.. Not good for it, hike ...

- You think that everything is bad?

- I did not say that everything is bad! I said that the task can be very dangerous. - I said, perhaps too sharply. And he added much softer, getting up and heading to the barracks - The bed near me is still free.

I just climbed into my second tier, like a small hiking backpack slipped on the bed’s former pear:

- More free? - Pawn tensely smiled, standing in the aisle.

- Free! Come on in! - I am sincerely glad to have the opportunity to spend time with the girl. Especially with a smart girl, even if she is not beautiful.

- What to do with it? - she pointed with her finger on the bag bag hanging in the headboard.

- As you like, you can throw it away!

This is exactly what Passing did and did it - tearing the bag off the hook of the football game under her bed, then carefully hung her backpack in its place.

- Here I am! - having climbed onto the bed next to me, Pawn still with the same tense smile chastely straightened her dress and began to pull the curtain on her side.

My first thought was to force her to undress, and then fuck her in all holes for her pleasure. That she would not refuse - I was almost one hundred percent sure, although I knew for sure that she would not like it. To feel your power over her, to see how she painfully blush, undressing; burning with shame and humiliation will spread her legs - it is very, very good, but ... After a second, I realized that I was being held back from treating her as a banal concubine. Sight. The same look as the Countess. And that means - it is dangerous. Deadly dangerous! And the word "deadly" in this case is not a metaphor.

- And you're beautiful! - I gently ran a finger over her horse's face.

- Mr. Sergeant deign to joke !? - She was offended, clearly aware of their place in the ranking of beauties.

- Never! I really like smart women! Are you a woman? - I hurried to divert the conversation in another direction, emphasizing the word "woman".

“I don’t know ...” She looked at me frowningly, embarrassed.

- Well, now check it out! - I gently touched her lips with my own.

Her lips twitched slightly, timidly responding to a kiss. For several minutes I alternately kissed her on the lips, cheeks, lips again, neck ... judging by the way she responded to kisses, she liked that.

- Well, if so, then it's time to crawl under her dress! - I thought, touching her knees through thick fabric. The girl shuddered a bit and stood waiting, pressing her lips to my lips. As expected, she did not protest too much when my hand, climbing under the dress, began a slow journey upwards.

- But she didn’t take off her pantyhose for nothing, I’ll have to do it myself ... - I thought, when my hand groping and stroking the pawns of the leg under the dress reached the crotch. Passing did not show much agility, but did not prevent me from getting acquainted with her body.

- Do you like? - I asked quietly, slightly pressing her hand between her legs. Instead of answering, the girl hugged my neck, breathing hotly in my ear. - Apparently like it! So, we will shoot tights! - I thought, moving my fingers higher. The pawn shifted slightly, settling so that it would be more convenient for me to stick my hand under the gum.

Disgusting and, as always, the communicator slandered at the wrong time.

- Sorry ... - looking up from my girlfriend, I climbed behind the gadget.

- I am listening to you, Mr. Commander-in-Chief!

- Visit me! With weapon.

- Go!

What a news! Previously, he didn’t let anyone with a weapon to himself, demanding that they leave him in front of the door.

“Sorry, the commander in chief is calling me ...” I said, spitting with annoyance. Everybody can get fucked here except me!

- New job? Exclusive again? - respectfully looked at me Passing.

- I do not know. Causes. If anything, take you with you?

- Thank you, I'm happy! It is a pity, but calls are always heard at the wrong time ...

It seems she was upset because I was leaving.

- Caused, Mr. Commander?

- Yes, sit down! Here's the deal ... - the old man scratched his head - only three of the group that went to the sweep came back ...

- Met a strong team? - I suggested.

- Or themselves turned out to be too weak ... well, you need to do something. To begin with, we will talk with them, then it will be clear who will be appointed responsible for the death of our comrades.

Ha! It is well said: “Who is to be appointed responsible?” According to the logic, whoever commands, he answers, but the old man has his own logic, a campaign.

“Why did these survive?” The strongest or the most cowardly? - I tried to understand where the commander in chief was tending.

- I don't know yet. Both are possible. And even the third - a betrayal. We'll figure out.

Aha, got it. If three survived, the old man wants to appoint one coward, the other a hero, a third a traitor. Cheap dramaturgy, I must say, but the brothers - sisters shavayut. With pleasure. So, the roles are distributed ... And who am I? Judge and executioner showman in one bottle? Okay, I'm not proud, I will play this role, tea is not the first time! At the same time, for Pawn, I’m going to fool something, so that it would be more fun for me to climb on my cot!

- Good. - I said, showing that I agreed with my role and sat down tightly, putting the cutter on my knees. Three men entered the study in a single file: a man with a bandaged arm, followed by a girl, and a huge fellow with a completely dull expression on his face closed the column. I found out the girl - Green Grass, stupid like the name of Inei, and I don’t know the one who entered first, I only saw a glimpse.

- Sit down, tell me what happened there! - commander showed at the chairs in the far corner of the office.

- We walked along the corridor, as you ordered, the sergeant in front. Suddenly, due to the rotation of two. The sergeant shouts: “Wild! Beat them! ”I wanted to strike the first one with a cutter, but it turned out to be more agile - I pierced through it. Too long and heavy weapon she chose herself. - started the first.

“This is yes ... something like that, yes ...” Ina mumbled incoherently.

“It's all your fault!” You sent us there! - screeched Grass.

- Further, Wolf Brown !? - Commander frowned at the words of Green.

- Then one of ours killed this young one, and the second one, the one who was older, got two more before he was killed.

- Where were you? - I asked.

- We are in the center, that's why we survived. - honestly admitted wolf. - While we were fighting in front, two more attacked us from behind - a mate and a young kid.

- They killed three, attacking from behind! Three! All around in the blood! Because of you! - again wedged grass.

“Wow ... in blood ... loudly ...” horror splashed in the eyes of Enei when he remembered.

- And then?

“When we turned around to fight back, those two disappeared behind the door of some kind of warehouse or God knows what.” - answered Brown calmly.

- Yes, the door ... they go there ... they killed three ... - muttered fellow, confirming the words of the Wolf.

- Frost Silver, keep quiet for now! - shouted the commander in chief.

- And why are you shutting his mouth to him !? - Green jumped up from her chair.

- Sit down! - I clearly took the cutter out of its sheath. - A serious question is solved!

After my shout, Inaia frightenedly tugged at her sleeve, making her flop into place. If my guess about the distribution of roles is correct, then the Wolf is for the role of a hero, Frost the coward, and the role of a traitor goes to a pretty girl! She is clearly the old man's throat with her eternal disobedience, and the accusation of betrayal is a good way to get rid of her.As for the hero, I have nothing against it - I am on the drum, who will be appointed as a hero, if only not for me; about a girl - I am only “for!”, I think that the old man will not be outraged if I am with her for an hour - another ceiling before being executed; but about Silver I had an idea ... you need to think ...

- Farther?

- The bear rushed after them, swung a cutter, but did not have time to do anything ...

- His acid poured! All face burned! You should have heard him scream! - Grass interrupted him, breaking for a screech.

- This is ... yes ... loud ...

- Yes, while Bear fenced with his aunt, this Botan splashed acid from behind the door into it. Well, the Himalayan weapons dropped, and then killed him ...

- You said: "Botan"? - I asked.

- Yes, so called his aunt. I asked after the Bear fell: “Botan, are you soon?” Apparently he poured the acid from the bottle into some kind of bowl, which would be more convenient to splash.

- I see ... So, you fell on the remnants of the Girl's team ... Lucky for you that you were able to return ... - I said slowly. It is a pity that they all died. No matter how developed our relationship in the game, but they were strong warriors, it is necessary to give them their due. And the fun was the team, do not say anything! It's a pity...

- Okay, what's next? - impatiently asked the Commander-in-Chief.

- Next to this door Camomile went, I followed. The nerd immediately doused her with acid, and I grappled with my aunt with this Girl. She cut my hand out, and I cut her side.

- Not! Not true! Chamomile did not go herself! You pushed her! You killed her because of you! Because of you! - Green screamed, trying to jump up.

- Soooo ... - handed the commander in chief. - Frost! What do you say?

- This is ... Yes ... Itself ... Yes ... Pushed ... Yes ...

- Once again, Frost! Chamomile went herself? - I joined the conversation.

- This is ... Yes ... Itself ... Went, yes ...

- Not-eee! Not true! - the girl went into hysterics.

- Ok, then?

- Well, what's next? Then everything is simple: the aunt fell with a hole in the side, but Botan did not have time to fill his bowl - and they lie there. Aunt with a hole in his side, and a boy with a cut head.

“Did the Girl say anything more?” - I got a crazy thought: “And what if she said something for me ?! Type: “Farewell, Dracon!”

- She whispered something absurd: “Tell me there that they won't wake you up anymore.” ". Probably delirious ...

If it is to me, then I did not understand the message, nevertheless repeated: “Tell me there, so that they won't wake me up anymore ...”