by Marcus Sloss
“Paris, yeah. She was told to say that. We are actually sitting really pretty on weapons. You would be surprised how many super liberals handed in weapons for the latest Hansen buyback. I just didn’t want to have to write the boys up for lost weapons,” Eddy chuckled and then stopped. “Funny how, when the end of the world arrives, and us desk cops are worried about paperwork. As you can imagine, most of us get sent here on assignment. Not exactly the area you can afford to keep your family close to. Which leaves most of my twelve officers, ten effective crew, in a bind.”
“We are expecting, what? Two hundred more?” I asked Perci.
“When you add in the extended family, it will be closer to a thousand is my guess. A thousand trying to get here. No offense, Cap, but you and I are pariahs. You brought one and I brought none. Dedric brought fourteen. Fourteen awesome people, but still, fourteen,” Perci said, and I held up a hand to pause her.
“Well, you can have the men and women come by. Blare the horn two rapid times every few minutes on your way up the road. There is clean water here, steep slopes, and lots of room to expand. Best of all, we have solar panels in storage and hydro generators,” I said with part dismissal.
“Before I go, how would we integrate into the rank structure?” Eddy asked with a twisted jaw firm in determination. “That will be a big sticking point. The internal politics of who gets to order whom around is still prevalent in the police force.”
“Run your own unit. You get LT status with two sergeants. However, we are no ordinary military unit. The only reason I can offer you that is my troops are very, very unique. If or when we combine, do not be surprised if you’re treated like a logistics officer. They will countermand a stupid order in a heartbeat. But if you want someone to empty a trailer or to load up an ATV for a mission, well, they will heed that order no problem.”
“I run my crew, you’re the boss, and we get in where we fit in. Look, Mr. Yang. The local state trooper office does not have the manpower or firepower to weather a walking bear army. You have electric weapons here, anti-tank missiles, explosives, and fifty cals. We would rather not die by our lonesome,” Eddy said, folding his arms in frustration. “You have one entry point unless the aliens can scale cliffs or are all wearing those jetpack things. This valley is very defensible compared to our little wide open station.
“At the same time, I bet that mansion will be full as well as those side homes. You are right about being able to expand, but with what and how? Regardless, expect the boys and girls to come out in the morning to say hi. I think we all need a hard lesson in the fact that the end of the world is not some cozy adventure. Mansion sure is nice perk, though. One of the best I have seen.”
“Won’t be when we convert it. Going to tear every bedroom into a miniature apartment. Then open the attic into housing. Build some sort of defenses on the roof. A lot of work to do. Could certainly use some help. And some tools, or guns. Let me know if you reject the offer and end up wanting to trade something. If not, we will check on you every few days. Double horn toot every few minutes means it is us. If you do not come out to greet us, we will go in expecting hostile humans or aliens.”
“About zero chance it comes to that. Morale was in the shitter with most uncertain of what to do. Until the morning, Cap, I know I am moving into the barn. Will probably need a few trailers to load up supplies tomorrow once I let the others know I am moving myself and the excess here,” Eddy said with a deep deflated sigh. “I expect the station to get hit for weapons and ammo by desperate people that I don't know if I could shoot.”
“The crew defends what it has,” I replied with a stern tone. “See you in the morning.”
He gave a nod of his head while touching the tip of his hat. When the door slid closed with his departure, I pulled my ladies in for an embrace.
“Thoughts?”
“Seemed straightforward. Eddy, at least to me, sees the safety in numbers, and the perks of this place over an office building. I thought he would demand more,” Willow said with a shrug.
“This was a bit of a first for me. Hell, I even shot his men,” I said with a long sigh.
“I will be worried about retaliation and have an eye on them for now. Eventually, we will have to turn people away and it is going to be really hard,” Perci said dejectedly. “Well, at least that was quick. Come, my lovers. To bed we must go. Captain’s orders.”
“King’s orders!” Willow joyfully said.
I smirked, ignoring the comment. The exterior of the building was still busy with vehicles being unloaded. Where all that stuff was going was a mystery. I was going to…
“Perci, get name tags on every one. Black marker shirts if we have to. There are so many new people, it will be required. Captain’s actual orders,” I said when I paused looking over all the family members I had never been introduced to. A few tired kids tried to cling to their parents. “Well, Jasmine has friends now at least.”
“I will have Maria ensure we have name tags by tomorrow,” Perci said.
The sound of a beeping machine caught my attention as one of the backhoes was moving an empty upright hesco. I diverted us to chat with the Mitchell brothers. There were a few teenagers helping unbox addition empty barriers that waved as we approached.
“Hey Cap, XO said I can run a night crew for now. Figure if we can’t sleep, might as well work. Cover your ears, boss. Further!” Mitchell yelled to Jevon who was on the roof.
“Ten paces back!” Jevon shouted in return.
“Now he says something. Oh, is this your radio? Thanks, Cap.”
“Perci has a spare. I am going to bed. See you boys in the morning. Tell the XO I want name tags on everyone. Name or rank for now. And Mitchell,” I said, and the man waited for me to keep going with questioning raised eyebrows. “You and your brothers can’t all wear the Mitchell tag. We are breaking the last name army thing.”
“Always wanted to call Slister by Sammy in public. Your will shall be done, for the crew.”
“For the crew,” I said, and left for the mansion.
I was shocked when we made it up to our third floor room without being stopped by anyone seeking orders. There was a note on the door to the private suite. Reserved for the boss and the two hotties he is lucky to sleep with.
“Becca might be jealous,” I said with a snicker.
“Damn straight. We won’t always be able to have a room to ourselves,” Perci said with a teasing pout. Her eyebrows bounced as she grabbed each of our ass cheeks. “Ready for round two?”
The door gave a soft close behind us. I secured the room before stripping my gear into a reading chair by the bed. I went over my ritual of laying out everything neatly.
“I never expected you to be so lustful, Perci,” I said, and Willow scoffed.
“Well, you took it easy on her. The sex was great, but I am tender. You stretched your pet’s little pussy,” Willow softly whimpered while coming over to kiss an exposed scar on my shoulder. She pointed at my organized gear. “Explain this before you ravage Perci.”
“I knew you were a winner. Get that chair and haul it over. Every room with armor will have stands eventually. The goal is simple. Get out of bed, gear up swiftly, and be ready to fight. With only thirty sets of armor, we will likely be swapping between crews,” I said with a sad sigh. Even old plate armor was better than nothing. I doubted Eddy had extra armor to trade or hand out if they joined. I let the sadness fade as Willow stripped. “Nice. You tucked your helmet in your knees. Next time, turn it upside down so your dome protector can hold your scan glasses or whatever else you want to equip last before your helm.”
“Do you want me to do out of bed drills?” Willow asked with a twisted jaw while she contemplated something. I rotated behind her to work her hair loose of its knot. Perci snuck up behind me to rub my back. Her long pink hair flowed free after I released the braids. Willow went into a pouch, pulled out a pill and swallowed it. “Mom should be here when I wake up. I will be a wreck without a sleepi
ng pill.”
With her gear organized, she left Perci rubbing my back to slide into bed naked. I picked up Perci so I could carry her to the other side of the king mattress. Willow slid over, while patting the empty closer bed slot. She curled up on her side to watch as I gently laid Perci down. I kissed her neck while my body hovered above hers. I felt the grogginess of the day washing over me while I kissed her nipples. My desire to please Perci won out as I suppressed a yawn.
My kisses traced down her toned body until my tongue swirled circles around her tiny little pearl. The first finger went in fine but the second struggled against her tightness.
“Three, Master!” Perci moaned out. I glanced over her firm tummy with the contours of her abs outlined. Willow was romantically kissing Perci and I may have lost control of my desire. I went up Perci’s body with my head to the side so they could keep kissing. My cock lined up to her tiny slit. Her eyes widened when she realized what I was about to do. I dove deep into her tiny little pussy.
Poor Willow. Perci shifted the pain and bit Willow’s lip. Their kiss broke with both ladies grunting from the pain. Perci bit the back of her arm in a mix of lust and ache. Willow sat on Perci’s face in a lunge of desire as she faced me. I went to my knees as I thrust into the tight little pussy while we attained a rhythm. When Willow kissed me, I tasted the iron of her bleeding lip. Both of the women were moaning with pleasure as we worked towards a climax. Willow shuddered from Perci’s tongue as she loudly orgasmed. When she rolled off, I laid down and Perci’s legs wrapped around my hips. I dove deep with desire as my wide girth was squeezed by her tight tunnel. I could feel her getting so close. Willow wrapped a hand around Perci’s neck which helped her climax with me. I grunted as I spilled into her. When I pulled out, I looked to see the damage. There was a small tear that leaked blood as her pussy pumped my white seed out.
“Sorry, Perci. Lost control there,” I said with furled brows.
“I bit Willow’s lip, so sorry Willow, but by the heavens, that sex was great. Hurt at first, like way more than I thought it would. I promise I will never intentionally mark you.”
“I was kind of shocked, I wasn’t going to join, but fuck… That pain made my desire soar and I wanted nothing more than to join you both. Fun learning lesson. Mom will give me a hard time for the busted lip. I will be honest, blame it on rough sex. She would be heartbroken if she thought Eric was hitting me.”
“Heartbroken or murderous?” Perci said with a soft snickering laugh. “Mother despises meek men. Probably why she loves Eric so much. Still, if he went abusive, I would have to hide him from her.”
“Okay, okay. Willow, honesty works. Perci, do you want to get this blood out of these sheets or do we need to put a towel down? I am tired and this may be our last good night of rest for a while. Hit me with a sleeping pill, Willow, please.” I watched Willow’s huge natural tits bounce as she went to her vest. I was handed a pill that included a tender kiss. “Even sexed out, I will have nightmares and I want a good night’s rest. Thanks for this. What is the brand?”
“That is a low dose lambian pill. Now, get over here, you stud. I want to be little spoon tonight,” Willow said, patting the spot behind her. Perci flushed a toilet, shimmied into a pair of panties, and set a towel over the messy spot on the bed. Perci kissed me goodnight, then backed her butt into Willow’s crotch. I completed the spoon while tossing the covers over us. “Now, this is something a girl dreams about. Goodnight my King, and my Queen.”
CHAPTER 10
I snuck out of bed without disturbing the girls. My attempts to silently gear were futile when I heard rustling. Perci stretched out in the bed while gently shaking Willow awake.
“Good morning, ladies,” I said as I watched two sets of amazing breasts greet me. “Cover those girls up or I will never leave this room.”
“One day we will stay in bed with servants. Like the kings and queens we are!” Perci said playfully after her stretching yawn. “I will tow Willow around to show her what an S1 and S4 officer have to deal with.”
“Sounds great, I am going to download the latest Gpad data from our tours. I am guessing, since we got a full five-plus hours of rest, there were no drastic issues,” I said, giving Willow a tender kiss. Perci was wanting more when our lips met. With immense willpower, I pried myself away from her exposed yummy goodies. “If opportunity allows, I hope to have breakfast with you both.”
When I left the room, I found the noise from the stairwell was loud. I was surprised it was so quiet in our bedroom. They must have installed soundproofing insulation. This entire mansion was built using high quality materials. The wooden bannisters, handrails, and molding looked hand etched.
When I arrived on the first floor, I was surprised. The number of people crowded around the kitchen was staggering. The wafting smell of cooking meat lured me in. I recognized a lot of faces from my Saudi unit that must have arrived during the night. Pats, high fives, and a few friendly hugs were given to me as I sought my XO. I noticed everyone had masking tape with names written in black marker. Perfect.
I had to ask a few times over the echoing noise where Jevon was. Obviously, he was on the roof, which meant I had to backtrack. Perci and Willow passed me as I went up and they clomped down. A few minutes later, I was scurrying up the shingled roof. I hated how steep the angle was, but that design helped with the snow. The added attic space would be an added boon against our soon-to-be housing woes.
“Hey Cap, was just wondering when you would find me,” Jevon said as he sat on the peak. He was watching the hesco barriers get filled over a thousand feet away. When I settled down into a spot beside him, I let out a long whistle. “Right, apparently not many people wanted to sleep.”
The valley allowed only one entrance, except by expert climbers. That was through the wooded southern section where the dirt road cut through the trees. The hesco barriers started there as an initial wall. There was no perimeter at all around our mansion, guest houses, or the barn. Jevon had decided to seal the valley in as a priority. I looked down at our supply of the fabric containers with metal ribbing. We were almost out of them to build the long wall. The concertina wire was being hauled over in the dozers scoop one spool at a time. Pickets were being hammered into the dirt that filled the hesco containers.
“Um…” I said, stunned.
“I know. Hear me out. I would not have done something so drastic, unless I was one hundred percent certain you would approve. I did the math. We would have never encircled all the structures with two bottom and one up top container. Single-layer, yes,” Jevon said. I looked at the half mile valley entrance and compared it to the circular space three hundred feet outside our buildings. He was right, after some quick estimated math. “Good, I see it in your eyes. So, that left what was our best option. A solid wall to the south blocking anything on foot. Much easier to defend once we clear the trees in front of the wall. I just hated the idea of a single layer with lots of blind spots.”
My head bobbed in agreement. This was not what I had planned, but it would work and, more importantly, Jevon was right. I knew there would be downsides to any defense. With that thought in mind, you could always improve the situation. Something would need to go around our perimeter in case we had jetpack troops dropping on us. A berm of pushed dirt made the most sense.
Jevon let me work out the scenarios and then said, “After the wall is done, I was thinking of using the downed trees as a burial tool. Use the dozer to drop dirt on top of them. Will mean less dirt to move and more foundation to the berm. Nothing too tall. Something we can use to fire from or duck behind,” Jevon said, while indicating with a sweeping finger of the area he planned on using. “Build a trench on both sides with limited bridges to keep the area from the berm to the mansion a good kill zone.”
“What were you wanting to use for guard towers?” I asked, and he shrugged without an answer. “We could build high piles and convert trailers. Would need some welding tools, though, and the trailers are a
lready being considered for housing.”
“That is why I shrugged. Inventory has some hammers, chainsaws, and basic tools. No welding or woodworking tools to turn trees into planks. I am not complaining here, Eric. This is far better to defend than a shipyard with nothing. I just wish we had more time to prepare. When you start digging into the fine details, you realize you need a lot more supplies than we have. We are still good on weapons, but as troops came in over the night, we ran out of armor.”
“I will try to find a solution with the armor. You’re right; plywood would have been nice. Not like I can divert people to pick up plywood from the local building store. I bet there are riots at all those places right now. I am sure if we survive long enough that stuff will be simple to find,” I said as the RV passed our hastily built gate with a half dozen police cars in tow. That reminded me. “Your mom should be here, right?”
“Yup, she got in last night. She is a mess with nagging concern. I gave her busy work and last I saw, she was helping cook. Said we need chickens. Mom went on a tangent about eggs. As if a brother knows where to get eggs from the fucking mountains,” Jevon said with a chuckle. “You, though, find my mom some chickens, Yanger. I am going to get some sleep. Here is my radio.”
“Thanks Jevon. I will let Perci know to get chickens, keeping momma Moore happy is vital to a long life. Oh hey, any updates or timeline changes?”
“The information from Jarod, Mitchell’s oldest brother, was that our Xgates were still on their slow descent. Wave three and four arrived. The six thousand Xgates of the fourth was finally more than government militaries were able to cope with. Oh, and some were not a full four sides active. I think they leave room for expansions. At least, that was the consensus on the reporting. Anyway, hundreds of new species have revealed themselves. Most are here to pillage, while others have established trade. It will be a roll of the dice as to what we get. I am hoping we get a D20 roll on all four portals.”
