Contract Free Arulco: The Bitch Must Die!

Day 30: Cambria Mine

Sara was tired. The battle for Cambria had lasted a week and Sara still wasn’t sure if the fighting was over. The Arulcan Army, either under the direction of their Generals or the Queen Bitch, was not easily giving up Cambria. For every two feet of ground that the liberators took of Cambria, the army took back a foot. Of the six Cambrian sectors (including the central SAM site immediately to the south of Cambria), the army took back five which prompted Sara’s squad or Kilroy’s squad when they reached Cambria to take them back. Every mercenary Sara had under her direct command was in Cambria somewhere, shoring up their defenses or healing.

Sara wasn’t happy about the healing part. The army caught her twice with her pants down. Using the same tactic even! She was not happy at all. When her squad took the western middle urban sector, the army brought in reinforcements on their north western flank and quickly pinned down Sara’s squad. Sara thought it was the Drassen counter attack all over again. While she and her squad were healing from that, the army counter attacked the hospital and bombed out university sectors. The hospital sector was recovered easy enough, but at the university sector again the army brought in a second unit to flank them. Luckily no one was killed in either attacks, but multiple were wounded.

And it didn’t get any easier as a few hours ago a squad of All Blacks attacked the mine sector, wiping out all but two of the militiamen she had just trained. Sara was certain that if her squad wasn’t there to assist, the mine sector would have fallen a second time. The closer they got to Meduna, the harder it was going to be because the more firepower the queen threw at them. Counter snipers, grenade launchers and mortars were only the half of it.

Kilroy’s squad had a real surprise waiting for them at the central SAM site. The queen bitch had brought in Mike, the AIM legend who passed on AIM for more money elsewhere. More money from the fucking Queen of Arulco! Sadly for the Queen, she didn’t get her monies worth. Mike had jumped on the roof of the control building and Terror, who was flanking from the north with Grunty had spotted him. At that distance she didn’t know who he was, just the third such defender to jump up on the roof and like the first two, Terror with Grunty calling in directional support to Kilroy, dropped all three of them in coordinated sniper fire. It wasn’t until they were assaulting the control building and Grunty was skulking across with roof when he startled everyone by yelling out, “Holy Shit, this is Herr Mike!” Grunty paid for his indiscretion when after he jumped down from the roof one of the two defenders inside shot him in the back. Good thing he had ceramic plates reinforcing his Guardian torso armor if not the AET 9mm ammo fired from the silenced MP5 would have ended his life.

Sara didn’t know much about Mike other than what she had read about him. He was the ultimate mercenary, someone who had set the bar so high that not even the deceased Ivan or the cool Shadow seemed pale in comparison. That still didn’t keep Sara from thinking he would have been a right bastard to deal with in person.

Sara thought about checking with Gus. He had said that once they took Cambria, Scope and he would join them. They had been in country for a month now and she really wanted out of this cesspool. As she took out her satellite phone Hamous approached.

“Crazy lady go crazy again.”

‘Fuck, not now’ was all Sara could think. After the last week, she didn’t want to have to deal with Ira yet again. On the way to Cambria Sara thought Ira was getting better. That was not the case at all. After they took the western urban area, gunshots sounded and everyone thought the army was counter attacking but it wasn’t the army, it was Ira. Thinking she was Robert Duval in Apocalypse Now, Ira was walking around to each of the dead soldiers. After sizing up their face she would declare if she knew them or not. If she said she knew them, she would pick up their fallen weapon and unload the clip into their dead faces. Of the thirty or so fallen soldiers, only one she had passed judgment still had a head attached to carcass. When Robber asked her if she needed to go to such brutal lengths, she calmly said, ‘Yes’ before she blew the next dead man’s head off with his own Neostad shotgun.

There was much debate that night about what to do with Ira, but the fact of the matter was that with the army constantly counter attacking, they needed her. Sara didn’t have the heart to tell her compatriots what she saw hours later in the early morning. Sara had woken, the pain from her latest bullet wound was sharp and they had run out of the small supply of Regen Gus had previously sent. After consulting with Kilroy, Sara decided not to tell Gus they were out. Something about the drug didn’t sit well with the two female mercenaries. When Sara had seen that Ira wasn’t in her blanket, she went looking for her thinking maybe that Ira had started the militia training early that morning. But the sector was clear of activity and Sara was about ready to turn back to her sleeping bag when she had heard a moan.

Sure that the moan was Ira and wanting to make sure that she wasn’t hurt Sara followed the sound into the woods where she thought she saw movement. Before she could call out Ira’s name her vision adjusted to the early morning light and what she saw made her expel last night’s dinner on to the cold ground. Ira was doing the despicable. Ira was mounted on the one soldier whose head she had not blown away because the PP 93 he had dropped only had two rounds in it. Rigor mortis had set in and Ira was using him for her own demented pleasure. Ira was pulling her nipple rings with one hand while yanking painfully on the ring between her legs.

As Sara bent over with the dry heaves, Ira loudly finished, standing up, she let loose a stream of urine that splattered onto the dead man’s face, filling the two cavities his PP93 had left. After wiping herself, Ira got dressed and told Sara that she would be waking the current batch of trainees in ten minutes. Sara dropped to the ground after Ira walked away and couldn’t stop the tears and sobs that escaped the tormenting images flying across her mind.

This was not an isolated incidence but it took Ira’s depravity that much deeper into the bowels of hell. Previously Sara and others had notice equally odd behavior from the plagued New Yorker; behavior that flew in the face of common sense. Ira repeatedly had been seen fondling herself, specifically where she was pierced which contradicted her constants complaints of how she hated her permanent rings. Ira took the fondling even further because when they would stop for the night, she would toss and turn until her frustration built to a level where her only relief was to strip naked. Her moans of frustration would change to other moans in the night.

Ira’s corruption didn’t stop there. During a lull after one of the first Cambrian counter attacks, Big Al dragged Sara away from training one of the militia volunteers on the proper cleaning of a SMG to show her what Ira had been up to. Ira had found a stray dog and was trying to entice the scrawny mutt to lick between her legs while Robber could only stare in disbelief. Hamous had followed Sara and Big Al to see the rangy mutt run away from Ira and scream her frustration at the retreating animal. When Hamous asked if Sara wanted him to show Ira how to get the animals to ‘love her right’, Sara eyes bulged even further and quickly shook her head no. Too much information, way too much information.

When was it going to end, Sara asked through her sobs. Wiping her face, she called Gus on her satellite phone, hoping he would have the answer to Ira’s sickening riddle.

“Woody! How’s my favorite girl.”

“Not good. We, I need to talk.” Gus did his part and listened before giving Sara the answers that he had.

“Woody, after I checked out the official Arulcan website, I paid a guy to do an intense web search on anything Arulcan or similarly related. He found some small tidbits, but they were like a trail of crumbs that lead to even bigger morsels. There are a slew of porn sites coming out of Arulco, mostly S&M. The Queen is making money hand over fist with her little Sex Slave trade. Once this information was uncovered, I forwarded it to the shrinks at IMP who I had do the original write up on the Queen Bitch. This information had the quacks change their write up a bit. Now they say the Queen really hates weak females, hates them with a passion. Hates them so much she has a want to degrade them in the worst possible way.”

Sara couldn’t understand why a female would want to hurt others of her own sex like that or how she was so successful.

“It’s drugs Woody. Regen and a few choice other drugs are giving to the girls during the slave processing. Drugs that makes them endorphin levels off the chart so they are constantly horny, so they want to fuck all the time. My inside man came through when I asked the right questions. The girls are brainwashed Woody. And the top girls, the most successful ones, the ones that wear a collar? They have to earn that collar by doing three of the most despicable acts the Queen Bitch could think of. Fucking and sucking a dog for a week while subsisting off of their own vomit and feces. I tell you Woody, I have had enough. I am coming in country now. I can’t sit on my ass anymore, action needs to be taken on a personal level. I should be there in the morning. Sheila took another assignment but should be available in three days or so.”

“You coming? Really?”

“Sure enough Woody. Skyrider will have me in Cambria in the morning.”

“Skyrider? Where the fuck are you?”

“HA, on my yacht Woody. Where the fuck would you expect me to be?”

“Yacht?”

“Sure, that yacht that dropped off Sheila in French Guiana, that is my baby.”

Sara felt her blood explode. “YOU MEAN YOU HAVE BEEN IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD THIS ENTIRE TIME? YOU FUCKER!”

“Woody, Woody, relax darling, it ain’t no thang.”

“Where the fuck are you?”

“Right now?”

“Yes, RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”

“Woodrow, enough with the hysterics.”

“WHERE?”

“Right now Woody, I am parked in the bay of Meduna.”

”MEDUNA!”

“Yes, Meduna, I have been watching all sorts of activity, including arms shipments. Thankfully the bitch hasn’t been getting any tank parts but she has been getting a bustle of small arms.”

“But…Meduna?”

“This is also how I have been able to keep in contact with my inside man. When I leave the yacht, my pilot is going to take her away, she will be close enough by but definitely out of harms way.”

“And you are taking over the command, yes?”

“Yes, Woody. I will be the man, Ira will be my problem. One more thing about the Arulcan Sex Slaves Woody, Ira is the odd man out, as you can see most but not all of her ‘training’ stuck. A lot of the girls that are left there, the training is complete and they can’t imagine a life outside of being a Sex Slave.”

“So what do we do for them?”

“Nothing Woody, that will be Miguel or whoever is in-charge once we put that Queen Bitch’s head on a pike.”

“But that could easily be Klaus! Did I tell you that Tony had a third Pet?”

“Yeah, not surprised, Klaus is trying to duplicate the Queen’s Sex Slave for exportation to rich Arabs who want an old style harem. Tony is one of the guys who is running the newer slaves through their paces. Those first two are Tony’s personal pets though, his property.”

”Okay, that sort of makes sense now; when Red made a supply run to San Mona with Biff, Flo and MD, Tony sic’ed his pets on them. MD must have been a virgin because as soon as the naked pet rubbed up against him he spuged in his pants. Their story is all conflicting but it seems like none of them put up very much of a resistance to the pet’s sexual assault.”

“Tony charge them?”

“No, but Red didn’t walk out of there without spending some money on ammo and some forty mike mikes.”

“Hmmm, maybe we shouldn’t send Red and crew back there again…”

“But I thought they were our ‘mules’?”

“They are Woody, they are. What is the time estimates for moving out of Cambria Woody?”

“Uhmmm, Kilroy’s squad should be ready to move out at first light. I am not comfortable leaving Red’s squad here because the last two attacks wiped out close to forty militiamen. We have two massively undefended sectors here, when the army comes, and they will come, I don’t think they will be enough to stop them.”

“You have to be proactive Woody. Per your reports, the militia fights ten times better when you or one of your squads are there, so maneuver to counter each thrust by the army. Red’s squad should be enough for this.”

“Are you serious?”

“About what Woody? The counter maneuvering?”

“No, Red’s squad; you know, Biff, Flo and MD.”

“I thought you liked MD?”

“He is a cute guy and kind of sweet and he is the one that I want patching me up, but am not so sure about putting holes in the bad guys.”

“They will be enough Woody, they will be enough.”

“But if they are countering how will they be able to train the militia?”

“Cambria isn’t that big Woody, they need, what five, fifteen minutes tops to respond somewhere in Cambria? They can do it. Actually, now that I am thinking about it, maybe I should take control over Red’s squad.”

”But I thought you were going to take over mine?”

“Nah, you are doing a bang up job there Woody.”

”But…”

“But what Woody?”

“I don’t know. Just the thought of another rifle or twenty in a firefight would be a real help. Us going against a squad or two is rough, but doable. Those ambushes where they send one squad at our front and flank with two more is a bit more unnerving, like they are stretching us to breaking.”

“So you want more bodies Woody?”

“Yeah, the closer we get to Meduna the harder it is getting. Kilroy says as much as well. She hasn’t asked for more help, Terror seems to think she should be counted twice, but I am sure Kilroy would sleep easier with more bodies.”

“Okay, Woody, you took Cambria. With the resources coming from the mines, I can send you Bull or maybe Grizzly. Big boys so you and Big Al sleep well at night.”

“Funny, Gus, real funny. Hey, there may be another option. Another local.”

“Naw Woody, Miguel isn’t ready to release Carlos or himself.”

“No, another. One of Miguel’s runners mentioned a local who claims to have intercepted some weapons from the Queen and was harassing them.”

“In Estonia?”

“Yeah.”

“I heard about him through my contact, but was told that they think it is a local kid who is real touched in the head. The locals don’t like him at all. Bad news they say.”

“What did he do?”

“You really want to know Woody?”

“Uhmm, can you keep it like PG-13 rated?”

“Sure Woody. He had a bit too much fun with a thirteen year old girl. The Queen had him put away, but the word is he liked being in her dungeon too much. So when the natives started getting restless, she released him.”

“That’s not good. And the locals didn’t string him up by his neck?”

“Hell no, they scared shitless of him.”

“Why?”

”Because one, the rumors is true, he is armed and two because he dug up that little girl and did to her a second time what he did the first.”

“You have got to be shitting me!”

“Nope.”

“So, we should stay away from him?”

“I didn’t say that Woody. Like everything in life, there are some pros and cons involved here. You have heard the cons, here are the pros; the kid HAS broken into government level facilities and he did steal an experimental assault shotgun. What the CIA was doing sending that piece of hardware here, no one knows. No one really knows if it was the CIA, but it fits, the program is slated to be axed by Congress so they send it into a minor combat zone to get some battle reports on its capabilities to possibly convince Congress not to can it. Second, the rap on you if he joins you would be less than the sigh of relief that he is out of the local’s hair. And if you put him on the front line like you are doing with Ira, well, if someone deserves to catch a bullet, why not him, eh?”

“But a little girl?”

“No one said the world was a nice place Woody. Chuck it up and go recruit the punk.”

“What if he leads a charmed life?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little blonde head about that now Woody, Gus has it all in hand. Now go get some.”