"Charlie, this is bad business. Our people will mutiny and go after this guy if we don’t act fast. Federation Command has authorized me to use ANY and I mean ANY means available to get our people out alive. If it were up to me I would send a strike team and lead it myself. But if that happens the captured SEALS are likely to be killed on the spot. I have contacted the other SEALS commanders and convinced them to hold their people back and let me handle it. We have 36 hours effective three minutes and thirty seconds from…Mark."
"Petty Officer Young, now that you have agreed to take the assignment, here is the other half. Federations Command has authorized me to turn over to you any monies I receive from the collector for your "sale" once you get back. It won’t be even close to what you rate as a reward, but it’s a gesture that will not go unnoticed by the SEALS community during election."
I had one question…"When do I start?"
"As soon as you can change into a combat uniform and get some bruises from Billups."
Well that is how it all started, and like the true veteran he was, the Captain took me to Titan under mild sedation with a hypnotic suggestion to remember my entire surroundings even while drugged. It saved my life. He was in negotiations for over an hour but when a genetic test proved that I was me, the buyer paid over 85 Million for me. When the collector asked the Captain how he had captured me, the Captain said that he hit me with a drug and that was enough to slow me down for the capture. Of course his three broken ribs and the freshly broken nose he sported added a lot to the story. The collector bought it hook, line, and sinker.
As soon as the Captain was out the door, the collector raped me, painfully. Look, you take it up the ass ‘dry’ and then you can make comments about such things. I shit on him, which got me another broken rib. After he was spent, he freed my legs long enough to get my trousers and panties completely off. Then he made a mistake, he took the binders off my hands. He was dead before he hit the floor.
The search was on.
First his computer. As part of SEALS training I have received ocular implants that allow me to see in different light spectrums. His password was "Stella" (of course), obviously an obsessive-compulsive personality. He had the SEALS in his pleasure garden with a total of 17 other slaves he owned.
I reprogrammed his environmental system to drop oxygen to the compound environmental system low enough to cause anyone not suited up to pass out. Then I released all system locks between his pleasure garden and this office, and completely locked down the rest of the compound.
Next I e-mailed the Captain to send in the rescue team.
Finally I put my clothes back on, used his shirt to clean myself as best I could before the team arrived.
Just as I was buttoning my trousers back on, I heard someone approaching the inner door, the door that led to the pleasure garden. I hid beside the door and as it opened I was though and had almost killed the person on the other side before I recognized her as one of the captured SEALS. Turns out that when the locks were engaged/disengaged she was waiting for them and had left the garden without waiting for backup. A glance behind her showed me that she had managed to let someone know anyway. Down the hall three other SEALS were approaching with eighteen women trailing behind them, plus a brace of bad guys armed to the teeth sneaking up behind the women.
When the last woman was in I secured the hatch and ran the program that I had setup on the computer. All oxygen was expelled from the environmental system within 30 seconds and the exits were de-pressurized, in preparation for the rescue party. I started searching the room while one of the other SEALS tackled the computer for a complete data dump of the collectors’ computer to the strike teams delivery vehicles.
Looking around I noticed something didn’t add up, there wasn’t 17 women, four SEALS, and me in the room. There were 18 women, four SEALS, and me. One of the women had to be a plant. I re-ran the inventory of women listed as part of the pleasure garden in my head and got one blonde who didn’t belong. She was bound and gagged with her own blouse within seconds. I then got the three SEALS who were not busy with the computer to help me search the rest of the women. They were clean. No guns, no knives, no weapons of any kind. The blonde was packing a cleverly concealed garrot’ in the lining of her trousers and a lock pick in the bracelet on her left wrist.
About this time we heard running feet outside the door to the main entrance. I stationed myself to the left of the door and motioned for one of the other SEALS to do the same on the right side. Then I told all the women from the pleasure garden to turn with their faces to the back left wall of the room.
The door burst inward explosively and the first guard through willingly lent me his weapon. After all being dead made it hard for him to refuse me. Not one to hesitate I convinced the second guard to lend his weapon to one of the other SEALS. His death was a little bloodier. Then they started to back up and crowd together. It was like shooting fish in a barrel.
Some shouted "Dupont Spinner!" and I saw a grenade go flying down the hall. Diving for cover I saw the guards down the hall scrambling to do the same just as the blast hit them. Scratch five bad guys.
"Ammo!" shouted the woman to my right as she slapped a fresh magazine into my left hand. Slamming it home into the housing I mumbled my thanks and took aim down the hall.
Then I heard it, the sound no combat vet ever forgets. I heard the screams of those who were wounded. Lucky for me, most were men, which means ‘bad guys’ at this particular time. What I didn’t hear was the sounds of battle in other parts of the compound.
"Where is the damn strike team?" I asked. Stupid question; The strike team would already have been there if something hadn’t gone wrong.
The bad guys seemed to have recovered from their shock and started at us again. We were out of grenades and I was down to one 200 round magazine left in my weapon. Every shot had to count.
Switching to semi-auto I started shooting. First down the hall, first to die. Sgt York hadn’t lived in vain, I wanted the bastards to know I was picking them off. It would slow them down and make them think twice about charging me. Then I started shooting to wound. A man who is gut shot will scream for help. A man who has a hole where his balls used to be will scream, period. After I slowed the initial charge, I started shooting at their balls. The psychological effect was instant, they not only stopped coming, they started backing up. Then one of their officers decided to order his men to attack in mass. He, of course, led the attack from behind. After I had shot the balls off four of them, they turned and ran. Leaving him alone in my crosshairs. I decided to shoot off his ears instead of his balls. He was found later with his balls cut off and stuffed up his ass. He was still alive to stand trial a month later, and I talked the judge into sending him to prison instead spacing him. Last I heard they were still using him as bitch, even after he went insane.
I realized we were trapped in that office, so I got one of the other SEALS to relive me at the door and rigged the computer to drop the entire compound to zero pressure with the exception of the area we were in. I calculated that left me about 60 bad guys to kill. I guess things weren’t so tough after all.
By this time I figured it was my turn to attack. Grabbing a weapon and heading down the hall, I blew three bad guys away within the first 20 seconds. Without stopping I snagged another weapon and some ammo from one of the dead. Glancing back I saw the other SEALS coming after me. Or at least three of them, the other was organizing the women and gathering weapons in the hall. As we came to doors I was handed a grenade and tossed one in each door before I would pass it.
