There was almost no place where the petite leader Gyeong was not followed by most of the male members, and some of the girls as well. Her approachable appearance was a delight and her voice sounded angelical and innocent. The North Korean lady may had a small size, but such an escort guaranteed she was safe of the jealous ones.

    But the sweetness didn't stop at the way she talked or looked - her training was also done with gentle touch and everyone had finally started to have a regular schedule just only to share the same room with her. Hot showers were reinstated. Even the meals had seemed to improve, even if just a bit. Or maybe it was the perception of the members what had changed. Either way, everyone seemed much happier.

    However, there was people not as much happy about it. Manager Banan had been demoted and every of her well-doing was always downplayed and her rules completely ignored by the new administration. Gyeong not only did not care about the previous norms to ration the crates, but actually was able to demand for more. The young ones seemed overjoyed about the new weapons they got, shinny, and almost unlimited ammo. The squeals whenever they got a new gun was the same as kids opening their Christmas presents and finding the newest Atari game.

    "Haa..." Banan looked at the crew from away, as they were cheering and taking the little Korean woman on the air. "I hope Lázár can't come back from the dead, or he would be disgusted."

***

    3 days had passed after the old fart's murder and no one had yet a real clue about the culprit, but everyone decided it was Karabanov, now vanished.

    One, two, three. Two steps to the side, straight again, then back close to the cold wall. All just to avoid being the fox in the sight of hunters.

Another face just smells around, then looks at the door. Yet, they don’t enter.

A hand finally reaches the knob, after a few looks through the halls, the small figure gets inside of the crime scene.

Rurik could only ponder if any of the people that crossed the door that belonged to the old Lázár’s office was ever aware about him watching vigilant between the shadows for a suspect. After all, the murderer was yet to be caught. And there was nothing more sweet in that chaos to finally clear his name - to claim the leadership that originally belonged to him by Lázár’s orders, on top of that. Yet, when inspecting the office when the body was discovered, no copies of the original order or signature were to be found.

Completely gone from all records. Whoever did that, could have been an elaborate plan to throw him out. He got one of his cigarettes out once no one was finally crossing the office’s hall and let his back rest against the wall. Yet, his breath wouldn’t catch a break, trying to keep his chest as silent as possible.

Of course, there were many people who just would benefit from his absence. But his primary suspects were the ones routinely getting near the office every night at completely dissonant hours. It was just past 4 AM what the clocks were displaying when George, Juan and Gyeong just finished passing through the same hall.

    “Bet these guys did read the tutorial on how not to make themselves look suspicious.” He allowed himself to be sarcastic. “Clearly coming all nights at the same hour is not strange at all, isn’t it?”

    But what reason would they have to, he could only have the small guesses coming from the scarce clues he could get from the barely friendly members at the base. After all - they made an enemy out of him. The stranger with the murderous aura appears, next night the fat old fart appears with his head full of lead. If his guesses about the murderer were as simple and biased with only the people that crossed the hall, then the members had the more right to even label him as a prime suspect after all.

    Nothing wrong with that, anyways. The monstrous man was used to attract fearful eyes from people. Both cope and a defense mechanism to keep himself safe, or at least that was what he told to himself.

    Puffing the smoke once more, he finally decided to head out to rest. If he was ever able. His sleeping pattern was evermore screwed after his arrival. Members of the Divisions weren’t allowed to hurt each other, and breaking that rule would mean that your head was on the line. Of course, in the current narrative, he was the main target. Therefore, the luxury of a proper night of sleep was so far away for now on.

    The disgusting halls towards the depths of the base allowed him to navigate in the artificial landscape, a tunnel of rotten smells and lack of fresh air that was antagonist to his taste for the wilderness. Keeping the nausea as quiet as possible, the tall man reached for his room and closed the door with a key. But also a metal bar and a chair. As he finally started to peel the layers of his worn uniform, he saw how oppressive it looked. Just a tiny window with a cage styled bars allowed some oxygen to enter for him to breathe and not lose his mind.

    Finally, he covered his body with the yellowish blanket provided and tried to let his eyes waver as his brain still raced with threads of information, trying to tie together the pieces of the puzzle.

    It felt so lonely.

***

    “Well, it's not like I would like to see a riot to happen in the 17th. We are already low on morale after a big massacre in a surprise attack from the enemy just recently, and the assassination of our former leader is a big deal, no matter that everyone wanted him to be replaced already.” Banan laid a handful of files on the table as she carefully started to inspected them, but their eyes didn’t cross. “But as much as I would like to calm down, or offer you any warranty of protection until proven guilty, we are lacking the resources now to sort extra reinforcements to keep things cool. Not to mention the mysterious order of Lázár being gone.”

    “What is wrong with the copy I provided?” Rurik fumed, but kept his posture composed as he was able. “Isn’t that enough proof about my assignment?”

    Banan looked finally up to him.

    “The problem resides in that it is a copy.” She opened the second file to inspect, and her sight went south again. Then proceeded to repeat from the umpteenth time the Division's politics.

    “Yes, I got the drill. But, there must be evidence that the guy had gone through his work to prepare a new leadership. A note or a will, or even something in those fancy machines…” The Siberian made a despotic gesture toward the computer. “You guys are spending on those Commodores to hold information instead of feeding your members, therefore you should be able to at least browse everything in it.”

    “Did you come here to ask for protection or just to lecture how to do my job?” She would only close the file to jump to the third. “Listen here. Legally and according to the protocol, I cannot accommodate you an assistant to watch out for you while this mess is cleared, so you have two options. You can stay here and clear your name, or you can just go. You are not officially registered as a member, so there is no benefit I can offer you nor any basic assistance. I could not even feed you, even.”

    “So it’s all the law of the jungle until the murder is solved. ”Rurik crossed his arms, and looked at the ceiling. “Pretty much like animals.”

    He looked as the lady with the pink hijab finally scanned the last file and brought them with her.

    “Take it or leave it. Is the rules, and my hands are tied on that matter.”

***

    "Look at this!" Fanny was proudly displaying an elegant hard box of PVC with a clear lid. A liquid crystal screen that was off, and exceptionally well arranged cords. "This thing has enough power to blow up half of the base! Oh, don't worry - I haven't charged it yet, is only the vessel." She punctuated after a brief expression of worry George made.

    "And what do you plan to do with that?" He was out of the infirmary, completely recovered. He had already sent his first report and had to wait for the response. In the meanwhile, time passed slowly. No new attacks, no new ventures - only boredom.

    Fanny put the case away.

    "For blowing half of the base away, clearly."

    Then put a bag of clear plastic on the table. From the outside, it looked like full of grapes. But after she took a handful out, he noticed they looked like compacted balls of phosphorus.

    "And these are another great invention of yours truly - simply lit the fake vines of these and throw them to the enemy. They are small, but they can still inflict big damage. Very useful to burn any exposed skin."

    George grabbed one and looked at it.

    "You can keep it!" She said smiling. "You can also have these bombs, too!"

    She opened the black jacket she was wearing and made her boobs look towards him. George rolled his eyes, but he was already used to the antics of the Irish girl. Taking some time to sigh and smile, he got up as he signaled the grape shaped explosives.

    "Tell me, do you mind if I fancy a drive test outside?"

    "Ooooh? Yes, go on! Grab the whole bag if you want!" Her smile was not mischievous for once, but actually sweet and childlike. "I only have tested basic endurance to being carried just enough to make sure they are easy to move around, but that's about it. We can grab some cans from the trash to use for practice as well!"

    "Sounds perfect."

    The rickety banging sound of the grapes was muted thanks to the heavy layers of snow that surrounded the building area. The outside of the building had two big beautiful natural areas, one was a prairie, on what was presumed the front of the strange school shaped building. The other, that would represent the backyard, was a big range of woods that surrounded most of the place until they reached the limits, being those landmarked by the giant mountains and boulders that protected the base from being accessed by people unaware of its existence.

    A line of cans rested on an abandoned desk on the wilderness, and both took turns to reach them with the odd cherry-like firecrackers. But alas, it was harder to aim compared to the average gun or grenades. The cans would only fall because the small explosion, and yet they didn't get as much damage in singles.

    "Hm. Nope, they need to go back to the design table, I fear. Even knotting them is useless because the same spot to grab them is the one that has to be lit." He announced, trying to not sound to stern, but Fanny seemed pondering still. "I think they still could work as a small surprise tactic. Like shurikens."

    "Hmmmmrgh." She obviously wasn't really happy about her failure. "I took days on making these, damn."

    "Maybe if you design some kind of handle for them..."

    "Then what's the point on making something small and portable, if I start adding crap it will just lose the point of it."

    "S-sorry." George patted her back, in a meek attempt to make the redhead feel a bit better. She looked up to him. "You will figure out something anyway, right?"

    There was no response. She turned her face the opposite way.

    "Hey, Fanny?" George crouched a bit to look at her closely. "I didn't say anything mean, did I...?"

    The young man's bloodstream had just started to flow as he was pushed down on the snow field. It just happened in seconds, and no one could have predicted how strong she actually was. Now, pinned down, George could only observe how the Irish girl was just taking away his pants. The cold breeze would not stop him from having a strong erection, just at the touch of the gloved hands of Fanny working over it. Spitting, stroking, and spitting again to keep things going smooth.

    "Uh...hmmm."

    "Something t' say, eejit?" She sat on top of him, letting her whole body loose. Her ass close to his head.

    "No, not really..."

    She let a trail of her drool fall all down to his hardened prick. A beautifully long, not too thick, nor veiny, pinky glans topped shaft that curved elegantly. Finishing with a shaved sack. Fanny was readily going to tease him about his painfully average, almost virgin like cock, but she couldn't really stop at just the foreplay. She lapped cheerfully on the tip and gave it some soundly kisses, making George's body twitch whole. He had trained to not be able to feel much pain under torture, but he was not immune to the sexual pleasure. He wondered if that was a way to keep him feral when his fight instincts kicked in?

    That was lost in thought fast, as Fanny was already moaning with her whole breath surrounding the American dick. Her lips had a hard time containing how much she wanted to suck in, but yet she managed to keep them still on a delicious purse that would not let any inch of the pale stick untouched.

    "So delicious... This is such a great cawk, hmheheh~...Yer fucking big boy got hiding it from me for days, I will make you pay for it..." She traced along the shaft as she played with her middle finger with his pinky glans, motioning on circles. "You also wanted this too, didn't ye, ya blonde squacker..."

    No matter how cold it was, his whole body was all heated up and his member all pumped up. Any attempts to keep himself collected, and his cum still inside were feeling doomed, as he wanted so badly to cum on her pale freckled face. Yet, he tried his best to endure.

    As the progression of wet clicks and pleased grunts grew, so it did the need to get things steamier. With her ass so close to his face, George could not keep his hands quiet, and they soon were grabbing both clothed cheeks with strength. Making sure that they were felt as he kneaded the buns, pressing them together and even tracing his thumbs on where her slit would be. Success. Her butt did a small jump, but she hastly kept it down. That was what enough for George, thought. And he kept working the ass of her as well giving a sniff to it.

    "Yer' dirty eejit! You like my cunte aye?"

    "I'll show you..."

    With determination, he grabbed the pants and pulled them down. What he found was she was actually hiding a skirt and long stocks below.

    "Extra protection against the cold, huh?" George nonchalantly put his hands below the skirt, feeling the thin fabric and even the panties below. "Who would say such a masculine girl would hide this kinda stuff..."

    "If you don't like, you are allowed to leave..." But she didn't sound bothered. Of course, she knew he was already too enthralled by her. Both were somehow aware that they were attracted to each other. Was it their heritage somehow pulling them closer unknowingly? Their previous days being only close to each other? Or was they just were equally stupid? "Want to see my ginger twat?"

    "Oh shit, I do." He frowned, smelling her intimate parts with no shame. The layers of cold-protecting clothes made her being so sweaty, that it made her pussy let a warm and salty aroma. "But I'm gonna get these destroyed too."

    "Aye? Shmch." It didn't seem to sink on her, as she finally started to gobble the white cock, only after she let his balls completely covered on saliva like a hot dog was covered on mustard and ketchup. Her mouth working thoroughly the hot rod as his tongue had just begin to lick against her clothes, with his mask enough up for eating her pussy completely. Same as a stray dog, he fed on her cunt and tasted all the juices that were running already. His nose overpowered and intoxicated of her lowly smells. George ripped the stockings with one accurate bite and pull, opening a hole that allowed her checkered panties to be seen in their full colors. "Mhhrghs! Hey, feels cold down there now!"

    "Not for long."

    The American dug his nose on her panties, moving it upwards and his lips feeling the fols of her cunt below the completely soaked panties. He tried his best to be considerate, but the gentle mouthful bites to it wouldn't cease. The whole body wanted to eat her. Locking her butt all against his face, and his hips started to pound her sweet lips on like a jackhammer. It moved so smoothly in and out thanks to her skills sucking him before, and now it was straight assault on her throat. So soft, almost like velvet. Her sounds of pleasure, gagging with the meat stick sneaking past her lips with smacking sounds against his pelvis.

    Some of her strand hairs tickled his inner tights as he felt the warmth of her face on her legs and groin. Capturing her between. No matter how aggressive his attacks on her cute face were growing, she kept also pushing and moving her tongue as he was conquering her beautiful visage. Urging the furious desire of the agent grabbing his butt and even nailing a bit on her. Making him even more needy of the pounding.

    The sounds of licking and sucking was muted on the snow, but they could hear them and that was keeping them feral. Fanny would not stop her drool of soaking more of the cock that kept her head tied to his groin, and he would not slack on her pleasure, now already moved her panties and able to access her ginger pussy, tasting it now with no barriers between. Licking. Lapping. Sucking. Even biting it like an animal. He felt her body trembling, but refusing to let his dick out of her mouth. Both of them seemed to agree it was a bet - the first one to cum was going to lose.

    It was surely hard. The sweat building up was also stronger, their bodies grabbing each other possessively and...

    "Bgh! Urgh!" George could not believe he made it. He got splashed by the sudden squirt of Fanny. Good thing his eyes were protected by the mask and shades, while his jaws were welcoming of it. "Oh, heh... Someone got the prize..."

    He opened slowly his legs, who were imprisoning the Irish's head. Her maw would only leave the stressed prick patiently, taking her time to remember the shape and length as she was letting it free.

    "Heefh..."

    She slowly got up, with her legs still trembling some with lots of her love juice dripping down. Now, slightly calmed down, George could see how both her butt and legs had as well lots of freckles over her milky body. He also got up and didn't move his sight away.

    "Ooooh, I lost... What will be my punishment, Mister Agent~?"

    "I have several ideas in mind..." He said, patiently taking his time to get close and touch her cheeks once more with adoration. Looking around and after finding the closest wall of the building, started to press her onwards and lean her against. "Maybe I should practice some marksmanship using you as target..."

    "Yer' surely some fecker, are ya you gobeshite..." Of course, that was said with the most genuine amusement and she even raised her ass for him. "Make it count, plank!"

    And he surely would - slithering his hot skin rifle on her dripping trench just like a stallion after winning first prize a county fair competition. Pushing with all his might on her small buns, as he growled of happiness. How long was he didn't get to be so close with any other human being? After joining the CIA, all his relationships were doomed - had to make a nest, then burn it. He felt too much for Banan, but he had to accept that she clearly had already grown out of him and trying to reassemble the bridges would only hurt both. And yet, he kinda knew starting a new thing with the Irish was probably not a smart idea. But in the middle of the cold, he could not really think much of any of these matters - he just wanted to bust on the redhead and feel reassured by the acceptance of someone. He kinda had begun to understand why everyone was just as sexually voracious.

    It wasn't just the lust. It was pure emotional survival.

    "Ggh... This feels so great..."

    "Oigh, ya fucken love me ginger cunt, ay?" She looked back at him. "Ya blonde narkey hole, keep stirrin' up my twat with yer stupid white cawk!" Somehow, the more feral she became, the more of a rural born and aggressive her speech became. And shamelessly, George felt that making him even more yearning to keep destroying her defenses.

    "Guh...Ah! Hmgh!" He made his best not to start moaning himself loudly, to keep things as private as he could. His skin becoming slick with the mixture of his own sweat and her dripping entrance. Some of the sweat drops got in the way of his sight and had to close them as he kept his work, steady, just not wanting to empty his balls yet. For he knew keeping the ammo for the final boss was always the smartest way to win a fight. "Shit, you are always doing this kind of stuff!?"

    "Ner really... Hah, ah." She grabbed as he could against some of the exposed bricks on the wall to keep herself on her feet. "All ye cunts here are not worthy of me delicious pussy!"

    "Th-then why me..." Some curiosity took him off guard.

    "Yer such a good puppy..." She smiled and let a happy giggle. "I like ye silly funny cuntboys that are strong in body but completely obedient... Comes with the job ay?"

    "Stop underestimating me..." He thrust harder out of spite, and grabbed her hips as he got his body all over her back, and their heads were close together. "Sounds like you have a kink for strong guys, do you?"

    "Nevah telling you, eejit!"

    They kept push and pulling, and George had the fantastic idea to just bite her neck, just like a wild animal, as he kept his own lustful motion. At that point, they were just mating rather than making any love sweetly, but somehow, he deluded himself that it was a mutual need for the wellbeing of their mental health. One of his hands tracked from her hips to her front, sneaking below the layers of her sweater, and found a bra-covered breast. Without any kind of warning, he just hurled his fingers and managed to take the cloth off, making them start to move free. His hand groped one and started to feel the softness of it, as the other danced still.

    "Gghhhm!"

    "Hm? No complaining?"

    "Keep going, ye arsehole!"

    Some loving pinching on her nipple made her gasp abruptly and her pussy twitched tight, which only made George feel enticed further to keep burrowing his meat stick on her. Never in his life he thought he would be fucking such a girl, with skin as pale as goat milk, and covered in beautiful freckles in most of her body. He knew for sure many of his colleagues hated girls that weren't fully white and clean, but the same he was allured by the girls he met in the Middle East, there was something utterly wild about a rural nasty talking lady that he shared origins with. And his cock would only keep controlling his, smashing her and locking in the urging mission of uppercut her insides with his love-batter.

    And it was just close. Like, really close.

    Her loud moans as he kept his shaft probing her was sending him to the edge even if his body was grabbing her whole.

    "Shit, I'm gonna cum so hard..."

    "Ye are?" Fanny looked back at him. "Don't ya dare! Ya fucken ride me like a fuckin' ride, ya stupid foreign cuntboy - ya stupid fucken idiot, nghhhhh! "

    "If you say things like that, I'm - Ugh!" He had to slow himself down for a second to not come just yet. "I'm the one in charge here!"

    "Yeh ya stupid blonde! You could not be able to command even a pack of rats!" She laughed at the same time she felt drooling some.

    Agent Chamán was already pissed off. She begged for some correction, that was clear. And oh boy, was he happy to oblige. His thrust became more violent and was not only his own desire, but hers, as he kept her mouth entertained putting his fingers there, letting her licking the fabric of his gloves. And while she was so nice, he started his final operation. Once more, in rapid motion, just like a beast, he pounded her poor buns and filled her to max capacity with his dick, enough for his tip kiss her womb. That made her cum first, ensuring his tool to be slick, as he was not finished.

    She could only pant and feel her pussy retorting and tightening, as he kept and even progressed his rhythm while the sounds of the skin against skin was the only thing that could be heard. He looked at how she was now meekly looking at him, with adoring green eyes, licking herself of the saliva that was escaping. And how his own gun kept dissappearing in her inside, feeling warm and wet. But again, his focus ended up in her decadent freckled body and...

    Not one.

    Not two.

    But three convulsions of his body as his cock ejaculated on her insides. And she would gladly accept it, but she seemed even more overjoyed when he got it out and there was a fourth twitch that ended up with a nice splash of white on her skin, almost glowing purely in the middle of the snowy landscape. When George was able to stand and see her from away, the whole thing looked like a fine art artwork, of lots of light and white contrasted by her fiery red hair and the freckles on her body. She just still stood up holding herself against the wall, but turning her gaze for last time to him, smiling mischievously.

    "That was just some warm cream on me, was it?" Her accent suddenly disappeared, like if the post-nut clarity reseted her way to talk. "Fucken pig." She scooped a bit and brought it to her mouth to taste it. "Eew. Salty!"

    "S-sorry... I've been a bit dehydrated lately..." Not only her, but he also seemed to regain some consciousness and even feel deeply guilty. There it goes the whole "not get involved" part of the mission out of the window. "And I've kept saving for longer that I'd like to admit." He nodded as he patted his own head, and put down back his mask with the other hand.

    "Hum... Yeh. Whatever." She smiled and looked for her pants. "By the way, you owe me new stockings."

    "Send me the bill later."

    For a moment, the afterglow felt still calm. George got all his clothes right and made sure his gun was safe from the cold as well, pacing around while Fanny was doing the same. Her face looked a bit bothered, as she checked all her pockets and then the snow beneath her feet.

    "Well, you know..." He started. "Maybe we could..."

She looked at him, but before he could continue, he heard a crack coming from below his boots. It looked like a small hand grenade.

    "Oh shit, oh shite!" Fanny threw herself against him, pushing him some meters on his back.

    The sound of the explosion resonated on the extensive backyard. They both ended disturbing the snow of the tree they hit against, and when able to process what happened, Fanny was on top of him, all covered of snow, as much as she was on his cum before. George was a bit scared about her face.

    "Look where yer putting your fucken feet next time!" And she gave him a sharp slap on the cheek. "Yer fucken blind eejit!"

    And once again - he was abandoned, because the redhead got up in a hurry and left the place mustering and swearing, completely shattering the question he was going to make. It was only when the scenery was silent again he heard the laugh of Pujay, resting atop of one of the trees.

    Fucker, were you watching us the whole time?

    I am always watching you, did you forget?

    Get fucking lost!

    Hah, never. This play is finally fun and worthy enough for me, gringo!