Hushed whispers filled the air around the lone tree. SSR stood at its base, a green elf outfit clinging to his frame, surrounded by Rose, Karen, Irina, and Aura. The air was charged, the cold biting yet electrifying, as the others slowly closed in. The red Christmas outfits unmistakeable against the snow, their eyes sharp, their midriffs bare despite the cold, their snowballs poised and ready to launch.
The first hit came suddenly. Isra’s snowball struck Rose’s shoulder, the impact drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. Her cheeks burned, whether from the cold or something more, even she couldn’t say. Before Rose could recover, Chloe’s snowball hit Irina hard. She arched as she fell back, falling into the snow with a breathless cry. For a moment, she lay there, her chest rising and falling as her hands pressed into the frost, the cold biting through her costume.
SSR’s eyes flickered with mischief, his hand tightening around the pair of snowballs he’d crafted. He hurled one at Carina, the strike earning a sharp gasp and a flash of surprise in her eyes. But the retaliation only seemed to excite the women further.
Karen pressed close to SSR, her gently whispered voice reaching his ear. “We’re not winning this, you know.”
He smirked, the snowflakes melting on his flushed skin. “Maybe that’s the point.”
The others advanced, their movements slow, deliberate, intimate. Snowballs struck with icy precision, each hit followed by lingering glances, low laughter, the soft sounds of surrender. SSR's group was surrounded, overwhelmed, but none of them moved to escape.
The first hit came suddenly. Isra’s snowball struck Rose’s shoulder, the impact drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. Her cheeks burned, whether from the cold or something more, even she couldn’t say. Before Rose could recover, Chloe’s snowball hit Irina hard. She arched as she fell back, falling into the snow with a breathless cry. For a moment, she lay there, her chest rising and falling as her hands pressed into the frost, the cold biting through her costume.
SSR’s eyes flickered with mischief, his hand tightening around the pair of snowballs he’d crafted. He hurled one at Carina, the strike earning a sharp gasp and a flash of surprise in her eyes. But the retaliation only seemed to excite the women further.
Karen pressed close to SSR, her gently whispered voice reaching his ear. “We’re not winning this, you know.”
He smirked, the snowflakes melting on his flushed skin. “Maybe that’s the point.”
The others advanced, their movements slow, deliberate, intimate. Snowballs struck with icy precision, each hit followed by lingering glances, low laughter, the soft sounds of surrender. SSR's group was surrounded, overwhelmed, but none of them moved to escape.
Rose lay prone on the forest floor, her gaze fixed through the rifle's scope. She'd been waiting for hours, her breathing slow and steady, her finger resting lightly on the trigger.
Her target, a high-ranking general known as "Jojo", was rumoured to be passing through these woods today. Rose had her orders: take her out.
The air was damp and pine-scented, the only sound the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Rose's focus was laser-sharp; every muscle tensed, ready to respond at a moment's notice. As she scanned the horizon, her eyes picked up movement – a flash of colour, a flicker of shadow. Her finger tightened on the trigger, ever so slightly. The general and her entourage were coming into view, walking through the trees. Rose took a deep breath, centred herself, and waited for the shot.
Her target, a high-ranking general known as "Jojo", was rumoured to be passing through these woods today. Rose had her orders: take her out.
The air was damp and pine-scented, the only sound the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Rose's focus was laser-sharp; every muscle tensed, ready to respond at a moment's notice. As she scanned the horizon, her eyes picked up movement – a flash of colour, a flicker of shadow. Her finger tightened on the trigger, ever so slightly. The general and her entourage were coming into view, walking through the trees. Rose took a deep breath, centred herself, and waited for the shot.
As the noise of the city faded slightly, Mara sighed, her pistol raised and ready. The intruder had been seen in this area, but it had been so long ago that she must have moved on by now. Unbeknown to Mara, Aura crouched ready behind the bins, the explosives set but now, with her escape route cut off, she had to make a move. Her black bodysuit pressed gently against the cold steel of the bin, her eyes flitted over her knife, this was no time for noise.
Realising her prey was almost upon her, she swung into action. Covering the few paces towards Mara in seconds, she swung her knife at the hapless guard’s throat. Mara only had time for a look of fear to cross her face, her gun pointing skywards as the knife cut deep through her throat.
Mara gargled and her left hand reached for her throat as blood flowed from the open wound, fingers trembling as she struggles to breathe. Her legs buckle beneath her and she stumbles, staring up at the endless sky in desperate confusion. Her world spins as she fall backwards, hitting the ground with a dull thud. Gasping, she turn her head and faced her black clad killer. Darkness crept in at the edges of her vision as she watched Aura, standing there unmoved, as her life slipped away.
Realising her prey was almost upon her, she swung into action. Covering the few paces towards Mara in seconds, she swung her knife at the hapless guard’s throat. Mara only had time for a look of fear to cross her face, her gun pointing skywards as the knife cut deep through her throat.
Mara gargled and her left hand reached for her throat as blood flowed from the open wound, fingers trembling as she struggles to breathe. Her legs buckle beneath her and she stumbles, staring up at the endless sky in desperate confusion. Her world spins as she fall backwards, hitting the ground with a dull thud. Gasping, she turn her head and faced her black clad killer. Darkness crept in at the edges of her vision as she watched Aura, standing there unmoved, as her life slipped away.
The cold, damp air of the cave clung to my skin as I tightened the straps of my diving suit. SSR stood beside me, silent as always, his face a mask of calm. We were preparing for our patrol, a routine dive around the base to ward off any enemy divers. I trusted him with my life, as I had many times before. He’d always been my rock, the one person I knew I could count on, and today was no different—or so I thought.
“Ready for another boring patrol of nothing?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. SSR had been unusually quiet, but I chalked it up to nerves. We’d faced countless dangers together, fought off many agency divers, always watching each other’s backs.
He gave me a small nod, his eyes meeting mine for a brief moment. There was something in his gaze that I couldn’t quite read, a sadness that didn’t belong there. Before I could question it, he moved faster than I could react. A dive knife slipped under my left arm and pierced my suit with ease, running between my ribs, the pain was overwhelming and instant as my blood flowed over his fingers.
“SSR, what —” My words were cut off as darkness crept in. I struggled, but his grip was firm, holding me as the world slipped away. As I lay on the floor, my world slowly darkening, the last thing I heard was his voice, trembling with guilt. “I’m sorry, Karen. I had to...”
Why, SSR? We were supposed to be in this together.
“Ready for another boring patrol of nothing?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. SSR had been unusually quiet, but I chalked it up to nerves. We’d faced countless dangers together, fought off many agency divers, always watching each other’s backs.
He gave me a small nod, his eyes meeting mine for a brief moment. There was something in his gaze that I couldn’t quite read, a sadness that didn’t belong there. Before I could question it, he moved faster than I could react. A dive knife slipped under my left arm and pierced my suit with ease, running between my ribs, the pain was overwhelming and instant as my blood flowed over his fingers.
“SSR, what —” My words were cut off as darkness crept in. I struggled, but his grip was firm, holding me as the world slipped away. As I lay on the floor, my world slowly darkening, the last thing I heard was his voice, trembling with guilt. “I’m sorry, Karen. I had to...”
Why, SSR? We were supposed to be in this together.
Elise moved silently through the murky corridors of the base. As a diver for Evil Inc., the mission was simple: get in, take out the target, and get out, and most likely die in the attempt. But Elise enjoyed the silence after a kill, the brief moments when death was fresh in the air.
She'd taken down one guard swiftly, her harpoon piercing the woman’s chest with deadly precision. The body slumped to the ground, lifeless eyes staring at nothing.
Theresa, the other guard, had surrendered immediately, dropping to her knees with hands raised, shaking in fear. Elise stood behind her, speargun pointed at the back of her prey, her finger lightly caressing the trigger. The tension was palpable.
"You don’t have to do this," Theresa whispered, her voice trembling. Elise said nothing, her gaze cold and unyielding. The tip of the speargun pressed harder against Theresa’s skin. For Elise, there was no question, no hesitation. Orders were orders, and the mission was clear. Without a word, she pulled the trigger, and the silence returned.
She'd taken down one guard swiftly, her harpoon piercing the woman’s chest with deadly precision. The body slumped to the ground, lifeless eyes staring at nothing.
Theresa, the other guard, had surrendered immediately, dropping to her knees with hands raised, shaking in fear. Elise stood behind her, speargun pointed at the back of her prey, her finger lightly caressing the trigger. The tension was palpable.
"You don’t have to do this," Theresa whispered, her voice trembling. Elise said nothing, her gaze cold and unyielding. The tip of the speargun pressed harder against Theresa’s skin. For Elise, there was no question, no hesitation. Orders were orders, and the mission was clear. Without a word, she pulled the trigger, and the silence returned.
Irina took the shot. With a hiss, the enemy diver took the bolt to the chest and slumped against the gangway, her air tank clanging against the railings. Clambering out of the water, Irina kicked off her flippers and raised her mask, shouldered her speargun, and pulled her knife. Her breathing hose retracted into her pack. If the enemy diver had been so close to entering the water, she must have been ready to relieve a diver due soon.
Rose stepped out of her flippers and scanned the chamber, quietly discarding the plugs from her weapon. The console should be just above them. Leaving Irina behind, she ascended the stairs cautiously, her sights level with her eyes. At the top, she caught sight of the console, with two white-shirted operators engaged in conversation. As she aimed at the rightmost operator, her target threw up her hands in frustration and spun around.
Their eyes met, and Rose pulled the trigger. The pfft of the silenced weapon was drowned out by the sound of the shot hitting her target near center mass. The operator squealed and fell, her head striking the table. Pfft, pfft. Two more shots took the other operator, who slumped forward onto the console.
Realizing there were no more targets and she was alone, Rose lowered her gun and scanned the room. The alarm hadn’t been raised yet. It was time for the real work.
Rose stepped out of her flippers and scanned the chamber, quietly discarding the plugs from her weapon. The console should be just above them. Leaving Irina behind, she ascended the stairs cautiously, her sights level with her eyes. At the top, she caught sight of the console, with two white-shirted operators engaged in conversation. As she aimed at the rightmost operator, her target threw up her hands in frustration and spun around.
Their eyes met, and Rose pulled the trigger. The pfft of the silenced weapon was drowned out by the sound of the shot hitting her target near center mass. The operator squealed and fell, her head striking the table. Pfft, pfft. Two more shots took the other operator, who slumped forward onto the console.
Realizing there were no more targets and she was alone, Rose lowered her gun and scanned the room. The alarm hadn’t been raised yet. It was time for the real work.
A bead of water dripped down Millie’s cheek as she pushed herself flush against the wall, the sleek tank on cushioning her against the base’s harsh surfaces. A guard’s footsteps could be heard pacing down the corridor, Millie signalled to Iva to watch their backs, they had come so far without incident, but that was about to change, there was no alternative route to the target. Judging the guard to be within easy striking distance, Millie swung her speargun towards the target, covering behind a barrel, Iva swinging out as backup, she spotted the carefree looking blonde guard, aiming and shooting before the guard had time for more of a response than a look of shock.
The hiss of the speargun launching it’s deadly bolt was followed by a sickening sound of the bolt hitting the hapless guard in the neck. Shocked, she was unable to get more than a gargle out before she fell sideways to the wall, the bolt clean through her throat. Looking around, Millie was relieved that there was sign of anyone that had noticed her kill, yet…
Kneeling beside her target, she pulled a bolt from behind her and reloaded, this wouldn’t be the last quiet kill they would need to make.
The hiss of the speargun launching it’s deadly bolt was followed by a sickening sound of the bolt hitting the hapless guard in the neck. Shocked, she was unable to get more than a gargle out before she fell sideways to the wall, the bolt clean through her throat. Looking around, Millie was relieved that there was sign of anyone that had noticed her kill, yet…
Kneeling beside her target, she pulled a bolt from behind her and reloaded, this wouldn’t be the last quiet kill they would need to make.
"Where is it?" barked Jojo, her voice sharp and menacing as she threw Irina against the wall. There was fire in her eyes, a fierce determination that chilled Irina to the bone. The Primrose Street girl must have the chip; no one else around was reckless enough to break in and steal it.
"W-where's... what?" quivered Irina, looking up at Jojo with wide, fearful eyes. She froze as she felt the cold barrel of a gun press against her abdomen. This was not the plan.
Jojo snarled, tracing the pistol slowly up Irina's body. She nudged Irina's top aside, pressing the barrel into the underside of Irina's left breast. "You know what I want, the chip... Or it's war." Irina remained motionless, her breath hitching as she watched Jojo's fierce expression.
Realizing her threats were perhaps too effective, Jojo softened slightly. She placed her left hand gently on Irina's cheek, stroking it in a mockingly soothing gesture. "There, there," she murmured. "I'm sure we can find a mutually beneficial solution to this little problem."
Irina's face softened as she looked up at Jojo with submissive eyes, a flicker of hope igniting within her. A tentative smile crept across her lips as Jojo cupped her chin, turning her face toward her captor. Captivated and vulnerable, Irina clung to the faint possibility that Jojo's comforting words meant she might let her live.
But Jojo's eyes betrayed her callous nature, the cold, calculating look never leaving them. Her fingers toyed with the trigger, each movement sending a wave of terror through Irina. The submissive smile on Irina's face remained, a silent plea for mercy as she waited, heart pounding, for Jojo to make her final, chilling move.
"W-where's... what?" quivered Irina, looking up at Jojo with wide, fearful eyes. She froze as she felt the cold barrel of a gun press against her abdomen. This was not the plan.
Jojo snarled, tracing the pistol slowly up Irina's body. She nudged Irina's top aside, pressing the barrel into the underside of Irina's left breast. "You know what I want, the chip... Or it's war." Irina remained motionless, her breath hitching as she watched Jojo's fierce expression.
Realizing her threats were perhaps too effective, Jojo softened slightly. She placed her left hand gently on Irina's cheek, stroking it in a mockingly soothing gesture. "There, there," she murmured. "I'm sure we can find a mutually beneficial solution to this little problem."
Irina's face softened as she looked up at Jojo with submissive eyes, a flicker of hope igniting within her. A tentative smile crept across her lips as Jojo cupped her chin, turning her face toward her captor. Captivated and vulnerable, Irina clung to the faint possibility that Jojo's comforting words meant she might let her live.
But Jojo's eyes betrayed her callous nature, the cold, calculating look never leaving them. Her fingers toyed with the trigger, each movement sending a wave of terror through Irina. The submissive smile on Irina's face remained, a silent plea for mercy as she waited, heart pounding, for Jojo to make her final, chilling move.
Rose, Aura and SSR heard the simultaneous beep of a new email notification.
"Must be something from corporate.." they all mused as they looked at their commlink screens...
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Dear Henchmen and Henchwomen,
Greetings from the heart of Evil Inc.! We hope this email finds you in high spirits and in good health, though statistically, that might be a long shot.
As you all know, our line of work comes with its unique set of challenges – particularly the alarmingly high casualty rate. The fact that the average lifespan of a henchperson here is roughly equivalent to that of a fruit fly has not escaped us. But hey, let's look at the bright side: it means you get to meet a lot of new people!
With the constant influx of fresh faces, it's more important than ever to build strong professional relationships. After all, knowing the right person can make a world of difference, whether you're defusing a bomb, dodging a spy's bullet, or simply trying to find the best spot in the break room.
Here are a few tips to help you network like a pro:
Buddy Up: Partner with new recruits on missions. This not only helps them get acclimated but also broadens your circle. Plus, it’s always good to have a friend who knows CPR.
Share Your Expertise: Got a knack for laser grid dodging? Share your tips at our monthly "Lunch and Learn" sessions. Remember, the more you teach, the less you’ll have to do (hopefully).
Attend Social Events: Our weekly “Survivor’s Happy Hour” is a great place to unwind and chat about your latest close calls. Nothing bonds people like a shared near-death experience!
Stay Connected: Use our internal Hench-Hub app to keep track of your contacts. It’s like social media, but with more explosions and fewer cat videos.
In conclusion, while our careers might be short-lived, the relationships we build can last a lifetime (or at least until the next mission). So, get out there, shake some hands, and make some connections!
Stay safe (or at least safer),
The Evil Inc. Management Team
P.S. Remember, the stronger your network, the stronger your backup when things inevitably go sideways. Happy networking!
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"So, to the mess for a little fun and make some new friends?" 😏
"Must be something from corporate.." they all mused as they looked at their commlink screens...
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Dear Henchmen and Henchwomen,
Greetings from the heart of Evil Inc.! We hope this email finds you in high spirits and in good health, though statistically, that might be a long shot.
As you all know, our line of work comes with its unique set of challenges – particularly the alarmingly high casualty rate. The fact that the average lifespan of a henchperson here is roughly equivalent to that of a fruit fly has not escaped us. But hey, let's look at the bright side: it means you get to meet a lot of new people!
With the constant influx of fresh faces, it's more important than ever to build strong professional relationships. After all, knowing the right person can make a world of difference, whether you're defusing a bomb, dodging a spy's bullet, or simply trying to find the best spot in the break room.
Here are a few tips to help you network like a pro:
Buddy Up: Partner with new recruits on missions. This not only helps them get acclimated but also broadens your circle. Plus, it’s always good to have a friend who knows CPR.
Share Your Expertise: Got a knack for laser grid dodging? Share your tips at our monthly "Lunch and Learn" sessions. Remember, the more you teach, the less you’ll have to do (hopefully).
Attend Social Events: Our weekly “Survivor’s Happy Hour” is a great place to unwind and chat about your latest close calls. Nothing bonds people like a shared near-death experience!
Stay Connected: Use our internal Hench-Hub app to keep track of your contacts. It’s like social media, but with more explosions and fewer cat videos.
In conclusion, while our careers might be short-lived, the relationships we build can last a lifetime (or at least until the next mission). So, get out there, shake some hands, and make some connections!
Stay safe (or at least safer),
The Evil Inc. Management Team
P.S. Remember, the stronger your network, the stronger your backup when things inevitably go sideways. Happy networking!
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"So, to the mess for a little fun and make some new friends?" 😏
In the busy streets of New York City, Rose :icontheladyroze: and I found our own little world. We first met on a bright morning in a small bookstore, reaching for the same book. Our hands brushed, and our eyes met—something clicked.
We spent our days exploring the city, discovering hidden cafes and sharing secrets in quiet parks. Every moment together felt special, like we were stealing time just for us.
One lazy Sunday, walking through Greenwich Village, I pulled Rose close. The city around us faded as I leaned in and kissed her. It was a stolen kiss, a moment just for us. Rose's hat fell to the ground, but we didn't notice. The city seemed to pause, giving us this one perfect moment. People passing by smiled, seeing the magic of our love.
We spent our days exploring the city, discovering hidden cafes and sharing secrets in quiet parks. Every moment together felt special, like we were stealing time just for us.
One lazy Sunday, walking through Greenwich Village, I pulled Rose close. The city around us faded as I leaned in and kissed her. It was a stolen kiss, a moment just for us. Rose's hat fell to the ground, but we didn't notice. The city seemed to pause, giving us this one perfect moment. People passing by smiled, seeing the magic of our love.
Jojo lounged on the sun lounger, basking in the rare moment of relaxation amidst the dullness of guarding duty. The bright sun warmed her face, lulling her into a false sense of security as she watched the comings and goings of the base and the ski patrols. She was oblivious to the danger lurking nearby.
Esther, clad in sleek black ski gear, moved with silent precision through the snow-covered terrain. With practiced stealth, she closed in on Jojo, her grip tightening around the knife she brandished.
As Esther drew closer, Jojo remained unaware, lost in her moment of reprieve. With a swift and calculated motion, Esther raised the knife, poised to strike. The glint of steel caught the sunlight.
In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still. Esther's heart pounded in her chest as she prepared to deliver the decisive blow. She needed the keycard in Jojo’s uniform to continue.
And then, with a determined resolve, Esther brought down the knife, aiming for Jojo's chest. The blade sliced through the air, poised to end Jojo’s life.
Esther, clad in sleek black ski gear, moved with silent precision through the snow-covered terrain. With practiced stealth, she closed in on Jojo, her grip tightening around the knife she brandished.
As Esther drew closer, Jojo remained unaware, lost in her moment of reprieve. With a swift and calculated motion, Esther raised the knife, poised to strike. The glint of steel caught the sunlight.
In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still. Esther's heart pounded in her chest as she prepared to deliver the decisive blow. She needed the keycard in Jojo’s uniform to continue.
And then, with a determined resolve, Esther brought down the knife, aiming for Jojo's chest. The blade sliced through the air, poised to end Jojo’s life.
Millie's boots echoed softly against the cold tiles as gunfire echoed through the complex, her breath steady under the mask of night. NVGs cast the world in a green hue, darkness was her armour
As she advanced, the end of the corridor loomed, she spotted an unsuspecting guard ahead. With a practiced pull of her trigger, the guard dropped, her body slumping silently against the wall. Suddenly, a door across the courtyard burst open, spilling adversaries into the open. Bullets whizzed past, chipping the walls with violent intent. Millie didn't flinch. Instead, a rush of exhilaration surged through her veins.
The chaos around her was a blur, her focus laser-sharp on the enemies that dared challenge her advance. As she neutralized one target after another, the realization hit her—she was not just surviving; she was thriving. Amidst the adrenaline and the gunpowder, Millie felt alive, her every sense heightened. This was her element...
As she advanced, the end of the corridor loomed, she spotted an unsuspecting guard ahead. With a practiced pull of her trigger, the guard dropped, her body slumping silently against the wall. Suddenly, a door across the courtyard burst open, spilling adversaries into the open. Bullets whizzed past, chipping the walls with violent intent. Millie didn't flinch. Instead, a rush of exhilaration surged through her veins.
The chaos around her was a blur, her focus laser-sharp on the enemies that dared challenge her advance. As she neutralized one target after another, the realization hit her—she was not just surviving; she was thriving. Amidst the adrenaline and the gunpowder, Millie felt alive, her every sense heightened. This was her element...
Rose stood by an archway, her mind focused on the mission ahead, her NVGs casting a dim light over her face. Her objective was clear: eliminate a drug kingpin during his cartel's fiesta. The mission brief had mentioned a pool, probably now filled with floating candles, a detail that now haunted her. She wondered, briefly, if her fate was to become one with those candles, floating lifelessly in that pool.
Despite the gravity of her thoughts, Rose knew there was no room for doubt. The fiesta buzzed with energy, unaware of the storm that was about to hit. She moved through the shadows, her training allowing her to blend seamlessly into the background. The pool, with its candles, was just as she had pictured, a serene yet eerie sight.
As Rose located her target among the throng of party-goers, she pushed aside thoughts of the pool. Her focus narrowed to the task at hand. She was not there to ponder poetic endings; she was there to finish a job. With efficiency and determination, Rose acted, trying to ensure that the only thing left behind was the memory of justice served, not her body in the water.
Despite the gravity of her thoughts, Rose knew there was no room for doubt. The fiesta buzzed with energy, unaware of the storm that was about to hit. She moved through the shadows, her training allowing her to blend seamlessly into the background. The pool, with its candles, was just as she had pictured, a serene yet eerie sight.
As Rose located her target among the throng of party-goers, she pushed aside thoughts of the pool. Her focus narrowed to the task at hand. She was not there to ponder poetic endings; she was there to finish a job. With efficiency and determination, Rose acted, trying to ensure that the only thing left behind was the memory of justice served, not her body in the water.
The bright morning sun painted the mountainous landscape with a golden hue as Isra and Karen, dressed in sleek black ski suits, descended the snow-covered slopes. The stolen data, carefully stowed in their packs, represented their triumph against Dastardly Inc. The treeline offered sporadic cover on their left, a contrast against the brilliant blue sky.
Behind them, four henchgirls in their crisp white ski suits relentlessly pursued, their determination mirrored in the daylight. Bullets sliced through the crisp mountain air as Isra and Karen skillfully navigated the terrain. Veering towards the trees, they returned fire with a precision that echoed through the serene landscape.
Iva effortlessly darted between the trees, her black hair shimmering in the sunlight. Rose, athletic and determined, matched Isra and Karen's every move. Millie kept pace with unwavering focus, while Irina exhibited determination at the forefront.
As the chase unfolded in broad daylight, Isra and Karen continued to return fire, the sound of gunfire echoing round the tranquil mountain scenery. Irina, leading the charge, misjudged a turn and collided with a tree at speed. The impact was jarring and immediately fatal, her limbs flailing helplessly whilst the others swiftly closed the distance.
Rose and Millie, witnessing Irina's misfortune, immediately resumed firing. Isra and Karen expertly maneuvered through the gunfire, returning shots with lethal accuracy.
Karen turned right, her targeted burst hitting Iva in the chest, sending her backwards, her long hair flying in front of her face above a cloud of blood spraying from her chest. Near simultaneously, Isra blind fired to roughly where she heard Irina's impact. Remarkably, her burst found Millie, who flailed and opened fire towards the sky as she tumbled over her skis.
Realising she was the last one left alive, Rose fired again and continued the chase, the data was too valuable to give up now.
Behind them, four henchgirls in their crisp white ski suits relentlessly pursued, their determination mirrored in the daylight. Bullets sliced through the crisp mountain air as Isra and Karen skillfully navigated the terrain. Veering towards the trees, they returned fire with a precision that echoed through the serene landscape.
Iva effortlessly darted between the trees, her black hair shimmering in the sunlight. Rose, athletic and determined, matched Isra and Karen's every move. Millie kept pace with unwavering focus, while Irina exhibited determination at the forefront.
As the chase unfolded in broad daylight, Isra and Karen continued to return fire, the sound of gunfire echoing round the tranquil mountain scenery. Irina, leading the charge, misjudged a turn and collided with a tree at speed. The impact was jarring and immediately fatal, her limbs flailing helplessly whilst the others swiftly closed the distance.
Rose and Millie, witnessing Irina's misfortune, immediately resumed firing. Isra and Karen expertly maneuvered through the gunfire, returning shots with lethal accuracy.
Karen turned right, her targeted burst hitting Iva in the chest, sending her backwards, her long hair flying in front of her face above a cloud of blood spraying from her chest. Near simultaneously, Isra blind fired to roughly where she heard Irina's impact. Remarkably, her burst found Millie, who flailed and opened fire towards the sky as she tumbled over her skis.
Realising she was the last one left alive, Rose fired again and continued the chase, the data was too valuable to give up now.
Rose and SSR, perfect partners in crime who had survived their murderous goals for Christmas in the Caribbean, decided to go for a snowy retreat in the French Alps for New Years. Rose, more the free spirit, took to snowboarding like a pro as always, while SSR, appearing utterly useless on skis, stumbled and flailed through the slopes.
The ski resort sparkled with festive lights as the duo indulged in holiday merriment. Rose showcased her snowboarding skills, leaving SSR to navigate the slopes like a wobbly cartoon character. Laughter echoed as they engaged in snowball fights and created lopsided snowmen, SSR's mishaps providing unintended comedic relief.
One chilly morning, they faced a steep slope beneath a maze of ski lifts. Rose gracefully descended on her snowboard, while SSR struggled with even the basics of skiing. As they approached a bump, SSR's skis betrayed him, launching him into the air spectacularly. Rose skilfully avoided the chaos, her laughter ringing out as SSR hung in the air beside her.
"This is gonna hurt..." thought SSR as his world tumbled, realising that he was going to be made fun of for the rest of the holiday as well.
As SSR untangled himself from his skis, Rose extended a hand, her eyes twinkling with
The ski resort sparkled with festive lights as the duo indulged in holiday merriment. Rose showcased her snowboarding skills, leaving SSR to navigate the slopes like a wobbly cartoon character. Laughter echoed as they engaged in snowball fights and created lopsided snowmen, SSR's mishaps providing unintended comedic relief.
One chilly morning, they faced a steep slope beneath a maze of ski lifts. Rose gracefully descended on her snowboard, while SSR struggled with even the basics of skiing. As they approached a bump, SSR's skis betrayed him, launching him into the air spectacularly. Rose skilfully avoided the chaos, her laughter ringing out as SSR hung in the air beside her.
"This is gonna hurt..." thought SSR as his world tumbled, realising that he was going to be made fun of for the rest of the holiday as well.
As SSR untangled himself from his skis, Rose extended a hand, her eyes twinkling with
For Christmas this year, I decided to take my beautiful Rose to a secluded beach resort. Little did she know, or so I thought, that it was to make disposing of her body easier.... 😉 Something tells me she might have the same idea 😵
I think only one of us is going to have a very merry Christmas.......
I think only one of us is going to have a very merry Christmas.......
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SSR Games unveils "Mr & Mrs Expendable II", a gripping video game set to launch in 2025 and sequal to the 2021 blockbuster. Brace yourself for a rollercoaster ride through a world of danger, passion, and certain demise.
Step into the shoes of SSR and Rose :icontheladyroze:, star-crossed lovers caught in the crossfire of corporate espionage. SSR, a hardened henchman, and Rose, a fearless diver, navigate Evil Inc.'s treacherous landscape. Spy agencies infiltrate relentlessly, ensuring a high body count, but our protagonists seize every moment.
In Mr & Mrs Expendable, players not only experience heart-pounding action and strategic espionage but also face the reality of their characters' mortality. Embrace the thrill of risking it all, as death becomes an integral part of the narrative.
With stunning graphics, an immersive open-world, and an electrifying soundtrack, this game promises an adrenaline-fueled experience reminiscent of the best action moments in gaming. Get ready to face the inevitable, make every moment count, and survive—or die trying.
Prepare for an unforgettable journey when Mr & Mrs Expendable II hits consoles and PC in 2025. Evil Inc. awaits—how expendable are you?
SSR Games unveils "Mr & Mrs Expendable II", a gripping video game set to launch in 2025 and sequal to the 2021 blockbuster. Brace yourself for a rollercoaster ride through a world of danger, passion, and certain demise.
Step into the shoes of SSR and Rose :icontheladyroze:, star-crossed lovers caught in the crossfire of corporate espionage. SSR, a hardened henchman, and Rose, a fearless diver, navigate Evil Inc.'s treacherous landscape. Spy agencies infiltrate relentlessly, ensuring a high body count, but our protagonists seize every moment.
In Mr & Mrs Expendable, players not only experience heart-pounding action and strategic espionage but also face the reality of their characters' mortality. Embrace the thrill of risking it all, as death becomes an integral part of the narrative.
With stunning graphics, an immersive open-world, and an electrifying soundtrack, this game promises an adrenaline-fueled experience reminiscent of the best action moments in gaming. Get ready to face the inevitable, make every moment count, and survive—or die trying.
Prepare for an unforgettable journey when Mr & Mrs Expendable II hits consoles and PC in 2025. Evil Inc. awaits—how expendable are you?
Chloe moved with her unit through the urban battleground. As gunfire erupted, Chloe's unit fell one by one, leaving her the lone survivor. Seeking cover, she retaliated with deadly accuracy. Her skills allowed her to duck and weave through the maze of graffiti-covered walls, evading the insurgents and picking them off one by one. The Agency issued crop top, exposed midriff and shoulder guards were a stark contrast to the skin-tight black outfits of the insurgents she faced.
As the firefight escalated, Chloe systematically took down her adversaries. The downtown district echoed with gunfire, she pressed forward, adrenaline pumping, focused on the task at hand. In the heart of the intersection, Chloe faced a remaining group of insurgents. She unleashed a barrage of gunfire, eliminating one foe after another. The skin-tight outfits provided no defence against her relentless assault, the screams of her victims filled the air. Realising that there was no realistic way out, Chloe's vulnerability ignited an unexpected thrill within her. The crack of bullets whipping past her only intensified the paradoxical pleasure she found in the chaos of the urban battleground.
However, as the battle reached its climax, a hail of bullets closed in on Chloe. The sting of metal against flesh came later in the story, two shots finding their mark. The first bullet tore through her above her crop top, and the second lodged in her abdomen. Pain surged through her, but she fought through it, taking down another insurgent before collapsing against the graffiti-covered garage.
As the firefight escalated, Chloe systematically took down her adversaries. The downtown district echoed with gunfire, she pressed forward, adrenaline pumping, focused on the task at hand. In the heart of the intersection, Chloe faced a remaining group of insurgents. She unleashed a barrage of gunfire, eliminating one foe after another. The skin-tight outfits provided no defence against her relentless assault, the screams of her victims filled the air. Realising that there was no realistic way out, Chloe's vulnerability ignited an unexpected thrill within her. The crack of bullets whipping past her only intensified the paradoxical pleasure she found in the chaos of the urban battleground.
However, as the battle reached its climax, a hail of bullets closed in on Chloe. The sting of metal against flesh came later in the story, two shots finding their mark. The first bullet tore through her above her crop top, and the second lodged in her abdomen. Pain surged through her, but she fought through it, taking down another insurgent before collapsing against the graffiti-covered garage.
In a sunlit entrance to the, secure facility, Esther stood guard, gripping a pistol in her right hand. She was the lone sentinel responsible for the classified information within, her unwavering focus her only defence against the lurking dangers. Suddenly, a bone-chilling noise shattered the silence. Esther turned her head toward the disturbance, unwittingly allowing her surroundings to blur into the shadows.
Unknown to Esther, a malevolent intruder had stealthily breached the facility's defences. The shadow on the wall loomed ominously, casting a dramatic silhouette of the attacker - a woman. Her gun was aimed unflinchingly at Esther's exposed chest. Esther remained blissfully ignorant of the immediate peril that lay just beyond her awareness.
The intruder, a sinister blend of malice and calculation, recognized that this was the perfect moment. She tightened her grip on her weapon, ready to strike in the midst of Esther's distraction. Esther's failure to perceive the looming danger was the catalyst for what would soon unfold.
Time seemed to crawl as the intruder, driven by her dark and remorseless intentions, poised herself to strike, the world on the precipice of chaos.
Unknown to Esther, a malevolent intruder had stealthily breached the facility's defences. The shadow on the wall loomed ominously, casting a dramatic silhouette of the attacker - a woman. Her gun was aimed unflinchingly at Esther's exposed chest. Esther remained blissfully ignorant of the immediate peril that lay just beyond her awareness.
The intruder, a sinister blend of malice and calculation, recognized that this was the perfect moment. She tightened her grip on her weapon, ready to strike in the midst of Esther's distraction. Esther's failure to perceive the looming danger was the catalyst for what would soon unfold.
Time seemed to crawl as the intruder, driven by her dark and remorseless intentions, poised herself to strike, the world on the precipice of chaos.
Iva and Millie, along with the rest of the Rapid Independence Movement force, moved slowly through the war-torn streets of the government-held district. The rumble of a captured tank filled the air, as they passed each alley, they swung their rifles sideways and checked for threats. The tank was key to taking their objective, their job was to get it there. Behind them, others scanned the rooftops.
As they turned to clear a narrow alley, their eyes widened at the sight of a makeshift fighting position behind stacks of crates. Without hesitation, Iva lobbed a grenade toward the threat, and the explosion sent debris flying. With adrenaline pumping, they charged in, guns blazing.
Those Government troops that survived the initial blast were rapidly cut down, but one, Private Carina, managed to duck behind a crate, her breathing fast and near panicked. Collecting herself, she knew she had only moments to act. As Iva and Millie moved forwards, she leaned against the crate and nudged the Fire Selector to Auto.... It was now or never....
As they turned to clear a narrow alley, their eyes widened at the sight of a makeshift fighting position behind stacks of crates. Without hesitation, Iva lobbed a grenade toward the threat, and the explosion sent debris flying. With adrenaline pumping, they charged in, guns blazing.
Those Government troops that survived the initial blast were rapidly cut down, but one, Private Carina, managed to duck behind a crate, her breathing fast and near panicked. Collecting herself, she knew she had only moments to act. As Iva and Millie moved forwards, she leaned against the crate and nudged the Fire Selector to Auto.... It was now or never....
Agent SSR had been held captive by the ruthless Triads for six agonizing weeks in the heart of China, thousands of miles from home. His training and determination had kept him alive, but hope of rescue had dwindled. That hope ignited one fateful morning.
With the element of surprise on his side, SSR managed to overpower his guards as they removed another prisoner. He snatched a pistol, shot the guard at point blank range and, after grabbing her ammo and shades, bolted towards an ornate temple nearby as the alarms rang, its intricate walkways offering a labyrinthine escape route.
Four relentless Triad guards gave chase, their footsteps echoing on the wooden walkways. SSR's heart raced as he ducked behind a massive wooden pillar, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
His keen eyes darted over his left shoulder, calculating their approach. He clutched the cold metal of the gun, ready to strike.
The guards advanced cautiously, pistols drawn, their breaths shallow with anticipation. As they neared the pillar, SSR turned, his finger poised on the trigger, determination etched into his grim face. It was now or never, he would get home or die where he stood.
Time seemed to slow, tension thick in the air. The guards were just steps away, their eyes locking onto SSR's.
And then, a deafening silence hung in the temple, broken only by the anticipation of the impending confrontation. The world seemed to hold its breath for a brief moment, waiting for the first shot to ring out.
With the element of surprise on his side, SSR managed to overpower his guards as they removed another prisoner. He snatched a pistol, shot the guard at point blank range and, after grabbing her ammo and shades, bolted towards an ornate temple nearby as the alarms rang, its intricate walkways offering a labyrinthine escape route.
Four relentless Triad guards gave chase, their footsteps echoing on the wooden walkways. SSR's heart raced as he ducked behind a massive wooden pillar, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
His keen eyes darted over his left shoulder, calculating their approach. He clutched the cold metal of the gun, ready to strike.
The guards advanced cautiously, pistols drawn, their breaths shallow with anticipation. As they neared the pillar, SSR turned, his finger poised on the trigger, determination etched into his grim face. It was now or never, he would get home or die where he stood.
Time seemed to slow, tension thick in the air. The guards were just steps away, their eyes locking onto SSR's.
And then, a deafening silence hung in the temple, broken only by the anticipation of the impending confrontation. The world seemed to hold its breath for a brief moment, waiting for the first shot to ring out.
In the dark underbelly of the city, Jojo, a street criminal on another of for her daring exploits, approached the lightly guarded warehouse. Her long, blonde hair cascaded down her back, shimmering in the dimly lit alleyways. The shine latex bodysuit that accentuated her every curve, she exuded confidence and allure. Gripping her pistol tightly, she prepared to breach the warehouse's defences.
As she stepped forward, her keen eyes caught a figure emerging from the shadows. It was SSR, a corporate guard, his muscular frame adorned only in black corporate issue latex briefs. Jojo took a moment to admire the results of brazen cost cutting in the uniform budget. As the hapless and unsuspecting guard was momentarily bathed in the faint glow of a nearby neon sign, a flash of a smirk flickered across her face before resolve returned to her gaze. Aware of the danger he posed, she quickly refocused her attention.
With her heart racing, Jojo raised her pistol and fired twice, striking SSR in the chest and abs. As he collapsed to the ground, Jojo's gaze lingered for a fleeting second, watching his expression change from one of quiet confidence to one of shocked pain, falling backwards to the stone of the roadway. She quickly closed the distance and swiped his keycard, watching as he looked helplessly at the sky, his chest breathing his final breaths.
But the moment was short-lived. A sharp sound shattered the silence, jolting Jojo back to reality. She snapped her head around, one hand gingerly on his chest for support her instincts on high alert, raising her gun in preparation for any imminent threat. To her dismay, she found herself facing a phalanx of police officers, their weapons trained on her, the weight of the law closing in.
This was supposed to be a lightly guarded facility, not something under the cover of the city police, what went wrong? Adrenaline surged through her veins, her mind racing to devise a plan. Maybe if she...
And that was as far as her planning got as two more shots rang out, her body joining SSR's on the floor. As she lay there, dying right by her own victim, she realised she would never know who had betrayed her.
As she stepped forward, her keen eyes caught a figure emerging from the shadows. It was SSR, a corporate guard, his muscular frame adorned only in black corporate issue latex briefs. Jojo took a moment to admire the results of brazen cost cutting in the uniform budget. As the hapless and unsuspecting guard was momentarily bathed in the faint glow of a nearby neon sign, a flash of a smirk flickered across her face before resolve returned to her gaze. Aware of the danger he posed, she quickly refocused her attention.
With her heart racing, Jojo raised her pistol and fired twice, striking SSR in the chest and abs. As he collapsed to the ground, Jojo's gaze lingered for a fleeting second, watching his expression change from one of quiet confidence to one of shocked pain, falling backwards to the stone of the roadway. She quickly closed the distance and swiped his keycard, watching as he looked helplessly at the sky, his chest breathing his final breaths.
But the moment was short-lived. A sharp sound shattered the silence, jolting Jojo back to reality. She snapped her head around, one hand gingerly on his chest for support her instincts on high alert, raising her gun in preparation for any imminent threat. To her dismay, she found herself facing a phalanx of police officers, their weapons trained on her, the weight of the law closing in.
This was supposed to be a lightly guarded facility, not something under the cover of the city police, what went wrong? Adrenaline surged through her veins, her mind racing to devise a plan. Maybe if she...
And that was as far as her planning got as two more shots rang out, her body joining SSR's on the floor. As she lay there, dying right by her own victim, she realised she would never know who had betrayed her.
As it's International Kissing Day 2023, I couldn't resist something with the lovely Rose ❤
Iva ventured forward with calculated steps along the sinister corridor. Darkness loomed like a malevolent entity, threatening to devour any glimmers of light. In her left hand, a cold, steel pistol reassured her with its weight, a forlorn symbol of protection against the lurking terrors. In her right hand, a flaming torch cast flickering shadows, casting a feeble shield against the encroaching abyss.
Whispers of secrets whispered in the stagnant air, the walls seemed to shiver with ancient stories untold. Then, a chilling noise broke the silence, reverberating through Iva's bones. Her heart quickened its rhythm, each beat a thunderous reminder of the imminent danger. Her grip tightened around the pistol, its familiar touch grounding her in this realm of uncertainty.
The noise swelled, drawing nearer, its haunting presence filling the void. Iva's senses heightened, her breath hitched. With a surge of adrenaline, she raised the pistol, its metallic form an extension of her unwavering determination. The anticipation embraced her, for she was an adventurer, ready to confront the abysmal unknown.
Whispers of secrets whispered in the stagnant air, the walls seemed to shiver with ancient stories untold. Then, a chilling noise broke the silence, reverberating through Iva's bones. Her heart quickened its rhythm, each beat a thunderous reminder of the imminent danger. Her grip tightened around the pistol, its familiar touch grounding her in this realm of uncertainty.
The noise swelled, drawing nearer, its haunting presence filling the void. Iva's senses heightened, her breath hitched. With a surge of adrenaline, she raised the pistol, its metallic form an extension of her unwavering determination. The anticipation embraced her, for she was an adventurer, ready to confront the abysmal unknown.
Barbara, assassin for hire, paused for a moment to catch her breath, her target had not stood a chance. Her athletic figure was accentuated by the tight bodysuit she wore, glistening under the moonlight. With a satisfied smirk, she leaned against the cold brick wall of the graffiti-daubed alleyway.
The lingering smoke from her pistol curled into the air, adding an eerie ambiance to the scene. Its metallic frame glinted as it rested against her shoulder, pointing upwards, recently expelled rounds still warm. The scent of gunpowder wafted around her, mixing with the distant city sounds.
As Barbara relished in her triumph, prowling down the alley and revelling in the taste of victory, her acute senses were suddenly awakened. A faint noise, barely audible, reached her ears. It was a sound so slight that an ordinary person might have dismissed it, but not Barbara. Her expression shifted from satisfaction to alarm, her eyes narrowing.
Barbara's grip tightened around her pistol, her once sinister smile replaced by a steely determination. With lightning speed, she scanned her surroundings, searching for the source of the disturbance. Every muscle in her body tensed, ready to face whatever peril awaited her. The alleyway, once a temporary refuge, now transformed into a treacherous trap. Barbara prepared herself for the imminent battle, her heart pounding in her chest.
The lingering smoke from her pistol curled into the air, adding an eerie ambiance to the scene. Its metallic frame glinted as it rested against her shoulder, pointing upwards, recently expelled rounds still warm. The scent of gunpowder wafted around her, mixing with the distant city sounds.
As Barbara relished in her triumph, prowling down the alley and revelling in the taste of victory, her acute senses were suddenly awakened. A faint noise, barely audible, reached her ears. It was a sound so slight that an ordinary person might have dismissed it, but not Barbara. Her expression shifted from satisfaction to alarm, her eyes narrowing.
Barbara's grip tightened around her pistol, her once sinister smile replaced by a steely determination. With lightning speed, she scanned her surroundings, searching for the source of the disturbance. Every muscle in her body tensed, ready to face whatever peril awaited her. The alleyway, once a temporary refuge, now transformed into a treacherous trap. Barbara prepared herself for the imminent battle, her heart pounding in her chest.
Rose, doesn't matter whether we're fighting off invaders or just lying in the park, you're my special lady...
SSR Productions presents, a tale of death, love, evil, laughter, but mostly death... Really, that was in doubt?
She was just a henchwoman in the dive corps of Evil Inc., he was just a henchman in the security force. Two lovers amongst faceless thousands. CIA, MI5, FSB, didn’t matter, whenever an agent came sniffing round, henchpeople died, by the dozen. They knew it was only a matter of time until they were taken out, so they made the most of their time. Then it happened, Rose was taken out in a speargun battle as agents made their way into the base, SSR was waiting by the dock to greet her so was shot as soon as the agents breached the dock. Two lovers, both totally expendable and replaced within hours.
She was just a henchwoman in the dive corps of Evil Inc., he was just a henchman in the security force. Two lovers amongst faceless thousands. CIA, MI5, FSB, didn’t matter, whenever an agent came sniffing round, henchpeople died, by the dozen. They knew it was only a matter of time until they were taken out, so they made the most of their time. Then it happened, Rose was taken out in a speargun battle as agents made their way into the base, SSR was waiting by the dock to greet her so was shot as soon as the agents breached the dock. Two lovers, both totally expendable and replaced within hours.
Iva and Millie were working to clear the nuclear facility, the cooling control was ahead. They climbed the narrow stairwell, Millie leading the way and Iva following closely behind. The air was thick with fear and anticipation as they moved in silence, their eyes scanning the darkness ahead.
As they reached the top of the stairwell, Millie pushed open the door. Iva immediately opened fire, but before they could even take a step into the room, the enemy soldiers inside opened fire. The bullets hit Iva and Millie with deadly accuracy, sending them crashing to the ground.
The two soldiers lay there, wounded and helpless, as the enemy soldiers advanced towards them before being executed in cold blood. Their bodies were left, the battle continued, their sacrifice forgotten and ignored by a world that had moved on from the war. No one knew their names or what they had given up for their country. The memories of Iva and Millie faded away, a mere footnote in the long and bloody war. But for Iva and Millie, it was everything. They had given their lives for a cause they believed in, only to be cast aside and forgotten.
As they reached the top of the stairwell, Millie pushed open the door. Iva immediately opened fire, but before they could even take a step into the room, the enemy soldiers inside opened fire. The bullets hit Iva and Millie with deadly accuracy, sending them crashing to the ground.
The two soldiers lay there, wounded and helpless, as the enemy soldiers advanced towards them before being executed in cold blood. Their bodies were left, the battle continued, their sacrifice forgotten and ignored by a world that had moved on from the war. No one knew their names or what they had given up for their country. The memories of Iva and Millie faded away, a mere footnote in the long and bloody war. But for Iva and Millie, it was everything. They had given their lives for a cause they believed in, only to be cast aside and forgotten.
Rose and Laura stood in awe as they were whisked away by SSR's driver to an eerie, abandoned movie set. The sun had begun to set, casting long shadows over the rustic structures. They glanced at each other, their hearts pounding with excitement and curiosity. It was an old Western movie set, a relic from Joe Anderson's latest production. The wind whispered through the empty streets, creating an atmosphere of mystery and anticipation. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, donning a wide-brimmed hat and a mischievous grin.
"Welcome, ladies,"
SSR's voice echoed through the desolate set. "You've been chosen for a little adventure." He handed them each a pair of Sais, their gleaming blades catching the fading light. Rose and Laura exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of what awaited them. "Your task is simple," SSR continued, discarding his hat and disappearing into the shadows once again.
"Find me."
They cautiously navigated the darkened streets, their eyes darting from one corner to another. The silence was broken only by the sound of their own footsteps, amplifying the tension that hung in the air. Little did they know, SSR was already on the move. Like a phantom, he stealthily closed in on them, his katanas poised for action. Sensing his presence, they spun around, eyes widening with surprise. There was nothing there. SSR's laughter filled the air as he emerged from the shadows, the katanas glinting in his hands.
"You're quick, but I'm quicker," he teased as he rammed the katanas through their backs before they could turn around. Rose and Laura gasped as the blades broke through the front of their chests, pinning them in position. SSR pulled closer, his head lowered slightly, listening to their panicked gasps, music to his ears.
As their Sais dropped to the ground, they looked down at the blades protruding from them, this was it....
"Welcome, ladies,"
SSR's voice echoed through the desolate set. "You've been chosen for a little adventure." He handed them each a pair of Sais, their gleaming blades catching the fading light. Rose and Laura exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of what awaited them. "Your task is simple," SSR continued, discarding his hat and disappearing into the shadows once again.
"Find me."
They cautiously navigated the darkened streets, their eyes darting from one corner to another. The silence was broken only by the sound of their own footsteps, amplifying the tension that hung in the air. Little did they know, SSR was already on the move. Like a phantom, he stealthily closed in on them, his katanas poised for action. Sensing his presence, they spun around, eyes widening with surprise. There was nothing there. SSR's laughter filled the air as he emerged from the shadows, the katanas glinting in his hands.
"You're quick, but I'm quicker," he teased as he rammed the katanas through their backs before they could turn around. Rose and Laura gasped as the blades broke through the front of their chests, pinning them in position. SSR pulled closer, his head lowered slightly, listening to their panicked gasps, music to his ears.
As their Sais dropped to the ground, they looked down at the blades protruding from them, this was it....
Millie stood in the dimly lit alleyway, clutching her SMG tightly. Beside her, Jojo, the formidable mob boss radiated a mix of confidence and apprehension in her light teal dress. Tension suffused the air as the high-stakes gun deal with the Sisterhood approached.
Millie's vigilant eyes scanned the surroundings, ever watchful for any signs of trouble. Her loyalty and expertise were devoted to protecting Jojo at all costs. The alleyway, steeped in secrecy, whispered the secrets of their dangerous world. Jojo's gaze locked onto the Sisterhood members, aware of the risks at hand. She trusted Millie implicitly, recognizing her as the shield between them and danger.
Silently, the factions faced each other, the unspoken animosity palpable. Suspicion grew as the negotiation dance commenced. Millie's finger grazed the trigger of her SMG, ready to unleash its deadly potential. With tensions reaching a breaking point, Millie spotted a hand edging towards a gun and raised her SMG, firing into the air. Her commanding voice cut through the silence, demanding attention and control.
But the warning shot only served as a prelude to the chaos that followed. Gunfire erupted, transforming the alleyway into a battleground. The fate of the gun deal and the survival of those involved hung precariously in the balance as violence engulfed the scene.
Millie's vigilant eyes scanned the surroundings, ever watchful for any signs of trouble. Her loyalty and expertise were devoted to protecting Jojo at all costs. The alleyway, steeped in secrecy, whispered the secrets of their dangerous world. Jojo's gaze locked onto the Sisterhood members, aware of the risks at hand. She trusted Millie implicitly, recognizing her as the shield between them and danger.
Silently, the factions faced each other, the unspoken animosity palpable. Suspicion grew as the negotiation dance commenced. Millie's finger grazed the trigger of her SMG, ready to unleash its deadly potential. With tensions reaching a breaking point, Millie spotted a hand edging towards a gun and raised her SMG, firing into the air. Her commanding voice cut through the silence, demanding attention and control.
But the warning shot only served as a prelude to the chaos that followed. Gunfire erupted, transforming the alleyway into a battleground. The fate of the gun deal and the survival of those involved hung precariously in the balance as violence engulfed the scene.
Iva and Millie were working to clear the nuclear facility, the cooling control was ahead. They climbed the narrow stairwell, Millie leading the way and Iva following closely behind. The air was thick with fear and anticipation as they moved in silence, their eyes scanning the darkness ahead. As they reached the top of the stairwell, Millie pushed open the door. But before they could even take a step into the room, the enemy soldiers inside opened fire. The bullets hit Iva and Millie with deadly accuracy, sending them crashing to the ground.
The two soldiers lay there, wounded and helpless, as the enemy soldiers advanced towards them before being executed in cold blood. Their bodies were left, the battle continued, their sacrifice forgotten and ignored by a world that had moved on from the war. No one knew their names or what they had given up for their country.
The memories of Iva and Millie faded away, a mere footnote in the long and bloody war. But for Iva and Millie, it was everything. They had given their lives for a cause they believed in, only to be cast aside and forgotten.
The two soldiers lay there, wounded and helpless, as the enemy soldiers advanced towards them before being executed in cold blood. Their bodies were left, the battle continued, their sacrifice forgotten and ignored by a world that had moved on from the war. No one knew their names or what they had given up for their country.
The memories of Iva and Millie faded away, a mere footnote in the long and bloody war. But for Iva and Millie, it was everything. They had given their lives for a cause they believed in, only to be cast aside and forgotten.
Irina and Iva had been friends for years, but now they were in the fight of their lives. The gunfight had started unexpectedly, corporation troops were waiting for them, and now they were both hiding behind boxes, Millie lying dead on the side closest to the incoming fire. they knew their death was inevitable, but they refused to go down without a fight.
Suddenly, Iva was hit with two shots to the chest. Irina felt a sense of shock and disbelief, but then she was filled with a surge of determination. She aimed her gun and fired, taking out one of their attackers who shrieked and fell to the floor in a heap. As the gunfight continued, Irina fought fiercely, taking out as many troopers as she could. But as the last shot echoed through the air, she felt her body weaken.
She collapsed to the ground, knowing that her time had come. The end was abrupt, but Irina was content. She had fought with everything she had, and she had protected her friend. As she closed her eyes, she knew that she would be forgotten, but she was ok with that.
Suddenly, Iva was hit with two shots to the chest. Irina felt a sense of shock and disbelief, but then she was filled with a surge of determination. She aimed her gun and fired, taking out one of their attackers who shrieked and fell to the floor in a heap. As the gunfight continued, Irina fought fiercely, taking out as many troopers as she could. But as the last shot echoed through the air, she felt her body weaken.
She collapsed to the ground, knowing that her time had come. The end was abrupt, but Irina was content. She had fought with everything she had, and she had protected her friend. As she closed her eyes, she knew that she would be forgotten, but she was ok with that.
London 2023 is approaching super fast, back from the expo, race number in hand and firmly shitting myself 😅. If Rose can't be with me on the day, this will have to do 🥰 If Irina and Jojo want to cheer me on from the side, I'll try put on a brave face till I'm round the next bend
Just a bit of random fun, two girls rolling round in the hay, with knives of course 😏
"End it...", Barbera pleaded, blood oozing from the bullet wounds in her chest. As she kneeled before me I took a moment to take in her beautiful plight, my gun pointed straight to her head, her life in my control.
"Please..."
"Please..."
"Is anyone there?", Barbara asked the seemingly empty room, were they being raided by the cops? Had Government troops been sent? It was all so quiet, or so it seemed.....
Sometimes just the sight of the smiling welcome at the entrance was not enough to ensure peace, as Esther and Carina found out....
Carina & Esther make such a cute welcome for, disarming guests with their smiles, and if that doesn't work, a quick wave of their pistol should do the trick....
Doormaids, like canaries in the mine, were expended such that others may be ready to fight the intruders. Irina heard the initial gunshot, she only had the opportunity to get off a couple of wild shots before she too fulfilled her assigned role and fell to the intruder... The alarm rang out, the facility was on alert, the disposable canaries would be replaced once the intrusion was dealt with....
The doormaid was less the first line of defence, more the canary in the mine. As the intruder gunned her down, she fell to her knees, the gunshot would bring more guards running, even with her death she had fulfilled her role....
Just playing with costumes and characters, this little lady is going to give someone a warm welcome I'm sure....
And she's going to totally survive the encounter, of course 😏
And she's going to totally survive the encounter, of course 😏
Rose and her squad knew that the assault was going to be dangerous, the enemy had the high ground. They charged as fast as they could, shooting wildly to try keep their opponent's heads down.
With a set of shrieks, bullets tore into the unprotected flesh of the troopers in the first rank, Rose watched with horror as they fell before her, beautiful dolls turning into bullet pin cushions, life leaving their bodies, a look of horror crossing their sweet faces and their eyes going blank.
This was turning into a suicide charge, but she was too far out in the open to turn back now, surely it was only a matter of time before she joined them? She didn't have to wait long as a round punched straight through her chest, her world turning dark as she fell amongst the already silent bodies of her squad....
With a set of shrieks, bullets tore into the unprotected flesh of the troopers in the first rank, Rose watched with horror as they fell before her, beautiful dolls turning into bullet pin cushions, life leaving their bodies, a look of horror crossing their sweet faces and their eyes going blank.
This was turning into a suicide charge, but she was too far out in the open to turn back now, surely it was only a matter of time before she joined them? She didn't have to wait long as a round punched straight through her chest, her world turning dark as she fell amongst the already silent bodies of her squad....
It was the third day of our road trip, still two days drive from Las Vegas, Rose and I stopped for some gas and supplies. With the car filled and the engine cool, the snacks between the seats and the attendant disappearing into the back of the building, we stole a little "us" time before getting back on the road.
"Hand it over" snarled Jojo, her gun pointed at Lydia's head. "Wha...?" Lydia was confused, the mission was nearly over, but feeling the gun against her temple she realised that now was not the time for rash moves. She dropped her pistol and slowly raised her hands. "Hand over the data stick, what? You thought we were going to hand it to command like the pawns they think we are?" added Jojo, a confident smirk crossing her lips.
"But....why?" pleaded Lydia, her mind racing faster than her pathetic tone of voice would suggest. "Money my dear, a girl needs her diamonds, and the data we have is work... a lot... Now do we need to do this the hard way?" threatened Jojo as she admired her soon to be former partner in the company suit.
There had been some fun times, but now was the time for the payoff. It would be easier to get the data, kill Lydia and go than kill her first have to find the data before the local officers found the source of the gunshot, but either way worked.
She would miss the many passionate nights spent together since they were teamed up, but she'd get over it, with the help of diamonds of course. Lydia's mind raced, how could her closest partner betray her like this, after all those nights? But then she had an idea, wiggling a little, her suit fell from both of her shoulders a little, exposing her breasts. Without moving her head she lowered her shoulders and tried her best to look tempting and submissive.
"Babe, don't do this, I know you'd miss me....". She spoke slowly and huskily, praying that she didn't die here in this lonely alley. Jojo's grip tightened on the trigger.
"But....why?" pleaded Lydia, her mind racing faster than her pathetic tone of voice would suggest. "Money my dear, a girl needs her diamonds, and the data we have is work... a lot... Now do we need to do this the hard way?" threatened Jojo as she admired her soon to be former partner in the company suit.
There had been some fun times, but now was the time for the payoff. It would be easier to get the data, kill Lydia and go than kill her first have to find the data before the local officers found the source of the gunshot, but either way worked.
She would miss the many passionate nights spent together since they were teamed up, but she'd get over it, with the help of diamonds of course. Lydia's mind raced, how could her closest partner betray her like this, after all those nights? But then she had an idea, wiggling a little, her suit fell from both of her shoulders a little, exposing her breasts. Without moving her head she lowered her shoulders and tried her best to look tempting and submissive.
"Babe, don't do this, I know you'd miss me....". She spoke slowly and huskily, praying that she didn't die here in this lonely alley. Jojo's grip tightened on the trigger.
"Bang!" shouted Carina, her pink plastic gun pointed firmly at Millie's chest.
"You got me!" exclaimed Millie, grabbing her left breast over the imagined bullet wound, she put on a shocked look, trying not to let her excitement show.
"Bang! Bang!" barked Carina, moving her gun between each "shot" as if it recoiled.
"Urgh..." moaned Millie, her right hand tracing over her abs where she imagined the bullets hit. Carina and her had brought some drinks to the park after class, she didn't mean for this to happen, but she'd bought toy guns this morning and when Carina had reached for a drink she'd spotted them, one thing led to another and now her henchgirl fantasies had taken on a life of their own. So far she'd "killed" Carina twice, but "died" four times, this was always her favourite bit, and now this would be the fifth, she didn't know if Carina found this as sexy as she did, but she saw the smile starting to cross her face, and hoped.
Falling to her knees, she looked down at her hands helplessly, making the moment last, but then she collapsed backwards and rolled to the left, imagining her final moments as the enemy henchgirl watched. Her eyes closed, she was "dead", her brain raced in anticipation. What would Carina do now?
Stepping closer, Carina kneeled beside her prey. "The codes, where are the codes?" she wondered out loud as she placed her gun beside her. Taking a moment to admire Millie's prone form, the cute college uniform caused a stir when announced, but flattered her victim, she wondered if later she would be seeing her laying without it, but for now it was a sexy look. What to do? Millie was in no position to resist, she could see her pert breasts rise and fall as she breathed, but she was otherwise motionless. Yes, she was alive, obviously, but if the longing looks they had been exchanging all day were any guide, she wouldn't mind her touch at all. "Going to have to find those codes, or the boss won't be happy".
Mille couldn't help a little smile as she felt Carina's hand touch her thigh, running up her leg and lifting her skirt, her other hand patting down her chest gently, before slowly starting to raise her top. Her pulse started to race and her breathing quickened slightly as the touches became more intimate, she couldn't believe it, Carina must be as aroused as her. Carina's hand's gently stroked her panties and brushed over her nipple, Millie smiled cheekily and opened her eyes, glancing at the beautiful redhead that was kneeling over her. Their eyes met, no words were spoken, but the connection was obvious, this was the beginning of something beautiful.
Breaking character slightly, but not eye contact with Carina, Millie silently mouthed "You got me, I'm yours...."
"You got me!" exclaimed Millie, grabbing her left breast over the imagined bullet wound, she put on a shocked look, trying not to let her excitement show.
"Bang! Bang!" barked Carina, moving her gun between each "shot" as if it recoiled.
"Urgh..." moaned Millie, her right hand tracing over her abs where she imagined the bullets hit. Carina and her had brought some drinks to the park after class, she didn't mean for this to happen, but she'd bought toy guns this morning and when Carina had reached for a drink she'd spotted them, one thing led to another and now her henchgirl fantasies had taken on a life of their own. So far she'd "killed" Carina twice, but "died" four times, this was always her favourite bit, and now this would be the fifth, she didn't know if Carina found this as sexy as she did, but she saw the smile starting to cross her face, and hoped.
Falling to her knees, she looked down at her hands helplessly, making the moment last, but then she collapsed backwards and rolled to the left, imagining her final moments as the enemy henchgirl watched. Her eyes closed, she was "dead", her brain raced in anticipation. What would Carina do now?
Stepping closer, Carina kneeled beside her prey. "The codes, where are the codes?" she wondered out loud as she placed her gun beside her. Taking a moment to admire Millie's prone form, the cute college uniform caused a stir when announced, but flattered her victim, she wondered if later she would be seeing her laying without it, but for now it was a sexy look. What to do? Millie was in no position to resist, she could see her pert breasts rise and fall as she breathed, but she was otherwise motionless. Yes, she was alive, obviously, but if the longing looks they had been exchanging all day were any guide, she wouldn't mind her touch at all. "Going to have to find those codes, or the boss won't be happy".
Mille couldn't help a little smile as she felt Carina's hand touch her thigh, running up her leg and lifting her skirt, her other hand patting down her chest gently, before slowly starting to raise her top. Her pulse started to race and her breathing quickened slightly as the touches became more intimate, she couldn't believe it, Carina must be as aroused as her. Carina's hand's gently stroked her panties and brushed over her nipple, Millie smiled cheekily and opened her eyes, glancing at the beautiful redhead that was kneeling over her. Their eyes met, no words were spoken, but the connection was obvious, this was the beginning of something beautiful.
Breaking character slightly, but not eye contact with Carina, Millie silently mouthed "You got me, I'm yours...."
Esther worked hard to give the Government troops their needed extra boost, hopefully now this would work, but first she needed a test subject.... They would survive this time for sure!
"Go, go, go!" screamed Hanna as the bullets wized by, Mel hesitated, listening to the sounds of the now dying Isra. "But..." escaped her lips.
"She's dead. If you want us all to end up like her, just fucking stay there..!" came the order as Hanna laid down covering fire. Mel didn't need to be told again....
"She's dead. If you want us all to end up like her, just fucking stay there..!" came the order as Hanna laid down covering fire. Mel didn't need to be told again....
As she fell, mortally wounded, onto the growing pile of her squad mates, she panicked, her mask felt suffocating. Ripping her mask free, she loosed off a couple of rounds at the source of the gunfire. Did she hit anything? Probably not. But she was too defiant a character to let those bitches get the best of her without at least getting a shot off. Feeling the breeze on her face for the final time, she still didn't know who they were facing and who was murdering her company....
Rose enjoyed the evening out, the dancing, the drinks, the longing gazes from guys at the bar, those rumours about a werewolf were so stupid, drunk girls and horny boys looking for an excuse as to why their clothes were torn... Right?
It had been a long day at the summer camp, camp counsellor Rose escaped to the secluded lake, the children were quiet, her lover would join her shortly. It was a warm summer evening and she felt nothing but relief as her clothes dropped from her body, the warm lake waters lapping her. Soon she would be in his warm arms and the cares of the world would disappear.
A few moments later, she heard footsteps getting closer, a smile crossed her lips as the anticipation grew.
"Babe, I missed you..."
No reply, the footsteps became splashes. A little wave of panic crossed her mind, what if the naughty kids had run to the lake? Rose started to turn.
"Babe...?"
Then she saw the glimmer of the axe.......
A few moments later, she heard footsteps getting closer, a smile crossed her lips as the anticipation grew.
"Babe, I missed you..."
No reply, the footsteps became splashes. A little wave of panic crossed her mind, what if the naughty kids had run to the lake? Rose started to turn.
"Babe...?"
Then she saw the glimmer of the axe.......
"The peloton is reeling you in, they're 15 seconds behind and steaming, the intermediate sprint is 1k ahead and the rest of the breakaway are starting to leave you behind, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO FUCKING DO ABOUT IT?"
"Hnnnggggh"
"Just 900 Watts? YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT!"
"Aaaah...."
"Jesus wept, you're not even going to stay with the grupetto at this rate...."
"Hnnnggggh"
"Just 900 Watts? YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT!"
"Aaaah...."
"Jesus wept, you're not even going to stay with the grupetto at this rate...."
New town, new bar, same challenges. Karen sipped her whisky as she scanned the bar looking for her bounty. A popular figure in town, she couldn't make her move here, the patrons would no doubt intervene, at best they'd both end up dead. She would make her move later, for now she focused on learning her bounty's movement and social habits, she would have her money soon enough, she always did.
Mara knew that her life depended on her readiness for what was about to happen. The gym was her home now.
The temple writings mentioned a cave full of gold on the north face of the canyon if Rose had her translation right. The path had long since eroded to nothing, so the hard way it was!
Sometimes missions go wrong, for anyone else Rose would have left them behind, but this called for special measures....
For her entertainment, Queen Jojo would arm her slaves and force them to fight, the winner would have a full meal that night, the loser would be tossed in the heap with the others. Lydia and Barbara were ready to fight whoever won the current bout.
Rose and I had hoped to enter the temple unknown and sneak the artefact out, but we were discovered by the priestesses. Mara and Isra were willing to die for their gods...
Even freedom fighters aren't robots, as Isra listened to the sound of distant gunfire, she imagined the small town, that had become their base, full of normal life, children laughing, markets bustling, for now it was just a dream. For now...
As Rose and I stood by Irina's fallen form, the fireworks started. Realising that all eyes would be turned upwards, we took the opportunity for a moment of rest. The mission could wait...
Rose is an expensive woman to keep entertained, every time I acquire sparring partners for her, she kills them in minutes. Laura, Irina & Karen came from my best supplier. Guess I'll have to be on the phone tomorrow to get some more. Not complaining, mind you 😉
Rose has been on the naughty list this year, Irina and Laura can only watch in horror. Guess they shouldn't have invited her to Austria at this time of year 🤣
There are few more welcome sights than Rose after a long day at work, though that means the real work has just begun....
As a good sub, Irina has to be obedient to her Mistress. Mistress Esther likes to toy with her Slave and doesn't allow her to touch herself unless she gives her permission to....
Rose & SSR spicing things up a little at home, not sure Rose is wholly convinced, but she'll come round 😉
Rose finds out that her superhero costume doesn't scare Laura, with fatal consequences
It wasn't the conventional way to win a bout, but eliminating your opponent before they even made it to the arena wasn't *technically* against the rules; and after all, technically correct is the best kind of correct...
Powers were not always superior to the old ways, sometimes it was more discreet to forgo the technicolour blast of light for the intimacy of cold steel.
Amelia never saw her killer approaching, neither her panicked gasps nor the sound of her lifeless body hitting the floor would be loud enough to summon help.
There would be time enough for a full show of the attacker's power later, now was not the time for such flair.
Amelia never saw her killer approaching, neither her panicked gasps nor the sound of her lifeless body hitting the floor would be loud enough to summon help.
There would be time enough for a full show of the attacker's power later, now was not the time for such flair.
