Retired - Chapter Four – Battle in the dark - Sex Stories

Retired - Chapter Four – Battle in the dark

... hole in the rubble and go look. Damn it! I had to stop that radio call. I moved as fast as I could and still remain silent. I was too late. When I cleared the rubble pile one of the men was in the hovercar. I did not hesitate. I threw a throwing spike into the man still out of the car. Then I pulled my rail pistol and fired through the open door into the other man. I moved back to the crawlway. “Lizell get the gear, we have to move. Now!”, I called back into the darkness. She was moving fast when she pushed the first bag out to me. I opened it and retrieved the micro computer. I had the car hacked by the time she came out with the second bag. She came out a few moments later with some of the gear I had pilfered. I started going through it and pulled out the propane bottles and black powder. I then started hiding them in the rubble of the mound. She returned with the last of the stuff just as I was finishing up. “Get in the car. We have to leave.” She did not even comment on the blood in the car. We were moving at a dangerous pace through the tunnels. I was headed towards the first entrance I had ever discovered. It was on the east side of town and well hidden by overgrowth. I had to hope it was undiscovered. I turned a corner at a pace that would have scared a race driver and dead in my path was another car. I headed straight for and over the car as fast as I could. They were on my tail in seconds. There ahead of me was the weed choked entrance. If you did not know it was ...

... an entrance you would never see it. I hit the roots and stems like a pile driver and forced our way through. Then I pulled the ejection handle. I hoped this would work. Our pod arched into the air and started to tumble. The airfoil opened and we started our controlled decent. Then there was an explosion below and behind us. The following car had not seen the car trapped in the weeds. As soon as our pod hit the ground, I was moving. I had the door open and was climbing out before the airfoil collapsed. Lizell was right behind me. I left the pilfered goods and grabbed the two bags. We ran through the weed-choked fields as fast as we could. “Give me one of the bags,” Lizell said, as we stopped inside the tree line. I helped her put it on her back, then placed mine. “We have a couple miles of walking, then we are going somewhere you may not like.” “If it is safe, I will love it.” Soon we were looking at the back of a building on the very edge of town. The walls were old-style brick and the doors were painted red. The shutters were a garish purple and the curtains hanging in the windows were all a different color. Over the back door was a red light that burned brightly in the evening air. “Is that what I think it is?” “That depends on what you think it is.” “Is that a pleasure house?” “It is what you think it is.” We moved up and knocked on the door. A middle-aged woman with a painted face opened the door. “We are not open yet. Go get drunk at a bar and… Oh, my God! Is that you, ...