"Suicide," Connor whispered. "Move on."
"Emily Connor is Sov ward #15831956401 and is now in Food Preparation Selection #401 under the pseudonym Fiona Weston. House #5943." David paused and took a deep breath. "She is red tagged as activated."
"What does that mean?" Noah asked suspiciously.
"It means the Sov has a certain amount of time to locate you before she is…" David swallowed.
"What territory is #401 located?" Lawton asked quickly.
"Southern," Davids answered.
"Old Georgia to be specific. In a rural area." Johnson had shorn red hair and a light complexion. He was well built and looked like he could take care of himself.
"What Rebels do we have placed in 401?" Lawton went on, her jaw set.
Two teachers - but they are only able to supply intel. They have no authorization to exit the Selection." Davids replied.
"We can go in as Sov soldiers to move her," Rachel decided.
"Excellent," exclaimed Connor.
"Not you, Connor. They'll recognize you a mile away." Lockport quipped.
"I'll do it," Rachel volunteered. Female transports are required to be moved with a female officer."
"Johnson has experience in extractions." Lockport said.
"Yes, Sir - glad to assist." He said.
"I will be back up force. I'll stay hidden in case of emergency." Connor insisted.
"You have to hurry," Davids pushed. "This activation only lasts for three days."
We don't have time to argue, we don't even have time to sleep!" Rachel smashed random supplies into a pack.
"There are other female soldiers here," Connor wouldn't give it up.
"None as good as me, Connor! You know what happened in Old Manhattan?" She challenged.
Noah's face contorted in pain.
"I saved them all with Smithy's help. They were boarded onto ships in New York harbor as soon as the convoys took off. They are all safely tucked away in Old Maine. At the first above ground colony no less! I can do this, damn it - it's who I am!" Rachel was done talking. "Now fill your pack, we have got to go."
Someone knocked at the door, "Got your uniforms here."
Rachel opened it and took the hangers from the deliverer. "You are expected to report in two hours to the garage. I'll come back to show you the way." The private said.
Rachel closed the door.
"I can't lose you too, Rachel." Noah implored.
"You're not going to lose me. You need this… we need this." She reminded him as she secured close her pack.
"Then go over the plan again,"
"We have been over the op. We only have a little time, come into the shower with me."
"Rachel…"
"It'll relieve the tension, now come on." She pulled his arm and led him into the bathroom. She turned on the water, regulated it, and quickly took off her clothes as he watched holding his breath. She stepped into the water. "Your turn, Connor."
He remembered how he felt when he thought he had lost her when the Rebels separated them. He pushed the fear and the pain into action. He looked hungry as he backed her up against the shower wall.
"Noah, your clothes!"
"Fuck the clothes," Noah needed to feel that somehow everything would be alright. "You're all mine - naked and mine."
He slid his mouth down her neck as he pinned her hips to the wall with his hands, holding her in place. "Say it, Rachel. Say that you're mine."
"I'm yours," she breathed against his assault as he locked his mouth over the spicy pink of her tit.
"Every part of you is mine," he said hotly, licking her hardened tip.
"Every part… of me… is yours," Rachel panted as he moved to her other nipple.
She tried to grind her hips against him, but Noah kept her against the wall. "Let me be in control of this. I need to control something."
"Then do it - control me."
He brought his tongue to the bottom of her tit and licked a straight line up to her rose colored areola and followed the contour of the circle with his tongue. He deliberately missed her nipple to trail the top of her curvy breast up her neck to her parted lips.
She tried to kiss him, to devour his mouth with her own, but he stopped her.
"Don't move, baby. You don't move until I tell you to." He ordered gently but seriously.
He held her tummy with his right hand - fingers spread wide to her ribs - he pushed her back against the hard tile. With his left, he squeezed her nipple sensually as he swept the lines of her other tit with his wet lips and tongue. He sucked each area of her aerola, ignoring her puckered, and screaming nipple.
"Please, Noah!" She begged.
"Please Noah what?"
"You know what!" She accused.
"It's beautiful how it becomes so hard," he said and again feasted on the flesh of the dark circle.
"Oh God, suck it!" she moaned.
"Suck what?"
"Suck my tit - Noah please!"
He lifted it into his mouth with a flick of his tongue and lavished at it. He sucked, kissed, and licked it until she moaned again and her hips tried to defy his stationed hand.
"It is so hard to keep these sexy hips still," he said with her tit on his lips. He reached around her and gripped hold of her ass with both hands. His fingers massaged and pulled her apart. She felt the cool of the air; as his fingers worked her until he was at her slick, burning hole.
Her breath became unsteady as she gripped his shoulders for support.
"Hands behind your back, Lawton - and keep them there." She obeyed. "I am not done torturing your sweet breasts, yet." He said as his fingertips grazed her slit briefly before he flattened her ass against the wall again and flicked the nipple he hadn't attended to on the first round.
"Noah, I can't take it!"
"You're going to take it!" He skimmed the fingers of his right hand into the wetness of her sex. He felt his way through the folds, deliberately not touching her clit and sank two fingers deep into her fevered, clenching walls.
Rachel moaned and tried to fall against him - but he kept her positioned on the wall.
"Put your foot up on the side of the tub and spread your legs for me. I want to own every inch of you." He breathed sharply.
Rachel set her foot on the cool tub edge and felt herself open wider for him. She was soaked. Immediately his fingers pounded in and out of her, fucking her perfectly in a hard rhythm. The sensations crashed over her and took all of her strength and will power to stay standing.
She cried out.
"Oh, good girl…" Noah scooped her into his arms before her legs gave out and carried her to the bed, both of them drenching the floor, and sheets with shower water.
Noah spread her apart, holding both of her thighs down exposing her glistening pink flesh. "God, it's perfect." He blew cool air through his lips over her, "and it's mine." He changed his breath to come out as deep heat. Her clit stood to attention and she groaned. "Mmm, that feels good doesn't it, baby." He purred.
Rachel's head began to thrash as he alternated the hot and cool air over her labia and then concentrated his breath over her ultra-sensitive nub.
"I'm going to cum,” she cried.
"Yeah you are, I'm making sure of it." His tongue dove into the depth of her hole and curled at the tip of it. Her breath was sporadic.
"I want to consume every part of you," he spoke against her, creating a vibration that made her eyes roll into the back of her head.
"I want to devour you," he hummed directly onto her electrified clit. He lapped vigorously and flicked her with the tip of his tongue, then opened his mouth wide and licked it from the back of his tongue as if to swallow her whole, back to the very tip - then circled her feminine bud until he could feel her body seize and contort with the nearness of her orgasm.
He quickly stripped off his pants and moved up to his knees as if to worship her. He wrapped the inside of her knees around his elbows, pushing forward until she was fully sprawled b
efore him.
"I want to be as deep inside of you as I can be," Noah panted. His shaft was explosively hard and erect. "Reach down and touch yourself - I want to feel you inside as you come around my cock. Do it now, spread your pussy with your fingers." She followed his demands. "Very nice, Rachel. That's right, circle your heavenly little clit with your finger tips." He moaned. "Bring your fingers to your lips and lick them, taste your fineness and wet yourself more."
Rachel brought her glossy fingers to her lips sweeping across them before she darted out her own tongue to taste her juices.
"Oh God," Noah groaned. "Now spread your legs and fuck your clit,"
She did and shoved her sex against her working hand.
"You're touching yourself just right, aren't you?"
"Yes," she gasped.
"Look at me Rachel,"
Her eyes were glazed from lust. "Oh my God, you have your hand on your cock." She groaned realizing that Noah was pumping his own manhood.
"Yes it is… it's such a turn on to watch you grind yourself, I have to stroke. Go on move your hips. And when you get on the edge, I'm going to drive my hard dick so far into you, you're going to scream with pleasure." He promised. "Oh, you're so fucking perfect. I love to hear you whine and whimper - come for me, come on."
And there it was. Noah saw the change in her eyes, the rhythm of her hand and the holding of her breath. He plunged his cock into her tightness up to the hilt. She screamed as her walls clenched him. Her mouth dropped open as his heat fucked every nerve cell of her body. The powerful sensations sent her climbing higher until the first burst throughout her clit, her inner sex pulsated around his shaft in spasms as she called his name. He gripped her behind her knees and lifted her hips up off the bed as he ventured deeper. Noah cried out in ecstasy as her muscles compressed his hardness.
Their combined moans and need overtook him. He let go of his tight control and surrendered into her. When he was emptied, he lay by her side and held her flush against his chest until they floated back down and their heartbeats settled.
"I love you, Noah." Rachel whispered against him.
"Rachel, if you love me… anything is possible." He kissed her forehead tenderly.
They held strong - and no one wanted to be the first to let go.
Rachel remembered, "The water in the shower!"
Noah laughed as Rachel pulled apart from him and sprinted to the bathroom.
~ ~ ~
"I never thought I'd wear a Sov uniform again." Noah muttered as he fitted the jumpsuit over his shoulders.
"But now you're a Rebel," Rachel assured him.
"I am aren't I?"
"Through and through."
"Rach? How does one initiate a Joining in the Divisions?" Noah was tying his boots.
"One of the pair asks the other." She explained zipping her top.
"What do they say exactly?"
"Would you be joined, together with me?"
"Yes." Noah answered.
"Yes what?" She looked down at him while he finished tying his boots.
"Yes, I would be joined with you," He lifted his eyes and kept them steadily on hers.
She searched his expression, "Noah, you're serious."
"I've never been more serious," he held her gaze.
Rachel paused and thought about the gravity of the situation.
"Then it is customary for the Joined to give a token to one another." Rachel went through the desk drawer in the room and found a small sewing kit. She opened the tin top and removed a spool of crimson thread and a small pair of scissors. Between her fingers, she separated a lock of hair from underneath, close to her neck and braided the section into a fine line. Noah watched her closely. She tied off the bottom with the strand of thread then used another to secure the top of the braid. She snipped the hair and it fell into her palm.
"This is a token of me. I give it to you." Rachel held out the braid.
Noah carefully received the gift with gentle fingers, brought it to his lips and kissed it. Then he kissed her. "Don't move," he said.
He went to his pack and unzipped an inside pocket. He came back with his hand closed around something. "I found it in the house. It wouldn't have been used again and I felt worse leaving it than taking it. It is so beautiful, I thought of you." Noah opened his hand and revealed a long thin silver chain decorated with a circular pendant of a fleur de lis with a radiant sapphire embedded in the center.
"Will you put it on me?" Her voice was shaking.
With trembling hands he latched the clasp. She turned to face him. "Still sure, Noah?"
"Absolutely. You?"
She touched his smooth, freshly shaven jawline. "I'm sure." They held one another while the emotions solidified.
When Rachel pulled back her eyes were like flames, "Now, let's go get your sister."
Chapter 11
Sovereignty Ward
"How did you guys obtain a freaking Sov helicopter?" Rachel was impressed as she gazed over the powerful, sleek white chopper with the Sov insignia emblazoned on both sides.
Lawton, Connor, Lockport, Johnson, Davids, Daniels - a sharpshooter, and Andrews - the pilot, stood in the hanger site.
"Short story…" Lockport laughed and punched Johnson in the arm. "Let's just say it cost us two fifths of bourbon and the rest, well… the details are a little fuzzy."
Johnson snorted, "Two Sov soldiers, four hookers and one hell of an explosion." He lovingly stroked the chopper's panel. "She's a beaut! Two turbine engines, bulletproof, double rotation blades… Man, she turns me on!"
"She'll get us safely to Old Georgia." informed Lockport.
"I set up an extraction kit," said David handing the large manila envelope to Noah. Since Lieutenant Lawton will actually be the one to retrieve her from inside the Selection you'll want to go over the information together. You'll have plenty of time on the trip."
"Let's do this then!" cheered Johnson.
Once they were airborne, Lawton, Connor, Lockport and Johnson went through Emily Connor's extraction packet. It contained a photo shopped picture of Emily with a fake Selection family, the name of the family she was currently with, her new alias and papers under the name of Bella Sanders, along with a false identification pendant for Lawton.
To make their presence known, they touched down outside the gate of Food Preparation Selection #401 in a large field. Noah watched as Lockport and Johnson escorted Rachel, looking authentic and marching confidently in their Sov uniforms to the guard shack.
"We are here to retrieve Sovereignty ward # 15831956401 for transfer." Rachel said with authority.
"Current identification name?" The guard asked with his fingers poised on a computer keyboard.
"Fiona Weston."
"Family name and dwelling number,"
"Lennox, #5943
"Identification please," he requested.
Rachel passed him her id pendant. He scanned it over and picked up a landline phone. "Officer #74, Collect Sovereignty ward # 15831956401 from dwelling #5943 and bring her to the front gate for transfer." He hung the phone on the receiver. "It'll be a few minutes."
They backed up and heard a voice come over the guard's walkie, "Dispatch… we have a domestic quarrel at dwelling number #14.
"14 are ours," Lockport whispered to Lawton. "Distraction."
Five minutes later a Sov vehicle pulled up to the gate. Two Sov soldiers - a male and female - opened the doors and escorted a small blonde child to the gate. It was Emily.
Following protocol, Rachel and the others didn't acknowledge the girl, but simply waited for the gate to slide open.
Once the gate was about six inches apart, Emily squeezed herself through and ran toward the woods bordering the field.
The Guards laughed, "She's all yours," said the woman and Emily's escorts got back into the vehicle and drove off while Rachel turned and got right on Emily's heels.
The Sovs seemed very unconcerned with the situation and went back to their own
business. From the chopper Noah wondered how often Emily had given them trouble.
"Emily," Rachel called out when she got out of earshot of the guards. "I know your brother."
"Liar!" Said the little voice defiant in the distance.
"I know where your brother is," Rachel tried as she moved toward Emily's rage.
"I've heard that one before!" She challenged.
"How can I prove it to you Emily?"
"You can't! You already know everything there is about me!"
Her voice was coming from different directions as she weaved herself through the trees trying to throw Rachel off her trail. Rachel was immediately proud of her.
"I was an orphan too. I was passed from house to house through the Selections too. I'm not a Sov, I'm a Rebel working with your brother to make you safe."
Emily stayed quiet and Rachel knew they were running out of time before the real Sov soldiers came to assist.
"Baby Butterfly… I promise. That's what Noah used to call you when you came back home to live and he would visit." Rachel said.
A young girl with brilliant blue eyes and wild blond hair peeked out at Rachel from behind a thick tree. She had a splash of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. "You do know Noah!"
"Yes, I do." Rachel smiled at the frightened child.
"Where is he? Is he okay?" She asked walking quickly toward Rachel.
Rachel bent down and whispered in her ear when she approached, "He is waiting for you over in the big helicopter. Are you ready to see him?"
"Yes, yes!" her eyes rounded.
"Good, but you have to act for us, can you do that? We can't let the Sovs think that all of a sudden you are ready to go or they'll get suspicious." Rachel instructed. "Can you pretend that you are still angry?"
Emily nodded and made her face serious.
"That's very good. Now just play along with me." Rachel grabbed her by the elbow and yanked her out of the woods and toward the chopper. "Come on!" Rachel said loudly and angrily. "There is a schedule to keep."
Then they heard the first shots. Rachel took in the scene unfolding before them as she and Emily got to the clearing. Four Sov guards laid on the ground with blood blooms over their white uniforms. She heard the helicopter's engines rev. Somehow their covers were blown. They were in trouble.
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