Gi Joe Cold War

[guyloveshotstories]

Scarlett and Duke

"Tell me something, Mr. Destro" Scarlett began, only for the bald man to hold up a hand to interrupt.

"Please, my dear, just call me Destro"

"Very well, Destro," Scarlett corrected, "What is it that you do?"

"My dear, I'm just a humble trader. I trade goods from the United States to any place in the world that would desire them."

"What sort of a trade?" inquired Duke. As the two of them talked, Duke was oogling the raven haired woman known as Baroness. She knew she was being eyed and liked it. She liked to show off and wasn't above flirting with people. Her dark eyes looked the American over. Wasn't as tall or as strong as her husband Destro, yet she liked the younger meat that Duke was. Out of the corner of her eye, Scarlett could see Duke chatting with her, sipping on his champagne. Good. That kept him out of the way to allow her to talk to Destro. She knew about him because she read the hasty mission briefing;

Destro was an arms-dealer. He sold weapons to everyone around the world. During the Second World War, he supplied them to both Germany and her allies as well as the real Allies. If Destro was here, then he had to have a major sale lined up for the Iranian president.

Looking about, Viola was nowhere to be found. Shit! Trying to maintain the cover, I walked rather briskly to the lavatories. She wasn't there. No one else but the bartender had seen her. Hope that she didn't get so drunk as to wander off.

Her concentration was interrupted when she noticed me approaching with a concerned look on my face. Excusing herself, Scarlett approached me and together we went to one of the back walls to be out of ear shot of the others.

"What's wrong?" Scarlett whispered, turning herself towards me so her lips couldn't be seen by anyone else.

"Viola is gone. She disappeared after visiting the bar. I think she's been compromised," I replied by whispering between my teeth.

"Shit," the redhead sighed, brushing a strand of hair over her left ear. "Okay. I'll get Duke and we'll pull out of here and begin a search. Meantime, you leave the party and head to the rally point and send the signal of what's happening."

"What about Viola?" I asked rather nervously.

"We'll look for her. She couldn't have gone far," Scarlet replied with a slight nod. "Keep yourself alert. We may be tagged. Take extra precaution getting back to the rally point. Get going."

With a nod I left the party, praying that Viola was alright as Scarlett stepped out of the party as well and began her search, leaving Duke to continue hitting on the Baroness.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Kidd

As Thomas Banks (AKA Kidd) walked away from the party 4 men started to follow him. They were middle eastern, all with shoulder-length hair neatly tied up in a man buns. Their faces were serious, almost anguished. 3 of them had beards, one did not.

Kidd saw them out of the corner of his eye. These were heavily muscled men and they were catching up to him quickly. As they got closer, the one without the beard pulled a hand gun from his pocket.

“Mr. Banks, stop, we wish to have a word with you.” The man stated.

Toxic

Blood was dripping from Toxic broken lip when she said “That was not very hard. You hit like a girl!”

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" The big man yelled

“If you are going to hit me. Really do it. I mean that last one was just a love tap. It got me kind of excited!” Toxic said with a bloody grin as she looked at the fake waiter.

“FUCK YOU BITCH” The big guy said and backhanded Toxic on the other side of her face. It was MUCH harder than last time and her chair jumped in the air a few inches before it fell over and slammed Toxic to the floor. There was a nasty “crack” sound as Toxic hit the floor.

“Boris!!” The fake waiter complained. “She is trying to piss you off, don’t fall for her shit.” The man said as he opened up a bag with torture instruments.

Boris bent over to look at Toxic, who was strapped to the chair laying side ways on the floor.

“Did you feel that bitch?” He asked her. Blood was leaking from the other side of Toxic's face. She replied but it was more a gurgle noise.

“What?” Boris asked with a satisfied grin on his face knowing his last hit had caused her difficulty in talking. Toxic tried to reply again, and Boris leaned in closer to hear her comment.

It was just close enough for Toxic to snap her head forward and bit into Boris’ throat! She bit down as hard as she could!!

Boris screamed in fear, surprise and agony as he pulled his head back. That action ripped a large chunk of flesh out of his neck. Blood was spraying everywhere, Toxic had severed his carotid artery. He would dead very soon.

Boris’ last backhand had also broken the left arm of the chair. Allowing her enough leverage to push herself back on her feet. Her left hand was free, although the chair’s arm was still tied to it.

The fake waiter had his back turned getting the torture tools ready. When he heard the scream, he turned around. It took him a second to figure out what was happening. It was a second he did not have. Toxic pushed her chair around, so the back of the chair faced the man. She slide across the bloody floor and slammed into the fake waiter.

“Ughhh” The man grunted as he was pinned between the desk and chair. He grabbed for any weapon he could find. His hand landed on a scalpel. He held it up with a gleeful smile on his face. He would cut Toxic’s throat and watch her bleed out, just like Boris had bled out.

Too bad, Toxic left arm came around with all her force behind it and smacked his arm holding the scalpel. The extra sharp instrument plunged into the fake waiter’s throat. The man froze for a second.

"W-wh-?" He sputtered, as blood flooding over his tongue and bottom lip, poured down his chin. Toxic used her left arm to give the man another powerful upper cut. He fell to the floor was dead in a minute.

There was blood everywhere. Toxic used her free hand to pull out the scalpel buried deep in the fake waiter’s neck. She cut the ropes holding her feet and hands. She got up and was ready to escape, but realized her clothes had blood all over them. She took off her dress, grabbed a clean bed sheet and made a toga out of it.

As she departed the room she said “Looks like Destro needs to add some new blood to his organization!” She frowned “That was an awful pun! How about… There was a lot of bad blood between us... no I can do better”

Toxic walked down the hotel hall trying to think up better puns when she ran into Scarlett.

 

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"If I were a drunk girl at a party, where would I go?" Scarlett thought to herself as she walked the ornate halls of the party. The music and talk faded away as she made a few blind turns. Her heart was starting to pick up, her ears perked. That was a sign, she felt, that she was close to something. Her instincts were kicking in that she was close.

Rounding a corner and pausing for a moment to get her bearings, Scarlett heard a door open and close. A man, dressed as a waiter, was seen rather hurriedly going away from her. Strange.

"Excuse me! Oh!" cried Scarlett, falling to the cold floor. Her shoes were not made for this. Or she wasn't made for walking on heels. "Oh! Ow! I need help!" laying on her side. The waiter stopped and looked back, nervously holding his hands together. His dark eyes were on the attractive redhead so helpless and alone. "Oh, please. Help. I've fallen. These damn heels, they're so hard to walk with" Scarlett beckoned.

Hesitant, the waiter approached as Scarlett held out a hand with a smile. The man took her hand and carefully helped her to her feet. Painfully rising her her feet, Scarlett straightened herself out before her heels gave in once more, making her body fall onto the good samaritan that now found itself pinned to a wall with a busty, good looking redhead staring at him in the eyes with a wide smile. "Thank you" cooed Scarlett. Her chest was pressed against him. She could tell he was both nervous and being aroused. "Is there anyway I can thank you?" The man quivered, stammered, unsure. Scarlett snaked her gloved fingers through his dark hair. "Perhaps there's something else you can help me out with real quick, okay? I'm looking for a friend of mine. She's blonde and real attractive. Goes by Viola. Have you seen her by chance?"

The man hesitated.

He knew something. Scarlett could feel it. He just needed that tipping point. Carefully she ran her fingers through his hair. "If you help me, I'll make it worth your while. I'm a knockout."

"She-she left, going down that way" pointing to his left down the hall. "About five minutes ago."

Her lips came within an inch of his face, "Thank you," as her fingers slide down his face. In a flash, thinking he was about to score, the man was slammed into the wall and collapsed in a heap. Standing over him, Scarlett whispered, "Told you I was a knockout," before slipping off her heels. "Damn these. Next time, I'm wearing flats."

Kidd

For someone that just wanted to talk to me, they were doing a lousy job of it. I was a fast runner, but these shoes weren't made for running. My instincts, my training, was telling me to make a run for it. I had to confront them. There was a small knife in my belt. That wasn't going to hold up against four men with one brandishing a pistol. There had to be a stand. Running through the city would expose me and endanger the others. With a false smile I stopped and turned towards them, "Is there a problem, gentlemen?"

The man with the pistol, without a beard, stepped up with a small pistol in his right hand. It was held low to not attraction attention of passers by, but it was also in sight to know they had it if I tried to run. The other three surrounded me, fists held tight as if flexing. "We have questions for you," said the man no-beard man as he stood in front of me just outside arm's length.

"Questions? Well, free to ask" I chuckled, staring at him intently.

"Your invitation, please?" he demanded in a serious tone.

"Certainly" our organization ensured we were covered by doctoring an invitation for all of us. As soon as the paper left my pocket, the man to my right grasp and ripped it from my hand. He read it and said something in Arabic before handing it over to no-beard who read it and was confused. Him and his buddies spoke back and forth for a bit. "Is there a problem?" I interjected.

"Sir, you'll need to come back with us. We have questions" No-Beard continued to demand.

"What's this all about?" putting my foot down. This time they were getting pushy. The man to my right grasped my shoulder with a firm hand and started to push me along. There was another man breathing down my neck.

"Come with us" No-Beard continued to beckon.

"Look. I'm sure I can explain. But, please, don't grab me. I don't like being grabbed."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic and Scarlett

“Hi” Toxic said to Scarlett with a small smile. There was a big bruise on the right side of her face and a small one near her mouth of the left side of her face. Her lip was broken, so she could only manage a small smile without too much pain.

“You look like shit” Scarlett commented

“I feel like it too.” Toxic agreed. “Hey, Kidd is in trouble. They know we are not brother and sister.” She added.

“Shit… I sent him to the rally point” Scarlett replied. “Let’s go”

Toxic looked down at her make shift Toga dress and asked “I lost my gun… You got a spare?”

“No” Scarlett answered bluntly.

"Crap" Toxic said. then she saw a room serve cart in the hallway. "Time to improvise" she said and grabbed a streak knife and slipped it in her Toga.

a minute latter, Scarlett and Toxic walked out of the casino just as Kidd surrounded by the 4 men were walking back to it.

“I’ll distract them” Toxic said to Scarlett.

As they got close. Toxic looked at Kidd. “Oh Thomas… I have been looking all over for you. One of the gamblers said I have a nice pair, what do you think?” Toxic asked as she pulled open her Toga exposing her big breasts to him and the four men.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

This wasn't how I wanted it to go down. Then again I was outnumbered. They escorted me back towards the hotel and at its steps came Toxic and Scarlett, the former wrapped in a improvised toga which caused me to squint in disbelief. Wondering what was going to happen next, my *sister* approached with a complaint and flashed herself. All four of my captors froze and stared at this indecent exposure. Perfect. I pulled myself free of the man holding my arm before slamming my elbow into his nose with a sickening crack. The man stumbled backwards holding on to his bleeding nose with one hand and throwing a haymaker with the other.

Scarlett lunged for another man, grasping his shoulders with both hands and slamming her knee into his gut, forcing all the air out of his lungs before pushing him back and watching him fall onto his back.

Toxic, breasts still flopping, slammed her foot onto the third man before giving him an uppercut to the jaw. She's positive that several teeth broke as the jaws were forced together.

That left the forth man, no-beard. He drew his pistol onto Scarlett as the closest target. Seeing him draw down, shouting something in Arabic, I slapped the pistol down before throwing a right hook to the man's temple with all of my might. The man stumbled and dropped the pistol where it clattered onto the concrete. I kicked the pistol away as the no-beard man was then punched again by Toxic for good measure.

Taking up the fallen pistol, Scarlett dropped the magazine, cleared it and handed it over to Toxic, "Here. You'll need it. Let's get out of here. I'll hail a taxi."

"What about D-' catching myself, "Edward?"

"He'll figure it out," Scarlett huffed as she hailed a cab. "right now he's making googly eyes at some baroness." When a taxi pulled up to the curb, Scarlett opened the door and ordered us in as the goons continued to groan in agony. The driver was perplexed until Scarlett shoved a $20 into his face saying, "No questions and this is yours." Like bandits we made it out in a jiffy.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic

Everyone was quiet during the taxi cab ride back to the hotel. It was when they all were safely in Toxic’s room and could not be over heard that Scarlett asked what happened.

“I screwed up” Toxic admitted right away. “I blew our cover, Kidd did nothing wrong. I’m an idiot!”

Scarlett took a deep breath. “We can keelhaul you later.” She said using a Navy term “But right now we have a president to protect, give me some options. What can we do now?” She asked her team.

“Kidd and I have no cover. I’m sure Nader Tajik will not let us near the president. It is up to Duke and You.” Toxic pointed out to Scarlett.

Scarlett thought for a moment.

“I’m not sure I have a cover either. The 4 men that were trying to capture Kidd saw me.” Scarlett pointed out. “A Texas housewife usually does not know hand to hand combat.”

“Wait…” Toxic said as she had a brilliant idea. “The people screwing with us were the bad guys. They were not trying to protect the president. Those guys are aligned to the assassins. The guy slapping me around was named Boris. He was not Iranian.”

“I see where you are going with this, but you and Kidd can’t get near the president. Iranian security will know there is something fish about you two.” Scarlett pointed out.

“Yes… But if we focus on screwing with the bad guy network away from the president it might affect the assassination attempt. They might know we are on to them and run away.” Toxic pointed out.

“Ok, you and Kidd will start tomorrow. Tonight put some ice on those bruises and get some sleep.” Scarlett ordered. “Oh… and Toxic no more screw ups”

“I understand” Toxic replied.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

It was a long wait at the hotel. Scarlett slipped out of her dress into some civies as Toxic nursed her wounds and hangover. I got into some civilian clothes as well before giving some more ice and Asprin to Toxic as she draped herself on the couch, ice on her wounds. "How are you holding up?"

"Urr, I'm okay, Kidd" groaned Toxic. "The room has stopped spinning. I'll be okay. Just let me rest."

Nodding to this I let her be and went into the bedroom to find Scarlett lounged on the bed deep in thought. "You okay?" I asked sitting beside her.

"Yeah, just thinking she replied, staring up the ceiling. "Just worried about Duke. He should have joined back up with us by now" folding her arms over her flat stomach. She wore a simple blue cotton t-shirt, hair messy around her shoulders.

"Should we go look for him?" I suggested.

"No. We do that we risk running into those fuckers again. Best to lay low," the redhead said before stretching out her legs that were covered with khaki slacks and crossing her ankles.

"If I may," hesitant to say, "Were you and Duke ever together?"

"No," she said firmly. "Though I wanted to be...once. When I first joined I thought he was hot," pursing her lips then chuckling. "Look at me. I'm talking like a high-schooler. But, yeah. I thought he was all that until I went on a few missions with him and realized what a bag of shit he is. Constantly fucking, constantly exposing himself. I know he deliberately wanted me on missions just so he could get me alone to fuck me," holding up a finger. "I'm not some floozy rear-echelon chick or some nurse in the rear. I joined because they thought I was the best of the best. To be an female agent is considered a great honor and I will not be treated like a whore."

I could see her eyes were watering as her emotions were coming up. She kept it in check. She tried so hard to keep her discipline. Had to admire that. Toxic was someone more carefree with her emotions yet maintained a discipline that go her out of trouble by thinking on her feet and being aggressive. There was a lot to learn by these two.

Turning her head slightly towards me, "Kidd, if you ever make it far in this unit, do me a favor-don't become Duke. As appealing as he is to be a one man army, his personality is grating. If I had my way, I would have shot him in the head a long time ago. Just don't tell anyone I said that."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic

Morning arrived and Toxic was up. Her face actually did not look too bad. A little make-up and she looked pretty normal. Her split lips were the only real sign she had been slapped around.

She headed down to the lobby to meet up with Kidd.

He was there already sipping on some Turkish coffee.

“How can you drink that?” She asked Kidd in shock. Then the waiter came by, she smiled at him “I want, what he is having… only stronger”

She LOVED Turkish coffee.

“Ok… here is the way I see it. The Iranian security forces will be looking for us. So will the assholes that attacked us yesterday. Normally, I’d show myself and flush them out. But we can’t do that, because I’d probably flush the Iranians security forces out instead. So we are going to do this another way.” Toxic explained.

Her coffee arrived and she took a sip. “MMMMM” she moaned in pleasure almost like she was having an orgasm. Then she continued talking.

“So there are two dead guys in that casino hotel. I’m sure that was not planned. I’ll bet the bad guys will want to clean up that mess before the security forces find out. So we head back to the casino and sneak in. Catch the bad guys cleaning up and follow them back to their hide out! Bingo, we know their place of operation. We screw everything up as much as possible!! Mission complete.”

She finished smiling at Kidd. Took another sip of her coffee. “ohhh god yes” she moaned to herself as her body quivered in joy. Then she looked back at Kidd. “Hey one more thing. I like you. Last night was not an act. I was hitting on you because I want you so bad, I can barely control myself. I promised Scarlett no more screw ups… but I never promised anything about other kinds of screws. If we succeed with this mission… I’m hoping you will invite me to sleep in your room tonight!” Toxic finished with a sexy smile.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

Waking that morning, cleaning myself and getting dressed, Scarlett asked for me to stop by her room before heading downstairs to see Toxic. "Duke came 'home' last night around 3am," she sighed in bitterness.

"Shit. Where was he?" I asked.

"With that Baroness," the redhead scoffed. "I couldn't get a anything else out of him edgewise. I think he fucked her, or at least tried to. There's a strange smell to him, smells like ladies' perfume." That was Duke, she said. If he isn't fighting, he's fucking. Scarlett wouldn't be accompanying us on our mission today. It was just Toxic and I. "Listen, Toxic is rough around the edges, but she's a good person. So are you. Just don't feel pressured into doing something you don't want to do, okay?"

Flash forward to the meeting with Toxic and trying Turkish coffee, I was at first stunned at Toxic's open-nature, first with the coffee and then wanting to bed her. It baffled me that I sat there with the cup to my lips and eyes wide staring at her as she finished her drink, lathering the rim of her cup with the tip of her tongue in a circular fashion with a low hmmmmmm, all the while her eyes gave me an intense leer.

This is what Duke would call an open invitation. Toxic wanted to bang me. Don't get me wrong, she was greatly attractive, but I being the soldier and agent that I was, wanted to keep focus on the mission. As hard as it was to say, I had to answer Toxic's offer. "I like you as well, Viola" still maintaining the cover. Can't be too careful about who was in the area. We were on our own out here. "But we must keep ourselves on course. Anything else is secondary" my voice coming to a whisper. Too many people around here, too many strangers.

Waging an eyebrow at me, Toxic leaned in, "Just so you know, you can do whatever you want during these missions to help maintain our cover," giving a subtle wink. My eyes widened.

Standing up, I said with a smile, "Let's get going. We have a long ways to go." Together we hailed a taxi and headed towards the casino, but didn't stop in front of it. Instead we went a couple of blocks down and observed it from a distance. If the clean up crew was here, they would be inconspicuous, we thought. Two bodies had to be covered up. Too messy to chop up and dispose. I was thinking they wrap them up in carpets and ferry them away into a unmarked van or truck. Toxic kept herself close to me, sitting right along side with her head on my shoulder, keeping up a facade. I think it was an act, a pretty convincing one as she giggled and whispered things into my ear. To the average stranger going by, we were in infatuated lovers. In truth she was whispering things to my ear, "See that tall man with the white shirt? He's one of the cleaners. He'll go in and come out to fetch that length of carpet with one more man, watch." A minute or so later, that happened. "That's the clean up crew."

"Should we go in?" I asked rather eagerly.

"Let's get a little closer and find an opening," Toxic suggested then giggled. We walked across the street towards the casino until pausing when we saw an alleyway that led around to the back. Grasping my hand, Toxic jerked me down the alleyway. Sure enough, there was a backdoor. "The backdoor is always open" she giggled, "Just so you know."

Duke and Scarlett

Duke awoke to find a fuming Scarlett standing at the foot of his bed. "What happened?" the man groaned, his body lathered in sweat as his body strangled him.

"You were gone all night" Scarlett hissed through her teeth. "It's bad enough that you tried to blow your cover, now you're fucking around with a potential target?"

"It's for the mission, Red," Duke groaned, propping his upper body by his elbows and resting his head against the bed's headboard. "That's all it is," wiping his sweaty face with both hands.

"You're a drunk, Duke" Scarlett fumed. "What did you do?"

"To be honest, I don't remember," he smirked. "I had a few drinks and then everything went head over heels. I think I made out with her in a backroom, I think."

"Jesus, Duke. Does her husband know?" the redhead crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"I don't think so. Then again, I don't know what happened" snickering at himself.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic and Kidd opened the back door and found themselves in a stair well.

“Time to get you up” Toxic said still trying to make naughty puns.

They climbed the stairs to the correct floor and entered the main hall way. They walked to the room that had held Toxic and Kidd held his ear to the door.

“We’ll dumb the bodies in Chitgar Lake.” A voice said inside the room.

“No way, traffic to get back to the railway station is awful. Let use the construction site across the street. We’ll just pour concrete over them. Easy”

“You’re the boss” the other voice agreed.

Kidd’s ear came off the door “Let’s go, I know where their hide out is” he told Toxic.

They headed back down the stairs and made it to the car. Soon they were on their way to the main train station in Tehran. They parked their car so they could face the street of interest.

“The hide out is across the street from that construction site” Kidd explained. Pointing to the construction site. There were a series of restaurants/cafes across from the site. All had customer out front eating at tables along the side walk, except one. The one place looked closed with boarded up windows.

“It will be that one.” Toxic said. She reached into her bag and pulled out her big knife and a bag of explosives. “I like going in via the back way… and then let’s stick it to them! Followed by an explosion of joy!” She joked.

Kidd and her made it across the street and behind the restaurants. There was a back door to the closed café. Kidd used his combat knife to snap off the lock. They went inside. The place was dark, but there were voices coming from the front room.

Toxic and Kidd moved to the door leading to the front room. Before they open it Toxic saw some papers on a table near the door.

“Wait” she whispered to Kidd. She grabbed the paper with Razmara name circled. The other circled names were Riad Bey al-Solh, the Prime Minister of Lebanon, and Abdullah, the King of Jordan.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

That could mean only one thing, a hit-list. "We gotta warn Scarlett" I whispered. These guys were going for the heads of the country. For what means? Obviously to create a power vacuum. Tehran was a cosmopolitan city and the country itself was heavily westernized. Yet, with the spread of communism and socialism after the world war, these places were unstable and vulnerable to outside influence. The Prime Minister and the King were highly pro-western and were crucial for the country's influence. As long as they were in power, the people would follow their lead.

Warning our partner would come after we find out what how these goons were going to do this. Toxic carefully put the papers back. We couldn't take it with us for this snooping mission or else the goons would suspect they were being followed. No. We had to observe and make a calculating move from there. As tempting as it was to go in guns blazing just yet, patience was a virtue. As eager as ever, Toxic had her knife and explosives ready to go as we crept a little closer to the door to the front room and placed my ear to its face.

On the other side I could hear several men talking and working. There was the rip rip rip of what sounded like a hacksaw or cutting and the overlapping chatter of men in Arabic and thickly accented English.

"Hurry" one man hissed.

"I'm trying" another replied. "This blade is dull."

Taking out a sliver of paper and a pencil, I jotted down what they were saying for translation later as Toxic was surveying the room. Her keen eye was looking for a weak point in the building, or a key structure that would make this building fall on itself. Done correctly, it would kill this entire group and cease their activities. Might even appear as an accident.

"These ones are done" another man replied, then came the dump of heavy items into a plastic bag. "This stinks. This is worse than a slaughter house."

"You wanted to do it this way, we're doing it!" warned the first man.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Buildings, like all structures, are designed to support certain loads. Toxic noticed a few of the structural beams in the room which showed deformation due to excessive load. Buildings like the one she was in, had been added to, increasing the weights above the support beams. Weakening the beams under the right circumstances would cause the building to collapse.

“Kidd, if I weaken those two beams, this whole place will come down.” Toxic explained in a whisper.

“Good Idea” Kidd agreed.

Toxic quick placed two small charges on each beam and plugged in the detonation timer. She set the timer to 30 seconds.

“Ready?” She asked Kidd. He nodded “Yes”.

She started the timer and they both quietly got out of the building via the backdoor. They stopped about 20 feet from the building and waited. Then they saw one of the men enter the backroom. If he found the small charges she had planted, the whole mission would be ruined.

“Shit” Toxic gasped getting ready to run back into the building to stop the man. But the explosions and then the complete collapse of the building stopped her. No one could have survived all that weight crashing down on them. Kidd and Toixic were quickly in a thick dust cloud caused by the collapse. They both could hear yelling as people came running to the collapsed building.

“Let’s get out of here” Toxic suggested. They made it to their car and drove back to the hotel.

“The mission was successful… Scarlett and Duke are protecting the president… So we have some times to kill. I think you need to invite me somewhere…” Toxic hinted.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

"What do you mean?" I asked, not sure where she was going. We had accomplished our mission, sure. There was still lots to be done.

Toxic laughed as we entered the hotel and she went and sat at the foot of her bed. "Seriously, are you a virgin?" pouting her lips, "I'll make it easy for you, how about you and I have some fun?" placing the tip of her left index finger between her lips and slowly crossed her legs. "You're a boy and I'm a girl. And I want to have some fun with you!" that somehow rhymed. As if to hammer the point further, she cupped the base of her large chest with both hands and hiked them up. "I know you've been staring at them," Toxic continued. "You just had to ask."

"I...uh..." my cheeks blushing red. This didn't feel right. Slowly backing up towards the door, I felt as though this was another world.

Seeing me go, Toxic stood up and marched straight to me and pinned me to the door, "Where are you going?" asking in a somewhat defeated tone. "I know it's your first time. I'll go gentle on you," smiling with a flash of teeth. "I'll take the lead and we can try some things, kay?"

"I...uh... listen..." I began to say before looking down and seeing her massive jugs pressed against my chest. "Listen, Toxic...I like you, but I don't think this is right."

"Not right?" cocking an eyebrow. "How much more right does it need to be? Don't worry, I won't tell Scarlett or Duke. Chances are, he'll be fucking someone and Scarlett is a prude to worry about what I do."

"That's just it," forcing myself to say as I looked her in the eye. "I can't do it."

"You have a little trouble?" she giggled. "Don't worry. My hands are very skilled. Nothing goes soft in them," as she placed her chests on my stomach. "What are some of the things that you would like to do to a woman, or rather, to me? Hmmm? Doggy? Maybe some anal?" leaning in and whispering with a low, seductive tone, "How about filling my mouth with your seed?" sending a shiver up my spine.

I'll have to admit, I was being turned on. But I didn't want this. Toxic was highly attractive and if Duke were here, he would say to mount that ass. But I was being a prude by wanting to hold myself for someone specific. Being as keen as she was in studying a person, Toxic was seeing my hesitation and knew it was much deeper than being a virgin. Leaning back a bit, she blink, "You're saving yourself for someone, aren't you?" I nodded reluctantly. "Scarlett?"

"Yeah" coughing nervously.

Stepping back, Toxic removed her hands, "Oh. I see" turning away with this defeated look on her face.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic

Toxic felt bad for not seeing Kidd's desire for Scarlett. She felt bad for pressuring him and she felt bad because she might have ruined their professional relationship with her actions.

Kidd walked out of her room. Toxic closed the door and sighed. She wanted to go down to the bar and drink heavily, but she knew that would only lead to more problems. But what could she do to make her self inflicted hatred go away?

She did not know. She just stood there staring at her closed hotel room door trying to think of something.

Scarlett and Duke

Prime Minster Haj Ali Razmara arrived at the Shah Mosque at noon for the memorial service for Ayatollah Feyz. He was flanked on both side by his security detail which accompanied him inside the ancient structure.

The mosque was considered to be the most significant architectural monument in Tehran. It had been consecrated in 1825. The grand courtyard was accessed from several parts of the Grand Bazaar, the commercial heart of the capital. Security teams guarded all these known entrances.

The Baroness and Destro had funded the digging of a tunnel to provide yet another way to access the grand courtyard. Their men had quietly killed the guards on the second floor over looking the courtyard. The way was clear for Khalil Tahmasebi, a radical Islamic, to get into position prior to Prime Minster’s arrival.

Duke and Scarlett were inside the mosque awaiting the Prime Minister’s arrival. If there was an attempt on his life, it would most likely happen inside the mosque. They had guessed wrong.

The prime minster, Haj Ali Razmara, an anti-communist and great supporter of the common people of Iran, was shot dead in the mosque's grand courtyard.

Duke and Scarlett, still undercover as a Texas oil family, heard the shots and the wails of the people. They both knew, almost right away, their mission had failed.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

I felt horrible. Sitting on my bed in my room, alone. Toxic wasn't a bad person. Sure a bit carefree, but overall a good person with a good heart. However, I just didn't feel the connection between us. I wasn't like Duke to fuck the first pair of legs or tits that presented themselves. There had to be a connection, and that, I felt, was between Scarlett and I-at least that's what I thought.

Sitting and contemplating for a long time, perhaps half an hour, I felt that I could go back and apologize to Toxic and better explain myself.

That ended when a great wailing was heard deep inside the hotel.

Down in the reception area of the hotel, a woman was wailing with all her might at the news broadcast on the radio, Haj Ali Razmara was dead. There was little to go on at that time other than someone shot him. Who or why was not known. For Toxic and myself, the answer was obvious.

The busty blonde knocked on my door, trying to maintain decorum less it betray her identity. Opening the door, she pushed her way in and shut the door behind. "The Prime Minister is dead. There's going to be a sweep the area to look for suspects. Pack your bags. We'll wait here for Scarlett and Duke. When they're here, we're getting out."

"If we go the airport, they'll immediately suspect us" I quickly pointed out. The airports will be closely guarded, if not shut down."

"Exactly!" she nodded. "We're find another way. Get packing!"

Scarlett and Duke

There was chaos as people ran from the gunshots. One of them was Khalil Tahmasebi. The assassin threw away his pistol as he ran through the throng of spectators and newsreel personnel, trying to blend in.

Having not seen the shooting itself, both Duke and Scarlett tried to get towards the Prime Minister. His two bodyguards had their sidearms out, covering his body with theirs as a doctor tried to get to him.

With all the people trying to flee, Scarlett tried to scan all of them, seeing who stood out. She caught the glimpse of a man. To her, he stood out because he wasn't full of fear. It was determination. "There you are" she growled, spying the man running away from her down a sidewalk and around a building a block away from the mosque. The assassin rounded the corner and was dealt a blow to his stomach that doubled him over at the feet of Duke and Scarlett. The redhead hoisted the man to his feet by his shoulders and threw him against the wall. In his language, she called him, "You traitor! You killed your leader, why?!"

The assassin smiled and replied, "For the people!"

Given some time to work him over, Scarlett produced a small stiletto from her thigh and pressed it against his neck, "Who ordered this?" She wasn't going to kill him. That's what he wanted, to become a martyr. Instead, she was going to give him a series of cuts to inflict great pain and coax some information. Pressing her body against him, Scarlett growled, "You will answer me, or I will make you scream."

Glancing down at his chest, Scarlett found several papers inside the breast pocket of his coat. Taking them out and handing them to Duke, Scarlett continued his interrogation. Before she could get any more answers from him, a pair of police officers came around the corner. In a flash, Scarlett grasped him by the collar, spun him around as she dropped the stilleto and Duke dropped the papers. The redhead then screamed, holding up her hands to her face as Duke punched the assassin in the back of the head, knocking him out cold.

Sprawled at Scarlett's feet, the woman pretended to cower against the wall as the officers drew their pistols at the three. "The man attacked my wife!" Duke barked as the police piled onto the man, slapping a pair of cuffs on him.

 

[milkmaiden38]

The Get Away!

Toxic called the extraction folks and arranged for a pick up point. Kidd and her quickly packed their bags and called for a cab. Then they waited. After 30 minutes, Toxic got nervous.

“This is taking too long. We are not going to make it. I’m going to pack Duke's and Scarlett’s bags.” She explained to Kidd. “Warn me if the cops show up” She added and headed to Duke’s room. 10 Minutes later she returned with everyone’s bags. She loaded everything into the cab.

That was when they saw some Iranian police cars show up at the hotel across the street.

“Ok times up. Get in the cab, Kidd.” Toxic said.

“We can’t leave them.” Kidd countered.

“We will… we have to. Get in the cab. That is an order.” Toxic stated firmly. Kidd did not move. His eyes locked with Toxic’s. Then Scarlett and Duke walked up to them. Toxic looked away from Kidd and grabbed Duke’s big arm.

“Let’s go” Toxic said “Everyone’s bags are in the cab, and I want to blow you after we get out of here!” Toxic said to Duke.

“Fuck… now we are talking” Duke said in excitement. He letting Toxic lead him to the cab. “Scralett and Kidd back seat, Duke passenger side” Toxic ordered.

“But?” Duke started to question Toxic.

“Just do it…” Toxic said.

The police across the street were returning to their cars.

“Sir… can you help me open the truck?” Toxic asked the cab driver. The cab driver got out of the car and headed for the rear of the cab. Toxic slipped behind the wheel of the cab and started the cab's engine.

Without another thought, she put her foot to the floor. She knew it was a stupid thing to do, but something had triggered her fight or flight mechanism, and she had chosen flight.

The cab peeled out... racing towards the main street out of the city. Their rapid departure had drawn the attention of one police car. It was following them with lights on, but Toxic was faster.

“That was stupid, bitch! We are going to get road blocked.” Duke grumbled.

“I called for an extraction… we’ll miss our flight if we don’t speed. YOU took too long coming back to the hotel.” Toxic answered as she slammed on the brakes and turned the wheel. The cab slid perfectly on to a dirty road.

The cab bounced over the ripples left in the dirt road by rainwater. Toxic had only a vague sensation of control. The cab shimmied along as if it was on ice, and she turned and the slid the car sideways as another dirt appeared. A cloud of loose gravel and dust was sent into the air, she straightened out the car headed for a dirt runway ahead.

On the runway was a C-121 Constellation, side door open. Toxic pulled up to the door as everyone scrambled to get on the plane with their bags. Toxic was the last on the plane. which took off as the police car got on the airfield.

“Prefect timing” Toxic pointed out.

“Where are we headed and when do I get my blow job?” Duke asked.

“Jordan and never… you called me a stupid bitch” Toxic replied.

“Why Jordan?” Scarlett asked

“Kidd, show her what we found. We have another assassination to prevent.” Toxic said.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

The four of us sat side by side on the Constellation as we reached 30AGL. "When we followed some of the guys back towards the casino. They were disposing of bodies. In there we found a paper with names circled including, The other circled names were Riad Bey al-Solh and King Abdullah."

"You think they're going to assassinate them?" Scarlett whispered.

"I think so," I nodded to her. "They're crucial to maintaining western ties with the West. I'm not well versed in history or politics, but I know that King Abdullah has hinted at making peace with Israel."

"If they do that, it would be the start of a peace in the Middle-East," Scarlett nodded. That was at least some good news coming towards us.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't put much stock in it," huffed Duke as he stretched his limps and cracked his knuckles. "If one country makes peace, I doubt the others would do the same."

Shaking her head at his pessimism, Scarlett asked Toxic, "When you gained this intel, what happened to the people you were tailing?"

With a smile, Toxic said, "We brought down the house!"

Shaking her head and blinking several times, she didn't understand this metaphor and silently begged for an explanation. "Explosives and load-bearing beams" holding up her two hands as if to clap then slamming them onto her lap.

"What happened to you guys?" I asked.

Either of them wanted to admit that they had failed. Duke groaned then looked out the window as Scarlett lowered her head. "I'll...explain." Holding up a hand, she glanced at Duke, curled her lips, then looked back at us, "Chances are, we'll be pulled from this OP. The Prime Minister is dead. Killed by an assassin."

"Shit" gasped Toxic, confirming the news.

"We were able to seize the assassin..." Scarlett whispered, then stopped herself and ran her hands over her lap several times. Stopping the assassin after the kill was still a failure. They failed. But Scarlett was taking it more personal than Duke who saw it as nothing more than a nuisance. "We'll head to Jordan."

"Who is doing this?" I asked.

"I don't know. The man we got didn't seem like the kind that would be able to plan and carry it out on his own and on a whim. This and the other things feels calculated and part of a larger organization."

"Communists?" asked Toxic.

"Perhaps. But whoever it is, wants these men dead so they can take the heads off the governments and leave the people vulnerable and open to be exploited or go into revolt," said Scarlett as she stabbed a finger into her right thigh.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Vice Admiral Twain and General Colton

The radio call was patched into the C-121 comms suit in the cockpit. The whole team (Duke, Scarlett, Kidd, and Toxic) were gathered around the radio. The pilot and co-pilot could also hear everything that was said.

Vice Admiral Twain had asked to talk first, to Toxic.

“Lt Commander, THIS OPERATION WAS A COMPLETE SHITSHOW!!” He yelled. “A FUCKING DUMPSTER FIRE!! AND IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT!!” Vice Admiral yelled.

“Don’t sugar coat it, Sir. Tell me what you really think!” Toxic replied back calmly, trying to make a joke.

“DON’T JOKE WITH ME COMMANDER!!” The Admiral yelled back. “DO YOU KNOW THE FUCKING COMMIES ARE TRYING TO DESTROY OUR WAY OF LIFE!! THEY ARE MAKING MOVES ON IRAN RIGHT NOW” He screamed. Then He was quiet for a moment while he got a hold of himself. It took over 20 seconds. In the mean time, Toxic and everyone else waited. Then the Vice Admiral came back on the radio.

“I’m pulling you from this field work and putting you behind a desk. You will ROT there until I figure out how to court marshal you for this stupidity!!” He explained. “When this plane lands in Jordan with you on it, book a return flight to the US ASAP. Do you understand” He ordered her.

“Yes Sir, when the plane lands with me on it, I’m to return to the US.” Toxic repeated back to him.

“Good” The Admiral said “General Colton, the radio is now yours.”

General Colton’s voice was calmer than Admiral Twain, but in some ways that made it scarier.

“Duke, Scarlett, Kidd, the mission failure was not directly your fault. It is clear to me that Lt Commander Viola Bailey let you down. However, I still need to recall all of you. We’ll be sending in another team to take over from here. You all did your best, but it just was not good enough. Any questions?” He asked.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

We stood there, taking the punishment until the line went out. Then we stood there again in intense silence trying to figure out what we were suppose to do. Duke gritted his teeth then stomped away into the next room where he could be heard bitterly cursing at no one in particular. He didn't blame himself, of course not. But he did blame someone. They caught the assassin. That wasn't good enough. There was no replacing the Iranian Prime Minister.

I stood there thinking, what was I going to do? This may be my last mission in this unit. When we arrive back in the States, chances are, we were going to be broken up and sent to some 'penal' unit in the middle-of-nowhere. There was the image of the Alaskan islands, those tiny islands with no native inhabitants and only a cluster of buildings where it's constantly frigid and you're isolated and alone. That was how I image spending the last years of my enlistment before being kicked out the door.

Pursing her lips and shaking her head slightly, Scarlett glanced at me then turned to Toxic who was deep in thought. Having not known the blonde all that long, Scarlett could tell that she was thinking of something, a loophole. "Allright," Scarlett smirked with her half-pursed lips, "I want in."

"Excuse me?" Toxic blinked several times, coming back to reality.

"C'mon. I know that look," beckoned the redhead. "You're thinking of a way to get around the Admiral's orders, and I want in. We're fucked if we go back to the States and there's no telling if the replacements they're sending are going to be any better than what we have right now."

Giving a widening smirk, Toxic nodded, "Well, the Admiral did say that, when we arrive in Jordan, that we're to book a flight back to the States ASAP. Well, suppose that there's a freak storm at the airport and it cancels all the flights for the next week or so."

"A week?" balked Scarlett, folding her arms to her chest. "That's a tall order. How are we going to conjure up a storm for a whole week?"

"I'm not a meteorologist" smiled Toxic, "But I could 'talk' to a few of them that work there. Perhaps one just sliiiiides in after alternating its course?" her right hand sliding away from her body.

"Yeah," nodded Scarlett in a agreement, "Weather can change on a dime." Then she turned to me, "You said that the King of Jordan was on the hit list?"

"Yes," I nodded, straightening myself up. "These Heads of State are being knocked over in a row. It has to be the work of a large organization rather than a run-of-the-mill nationalists."

"Right" nodded Scarlett. "There has to be financing, training, and organizing..." as she trailed off, the three of us stood together and pondered. For some reason, the thought of Destro and Baroness came up. There was no real rhyme or reason to it. They just stood out. They were arms dealers, but as far as we knew, they were legit businessmen, or business people. But it struck us odd that such a distinguished person would be in a developing nation at the time its Head gets cut off. That wasn't hard evidence.

"When we were at the party, Duke was all over Baroness" Scarlett tersely said, sickened by what she saw of a grown man being hands-on with a married woman, and the married woman liking it. "Then he disappeared with her. Maybe during their 'discussions' she revealed something."

"More like, he revealed something to her" Toxic snickered.

"I heard that!" Duke roared in the next room. He came back from his pout session to the leers of two women and me, silently asking what they did. Not to our surprise, Duke didn't remember much because he was plastered.

"She had a great rack" Duke replied, his eyes glancing at both their sets. "And her accent was sexy."

"Allright, hotstuff" Scarlett rolled her eyes, "When we land, you're not going in undercover."

"Why not?!" Duke roared in defiance.

"Because you'll fuck everything with a hole!" Scarlett hissed.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic has another plan!

Everyone settled down for the remainder of the flight. Toxic sat next to Duke which actually brightened Duke’s mood.

“Finally came over to get some Duke meat!” He said to Toxic.

“Actually, you nailed it. My chances with Kidd are zero. So, if I’m going to get some cock… you are it.” Toxic said.

Duke was smiling now. "Is Kidd gay?" he asked.

"No!" Toxic corrected him. “Want to join me in the bathroom?” Toxic suggested.

“See you there in a moment” Duke agreed. Toxic walked to the bathroom and went in. A moment later Duke joined her. It was a small space, but there was enough room to fuck.

“Come here, honey tits!” Duke ordered Toxic grabbing her shoulders.

“Wait a second. I need to tell you something.” She protested.

“You love me and can’t live without me… I got it. Now let’s fuck” Duke said for her.

“Duke, just shut up for moment.” Toxic said. “The weather plan is bullshit. What I’m planning on doing is jumping out of the plane before it lands. The Admiral was real clear “when this plane lands with me on it, I’m to return to the US.” If I’m not on the plane when it lands… I don’t need to follow the orders.” Toxic explained.

“I get it… that is pretty smart.” Duke complimented her.

“OK, here is the good part. When I jump out. You, Scarlett, and Kidd need to find me. You can’t go back to the US and leave a team member behind. Even a fuck up like me.” Toxic said.

“You are not a fuck up. You are someone I want to fuck” Duke said.

“You got the plan?” Toxic asked.

“Sure. But why not tell the others?” Duke asked.

“Trying to protect Kidd and Scarlett. They will only hang you and me for this stupidity!” Toxic explained.

“And I always thought women with big tits were stupid!” Duke said.

“Duke… you are a charmer!” Toxic said sarcastically. She reached down and unzipped his fly. “Just a blow job this time. I want our first fuck when we have more room to enjoy it.” Toxic promised.

She pulled out Duke’s cock and it was a big one. The guy might be an ass, but he had good equipment! She went down on her knees as she stroked his cock.

Duke’s cock grew hard right away and had a pronounced upward curve to it. Toxic always found it a lot more difficult to blow a curvy cock without losing control of it at some point and having it pop out of her mouth.

She had developed sufficient oral skills to tame even the most unruly of cocks and she applied the best of those skills in dealing with Duke's man meat.

She sucked on the tip and licked down the shaft. Then her mouth went over the head of Duke’s cock. He loved it. He could tell Toxic LOVED sucking cock and was getting off on it. Soon Duke’s big curvy fuck tool was gliding in and out of her mouth.

Duke grabbed her head and fucked her face. “Oh fuck you have a sweet mouth.” He moaned. Toxic had done too good a job. Duke soon gasped "Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down!"

Toxic pulled her mouth off his cock right away. Her spit dripping from Duke throbbing cock.

“Whew, that was close!” Toxic said. But it was too late. Duke cum blasted out of his cock right into her face. She knew she couldn't put the toothpaste back in the tube, so she grabbed his cock and jerked him off right at her face. Allowing him to finish his orgasm with joy. The cum shots from his curved cock landed on her forehead, eyelids, nose and lips.

“Fuck” Duke moaned “You are such a whore.” He misinterpreted what she had done.

“Duke, please get out… I need to clean up” Toxic said. He got out of the bathroom. Toxic cleaned up. Then she got out and checked in on the pilots. She made sure she knew the right time to jump out of the plane.

20 mins later

Toxic was standing and adjusting her gear. Then she reached up and grabbed the parachute off the cargo plane side wall. She slipped it on with one smooth move.

“See you all soon!!” She said as she grabbed her gear and pushed open the emergency exit door. She saw Scarlett and Kidd getting up to stop her. But she used her explosive speed and launched herself out of the plane. She cleared the wing with ease. The wind whipped through his hair and she had to close her eyes and tuck his head to negate the force of the wind on her eyes.

At the right minimum altitude, she pulled the chord to open her chute and floated to the ground near Amman, the capital of Jordan.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

We saw Duke and Toxic go into the back and knew what was going to happen. Scarlett rolled her eyes. "Gotta get that action everywhere he goes" muttering under her breath.

Moments before her dramatic exit, Scarlett and I were sitting together trying to put our thoughts into a cohesive plan when we heard Toxic exclaim, "See you all soon!"

We only made it a few feet towards her and she was gone. "No! Shit!" screamed Scarlett, running to the open door. About 2,000 feet down and behind was a billow of a good chute. "Fuck!" before closing the door, her body chilled by the thin atmosphere.

"What was that?" I asked Scarlett as the plane pressurized.

Slumped against the closed door, panting for breath, Scarlett sighed, "Toxic's gone. She bailed."

"Bailed? Where? Where are we right now?" I asked.

"We're at the Jordan/Iraq border," Duke surmised. "Don't worry, Kid. She's got a plan."

Wearily standing up, running a hand through her red hair, Scarlett pursed her lips then walked down the aisle towards us two men standing there, me perplexed and Duke with that smug grin on his lips. He was satisfied for two reasons, getting to blow his load onto Toxic's face, and second is the plan that they were going to execute.

"I hope that she told you what that plan was before she jumped," huffed Scarlett, her hands on her hips.

"It's simple," nodded Duke to her, "She's following the Admiral's orders to the letter. Our mission now, is to find Toxic."

"Find her?" balked Scarlett. "Fuck! How are we suppose to do that?"

"We're trained professionals, Scarlett," Duke said, his smile widening, "Also, we don't leave members behind."

Gritting her teeth, Scarlett had to agree. "When we land in Jordan, we'll arrange transportation and go find her. The pilots should note the coordinates when she bailed and weather conditions. That will give us something to work with. Question is, how do we get the right transportation for the desert?"

"Don't worry, sugar tits. You'll figure it out," Duke chuckled then reached out and playfully slapped Scarlett's chest, only to be cold-cocked in the jaw, knocking him down. He forgot, he wasn't dealing with some low-rank plaything back in base.

Scarlett then turned to me, "Kid, when we land, I want you to try and track Toxic's location, give us something to work with. I'll get us some weapons, supplies, and wheels."

"How are you going to do that?" I asked.

"Sugar tits" she growled.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic

She sat in the back of a rattling and smoking pickup which seemed old enough to be of archaeological value. She smiled to herself.

"If I had smaller tits, I might have had a seat up front." She said to herself. The farmer’s wife had caught her husband ogling Toxic’s chest. This resulted in her being placed in the bed of the pickup truck. Toxic knew her big tits probably got her this ride. It also meant she could still turn some heads.

“Your tits did not work on Kidd” Toxic said trying to keep her ego in check. It had been a while since she had been turned down. Kidd's rejection had really affected her. It was one of the reasons, she blew Duke in the bathroom. Her whole ego was tied into being so hot, no man could turn her down. Blowing Duke was like a quick check she was hot enough to get him.

“Kind of a low bar” She laughed to herself, as Duke would fuck anything. She thought about Kidd. He is a good man and has his eyes set on Scarlett. She just needed to accept that and move on.

“This is how I like!” She said “Operating on my own. No interference from Duke, Scarlett, or Kidd.” But she knew that was not totally true. She missed them and their support. Well, if she wanted to keep the squad together, they needed a win. They needed to stop the King’s assassination!

“How do you find assassins in Amman?” Toxic asked herself. She thought for a moment. She knew it would be a team effort just like last time. There would be a group of them. They would most likely survey the assassination spot, and run a few practice attempts before the real thing. They would need guns… unless they brought their own guns into the country. They’d need fake IDs, a place to stay, transportation… that was a lot of stuff.

Toxic smiled “I think I need to check the rail station, large convoys of trucks, and/or the airport cargo planes. The stuff would be coming from Iran near the date when we left.”

 

[guyloveshotstories]

When we landed in Jordan, the three of us were rather perplexed that Toxic would jump out on her own and leave us to find her without any real clues. But, Scarlett thought, that was the whole idea. If we didn't go through with the rescue, if we were discovered and detained by our military, then there was plausible deniability for the three of us, making this plan entirely on Toxic.

But we weren't going to let a fellow Agent behind, no matter how reckless she was. Part of me thought that Duke was going through with the mission just so he could finally bed Toxic. Me, I was being noble and going to rescue her because it was my duty, as was Scarlett.

The pilot gave us the rough coordinates for the bailout, the Jordan/Iraq border. If the winds were right, it would have blown her back into Iraq. Even, there's no telling if she was picked up or what.

Scarlett and Duke had a plan, I was just tailing along. When we land, we were to get ourselves a set of wheels, load it down with supplies, and go searching the desert for Toxic, following the only clues that the heads of state were next on the kill list.

As soon as we disembarked the aircraft, there were two US Navy intelligence agents waiting for us, saying that were being detained for questioning and then asked for Toxic's whereabouts. "We don't know" we all replied. That wasn't good enough for them. As a few more agents boarded the aircraft to search it, us three were led away to small interrogation rooms. Before I went into my room, Scarlett whispered, "Tell them nothing" before being led away. She gave me a subtle wink.

Sitting the cramped room, on a flimsy chair, behind a cheap table, an intelligence officer sat across from me and immediately rambled out questions, never giving me any chance to answer. I knew this trick. He was trying to get me flustered. By talking so much he was trying to overload by brain, get me angry and flustered so that I would either yell or shut down. I wanted to give him my side of the story, how we tried to our best to stop the killings. However, this agent wasn't letting up. He wanted to know everything about the mission, even what clothes I was wearing. How was I suppose to remember that? Then came the questions of Toxic. The agent wanted to know if she and myself were involved romantically. If we were, that was none of their business. Then again, what was to be expected in this world. If there was a man and a woman together on a team, then they had to be in some sort of relationship, married, boyfriend/girlfriend, fuck buddies. There were no platonic partners, just relationships.

As painful as it was to endure, I kept my lips shut, arms crossed and avoided eye contact because I really wanted to deck this agent. For perhaps an hour this went on, nonstop questions until a knock on the door put an abrupt stop to it. The agent stood and turned towards the door, opened it a sliver, then was knocked in the face by the door with a wicked crack. The man slumped to the floor and in the doorway was Scarlett, buttoning up her blouse.

"I said nothing" I jumped up.

"I know" she nodded. "Let's go! Duke's waiting on us." We hustled out of the airport terminal into the warm Jordan sun that was overwhelmingly bright. There was Duke sheltering under an awning with a desert painted Jeep loaded down with boxes and barrels. "How did...?" I began to ask before I jumped in.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic

The large commercial freight train hissed and blew stream like some kind of monster! A relic of a lost age, the stream engine was part of the Hedjaz Jordan Railway. The train was arriving from Damascus at the Amman train station. It was the only cargo train that arrived in the city. Trains, as Toxic found out, did not do well in this part of the world. Desert nomad trended to pull up the tracks for fire wood! Track up keep was expensive. But for Toxic, a single delivery location made her surveillance problem easy.

She was sitting at a small café adjacent to the tracks, sipping her Turkish coffee. She wore a more traditional Jordanian dress, with a round head covering. There was a veil attached but she had pulled that up, so she could enjoy her coffee.

“It is too hot, to wear all this clothing.” She grumbled to herself. She would have preferred to wear one of those French bikinis, not only because it was cooler, but because it was thought to be risqué and scandalous! Two things she thought worked with her personality!

As the train stopped, people and workers disembarked. Cargo began to be offloaded. That was when she noticed the Baroness and her husband Destro getting off the train.

“Bingo!” She said to herself. The chances of them being in Tehran, and now showing up here was very low. They were involved in these assassinations. “Take that Admiral Twain! Your “fucked up” operative just made a major discovery!”

“Now how can I get make sure Duke, Scarlett, and Kidd make the same connection” She thought to herself. A thought popped into her head that made her smile.

“Time for some action!” She said out loud and headed for the women’s bathroom, with her gear bag.

10 mins later

Toxic came out of the bathroom wearing only her panties and her bra. She still had her “hat” on with the veil down and her combat boots on. All her other clothing was in her gear bag, which was on her shoulder. She grabbed a glass bottle from the café as she walked out. The men in the café were too stunned to say anything as she tossed her bag into the car she had stolen. She pulled out her two colt .45 hand guns from the bag. She put one in her panty waist line and held the other. She walked right towards Baroness and Destro, and the unloading train.

“You two are killers!” She screamed in a drunken slur as she took a swing from the bottle. “ASSASSINS!!!” She screamed and aimed her gun and started firing. She emptied the clip, not hitting either Baroness or Destro. Both of them had to dive for cover when they heard her start firing. She pulled out her other gun and again emptied the clip. Then Toxic ran back to her car and drove off. She disappeared into the crowded city. 10 mins later reporters and the police showed up. There were many witnesses all talking about a blonde, busty, drunken, American women that was shooting a gun while drinking from a bottle.

The police looked at the side of the train engine and neatly spelled out in bullet holes was the word “Bar + Des”

 

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One of the things pilfered in our dash was a radio. Duke drove down a semi-hardened road with Scarlett in the front passenger seat with I sitting behind tuning a radio. In our wake was a swirl of dust and dirt as we past many people walking towards the city, pushing carts or herding animals in the sandy fields on either side. Jordan was a lot more advanced that I was lead to believer. There were many lush green farming fields and city structures being built up around us.

Looking back over her shoulder towards me, Scarlett asked, "Anything?"

"Not yet" shaking my head in disappointment, wearing a simple headset to tune out the ambient noise. A few minute later, there was the crackle and a flurry of excited words, many voices overlapping one another in the rush to get it out first. It was hard to discern, I could get out 'American' 'breasts' 'shooting' and 'train'. Those phrases persisted. "Hold on," I said. "I'm getting something." A voice in the distance called out 'blonde bimbo' and that immediately caught my attention. "I think I found Toxic" saying it out of the corner of my mouth, trying to jot down the note on my paper, only to get thrown forward when Duke hit the brakes, him barking, "WHERE?!"

"Amman train station. Police reports that a 'blonde bimbo' shot up one of the train engines before taking off," I said, hearing the voices as both my partners looked back at me.

Taking out a road map of Jordan, Scarlett traced a previously established reference point then tracked the station. "Got it. We can get there in a half-hour. Floor it, Duke!"

He obeyed.

Indeed, we were there in about a half-hour and the place was still a crowded destination of onlookers with the police not making effort to corral them for their investigation.

Parking a couple of blocks away and lowering himself in his seat, Duke's eyes narrowed as he stained at the old steam locomotive, people clambering onto the engine to see the bullet holes, turning it into a carnival rather than a crime-scene. "No ambulances, no body bags, no casualties" the seasoned veteran replied.

"That must be our flare" Scarlett surmised. "Toxic must have gotten the drop on something here and wanted us to home in on it." He took out and used a pair of binoculars to see what everyone was gathered around. "Bar and...Des....Des? Bar
+ Des?" He looked over at Scarlett who wrapped a scarf around her long red hair to conceal herself. It took a minute for them to figure out 'Baroness and Destro'.

"They must be here" Scarlett nodded. "That train. They must have arrived on that train, perhaps with a shipment of arms."

"We're close," Duke tapped the steering wheel before carefully coaxing the Jeep out of the area. They needed to find a place to lay low while we plotted our next move. We were on target.