War for free love

Chapter 6: getting rich

It was several precious minutes before I could land my F18. I was literally running on fumes as the deck crew worked to clear Ash's ruined fighter and make sure there wasn't any debris on the deck that could get sucked up into a jet engine.
By the time I was finally cleared to land, I was completely out of fuel and I had to glide my fighter down onto the flight deck, luckily catching the first wire with my tail hook.
My aircraft was pulled out of the way and quickly rearmed and refueled.
But as I waited to get ready to be cleared for takeoff again, Salenna came over the radio channel I was on and ordered me to gear up for a ground assault.
I parked my fighter and took the aircraft elevator down to the internal hangar deck.
Once my fighter was parked and shut down I quickly made my way to my room and quickly changed into combat gear.
I left my white lingerie I had on, mostly because I really didn't have time to put on new lingerie, donning an armored vest with a plate carrier and a helmet with night vision goggles, tactical gloves, an ammo belt, a machete I strapped to the back of my vest and a pair of white and brown combat boots.
Once I was geared up I quickly made my way to the armory where I grabbed a standard M4 carbine. I quickly attached a 4 times flip hybrid scope, a forward handgrip, a suppressor, a flashlight and a better stock that fit more comfortably in my shoulder.
I grabbed as much 556 ammunition as my ammunition belt could carry, then I grabbed some grenades, both lethal and smoke, then I left the armory and headed back up to the flight deck.
As I stepped onto the flight deck an F18 launched, roaring down the deck and up into the evening sky.
I watched the fighter dissappear from sight before I turned around and jogged to a waiting Mi 240 super Hind transport that already had its rotor blades at full speed.
I jogged up the rear ramp, quickly noticing the eight women in full combat gear already waiting. I found my seat as the Hind lifted off of the flight deck.
I switched radio channels to the one the team was using, quickly patching into the battlenet.
"So what's the reason we are going in?" I asked as I checked my weapon.
"One of our TU 95 bombers was shot down near LA. A couple of the pilots that survived were captured and detained by LA police. Their beacon is active so we know which station to hit. We are going in fast and hard, then extracting out of the area." One of the women spoke. I couldn't make out her features due to her having both a black balaclava and a combat helmet on. I couldn't help but admire the woman's body, as she had a bulletproof vest on that kept her breasts exposed, but protected her abdomen. She also wore a short black miniskirt and black thigh high stockings. I noticed the seven other women as well wore the same outfit.
I felt my pussy get wet at all the hot women around me, and I felt my nipples get hard and aroused.
I pushed the feeling down and tried to concentrate at the task at hand.
I hadn't put on any pants or a skirt when I had changed, only wearing my armored vest.
I let my hand drift down in between my crotch and began to rub my soaking pussy through my thong, feeling how soaked the material already was by my arousal.
"So why was a TU 95 bomber flying over LA in the first place?" I asked as I slowly began to rub my clit.
"Well its mostly classified as a result, but the bomber was going to drop a gas bomb designed to kill off any and all men and boys in LA. The gas has a chemical in it that targets male genetics and ignores female genetics. Once the gas had done its job we was going to roll in on LA and capture the city and gain our foothold in the U.S." The woman replied, eyeing my hand as my fingers began to rub my clit a bit faster.
"But now we have to rescue the crew and pull out. In one hour the last of the money will be secured back to the second carrier. Command has simply decided to drop a nuclear bomb on LA instead, and just wipe out everything."
The news that we was going to nuke an American city left me reeling for a moment, but this was the path I had decided to take. We couldn't show weakness to anyone. But I also knew that the United States would hunt us down with everything in their arsenal. We would be starting a war.

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Thirty minutes later I was back over LA. I had managed to keep my fingers out of my pussy, instead now firmly gripping my M4. The Hind dropped off half the women at the crash sight of the old Russian bomber to secure the secret bomb and search for any remaining survivors.
Once the Hind had dropped off the first team, it took back off and headed for the target police station.
The station we flew to was near downtown LA on 6th Street. It was known as Rampart station, and was currently holding our fellow UPLW members hostage.
The Hind managed to touch down in the intersection in front of the police station. The gunner manning the automatic rotary cannon on the port side kept an eye out for any police officers or any hostile forces as the rear ramp lowered and we quickly filed out. As soon as my boots touched the ground I turned toward the station and ducked down behind a parked car. The six other women did the same, all of them hunkering down behind a couple other vehicles.
At this point the sun was high in the sky, so we didn't have darkness to our advantage. I looked around at my surroundings, looking for any hostiles that might be in the area as the Hind took back off to get out of harms way. Thats when I noticed the street lights were out completely.
I turned to the woman I had spoken to earlier, Carmen, and nudged her with my elbow.
"Hey whats the deal with the street lights?"
Carmen shrugged her shoulders. "I dont know. The power station that supplies this area with electricity probably was knocked out. We had a few demolition teams in the city a hour ago targeting such infrastructure. So that means the station in front of us is probably out of power as well."
I let this information sink in for a moment before replying.
"Well wouldn't these stations have a backup power source? Like an outside generator?" If power gets knocked out these places still have to run for emergencies."
Carmen nodded in agreement. "Thats possible. And I bet that they're waiting for us to just walk up in there through the front door."
I nodded. "Alright here's what we are going to do. I need two of our members to look for a power source on the side of the building somewhere and disable it. Once that is done we are going to get up on the roof and gain entry that way. Anyone inside guarding our people won't see it coming. They'll be in the dark. My bet is they have our people in an interrogation room under heavy guard. We find that and we free our people. Then we just walk out the front door."
Carmen nodded, then turned to the rest of the team and gave out several rapid hand gestures. Two of the women peeled off and ran to the station, soon disappearing from sight around a corner. Carmen then turned back to me and nodded.
I nodded in reply, then I took a couple deep breaths. I braced myself, then I stood up and ran toward the side of the station, expecting bullets to come flying at me at any moment.
When I felt the wall of the station against my back I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
I scanned the area, first making sure the area was clear before I waved the rest of my team over.
Once my team had reformed, I led the way around the building to the garage in the back. Still no alarm had been raised, which sent alarm bells ringing off in my head. I swallowed my nerves and focused on the task at hand.
A ladder attached to the back of the building gave access to the roof, but we had to first get through the thick metal security fence.
One woman dug in her rucksack and pulled out a torch and began to methodically cut through the fence.
It was a harrowing few minutes, but as the last bar was cut free, no alarm had still been raised.
I led the way through the hole and quickly made it over to the ladder, still scanning the area to make sure it was clear.
I quickly climbed the ladder to the roof, again scanning the area when I got to the top. Again no contacts. At this point I was beginning to feel that we was walking into a trap.
Once everyone was on the roof, I made my way over to the roof access that lead to the helipad. We stacked up by the door, and once we was ready, I threw the door open and rushed inside, rifle at the ready.
A set of stairs lead down into darkness, but that problem was solved with a quick flip of my Night Vision Goggles on my helmet. I kept my breathing steady as I descended down the stairs, clearing corners as I went.
Before long we made it to the ground floor without incident. The lights were on so I flipped my NVGs back up as I came to a corner.
I stacked up on the wall and peeked around, quickly pulling my head back as a hail of gunfire erupted, peppering me with plaster and brick as bullets impacted against the wall.
"CONTACT!!" I yelled out over the comm as I fumbled for a flashbang grenade on my belt.
I managed to pry one free and armed it, counting to three before I tossed it around the corner.
The flashbang went off a couple of seconds later, and I reacted.
I smoothly went around the corner, my M4 already at the shoulder, and I squeezed the trigger as I got my sights on my first target.
A group of LAPD SWAT and a few uniform officers had taken up position near the other end of the hall, but had made the mistake of grouping up tightly. The group was reeling from the flashbang, and it wasnt much work to eliminate all of the targets.
When the last body fell, I calmly ejected my near empty magazine and slapped in a fresh one, and continued moving on.
As I came upon the police officers I noticed two of the SWAT members were still alive, albeit greatly injured.
I pointed to the two men still alive and had one of the women ziptie their hands behind their backs and set them up against a wall.
We moved on, clearing the building as we made our way to the interrogation room where our fellow UPLW members were being held.
A couple corridors over we finally arrived at the interrogation rooms. I pressed my back up against the wall as I crept closer to the corner.

I reached into a pouch pocket and pulled out a wire with a tiny camera on the end and snaked it around the corner before I plugged the other end into a tiny computer screen.
The screen was static for a second before the static cleared to show the view down the corridor.
Six SWAT officers armed with steel shields were situated in a phalanx with their assault rifles braced on the top of the shields, ready to shred anything that tried to step out of cover.
I quickly put the camera back up and looked back at my squad. They were all ready. Their m4s at their shoulders. I nodded to my team and reached into a pouch and pulled out two fragmentation grenades.
I pulled the pins, then counted to three before I flung the grenades down the hall. I braced against the wall as I waited for the grenades to go off.
Two seconds later they did, and before the ringing in my ears faded away I took a deep breath and bolted around the corner, taking in everything at a glance.
The officers were reeling from the grenades going off, and were stunned monetarily for the most part.
One officer had dropped his shield in shock, and he was rewarded for his mistake with two rounds to the forehead.
I sent another burst of rounds downrange, not really hitting anyone, but causing chaos in their ranks.
Another officer crouched down behind his shield, but had made the mistake of sloping his shield to cover himself.
I quickly bolted down the corridor and used the officer's shield as a ramp, running up it and getting in behind the enemy ranks.
When I landed on my feet I turned and slung my rifle, pulling out my machete.
I swung and danced, delivering powerful and precise strikes. Within just a few seconds the raining SWAT officers were dead or bleeding out.
As the smoke cleared I turned to my squad as they came up behind me, glancing at me with admiration.
I returned to the door the fallen officers had been guarding, and placed a breech charge on the door.
I stepped back a few feet before I triggered the charge.
A loud bang echoed through the corridor as the steel door was blown apart.
I turned and stepped into the room, quickly eliminating the two police officers guarding the two pilots chained to the interrogation table.
I grabbed the handcuff keys off of one of the slain police officers and quickly freed the women.
One of my squad quickly checked the women over for any harm, and once they were cleared to move we made our way quickly out of the police station.
As I exited out of the main entrance I was greeted by the sight of three Russian T90 tanks and a collection of armored BMPs and transport trucks.
A female wearing only black thigh high stockings and armed with an M4 approached me.
"Commander Hart, reporting in." The woman spoke.
I nodded, confused as to why our vehicles were in the city.
"What is going on here commander? I thought we was going to nuke LA."
Hart shook her head for a moment.
"We are, but there is a team delivering the nuke to the center of the city. We are going to wait forty eight hours before detonating. Admiral Saleena has decided its a good time to recruit for our cause, and is giving women in the city forty eight hours to decide. Then when that forty eight hours is up the nuke will detonate."
I nodded in agreement. "That's easily a million women if they join our ranks. We could easily take over a small country for ourselves." I turned back to my squad and motioned them forward.
"I have two wounded pilots here who need to get back to the boat asap. What is the situation on the money from the bank?"
"The team at the bank is loading the last of the money now. Several teams however are being hard pressed at the perimeter by U.S. forces that survived the attack on Camp Pendleton, with several fighters from Edwards Air Force Base contending our air space. We have paratroopers deploying into the city as we speak. They'll secure critical areas and help lockdown the city."
"We need to extract these pilots asap. Call in an extract helo."
Hart nodded and switched channels to contact our air forces.
I resecured my rifle more comfortably and looked back to my team.
"Mission complete. Secure for extract."