Cold Hatred (Book 2 & 3 of the Damned of the 2/19th) -Updated and Rewritten

Cold Hatred Part: 6

"Alfenwehr made animals out of us all in the dark and cold

but Aine had made an animal of me long before that.

And now she had come to reclaim her pet."

Chapter Six

2/19th Special Weapons Group

Restricted Area, Western Germany

Winter-January, 1986

Day 10 of Repairs

Day 2 of the Second Incident

Evening

Nancy walked beside me as we moved down the stairs to the Ready Room, the large room in between the Arm's Room and the Supply Room. On the same wall as the Arm's Room was the NBC Room and the far wall was the Secure Items storage. Set up in the room were the three garbage cans used to wash dishes. Pvt Bellings and Pvt Martins were accepting the trays and I could tell by their expressions that they had hoped that they wouldn't have to do any extra duty, since the last LT had been more interested in getting in Pv2 Allsbury's panties than actually doing anything he was supposed to; that is, beyond yelling at us that he was gonna teach us the "right way" to do shit. I didn't hold being on extra-duty against them - hell, I'd gotten an Article-15 and a week or two of extra-duty more than once - I just didn't like Bellings all that much. The first day he was in the unit he'd heard the music in my room, came in, grabbed a beer, and sat down like he'd been in the unit for months. He'd kept that sense of entitlement the whole time, which just made me naturally dislike him.

I handed my tray and silverware to Bellings, who glared at me. Martins grinned at me, then checked my name off on the clipboard sitting on the table. I noticed the three names that were missing the checkmark.

Marshden, Aine and Bomber.

shit

"Come on, hurry," I said, turning away from the two soldiers on extra-duty and heading for the stairwell.

"Where are we going? Ant, slow down," Nancy said in the stairwell.

"Hurry up," I snapped at her, rounding the mid-floor landing between the first and second floor. I had a bad feeling about it. I was pretty sure what I'd find when I got to our room. I about busted my ass exiting the stairwell and trying to make the corner to head to our room, my boots slipping on the thin rime of ice on the wax.

The door was locked, taking a few extra seconds to quietly unlock it and push it open. I made a motion at Nancy to be quiet as the door slowly swung open, and exactly what I was worried about appeared in front of us.

Aine was on her knees in a chair, leaning over the back,  her hair falling over her face. A flowerprint dress was thrown up over her back, exposing her dimpled little bare butt. Bomber was behind her, trying to stick it in her while Aine moved her butt around and giggled. She didn't have on shoes or socks, just a light cotton dress that was almost see through.

"You take Bomber," I hissed at Nancy, then took five long steps to get to Aine.

She had time to realize I was there and start to look when I grabbed her by the hair and slung her into the short hallway of the room, Nancy hopping to avoid the smaller woman as she crumpled on the floor and slid on the waxed tile to thump against the closed door.

"Get the fuck out, Aine," I snarled. Behind me, I heard Bomber protest and Nancy say something as she moved past me.

"Why, Aodán, you don't want me in here?" Aine asked, coming to her feet in a smooth rippling motion that seemed more like silk being lifted up than any human had a right to.