Alien Mine Ch. 21

They drove up a long road, past barracks and warehouses, soldiers walking or marching, some playing football, none of them armed. It felt strange to be surrounded by uniformed soldiers, a few women but most were men. There was no sense of impending danger or alertness, and none of the personnel she observed were armed. All of this had to change, but first, she had to meet the General and determine if he lived or died.

Then, finally, the car pulled up in front of an imposing stone building toward the rear of the facility, arriving just as the assault team did, the men jumping out of their vehicles, weapons in hand, but unsure of what they were supposed to do. "Poor security," she thought before turning to Bugrov. "Deploy the men in a defensive position around the building," she ordered him, "and don't assume an attack will come through the front door," Yaneta said as she and the two dogs jumped out of the car and climbed up three stairs into the entrance with the confident stride of someone who knew where they were going. Yaneta had a complete map of the building, one of the overlays n her tac-grid. Complete wiring, plumbing, everything if she wished to see it.

It was an old building she observed, the walls a meter thick, solid stone. They would provide some protection but not much, a Trangrod could cut right through them in seconds, but that would be enough warning. The forests had been cleared back to a distance of about two kilometers, where there was another high fence that was patrolled, she supposed though she didn't see any guards. Past the barriers was a thick virgin forest; pretty, she thought, but capable of hiding almost anything under the thick canopy and dense growth. Yaneta felt a twinge of guilt about the men deployed outside, they had no real chance against the Om, but their deaths would provide a distraction and warning.

Yaneta probed the network, found the security system, broke it, and found what she suspected. Om security barrier, she couldn't break it, but that meant they would know she was here. As Yaneta stepped inside the building, a mental command sent five birds swooping into the trees, flying from branch to branch as a real bird might do. There was a brief glimpse of something that did not belong there, and the bird quit transmitting, telling Yaneta everything she needed to know. Drawing her pistol, she stepped into the General's office, gun in hand. No need to waste time, she thought, shooting him twice. The first shot scattered his entire head and face across the wall behind him, and the second took out most of his chest. Thea's weapons were getting better, Yaneta thought, grabbing for her rifle.

One of her tiny drones saw movement to her left, and she snapped up her weapon as a Trangrod came out of the wall. Yaneta was already moving to her right as weapon fire erupted, destroying the chair and wall behind her, and she dropped into combat mode. The Trangrod's weapon made a deafening roar inside the office, bullets tracing her movements but microseconds behind her. Yaneta reached the wall at full acceleration, sprang, running three steps up the vertical surface before leaping back across the room, firing in mid-air trajectory. Bullets followed her along the wall, but she found the central processing unit of the Trangrod, and Thea's heavy rounds blew it apart. Falling to the floor, she came up firing at a roach, blowing it apart. Bugrov was between her and the next target, so she threw herself across the room; he was too nice looking to let a Trangrod have him.

Col. Bugrov followed the woman's instructions and gave orders to deploy the men in defensive positions though he was unable to tell them what they were to defend against. Then he turned and hurried into the building, following the strange and somewhat terrifying woman into the General's office. He arrived just in time to hear the shots and to see his commanding officer's head and chest explode. He watched, stunned, as the woman casually put away a pistol, shrugged off her coat, and brought out a strange-looking weapon. He ducked as he heard shots and against all combat training, froze when he saw something burst out of the wall, something out of a nightmare. A seven-foot-tall armored grasshopper, a menacing, multi-eyed 'face', and a profusion of limbs and weapons was his immediate impression as he stood frozen at the unexpected sight. The monster returned fire, but Ynaeta moved quicker than any human should, ran up the vertical wall, leaped, and sprayed the area with heavy caliber bullets that tore it apart. Bugrove threw himself backward and to the left but saw another one, two blades on its forearms and a weapon of some sort sticking out of its insect-like head moving toward him. Putting his hands up desperately trying to defend himself, he was knocked violently to the side, and Yaneta stepped in front of him. A blade seemed to spring from the woman's hand that went straight into the head of the thing, and then her rifle blew it apart. The short but violent fight had left a huge swath of devastation, desk, chairs, and walls shredded with high V five.

Before he could even think, Bugrov was grabbed, picked up, and thrown five meters through the window on the opposite side of the room, his fall broken by a row of bushes. The shock and crashing through a window left him dazed, but before he could recover, the woman followed him out, grabbed him again, and pulled him to the ground just as the building exploded. Yaneta searched for the Om communications and attacked them with some code Leslie had given her. They knew she was here, so there was no reason to try and sneak around.

"Stay here," she said, twisting around and firing that strange and almost silent weapon at something at the edge of the trees bordering the ground around HQ. Yaneta's tac-grid calculated fire positions and angles of fire, giving her priority targets. Bugrov could see things moving in the distance. The trees were about a kilometer and a half away, but Yaneta could see quite clearly, dialing her vision up and soaking up the range of radiation, IR into the UV. Trangrods, the large insectoid-like ones, and the smaller roaches were already swarming toward them. The distance would shrink rapidly at the speed those things moved. Making shots at 1000 meters was nothing for the arms computer linked with the symbiont, and her weapon tracked the targets. With her vision dilated up, Yaneta could see the Trangrods more clearly than she wanted.

Heavy gunfire rattled again, and men began screaming; Bugrov saw Yaneta dodge behind some rocks and return fire, then a series of massive explosions tore the trees out of the ground. Yaneta turned and ran, hurdling some of the bodies from the assault team, one torn nearly in half, arms outstretched, and a leg missing. Fire thundered once more from the direction of the trees, ripping enormous holes in the wall behind Bugrov and the rocks he was hiding behind. He looked to the side in time to see another of his men hit and nearly explode from the heavy projectile adding to the bloody ruin on the ground.

Risking a quick glance around, he saw that several more of the assault team were down, the survivors taking cover or falling to the ground, unsure of who or where the enemy was. Instinct took over, and the Col. started to give orders, but then something that looked like a man jumped over him to attack Yaneta. He began to shout a warning, but one of the dogs met the assailant in the air, and blood poured over the Colonel as the man's head was ripped off. Bugrov wanted to be sick but was grabbed again and carried, thrown over the woman's shoulder. Unbothered by his weight, the woman continued firing as she ran through the rubble, pausing only for a moment while the dogs caught up, both of them covered in blood.

Bugrov was unceremoniously dumped to the ground behind a building; "order your men to fall back," Yaneta told him before turning back the way they had come. Bugrov watched as Yaneta extended her arm in an arc, and explosions followed, blasting his eardrums, throwing dirt and debris high into the air, and other things he didn't recognize. The whole first part of the tree line disappeared in the maelstrom and much of the ground in front of them. Trees were blasted apart and thrown into the air, along with dirt and boulders. The noise was horrific, and the Col covered his ears and tried to dig himself into the ground.

Yaneta looked with satisfaction at the damage. The air support had been a surprise to the Trangrods, and those that had attacked out of the surrounding trees were in pieces. But, unfortunately, they wouldn't make that mistake again; she would have to go after them.

Bugrov started to issue orders, but before he could follow her instructions, he was again thrown to the ground as a red beam scythed through the air, missing them by inches but cutting two of his men in half. He heard Yaneta swear, and as he was thrown under her, the ground exploded near them, followed by what had to be air bursts. He groaned as a piece of shrapnel pierced his leg, but then the woman was off him and up on one knee, firing.

She gestured, and her two dogs raced in the direction of the beam, their movements a blur as they ran at impossible speeds. A yellow beam arched down from above, striking something in the distance, followed by more explosions. The woman stood and reached out a hand to pull him up, but then one of his men turned his rifle and fired a burst into her body from behind. Bugrov thought she was dead, but instead, she spun and calmly shot the soldier in the head. The Col. thought he had seen everything, but then the soldier's chest exploded, and something came out leaping at the woman. Stepping in front of him, she waved her hand, and whatever the horror was, it released an ungodly screech, like an animal in tremendous pain, as it dissolved in a silvery cloud that suddenly surrounded her.

Then she calmly shot the rest of the men, her rifle a blur as she fired. "Sorry, but I couldn't leave a possible enemy behind," she said, grabbing him once more. He tried to fight but was dragged back into the road, where a ramp suddenly appeared out of thin air. Bugrov was carried up the ramp into something resembling an airplane's cockpit. "Sit," the woman ordered, throwing him into a chair.

"What are you doing," Bugrov shouted, "those were my men you killed back there and the General." This is impossible, he thought to himself, "What are you, and what were those things attacking us?" he said in a somewhat calmer voice.

"Aliens," the woman stated, clearly preoccupied with whatever she was doing.

'Your crazy," the Col. said, "what are we doing here? Is this a plane?"

Suddenly the area in front of him turned clear, and he realized they were flying at high speed just above the trees. After that, everything was a blur as the jet swerved back and forth, barely clearing the trees, sometimes crashing through the higher branches.

"We are going to finish them," Yaneta said calmly, "hold on," she added as the jet swerved sharply into an impossible turn and then came to a dead stop. Fire ripped up from the ground, and the Col. winced as they hit the aircraft. "There they are," Yaneta said to herself, and the ground underneath and around them erupted in explosions and something that burned furrows into the ground. The aircraft rotated, weapons firing in all directions, and the dirt and debris seemed to erupt from the depths as large craters were carved into the earth below.

The firing stopped just as suddenly, and Bugrov took his first real breath, forcing himself to be calm. The woman had saved him, so he didn't think she meant to harm him. Instead, he watched silently as the ground receded rapidly, just as the aircraft went straight up, wondering what was next.

"That's all of them here, Ma'am , there may be a few still at the base, and I will sort that out shortly," she reported to Nelya.

"You did well, Yaneta, that was probably the worst, but there are still three more areas to check," Nelya responded. "Good job, I will tell Rhys."

Yaneta felt the pleasure course through her at the words like a dog that had been petted by her master. Nevertheless, it felt good, arousing, and she hoped Rhys would likewise approve of her. "Ma ' am," she asked respectively, "may I ask for a favor?"

"Yes, Yaneta," Nelya said in an amused voice, immediately guessing what she would ask for.

"I would like an orgasm with this man," she said quietly, unsure of Nelya's response.

"I am un surprised," Nelya said. "You may, but it will not be as rewarding."

"I know, but I want it now. The combat, the killing, it arouses me."

"Very well, enjoy him, and Yaneta, try not to h arm the Colonel."

Bugrov watched as the woman turned and came toward him. At first, he was afraid but couldn't possibly have been more startled when she said, "Take off your clothes," while beginning to unbutton her own uniform. Bugrov felt a wave of lust rush through him, making him instantly hard. Forgetting everything but the need to have this woman, he struggled to get his clothes off. He was not quick enough, and Yaneta just ripped his pants open, letting his erection spring up into the air. He was pushed back into the chair, and the now naked woman spread her legs over the armrests and reached for his cock. She guided it into herself, and the Colonel groaned as a tight warmth engulfed him. "Try not to cum too quickly," the woman demanded as she began grinding on him.

Nelya was right, it wouldn't be as good, but the man was strong, and she was sure she could get at least three or maybe four out of him. Of course, Nelya would punish her later, but it would be worth it.

"Impressive," Rhys said to Nelya after reviewing the action captured by the multiple sensors, "Yaneta has become more deadly than I realized."

"Yes, she has, and she enjoys it. I think something has changed with her; she has truly become a killer. There is no hesitation in her, and I can feel her joy when I do unleash her onto a target. Y ou saw her reaction at the end of the battle , s he was so turned on she didn't even wait to finish it before she indulged herself.

Rhys thought about his conversations with Bob and what to do about Sandy. Without asking, he knew Bob would agree that caution was also needed here. "While Yaneta didn't directly disobey your command, she asked permission to cum, but then she used the Col. until he was nearly unconscious. "Yaneta knew you were monitoring her, and she cannot be allowed to get away with any transgression or overstepping her boundaries. We are walking a fine line with her, she is very useful, and her combat skills are approaching any of the other girls. Lust after a battle is acceptable; it happens to all of us. However, any transgression that is not severely punished will only lead to more. She should be rewarded for her actions but must be punished to reinforce her boundaries."

"I understand," Nelya replied," but I am at fault for not being more specific and making it a command."

"Yes, be more careful with her, she will fight against the bonds every chance she gets, and I don't think Yaneta will ever be anything but a psychopathic killer; a useful one, but still a psychopath. As such, she must always be kept under tight control.

Nelya considered Rhys' advice after he broke the connection. It wasn't really advice; it was a command to control Yaneta, but in a way that she would still be helpful. That was Yaneta's last orgasm for a while. Sexual frustration was a powerful weapon, especially when applied with a healthy dose of pain. Yaneta would be reminded of her position; she was Nelya's property, a tool, and she would be reminded of that.

***

The car carrying the newly elected Prime Minister of Israel and the Director of MOSSAD stopped in front of a shabby-looking apartment building on the outskirts of Eilot, near the southern edge of Israel on the Red Sea. Through hard work, Eilot had been transformed from desert into agriculture, the green fields offering a stark contrast to the brown of the surrounding desert. Eilot was also a resort town tourists from all over the world came to for scuba diving and for the beaches. To Mika, it appeared that the woman they were coming to see had managed to find the one place to live that was out of the way and where none of the scenery that attracted people was visible. Depressing was how she thought of it. They stepped from the car without a word, Michael motioning to the now ever-present security to wait outside. He knocked on the door waiting patiently for it to open.

"Is she going to see us?" Mika asked, standing on the small doorstep of the ground-floor apartment.

Michael shrugged, "She doesn't know we are coming; otherwise, she would never open the door."

After what seemed like minutes, Mika heard someone shuffling, then locks unlatching, and the door pulled open a crack.

"What do you want?" said a woman's voice, flat, almost devoid of emotion.

"I would like to talk with you, Jessica, to see how you are doing," Michael replied in a surprisingly tender voice.

"Why have you come Michael? You know I don't want to see anyone, and you promised you would respect my wishes, and who is that with you?" The woman replied, the voice almost hostile.

"I have respected your wishes, but this is something you need to hear, something that may be able to help you, give you a second chance at life," Michael said earnestly.

Mika could feel the woman's eyes on her from the dimness of the room. There was not enough light to illuminate her features. "There is nothing the doctors can do, you know that; now leave me alone," Jessica said, closing the door in their faces.

Mika put her hand up, stopping the door, not forcing it open, just stopping it from closing. "Please, Jessica," she said, "I just want to talk to you; hear me out, and then I will leave. But please, give me a chance to tell you why we are here."

Jessica felt the voice wash over her, soothing her. There was something about it that made her trust the words.

"Please, Jessica," the woman said again.

For some reason, Jessica wanted to hear more of the voice, it made her feel good, and she stepped back from the door, letting the woman in.

"Thank you, Jessica," Mika said, stepping through the door into an almost dark apartment. Mika was glad Michael had warned her; the woman was severely disfigured, with burn scars across half of her face and extending down beneath the shabby clothes she wore. There was no hair on part of her head, just burn scars, and one hand was useless, the burn damage so severe. She moved with a limp; one leg mangled so severely it would never function correctly again.

Jessica made no move to sit down nor offer them a chair. Mika noticed she held a pistol in her one good hand, pointed at the floor. "Thank you, Jessica," she said again, "we will only take a few minutes of your time, but I wonder if I could see your pistol, please," Mika said, holding out her hand.

Jessica felt something tugging at her mind that made her want to trust this woman, and despite a warning in her brain, she found herself putting her weapon in the outstretched hand.

"Thank you," the woman said gently, making Jessica feel like she had done something good. "I am here to offer you a new life, one with a purpose again. I can arrange to treat your injuries, make them go away, and make you as beautiful as you once were. I know it sounds ridiculous, even cruel, to offer you something like this," Mika said before Jessica could interrupt, "but I am much more than I seem. I will tell you a story that will seem too fantastic to be believed, so let me give you a quick demonstration that what I am about to say to you might just be true."