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Note: All times are in a mix of military and standard times. For example, 1AM = 0100 hours = 1:00, while 1PM = 1300 hours = 13:00. I hope this will make it easier on readers to understand the timeline while leaving me in a format that I understand better. If it causes too much of a problem I will switch to standard.
Chapter 11
<09:15, US FOB Brandy, Iraq>
I stepped aside as a truck drove past me, probably heading back to the lot. I winced. The fact that there wasn’t a convoy couldn’t mean anything good. But then again, it might just be some crazy bastard on a joyride. Hell knows people had done it before. Could even be some REMF who didn’t want to get his damn boots dirty. We had all kinds. But it probably wasn’t… Considering the truck’s passenger side door was hanging off of it like a broken arm. Most probably another IED. Didn’t matter how many times EOD cleared the roads, there were always more bombs. Ones that they missed, ones that were placed directly in front of an oncoming convoy, even some that were hand-fucking-delivered and you better fucking shoot them first or by god you were going to become another statistic.
I turned as I heard someone shout my name behind me. “Hey, Jall. What do you want? Today is free. Today I am going to enjoy weather perfect to warm my pop tarts better than the toaster. Today I am going to enjoy it, because I can’t fucking sweat, and I don’t feel like drinking tea.”
Jall shook his head. We called him Jall because he called groups “Y’all” but with a lisp – nobody really remembered his real name. Or cared. He took it and rolled with it, because he knew we did care. We all had a perfect dosing of antipathy towards everything. Our broken down toaster that was more likely to cool your food than toast it. Our wonderfully hot water supplies that scalded you if you missed the parched and wrinkled hole we called a mouth. The sheer lunacy of our job. Yea, lets go shoot neighbors and friends and come back the next day and expect everyone to love us. Bull shit.
I turned my attention back to Jall as he started to speak. “’eve got tu get in geauh” he said. I groaned. “CO wance us tu go tu Red Light”
The CO wanted us to do our jobs. At least Red Light was the friendliest area around the base – that was why we had nicknamed it that. All the locals were nice and friendly with the soldiers. You had at least a 70% chance of making it back from around there. Statistically impossible to die. You always hoped your patrol would stop there. You did not want to go to one of the “Green Light” areas. Green. Go. Step on it. Get the fuck out of here, areas. Whatever. I went to grab my pack. Already had my rifle. Hell knows those who went wandering without their rifle.
Whatever. Antipathy, the greatest weapon in the history of man. Too bad no one knew how to harvest it. Don’t give a fuck, don’t get a fuck, don’t waste a fuck. Do your fucking job and get fucking home. Welcome to war, soldier. Hope your seatbelt isn’t buckled, because that’s a one-way trip to hell.
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<18:30, Plymouth Pokécenter>
Grace groaned and slipped of the bed. “This story is boooooringggg.” She whined. “Theres’ no explosions or shooting or aaaanyythiiingg.”
Andrew glared at her. “If you don’t like my story telling, then I’ll just tell you one story. I’ll leave the rest for short tidbits of conversation over dinner. Like how many dismembered bodies I’ve seen. Or how many people I’ve watched get blown to pieces.”
Grace grinned. “Sounds good!”
Claire just sighed.
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<10:30, Roads outside FOB Brandy, Iraq>
I groaned. Turret. Always turret. Not nav, not driver, turret. The one without a goddamn seat. Oh sure, I could sit in one of the seats, but then I wouldn’t be turret. I’d be a passenger. I wouldn’t be doing my job. And as much as I didn’t care, I did my job. Scan, groan, drink, repeat. The amazing life of a turret.
I realized Ray was saying something from his cushy chair up front. “What do you want nav?”
“Hey Andy, Jall wants you to know that we’re now officially outside of the FOB.” He cackled. “He can’t guarantee our safety no more.”
“Unless you spell Jall J-E-S-U-S I don’t think he guarantees our safety nowhere.” I retorted, scanning the road again. I heard Ray cracking up. “We’ve talked like this for the last few months, Ray. Same jokes, same stupid comebacks. They aren’t funny. Shut up.”
Ray kept laughing. “But you do spell Jall J-E-S-U-S, remember? Man’s name is Jesus! Mexican fucker!”
“And I ain’t Greek!” I yelled back, rolling my eyes as Ray’s laughter escalated. Yea, Jall’s name was Jesus. Pronounced ‘Hey-Zeus’. Ray fuckin knew it and called him Jesus sometimes anyways. Piece of shit. Still, his comments passed the hours until we got into town. At which point we all shut up. We were just a patrol, just making sure everything was normal. No bombs in the Mosque. No guns in the windows. We were not equipped for a firefight. So when Jall slowed down for some men who crossed the road right in front of us, I got scared.
“Jall! Keep going, man! This may be Red Light but we don’t stop for no reason! Why did they cross right in front of us?”
“Caum dauwn, dey wahna tawk.”
I watched apprehensively as Jall rolled down the window and started jawing with the civilians. It sounded so stupid, a lisping accented American and two Iraqis. I was about ready to slap Jall to get going when one of the civilians pointed to a spot just off the road and Jall undid his seatbelt.
“Shit, Jall, what the fuck are you doing? Let’s go!”
He ignored me and went to open the door. Ray was talking but Jall ignored him too, maybe wanting to help the civilians, get some brownie points going for good old Uncle Sam. I knew something was up. Intentionally stopping us, trying to get Jall out. Just because the area was friendly didn’t mean shit when you fight people in civilian garb. Jall opened the door. Suddenly, I stiffened. The man on the right had looked away from us, towards the other side of the road. I didn’t wait to see if he nodded at anyone, or did anything else. I screamed for Ray to get down and lunged for the back of Jall’s vest, dragging him back into the vehicle. The two men leaped towards the low wall bordering the road as I managed to get most of Jall’s body inside. I heard explosions. The dirt in front of us exploded upwards and I threw the vehicle in reverse, probably ruining the transmission or whatever the hell we had in those things. It slowly ground backwards as two more explosions peppered us with dirt and shrapnel. I had almost gotten Jall back in his seat when the two “civilians” popped back over the wall and peppered his still open door with gunfire. He screamed. “Muh legh!” I swore and yanked him into the back with me as we slowly ground our way into a wall. Reaching out, I slammed the door closed and climbed into the driver’s seat, ripping the car into gear and lurching down the road. Ray yelled directions as I swerved through the city, doing my best to go, go, and go faster. We burst out of the city and hightailed it back to the FOB, Jall’s leg much heavier – laden with one bullet and one ticket home. Lucky fuck.
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<21:10, Plymouth Pokécenter>
“So, nobody died?”
Andrew glared at Grace. “No. Nobody died. The whole point of me telling that story was to get you to learn that you should always be aware of your surroundings, and-” he breathed in. “-I am deathly afraid of armored trucks.” He glanced at the clock and groaned. “And I’m late to my appointment with Amy. Shit. Maybe the night shift knows where she lives.” He reached into his pocket before pausing and looking at the two of them. “Claire, I trust you. Grace, I really don’t know how I feel about you yet. You each have three options; come with me and be balled, be balled and stay here, or stay here and do whatever.” He turned and looked at Grace. “Actually, Claire has the option to run around. Grace, I’m going to take you with me.”
She glared at him. “You don’t have to be so blunt about it. Geez.”
Andrew grit his teeth. “Actually I do. I have to run, now. I made a promise to Amy. I am breaking that promise, right now. Most Tamers don’t even consider giving their Pokégirls a choice, it’s just ball at night, ball when I want, fuck your feelings. In the future I plan to be camping or alone in a building a lot more, so the entire Harem will get more freedom. But right now, no. Sorry, Grace.” He finished and triggered her return beam. Pocketing her Pokéball, he glanced at Claire. “Well? What’s your decision?”
Claire looked at him. “Are you keeping this room?” Andrew nodded. “Then I’ll stick around. Mind leaving one of the Pokédexes so I can keep myself occupied?”
Andrew grinned and handed her Braxton’s bugged ‘dex. “Be safe.” He called as he ran out towards the front desk. Skidding to a halt, he waved at the Nurse behind the counter. “Madam NurseJoy, might I inquire where Amy lives? I am really late to an appointment with her.”
She glared at him. “I am a Rapha, thank you. And Amy lives two streets behind the Pokécenter, in a two-storied blue house.”
Andrew blinked. “Rapha?”
She rolled her eyes. “Just because that one Nurse was named Joy doesn’t mean we are all Joys. Don’t tell me you are another idiot who thinks that.”
Andrew grinned sheepishly. “I actually did not. I apologize.”
She shrugged and went back to fiddling with her terminal. Andrew grimaced and ran out of the Center, stopping only long enough to get his bearings before sprinting toward what looked like the only two storied blue house in the area. He almost ran into the door as he came to a stop in front and knocked. He heard some movement inside, before the door cracked open. Amy’s head poked out, but not before Andrew saw her nurse’s blouse was halfway removed, and her bra (if she had been wearing one) seemed to be long gone. He grinned.
“Oh, geez, Andrew!” Amy’s eyes were wide as she looked at him. “You didn’t show up when I got off work so I thought you were out of town but I didn’t know you were still here and I’m really really sorry but I would have stuck around if I knew and you are kind of late you know but if you want to come in you can.” She finished breathlessly.
Andrew laughed. “Is there anything you would like to do before I come in, or are we just going to skip the pleasantries of the evening, since we were supposed to hold those an hour ago anyways?” He glanced meaningfully at her chest.
Amy followed his gaze down to her exposed breast and blushed. “Uhm, well, the best way to put it is that I may have started without you.”
Andrew glanced at her quizzically. “Started without me? You mean you had two dates on the same night?” His expression darkened. “If that’s the case, I can leave.”
Amy shook her head violently. “Nonononono. I just mean that, well, I live here with my sister.”
Andrew’s eyes widened. “Then, erm, where is she?”
“AMY! IF SOMEONE IS HERE THEN TAKE THESE DAMN THINGS OFF OF ME!” May screamed from a room somewhere inside the house. “MY CAP IS STILL ON WHICH MEANS I AM STILL ON THE CLOCK!”
Andrew coughed as he tried to suppress his laughter at Amy’s face. “Look, how about I just come inside. Your sister won’t mind if all three of us are around each other… Right?”
She shook her head. “I told her about tonight and she’ll probably be ok with joining in.” She glanced nervously at him. “If that’s what you meant.”
He nodded. “So, I can come in?”
She nodded and pushed the door open. He quickly stepped inside and she shut it behind him. It was a nice house, kitchen on the left, stairs to the second floor in front of him. But he had never seen a Master Bedroom on the ground floor before. Nor could he say he had ever seen such a lithe figure as May was, wearing nothing but a police cap and her blue and black vest, wide open and hanging off well to the sides of her breasts, erect nipples and all.
She glared at him. “Citizen, I am still on the clock. Just because I have been handcuffed to this bed does not mean I am not to be awarded the proper respect an Officer of the law deserves.”
Andrew blinked and glanced at Amy, who was pulling at her blouse. She rolled her eyes and walked over to May, snatching the cap off of her head. “There. Now you are off the clock. Give Andrew a proper hello.”
May smiled sweetly. “Hello, Andrew. Are you here to join us for the night?”
Andrew chuckled. “Well, technically I am here to fulfill my obligation to Amy. So-“ He gently grabbed Amy’s arm and pressed her up against him. “-I am going to help her out first. Would you like to be unlocked?”
May looked pointedly at Amy, who smiled sweetly up at Andrew. “I believe I have accidentally lost the keys. Now, I think I am going to take you up on your offer to ‘help’ me.” She whispered, and slid his shirt off. When she reached for his pants, he took her wrist and, with the other hand, tugged her blouse out of her waistband. Nuzzling her neck, he slowly dragged his hand down her stomach until it caught on her skirt.
He smiled. “Nurse, I am unable to give you a complete examination…”
She laughed and slid her skirt and panties off in one fluid motion. “Is this better, ‘Doctor’?” she asked as she reached for his pants for the second time. He nodded as she slowly shut the door to the bedroom, and the house returned to darkness.
<23:40, Amy and May’s House, Plymouth>
Andrew groaned and stared at the ceiling. Amy had easily “found” the spare set of keys for the cuffs May had been in, and he was now nestled in between them. He would have sworn that they were twins, except for the fact that they were different breeds. He groaned again. May had been very insistent on Andrew taking her turn while she was still cuffed, and he had hit his head and elbows on the bed a few times. He wasn’t complaining very much – she was extremely flexible. Although, he was definitely going to be bruised tomorrow… If it wasn’t tomorrow already. He shook his head and tried to settle back into a sleeping position.
Suddenly someone started pounding on the front door. Amy stirred and glared at it. “Really? It’s midnight. Why is someone here now? Neither May or I are on the night shift.” She continued grumbling as she slipped out of the bed and grabbed a robe. Andrew sat up as the pounding grew more insistent. “I’M COMING, I’M COMING!” Amy yelled and yanked the door open. She jumped back in surprise as Claire appeared, completely armored.
“Andrew. We have to go. Now.” Claire said tersely. “The Pokédex you gave me started beeping, and when I looked, Braxton sent us a message.”
Andrew immediately jumped out of bed. Almost midnight was never a good time to be sending messages. “What does it say?”
Claire looked at him grimly. “One word. ‘Run’”
---WARNING! OVER HAREM LIMIT! REMOVE EXCESS POKEGIRLS IMMEDIATELY---
Andrew Ranger
Age: 27
Licenses:
Tamer:Y
Master Tamer:N
Researcher:N
Watcher:N
Breeder:N
Active Harem:
Hauteclere – Valkyrie, Level 19 (Alpha)
Grace – Mini-Top, Level 23
??? – Catgirl, Feral
??? – Whoretortle, Feral
??? – Titmouse x 2, Feral
??? – Rack x 3, Feral
??? – Phoenix (Flock Leader), Feral
??? – Boobisaur, Feral
---WARNING! OVER HAREM LIMIT! REMOVE EXCESS POKEGIRLS IMMEDIATELY!---
Author’s Note:
Yes, every name and place here is made up (None of them truly go together. Of course Iraq is a real place). It’s a work of fiction anyways. Yes, by looking at my User and the backstory of a character I have created to represent myself you can assume that I have a Military background. You would probably be correct. No, I will not explain further. No, I will not confirm anything. And no, I do not care if I mix up Iran and Iraq and all the other battlefields. Disregarding those places should not be mistaken for disregarding the people who died there.