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Electricity had still not been restored, so the Crocs were relying on their solar array and batteries for lighting the dark areas of the windowless warehouse. They displayed no lights outside so they would not draw attention from the National Guard, or anyone else for that matter. The streets were fairly secure now, so there was little to fear.
There was a general groan from the men inside when the lights all shut off at once, and they rummaged for their flashlights. Someone could be heard speaking into a radio, “Garrison, Check the inverter,” the voice said.
“On it,” came back an immediate reply. The radio crackled once more, but nothing was heard for a few minutes.
Wendy could see the outline of the man who spoke earlier now that she had crept closer behind him. He sat casually on a sofa at the edge of an open area they were using for living space. She heard him sigh heavily and raise the radio to his face, “Garrison! What the hell is taking so long?” he yelled into the radio. When he lowered his hands, Wendy put her knife under his throat and pulled his head back by his hair.
“Garrison is dead, asshole,” she whispered in his ear and began slicing across his throat, “and so are you,” she added as she finished. She held his head to control the arterial spray. As much as she would love to bath in his blood, she had to resist, at least until the mission was over.
Wendy could see Jenny creeping up on another man nearby. She grinned ear to ear as she witnessed Jenny pounce, and the man’s corrupt soul faded from his body. Their instructions were simple, kill all the Crocs that were evil and subdue any that were not. They were thrilled that Jarred had sent them out alone to accomplish the mission with such great autonomy. “There are a lot of ways to subdue someone without killing them,” she thought. It had not been an issue so far, if you worked for a criminal organization like this for any length of time, sooner or later, you would at least touch the evil spectrum. Wendy and Jenny continued their hunt.
“Come out, come out, where ever you are,” Tina could be heard trying to draw out the few remaining Crocs.
A flashlight highlighted her suddenly. “Who the hell are you?” a coarse male voice questioned.
Tina shielded her eyes and pretended to be scared, “Oh my god, I’m so glad to find someone!” she said in a high pitched voice. “I was so scared when the lights went out,” she declared.
The light suddenly clattered on the floor, followed by the body of the Croc behind it. Both Wendy and Jenny had attacked and killed him before he could react.
The three demonic assassins looked to the end of the room where Leon Murry’s office was, he was the only one left. Wendy laughed out loud as Tina called out, “Leon! Oh, Leon, where are you?”
As soon as the lights went out, Leon knew something wasn’t right. He locked the office door and turned on the battery-powered lantern he had on his desk and sat down with his pistol at the ready. He heard Mac called out on the radio to Garrison, “Garrison, Check the inverter.” Leon was getting more and more nervous as the blackout continued. “Garrison! What the hell is taking so long?” the radio squawked.
Leon could barely hear some indistinct conversation outside in the warehouse. One of the voices sounded like a woman. Leon blanched. “Could that be one of Chaos’s cohorts?” he wondered.
“Leon! Oh, Leon, where are you?” a woman called out.
“That was definitely one of Chaos’s women,” Leon said to himself and got ready. “I knew trusting that freak was a bad idea.”
The doorknob began to turn, and Leon opened fire.
Jeniffer let Tina assume the lead and followed her across the floor to Leon’s office, some light spilled from the gap below the door. Tina sauntered up to the door and grabbed the doorknob. As soon as she turned it, three shots sounded. The shots penetrated the door and Tina’s torso. Tina being a relatively small woman, was pushed back violently by the force of the munitions, and her hand dragged the door open as she fell back.
Leon stood excitedly when he saw Tina fall back and hit the ground, but his excitement turned to horror when she began to move and stand up. He gasped when Tina rushed forward, quicker than he had ever seen anyone move before, and grab the wrist of the hand the gun was in. He peed when Wendy and Jenny strolled into the room with huge grins on their faces.
“How are you alive?” Leon asked with a quiver in his voice.
Tina answered with a squeeze that caused him to drop the gun, “This body has been mine for only a few weeks now, and I really like it,” she said. “Look at the damage you did to it!” she screamed and punched him in the face. “It’s going to take hours for it to fix itself.” The wounds had already started to heal, and you could see the flesh pulling together where it had been pushed apart by the expansion of the bullet. As if to add an exclamation point, a bullet popped out of one of the wounds and clinked to the floor.
While Tina railed at Leon, Wendy pushed the desk aside and exposed the floor safe under Leon’s workspace. “Open it,” she said to Leon.
“If I do, you will kill me,” he said.
“We’re going to kill you anyway,” Jenny said grimly.
Wendy’s demeanor changed slightly, and she moved up to Leon close and whispered in his ear. “I’ve seen you looking at me,” she said. “I know you want me.”
Knowing that they were going to kill him kind of took some of the fear of offending her away. Leon was no longer afraid to offend the cold-blooded, murderous, red-haired goddess in front of him, after all, what was she going to do if he did offend her, kill him twice? “I do,” was all he managed to squeak out.
Wendy turned and wiggled her butt against him. “Open the safe, and I’ll give myself to you before you die,” she said sexily. Leon’s eyes rolled back in his head for a moment as his body reacted to her touch regardless of the situation.
“I’ll watch that,” Tina said and stepped away to a chair and sat. She began running her fingers over her own crotch to stimulate herself. “All this killing has made me horny as hell!”
Wendy’s rubbing against Leon continued, and he put his hands on her hips. “Ut, ut, ut,” Wendy said and pulled away a little. “Open the safe, and then we can go to pound town.”
Coming back to his senses a little bit, Leon knelt down quickly and punched in the combination to the safe before turning the handle and lifting the heavy door. He stood quickly once it was done and dropped his pants.
“You’re in a hurry,” Wendy teased him as she moved forward and stroked him through his underwear. “That’s a nice one,” she complimented him. “Get these out of the way quickly,” she commanded in a rushed tone.
Leon dropped his underwear, and Wendy continued to tenderly handle him as she knelt in front of him. His eyes again rolled back, and he surrendered himself to her attentions.
His eyes flew open a few moments later when he felt a sharp pressure followed by intense pain, and he wailed loudly and grabbed at Wendy’s hair. It was only moments before he collapsed to the floor.
Wendy stood and backed away with her bloody trophy in one hand and her knife in the other. “It really is amazing what men will do for even the promise of a little pussy,” Wendy said to the other two giggling women.
“He’s not dead yet,” Tina said, continuing to touch herself and staring into Leon’s eyes. “Don’t die yet,” she said and moved more quickly. “Almost there! Ahhh,” she said and relaxed as the life left Leon’s eyes. “Thanks for the good time, Leon!” she said.
Jenny laughed, “You two are too much!” she said as Wendy bagged up the contents of the safe and deposited the deflated tallywacker and testes inside before closing it.
It was late, but Staff Sergeant Williams could not sleep. He exited his tent and proceeded to the motor pool. A driver was assigned, and he directed him through the city ostensibly for an impromptu inspection. There were pairs of soldiers every few hundred feet standing guard on the streets. Curfew was still in effect for civilians.
“Pull over here,” Staff Sergeant Williams said, pointing. He sat there for a few moments and collected his courage before saying, “Wait here,” and exiting the Humvee. The staff sergeant marched up the steps and knocked on the door.
The door cracked open and then fully as the young man inside, holding a drink, recognized him. “What’s up, Eisenhower?” Jarred exclaimed like they were old friends. “Come on in!”
“I hated that movie,” Williams said as he entered.
“And yet you knew the reference,” Jarred said. “Want a drink?” he asked and indicated the bar on the wall.
“Why not,” the staff sergeant said and grabbed the bottle of jack and a glass. His actions and lack of volume did not go unnoticed by Jarred. He watched as Staff Sergeant Williams sought a chair and sat down. Williams poured a large glass of jack and drank half of it down before topping it back off.
Amused, Jarred sat across from Williams. “What’s on your mind, Staff Sergeant Williams?” he asked.
Williams laughed. “You know my title and my name?” he said. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”
“Why’s that?” Jarred asked and took a gulp of his drink.
“After the way you manhandled me mentally earlier, I shouldn’t be surprised that you know more about me than was presented,” he answered and took another long pull from his glass. Jarred nodded and waited. “How did you do that, by the way?”
“Are you a religious man, sergeant?” Jarred asked.
“A long time ago,” Williams answered. “I gave up on that crap years ago and began relying on myself.”
“This explanation might cause you to rethink everything you think you know, sergeant,” Jarred smiled widely. “Possessed you briefly and put you in your truck.”
Staff Sergeant Williams scowled at Jarred. “Don’t play games, son,” he said. “I’m not buying any of that happy horse shit.”
Jarred finished his drink and got up to make another. “Then what is your explanation?” he asked.
“That’s why I’m here,” he said. “To try to come up with an answer to what happened. Possession was not on my radar as a possible answer.”
“What if I told you I was demon spawn?” Jarred asked.
Williams looked Jarred over quickly. “I’d call you crazy,” he answered.
“Well, call me crazy then. I am one of the Devil’s sons,” Jarred announced and held his hands out in a “tada” type of motion.
“This was a mistake,” Williams said, standing up. “I’m not going to get any answers here.”
“The girls will be back soon, I had hoped you would be staying. They get so horny after killing. Having another man here might help!” Jarred said to the stunned staff sergeant.
“There’s a curfew,” Staff Sergeant Williams said. “If they are outside right now, they will not be home any time soon.”
Jarred smiled, “They are too clever to get caught by your soldiers and too tough to hold if they do,” he said.
As if to prove his point, the front door opened, and Tina and Jenny walked in. Wendy remained at the door in a lip lock with a soldier. When they parted, she said, “I’ll call you soon.” Wendy shyly closed the door.
“What a sap,” she laughed. “Promising to go on a date was all it took to get driven home!” She put the bag she was carrying down on the floor.
“By one of my men?!” the staff sergeant growled.
“By a whole group of your men,” she giggled and moved to the bar. “They were very grabby too, I wasn’t sure if I would have to fight or fuck my way out of that truck.”
Tina immediately moved to Jarred. “Mission accomplished,” she reported. “Thirty-seven more souls added to your count.” She stroked Jarred’s groin. “I took a bullet for you today. Three actually. Those holes are healing nicely, but I’ve got one that is just calling for you,” she purred.
“See what I mean, sergeant?” Jarred said to the bewildered man that stood in front of him. “Girls, see if you can convince the General to stay for a bit. Just don’t kill or maim him, please.”
As Wendy and Jenny approached him and began to gently undress him, Williams said, “You are the Devil.”
“No,” Jarred corrected him. “I am his son, and tonight you are going to experience heaven at the hands of demons.
“Lord, forgive me,” Williams said and began helping the girls remove his uniform.
“Don’t be a buzzkill,” Jarred warned, “or I’ll throw you out on the street.”