Hunter-Hunted

Chapter 12: Hellfire

"Freen, we have a major issue!" Kirk burst through his boss's office door, panting.

"Unless it has something to do with finding Mon, I don't want to hear about it, Kirk." Freen ground out between her clamped teeth, still seething at the fact that Sam had taken Mon off-grid.

"I'm afraid not, boss. But this is serious..." Kirk tried getting his panicked words across, but Freen cut him off quickly.

"It's been how many days, Kirk? And you still have nothing to bring to the table. I'm not interested!" Her knuckles turned white around the armrests of her chair.

Heng decided to just fling the information at Freen without another moment's hesitation. "The Tigereyes have moved in on the ramaining establishments, all at once. They're attacking at full force right on our doorstep!"

Freen paused then, her eyes widening. "Where are the girls?"

"We have them here at the compound. They're extremely distressed but at least they are safe. For now." Kirk breathed out shakily.

Freen gave a sigh of relief at that at least, but she knew this spelled trouble no matter what. "How many Tigereyes per establishment?" She knew there were only three left and so Charlotte's gang could easily overpower all three places at once.

Kirk drew his fingers back through his hair quickly and sighed raggedly. "About 20 each. With their new gear and weapons they are busy overpowering the places."

Freen slammed her fist against the table and grit her teeth, trying to figure out what needed to be done. After a few moments, she gave Kirk a stern look and spoke lowly. "Send 30 men to each establishment and hopefully we can take them back and hold them off. As for the others, I want 20 of the most skilled men joining us to take aim at Tigereye base."

Kirk's eyes grew large as he held his breath for a second, then let his shaky voice out. "You want to attack their heart of operations? That's suicide! Especially with so few men!"

Freen raised a brow at Kirk and tapped her fingers against her desk. "Are you questioning me? Look Kirk, with the majority of their guys focused on the establishments, that leaves their base vulnerable, which is also why I want the most skilled men with us. Now round everyone up and disperse them to their points."

Kirk gave a nod, though he really wasn't sure about the plan but lacked further power to question Freen's decisions. "What about the girls? What if Charlotte moves in on our base?"

"They shouldn't. But even so, get them down into the bunker and leave Tee with them for protection. She's formidable in a fight." Freen gave her orders and made it clear that what she had said was final. "Now go!"

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"Morning beautiful..." Sam cooed from her place behind the kitchen counter where she had almost finished cooking breakfast. She had to pause and rake her eyes over the gorgeous form of Mon standing in the soft sunlight that filtered through the curtains. Since there had been clothes in the dresser for them to use, Mon donned a maroon sweater that covered to mid thigh, the sleeves hanging over her hands. She was the epitome of beauty in that moment and Sam could not believe she had been blessed with this girl's feelings for her and she had to wonder what the hell took her so long to realise that she'd break every rule to be with Mon.

"Hello yourself, sexy." Mon crooned back as she moved to sit at one of the counter chairs to watch a Sam finishing their food. Her eyes raked over the toned form of the one responsible for her emotions and affections where she moved around in a pair of black boy shorts and a white vest. Her blood boiled again just at the mere sight of Sam looking like that. She had finally experienced what she had longed for so long and she would not regret it for a single second. She had fallen hopelessly in love with Sam and there was no more denying it.