, just that we were working the case. When we landed at the home of the SAS, we were all separated. I was grilled for maybe an hour before they nodded in agreement and I was ushered into a small room with a couch and coffee. I got a cup and sat down as Emilia walked in. Her head was down and she sat down on the couch, her head in her hands.
“I am sacked, Anna,” Emilia said, “MI5 is disavowing me, rescinding all security clearances. I am done in the intelligence world. But I know why, I lost those men. They are dead on my watch.” She stared crying.
I went to her sat down and put my arm around her. “Em, you are never alone in this world,” I said, my right cheek on the top of her head as I held her, “Why don’t you come visit me, when you are ready, and we will see if you like the States?”
I could feel Emilia nod.
I grabbed the first flight I could back, a little sore, still not knowing where this bitch would be. I slept most of the flight. The file I had on the way over was now back in the hands of British intelligence. No freebies from them anymore. I woke from the bump of wheels touching down and I turned on my phone. My phone showed a text from Ewa.
“My love, I am having Jess, my photographer come over with the new girl, Abigail for a bikini shoot by the pool. Should be a fun time. Hope all is good with you. I miss you. I love you Anna.
Shit, Abigail… new girl… SHIT!!!! I called Ewa and her phone went right to voicemail. I called Jennifer.
“Hey boss, what’s shakin…” I cut her off
“Jenn get to my house now, call Leslie for back up,” I said as I ran for security, “I have a bad feeling someone is going after the ones I love. Be careful!”
“Will do,” was what I heard on the other end of the phone, I also heard the familiar rack of the slide of a pistol.
To be continued....
