"You dirty thief... you are done for the moment I get you!" Promised Banan, sprinting at all speed in her heels, with only a small flashlight to allow her to keep going on the dark halls.

    "Piece of crap! Come here, so I can blow your brains off!" Bakarne yelled, panting and holding a loaded gun that didn't belong to her.

    "That disgusting bastard! I'm gonna break her cranium!" Elizabeth was on her leather under garnets as she was piggyback riding on Emil, who did his best not to fall down or trip. On one of her hands menacingly spinning her fancy cane.

    The noise of all the footsteps vigorously surrounding the narrow halls. And in mere seconds, all of them had to stop and look at each other. Only 3 ways, and they were blocking all of them when they noticed each other.

    "What are you guys doing here?" The manager moved around the flashlight. Bakarne looked like an angry owl at the light directed toward her face, and Eli didn't show any different reaction. "And why are you naked!?"

    "I ask the same, what are you two doing here?" Emil finally gave in and had to crouch to let Elizabeth go from his back. "You didn't happen to see anyone on your way?"

    "No, I was following someone but no person crossed." Bakarne put the gun down. "And you?"

    "Same. Someone broke on my office and caught them messing on the confidential files." Banan took a second to get some breath. Her feet hurt badly.

    "Someone attacked me after we had s..." Eli coughed. "When I was with this guy on the way to our room. We tried just to catch him."

    "Playing jockey and horse?"

    Eli looked at her elite partner. She found the new gun she was holding interesting, and upon recognizing the model, she just smiled and didn't say anything else.

    "If no one of us have seen any of the people we were pursuing... what the hell we were following?" Banan questioned, and silence fell on the dark, no one able to find a reasonable answer.

***

    Morning of the same day. Banan was already elegantly dressed in a blue suit and black heels. For a change, she had brought a pastel green hijab adorned with embroidered daisies. Straight, stern, and ready for a new day of hard work with a cup of black coffee in hand. She opened her office with a key and entered. One click and the lights were on. She turned her computer on as she left the cup on the desk. While the machine booted, she laid on her chair.

    "Haaah... another day..."

    And then, she started to crumble and cry loudly.

    "Oh, Allah, we are so damn done for!" She said as her voice broke and covered her face on her hands. "Please have mercy of this sinful bunch of idiots!"

    Her tears would not stop and there was no other thing to do than taking the glasses away before they fogged up. She felt her cheeks becoming hotter and her lips twisting in a vague attempt to keep her own voice as usual.

    Knock-knock.

    "Who is it..." She mustered, but she didn't feel right to speak to anyone yet.

    "Hum, Em- I mean, Banan? Can I get in?"

    "Hah... okay, George, but close behind you."

    She turned her chair the opposite way so she would not face him until she cleared her face. At the same time he entered, she took a little wet towel from her drawer and cleared all the tears.

    "Is all good?" George stood in the center of the office. "Hum, I just wanted to ask something about my operation papers..."

    "What is it?" She replied as dry as she could.

    "I would like an extension. I feel I have to stay here a bit more than just two weeks.

    She felt her stomach being tied in a thousand knots.

    "As you wish. I will send your request via Intranet."

    "That's all of it?" He got surprised, and felt himself lighter. "Well, I guess they will have to approve first, yeah..."

    He stood still there, looking at the chair. He was not surprised she didn't want to look at him, and he felt he owed some sincerity as well. Yeah, she had to know. And he needed some of the closure for both of them being in good terms.

    "Hum. I... I have started something with someone else so... Hum... What I mean, I will not bother you again and-"

    The chair slowly and dramatically turned toward him. Grabbing the armrest with her nails and the face of pure, undiluted judgment of Banan looked at him. His whole body froze on the spot.

    "Haram." She said. Just like that.

    "Ugh." Okay, she's pissed off. Good job, George. "Hm, sorry for being such a bag of sin, boss."

    She didn't say anything. Her whole body was stuck on the chair, emanating a dark aura of hatred towards every inch of the man in front of her. Gritting her teeth and frowning with such effort that he felt he was going to die from a curse in the spot. And then, her face split into a desperate cry.

    "George!"

    "W-what!?"

    She covered her face again, burrowing her visage on her hands. He didn't know what else to do than get closer to check on her.

    "Oh heavens. I can't continue like this. The new administration is just so terrible! This damn Korean chick is just blasting all the money on new weapons and even less food, but no one is listening to me! They are all obeying her and it's impossible to say anything!" She looked up to him. "And yet, I have to comply, but is the up heads who are chewing on me! They already did threaten me with kicking me out of this! And I refuse to be another marginated homeless back in London! I absolutely refuse to go back there!"

    George remembered when she told him about her experience as refugee there. Not a really pleasant experience. Full of violence. Hatred. With all of the nastiest looks following her with disgust. He felt his own throat tightening at the thought, and he hugged her. He also took his mask off as seemed appropriate for a more sincere approach to her.

    "Everyone is getting worse formation! Yeah, the lady is actually giving them proper directions... But everyone is even more lost on the clouds than ever before! All the marksmanship, all the strentgh testes are dropping below average! They are all just so obsessed about her, they cannot see how ready they are to be turned into minced meat in the next scheduled mission. And we are not going to get any new recruits at all!"

    She kept sweeping as he let her sit on his lap, with her face becoming wet and sticky with some snots coming from her nose. The only thing he could really offer is a few friendly pats as her face rested on his shoulder, completely red and expressing the doom on her every word.

    "I just... all my hard work was worth nothing... And then you come here just to die like a fucking idiot!"

    "Sorry..." He felt his own eyes letting go some tears too. "I didn't realize how hard this was deep down... Listen to me."

    Time to be a fucking man. He grabbed her by the arms and put her eye to eye. Looking straight at her with no shame. She looked a bit shocked, but let him position her. George took a big inhale and exhale, and then continued.

    "I cannot promise all will go smoothly. But I am here to help. I am always here to help, damn it! So, if you ever feel there is too much going on, there is nothing wrong with asking for someone to give a hand. That is what friends do, and I will always be your friend. You can always count on me."

    "George..." She sniffed. "You won't disappear again, won't you?"

    "No, for real this time. I'm here to stay. Even if that eventually means I'm getting blown up in pieces, it won't take me away from my duty." He felt so goddamn cool saying that. "I always promised to be of aid on those that need it, and will keep my word without running and excuses anymore."

    Banan looked at him.

    "Who it was?"

    "Eh?"

    "Who did you pork?" Her eyes narrowed and looked at him furiously.

    "Huh... why do you want to know that now?" A drop of sweat started to give away how uncomfortable it was to keep that to himself.

    "Tell me already."

    "That ginger girl with the black beanie..."

    Once again, he felt like there was no control about his own body. Only the girls he met seemed to be able to dictate the pace. She was grabbing him in anger, pulling him towards the desk. But furthermore and not respecting her beliefs, she was also making sure he felt her body tracing the free hand from her legs to her lips.

    "Of all the bitches on this place... you had to fuck her!?"

    "I knew you didn't like her, but..."

    "That I don't like her? I fucking hate her." Her glasses shone. "I would have even forgiven you if you fucked the stupid Nazi, even! But no! The little man had to stick it in the redhead pig that has not given me but trouble since the first day!"

    "Now, let's not get carried away..."

    "George!! Now you have to make amends and fuck me if you want me to forgive you!!"

    Holy crap. What the hell is going on!? He could not believe what he was hearing. She was angry beyond belief. For one part, he was glad there was no sadness was expressed on her face anymore because his heart would not take it. But that anger was beyond what he even saw on her in the past. In fact, he never thought she could be that pissed off at all. The worst part of all, is that she was clothed fully, yet - his brain had started to dig in his memory and fill the gaps. It was sooner than later that his head was full of the images of his previous lovemaking moments. And of course, like the last two years, that prompted his cock to spring happily.

    "Shit." He could not hide his shame or his nervousness. After all, his mask was off. Not that it was a thing that worked with her, sharp and knowingly of him. "Shit, shit, shit. I didn't want to start a drama..."

    "Too late. It all started the moment you came here."

    "And how did you expect me to know you were working here!?" He protested.

    "Nothing we can fix now."

    His throat felt dry. He couldn't drink anything besides the last of clean water in his canteen. And he refused to take any alcohol to avoid the minimal distraction possible. His predicament was anything but the one he never thought he would be in. Jesus fucking Christ.

    "Ah, fuck it."

    In a few moments, he was already making his way onto her beautiful pussy. It was just as great as he remembered, continuously using it in his memories whenever he wanted to masturbate. Not only that, his own dick seemed so happy and eager to come back to her, his hips were moving by themselves, so it was all effortless.

    "Shit, shit, I missed this fucking pussy so much."

    "I missed your cock as well...." She cried. "Don't stop, please..."

    He would not. The office was soon to be filled up with their moans in unison, embracing the old emotions once again. Both their faces blushing and letting some tears out of need. Her legs were grabbed with both arms against his chest as he kept burring his warm stick on her, as she was watching him with only her hijab and glasses left to cover any of her body. The rest of the clothes were below her in the desk for some comfort points, and the trousers and panties were on the floor.

    "If this is what you wanted from the start, why didn't you just tell me!?" He demanded.

    "I didn't want to come across as non-professional..."

    "Damn... you really love the job, huh?" He looked down at her as her lips left out more sweet and short moans. "Sorry for the mess..." Punctuated meekly, seeing how many of the files previously on the desk were scattered.

    "Stop whining!"

    "Urk...!"

    He had to lower the pace a bit so his already sensitive member would not spill yet what was left from the previous day's adventure. His heart asked of him just to make sure the moment lasted forever, but his partner seemed unhappy about the decision.

    "George... what are you doing?"

    "Hum..." He smiled at her, desiring to make her laugh and enjoy the moment as well. "Drilling for oil?"

    Goosebumps toured his whole back as he saw her face becoming again of the most unhinged hate she could.

    "Not. Funny."

    "Oops, I mean..."

    Whatever he meant, didn't have the time to explain at all - he was already kicked out, with his pants still down. She looked at him but said nothing before closing the office and putting a sign of Not available on the door.

    "I messed things again, did I..." He said in half a cry, feeling his dick becoming flaccid and cold on the hall. He looked around. At least, this time, Pujay wasn't looking. Or was he?

***

    "Hum." Emil woke up in the embrace of the warm blankets and the mouth of Elizabeth working on his cock. "Good morning."

    "Guten Morgen." She said as she licked for last moments her breakfast. "Will go to the cafeteria, are you coming?"

    "I want to take a shower first..."

    "Yeh, then. I will be waiting for you."

    The smell of toast and gruel overpowered the senses of all the members lounging at the cafeteria of the base. A nasty smell of oil and rusty metal from the counter that covered the kitchen was the only difference today. But it is not like anyone would complain, in a distorted and defeated will of the division, gambling, food and sex were the things barely keeping their mood up. Anything that could be palatable enough to be chewed on would be welcomed as if it was a present from an upper deity.

    The hierarchy was almost nonexistent, and there were barely special positions to hold. So when a pretty girl that everyone liked, even if the sole reason was to look at a member that had a face that wasn’t hard to love, walked in, there would be a crowd to surround her. Elizabeth put her boots marching towards the counter, disregarding any line, and grabbed a lunch set that was being prepared for another member handed to her by one of the girls in charge. Of course, no protests followed and she just brought her breakfast to the table that no one else wanted to sit on.

    “You know, if that frown didn’t make you look like you just smelled shit, people wouldn’t avoid you like you are shit.”

    “What if I do want people to avoid me like I am shit?”

    Bakarne was biting into what could no longer be called a toast, but a piece of charcoal. The baggy clothed woman was used to being given the worst scraps and she would never have a word on that. A nearly suicidal food habit that seemed to be even what she sought. “Yet you keep getting close to the pile of excrement, somehow.”

    “Hey, I am just doing my part and sticking with my fellow Elite, rather than the peasants. Ain’t that the right thing to do, friend?”

    “I have no recollection to our relationship being upgraded to friends.”

    Elizabeth sighed. “Geez. You cannot even be nice for once?”

    “No.”

    They both focused their energies on the meals before them. After all, it took a lot of mental effort to be able to even just look at it. The gruel was what looked like oats that had soaked in the cleanest waters of British rivers.

    “I still cannot believe the old guy is six feet under.” Elizabeth arranged her straight dark bangs to avoid them touching any of the filthy food as she proceeded to take a spoonful and gather the strength to bring it to her mouth. “And then we got a lot of new people coming here. Simply put, it seems like we cannot go back to our comfortable dull life.”

    The grumpy woman finished the black toast and drank the leftover gruel as a way to pass the charcoal matter down. Elizabeth didn't want the moment to be over so soon, so started to monologue and spit all that was on her mind, which wasn't too much besides dick and cock.

    “That guy Chamán is sooo cute. I think they may actually give him the status of Elite. If they really do, I wouldn’t mind sharing my bed with him.” The line subtly tried to provoke a discussion with the silent table partner. “However, that Asian woman… not to sound racist, but she looks hella suspicious, all getting close to the boys… Not that I am jealous of her getting more attention lately, but you know, she gives me a man eater aura…”

    “You know.” Bakarne cleared her throat and with a nasal growling voice, made herself clear. “When you spit things like you 'don't want to sound racist', maybe you should give a look at your own uniform.”

    Elizabeth gave herself a fast check out. It dawned on her silently, but pretended to keep her cool as she straightened her necktie and the particularly infamous red band on her arm. But of course, she couldn’t let pass to be made a fool off for the umpteenth time by her Elite companion.

    She had to hammer straight in the bent nail for the highest level of damage.

    “And well, that big communist monster looks like he could be a cold murderer, but being as grumpy and with the same level of speech of a rural Spanish girl like you, maybe you guys would be able to even work out a brain cell on missions.”

    “Listen, Elizabeth, the fact that we are on the same rank doesn’t mean I have to deal with your fucking princess chit-chats every darn day.” Bakarne finally showed what was a human emotion, even if contained. “And next time you mention that Siberian mutt to me, I swear I am going to stick a brick of Semtex up your arsehole, kakaburua.”

    “Gesundheit.” The lady joked to the tramp as Bakarne left the table and got out of the cafeteria.

    “Heh.” The delight of having a victorious comeback and even a weakness against her stoicism made the german girl enjoy the usually terrible food. “And she is the older one? She is such a baby.”

    "Hola." Emil arrived. "Did I miss something?"

    "Yes you did. Lets finish the meal and go back to the room to fuck."

    "Again...?"

***

    Bakarne walked the broken halls of the abandoned area towards her warehouse. But she didn't feel like entering. She just stood on front of the door. She already had used all the materials left to her, and the Korean chic girl was basically feeding the members their weapons now, so there was really any of use to her? Her forehead just slowly pushed against the door and was there, laying against the door as if she was doing the Smooth Criminal move.

    "Grrrmgh." The pain on her fangs grew as they were gritting. Some more seconds and she would have lost a few of her teeth. But a smell was entering her nose and she directed her head deeper on the hall. There was a dark hall and a bright window at the end. Her feet moved by their own. It was impossible. She must have hallucinate it. It was the smell of actual food!

    Something like fried meat. Without noticing, she already had started to run and stopped just at the moment she grabbed the frame of the window and started to scan the outside. After seconds, she saw in the distance a gigantic figure sitting and something cooking something in a mess kit nearby. In normal circumstances, she would have ignored him, but her stomach was now demanding her to go and grab a bite.

    "Hey, you stupid red dog!" She shouted at Karabanov, who was cleaning the skin of some goat he had caught and separated, still deep in thought about what to turn it in. "What are you cooking there!?"

    "Hum?" Rurik looked at the building and got surprised she managed to notice his lunchtime spot from such a distance. "Some soup with goat meatballs!!" For some reason, he didn't feel like he had to hide it from her.

    "Mind if I steal some!?"

    "Eh... well, whatever. Come on!" He laughed, thinking how there was going to be none of it by the time she did all the turn back thorough the building and to the backyard. Or so he had planned at first, but her next move was just to jump from the second floor with no concern for her safety. The snow was disturbed below her feet and muffled her fall perfectly. His jaw just dropped as she approached, drooling at the smell of the soup.

    "Gimme." Her demand was punctuated by her hand extending to him, who was still sitting on a rock with the skinning knife and the goat skin on his lap.

    "Eh..."

    "Gimme. Mesedez!"

    She had the most innocent and adorable wide smile he ever saw, with a hint of one of her fangs looming. Okay. There is no way I can't deny if she asks it with such a face...

    "Okay, okay..." He left the skin hanging on a branch near and pulled his blood covered gloves off. "Grab one of those metal bowls and some cutlery as I clean my hands."

    Unlike their previous instances together, she behaved completely. She sat in another rock nearby, holding the bowl in her hands patiently. Rurik served her a meager portion first, hoping that would be enough, but she raised the recipient in silence, looking at him straight on the eyes. Ugh. Don't do that! He served her half of the food equally, and that seemed to please her, that started to eat right away.

    "Hey! It's burning!"

    But she wasn't bothered by the hot meat or the broth that seemed freshly gathered from a volcano. She ate the meatballs as she hummed, and drank the soup in one go, that the poor Russian could only watch as his own portion was slowly becoming less, eating it carefully.

    "Gaaah! Gozo-gozoaaa!" Her hands raised the bowl to him. "Seconds?"

    "There is no more today. But I have some candy..." He gave her a strange looking chocolate bar with some funny colorful little men drawn on the wrapper. Of course, Bakarne could not even read whatever it said. "I'm not big on sweets, so you can have them."

    "Yay! Is not a karolina, but it will do!" In seconds, she was already munching it.

    They were in silence for a while, only the chewing and eating being heard. A gentle breeze of cold air passed, moving the branches of the trees nearby. Bakarne made a ball of the wrapper and put it inside one of her pockets. Rurik put away his mess kit.

    "Hm. That was all so good." Bakarne got up and burped. "When is dinner time?"

    "Listen..." Rurik felt his head drowning. "I'm too tired for thinking about what to make later. I need a rest."

    "You do? I thought you never slept at all! Kar-kar-kar!" She hit her knee as if she said the best joke ever. "Why don't you go and flatten your ears?"

    "I wish I could. But I know the moment I close my eyes one of you will come and stab me or cut my neck. Everyone here hates me." His sharp accent was not enough to hide how miserable he felt.

    "Hum." She looked at him. "Well, I don't hate you."

    "Eh?" His gray eyes looked at her, stunned. "But I..."

    "Hm, you threatened me with your nasty wang before, sure... But I don't think you murdered Lázár." Tipping her glasses, she continued. "But is not like I have evidence, so don't get too cocky with it either."

    "I see... So do you suggest a truce? I have no trust in things like those." He smiled.

    "No, no, we have a business relationship. You keep feeding me... and I will watch your back during the night, aye?" She hit her chest proudly. "When you feed a Basque, you are earning their undying loyalty. I owe you my life now."

    "Hah...hahahah...." He grabbed his head in disbelief. "You are something else."

    He got up to her.

    "Deal." They shook their hands firmly, looking at each other. "With this, your application as personal sucker of my Soviet cock is dismissed in favor of your protection services."

    "Gotcha. I will go nap to be charged. See ya later, communist pig."

***

    Night of the same day. Banan had just got a hot cocoa, smelling like the milk was probably spoiled already, and went to close down her office. But before she entered, she heard something as if they were rummaging inside.

    The cup flew on the air as she jumped inside, and the figure that was assaulting her file cabinet reacted calmly. Before she could turn on the lights to see their face, the intruder charged against her. Her body reacted fast enough and flexed her leg to make them trip. It succeeded half way, as the person could not stop from failing after hitting the railing and hitting the floor of the lower floor. Bingo! She took a second to grab a flashlight and rushed down the stairs. The thief was already recovering and started to sprint toward the halls that lead the basement.

    "You, disgusting little thing..." And she kept the pressure, running behind them.

    It was at the same time that Emil was dehydrated, kinda being forced to gush on the fascist pussy of Elizabeth. She was riding him hard, still hungry, after having kept him pinned and hard for the whole day.

    "Please... I learned my lesson... just let me rest!" He begged, but she was not giving in.

    "You are not done with this!" She growled and hit his left nipple with a riding crop. "You wanted me all to yourself, now deal with it, you fucking twink moor! You will rest when my cunt has creamed the whole bed!"

    The bunk bed creaked and screeched. It wouldn't stop bouncing as they both were on their 14th intercourse of the day. Emil was all tied up in leather, with a chain that was linked to the collar on his neck, and a metal cock ring that no one knows where the hell did Elizabeth got it from. She herself was also wearing a leather top and boots. Emil felt his nose becoming all clogged and his sight blurry. Near to pass away from the big effort that was the marathon of sex the voracious young girl had. And it felt so good, her pussy was great, but he was almost dying from the lack of liquids in between session.

    "Please... just fucking cum already... You can't milk a cow that had given the production of the day until they recharge..."

    "No excuses! You twink! Moaner!" And she hit the right nipple now.

    "Achk!" His cock left the last strand of his own hot milk be inserted on her warm inside, but that didn't stop her. "Haa..."

    So pleasurable, yet so dizzy. Finally, she decided to give up and let him free. Her cunt was leaking a lot. Well, he did his best. He deserves a good reward. She liberated him and kissed his cheek.

    "Let's go to the restroom and wash ourselves a bit. And I will give you something nice to drink.

    "Aw... thank you."

    Once they were clean and in the way back to the room, she gave him a bit of orange juice she grabbed from the bar. He started to drink on as he walked and she patted his back. For a moment, Emil looked at her tenderly, and thought she was reciprocating his feelings a bit. They were already almost inside the room. His lips pressed as he tried to find some proper words for opening up, but before he had the courage, a loud sound scrapped the moment.

    "Gyackh!"

    Elizabeth saw red for some seconds as something fell on her nape and some blood started to drip from her forehead. Emil turned back and saw the aggressor's silhouette running away...

    "Who was it!? Who was that fucker!?" The German cried as she desperatedly tried to grab her cane on the dark. "Go! I will follow you in a moment!"

    "But..."

    "This is nothing! Will clear it in a moment and follow-" She was not left to finish her line as he started to carry her. "You ass!"

    "Save your complains for later!"

    And the moment she was able to grab the weapon, he started to run the way the perpetrator runned away to.

    Hum. Maybe I didn't think this one thorough. Bakarne yawned, getting closer to the bedroom of Karabanov. Will he actually try something dirty again? A small shape came from the door. They both looked at each other, or so she thought, but it was dark enough for her not to tell apart if she was a man or a woman. The person ran away. Don't tell me I am late and someone... She saw the footprints of red.

    Rushing towards the bedroom, she saw the body of Rurik sitting on the floor, without his ushanka, and his neck colored red.

    "Gh..."

    "Hey!" She got closer. "Are you okay?"

    After inspection, she found out it was not cut but someone had tried to strangle him with a thin cord. Maybe something similar a piano wire. The blood was coming mostly from his mouth, giving him trouble to breathe.

    "Don't worry. I will get you to the infirmary..."

    "Sh-shut up." He slowly grabbed something from his belt. A Makarov gun, fully loaded. "Blow their fucking head and paint the walls with the brains of that bastard. I don't care who it is."

    "Hum, now you want me to be labeled as a traitor?" But she didn't deny the gun. "What do I get from all this?"

    "I...will keep cooking for you for the rest of my life."

    Wooosh. With flashing speed, her boots were storming the hall following the blood trail towards the attacker. Good thing she had a nap before, as she could soon see the dark small body. A turn left. Of course. She went straight, planning ahead and ready to ambush taking all turn from the square shape of the halls to corner the rat. It seemed to work, so now they were getting toward the ends of the hall, where they collided in a T shaped corridor.

    The paths were becoming narrower. And only way to guide herself was the smell of the fresh blood. Otherwise, she was running all the way in the dark. And when she knew they were close to the end of the main side, near the dead end, some light flashed. Her tracks stopped. It was the place she was certainly aiming for. Yet...

    Banan. Holding a flashlight and angered. In one of the T shaped entrances. And in the opposite way, Emil and Elizabeth, on leather clothes of the sexual kind.

    "What the fucking fuck..."

    "That's my line!" They all replied.