Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

... the top shooter in the unit, but she was competitive. There was a healthy level of competition when it came to skills at this level, and all of them acknowledged Max her's.

Buzby was hands down the best shooter in the unit, his natural marksmanship was uncanny; that's why he led the target team.

Target team took point on breach and with electronic baffles in place, the lock-pick program did its job. Seamless entry into the Quinton was a walk in the park with the nanoweave covering any visual sensors as they were rerouted one by one. It was the slow methodical work that Max's unit excelled in.

Two security hostiles were silently eliminated on deck 2 as Max and Demo team worked their way towards engineering: removing obstacles and clearing as they went.

The deadly and silent dance concluded with three demo charges placed around the fusion plant of the Quinton. Backtracking towards deck 2 again, the team went on to propulsion: again, eliminating and clearing as they went. A fifty-kilo charge was precisely placed on each of the massive drives that drove the Quinton.

Demo team, now done with their part, made their way back to deck 2.

Then the ship's battle stations Klaxon went off, and chaos enveloped the mission. Scores of security personnel bolted out of berths, only a handful of them on shift, but all fully armed and armored.

"Demo team, report" Yance's voice crackled in over coms.

"Charges set, proceeding to breach" responded Max, her team covered ...

... the corridor as she paused.

"Belay that, go to deck 5, target team is pinned down, break them out," Yance's voice was steady, but he was obviously not happy.

Demo team worked through, clearing dozens of security squads along the way: finally coming out into a corridor where target team was pinned down just as someone lit up the hallway with a heavy MG, tearing through bulkheads and eviscerating two of Max's Demo team. Sliding down the corridor while keeping low, Max tossed a frag grenade into the doorway where the MG was shooting from.

As the grenade went off, Max sprinted into the opposite end of the hall before seeing two corpses splayed out in pieces, obviously from her unit. She slid into the cubby next to Buzby.

"Extract Buzz!" She spat. Buzby pulled a container out of the cubby, patting it and then Max's shoulder.

Nodding, Max gripped the built-in handles of the rectangular container, its rounded and reinforced corners gliding along the floor, an integral display showing some kind of medical readout.

Max maneuvered the case along the edge of the hallway, holding her rifle to cover their forward progress. A security detail turned the corner in a rush and her finger caressed the firing stud, dropping them as their bits splattered across the walls. Max kept moving forward, staying low. The Demo team continued clearing the path while the Target team brought up the rear.

Along the way back up to deck 2, the security became painfully aware of the visual ...