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Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 15

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Over the next couple of days

I was on 'bed rest,' which meant I was popping Tylenol 3's on a schedule, was
limited to one beer a day so I didn't fuck up my meds, and tried to move around
as much as possible to stretch my legs while being harassed that bed rest meant
I was supposed to stay in bed.

The blowjobs were nice,

though.

Vanessa went back to work the

day after we got back, and we got a couple of updates when she was back late
that night. The renovations on the barracks buildings were finished and the
first 100 workers were getting shuttled in; which actually meant 50 trained
construction workers and 50 of their new vaccine partners who Vanessa had to
work with the other laborers foremen to train and get into jobs. The canteen
that would be feeding the entire camp was supposed to be kicking off as well,
and within a couple of weeks there would be about 700 people living in the
barracks buildings, and another 300 or so still living in the closest motels.
The big plan was to erect another two major barracks buildings, and then work
would really get started on everything. It was early July and they wanted the
first of the McMansions to be finished by the end of September, and winter
wouldn't be stopping construction.

It seemed insane, but with so

many people to throw at a problem I had to assume things would go quickly. I
didn't really know anything about construction; was there a critical mass issue
of having too many workers working on one house?

I managed to get in a quick

walk outside our little compound when my truck was delivered. Part of me
wondered if the fact that the bullet holes in the sides had been repaired but
painted a slightly different black color was Miriam giving me a reminder. All
of the windows had been replaced though, and the front end had gotten repaired
and there weren't any noticeable axle problems when Kyla took it for a quick
spin. I also remembered to ask about Jackie Fallows, the prisoner we had been
transporting; apparently, he'd caught a glancing blow from one of the bullets
that had spattered the truck and he had a nice crease in his upper arm but was
otherwise alright. He'd gotten loaded into the back of the SWAT truck once it
had been freed from its precarious position after getting hit by the transport
ambush. One of the men in there hadn't been so lucky and died from the wild
impact.

Along with the truck, Miriam

or possibly Laura had also sent a new care package with more ammunition,
heavier-duty Kevlar vests and other SWAT tactical gear that seemed like
overkill, and two new M4s to replace the one that had eaten a shotgun blast.
There was also, much to the giggling delight of my girls, one of those doughnut
seats that people with tailbone and ass problems had to sit on. I tried calling
Miriam, but she texted back that she was busy unless it was an emergency, and
that it better not be an emergency. I sent her back a Prayer Hands emoji, a
Truck emoji and a Water Pistol emoji to thank her, and she sent back two fists
bumping each other and a heart that made me smile. If Grierson hadn't
manipulated the back end of the Air Force into putting her on this project, I
couldn't imagine what kind of extra shit I would have been in by now.

It was on the third day of

'bed rest' that, following my morning blowjob from Ivy, I was presented with
fresh bandage wraps for my leg and my gym clothes.

"We're going up to

Valkyrie Falls," Erica told me. "Abi is going to check you out and see
what kind of physical therapy you might need."

"Abi's great at what she

does, but she's not a physical therapist," I pointed out.

"She's the best we've

got, Harri," Erica said sternly. Then she kissed me on the forehead as I
sat on the edge of the bed. "Just do what I say, Okay?"

I wrapped my arms around her

torso and pulled her to me, pressing my face into her soft stomach. "I
will, babe," I promised her. "I will."

That seemed to mollify her,

though I did manage to make her hesitate in us leaving so early when I slid my
hands down to give her bum a squeeze. No such luck, however, and soon I was
dressed in my gym gear and getting helped into the passenger seat of my truck.
Kyla ended up driving, while Erica and Dani piled into the back seat.

The drive, more than even

being at home again, felt like things were starting to go back to what we had
come to think of as normal. Sure, my leg hurt like a bitch, but I could mostly
ignore that to just focus on the banter between the girls. Kyla reached over
and took my hand while she was driving and squeezed my fingers, then grinned
and slid her hand onto my thigh like I often did with her. That made me laugh
and I had to fend off her hand as she slid it higher and brushed against my
crotch.

We pulled into the Falls through

the automatic gate; thankfully the remote we kept in the glovebox was still
there when I thought to check for it; and as we were pulling into the parking
lot we were met by the ladies. All of the ladies.

"Apparently there are no

secrets in this world anymore," I muttered and chuckled as the crowd of
them came into view.

"I told Abi and Sara

when I did the mini-supplies run two days ago," Erica said.

"I told Josie and

Spencer over text," Kyla admitted.

"I... might have

mentioned it to Melina," Dani said. "We've been chatting and she
asked after you."

"It's fine," I

laughed. "Just; I don't know. Don't let me get swamped here."

"Yeah, because you

wouldn't love to be dogpiled by a bunch of muscle mommies," Erica teased
me. "Come on, just face the music, babe. You're a lovable guy."

I made a dramatic grumbling

noise that drew some laughs from the girls, and Kyla shut off the engine and I
popped my door open.

It was, thankfully, a quick

swarming. The ladies wanted to know what happened, and some wanted to see the
wound while others turned away very much not wanting to see it. I got
hugs from a bunch of them and all the sorts of words of encouragement that I
expected. Josie was biting the inside of her cheek when it was her turn and she
gave me a once over like she was worried I wasn't real for a second, then she
wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me gently as I bundled her up in my
arms. It was fast, but I could tell she was shaken by the news of my injury. It
was also weird seeing her a little shy and nervous compared to her usual
boisterous self, though she managed to mostly get back into it when the hug
ended.

Spencer had the opposite

reaction; the quieter girl practically tackled me against the side of the truck
as she hugged me hard and loudly proclaimed she was happy I was Okay. I rubbed
her back for a moment and patted her, not sure how comfortable I was hugging
her fully only because of the crush she'd had. I didn't want to lead her on
even by mistake, and she was too young for me even if things were different.

Melina gave me a hug as well,

and a kiss on the cheek as she whispered her thanks to me again for my favor
the week before. Her eyes looked a little sad, but she smiled, and I could tell
that she was managing some complex emotions. Abi and Sara also hugged me, both
of the tall women taking care not to squeeze me hard but giving me
encouragement and slapping me on the back a bit.

Everyone knew everyone

already so there were no introductions to be made, but Erica had never been
there for an actual workout. It didn't take long for Josie and Melina to take
her on a quick tour while Spencer got Dani and Kyla started on their workouts
and I was partnered off with Abi. I did notice that the three of them stuck
close to us though, never more than a few yards away from where Abi started
working with me.

"So, how much pain are

you really in?" Abi asked me as we took up a spot in the outdoor gym area
and she dragged out a couple of padded mats from a little shed and set them
down.

"Call it six out of

ten," I said. "Seven if I whack it or do something stupid."

"Alright," she

nodded. "Better or worse when you put weight on it?"

"Worse, but

manageable."

"Any range of motion

issues?"

"The girls have been

keeping me limited so far, so I'm not sure," I admitted.

"Alright," she

nodded. "Then let's start there."

Abi worked me over in a way

that we'd never worked before. Whether it was stretching, light cardio work or
even just some basic curls to do some upper body work, she was checking on my
thigh for tightness or stabilizing my back or hip. There had always been some
casual touching during my workouts as she adjusted my posture or stance, or
occasionally had me put a palm on her to feel a specific muscle group as she
showed me a new exercise. This was different though, and I put it down to her
worrying about not wanting me to overdo it or strain anything.

The thing was, she wasn't the

only one doing it. As soon as Melina and Josie had finished with Erica's tour
the three of them joined us, and soon I had four women fluttering around me to
make sure I was all good. I wasn't sure if Erica had talked with them about it
or anything, but somehow I ended up being as ministered to by Josie and Melina
as I was by Abi. Erica, meanwhile, was constantly nearby encouraging me, and
occasionally rewarding me with a kiss when I exceeded Abi's goals.

It was weird. And honestly a

little annoying, having four of them all over me. Two I could have handled, but
four became almost restrictive. I didn't have the heart to ask Josie or Melina
to let me be after the way they had greeted me, though, even if Josie had
slipped back into her joking and energy.

"Alright, I think I'm

done for today," I groaned as I slowly sat up from doing some sit-ups. I
had Abi on one side and Melina on the other both taking my hands to help me sit
up, and Josie behind me supporting my back.

"You sure?" Josie

asked. "I can tell you can keep going."

"No, he's right,"

Abi said. "It's the first day, we don't want to push him too hard."

"We'll be back

tomorrow," Erica said confidently. "Hell, we'll be back every day
until he's at 100 per cent."

"That might be a bit

much, babe," I said as I allowed Melina and Abi to help me up. Well,
allowed might have been a bit much considering the two of them could lift me
off my feet.

"Two days on, one day

off," Abi said. "You're not lacking range of motion, so it's just
making sure you don't let it get stiff. Rest days are important too."

"Not that you get many

rest days with four girlfriends, eh Harri?" Josie chuckled, nudging me.

I just shook my head and

rolled my eyes a little. "How about you guys take Erica up to show her the
falls?" I suggested. "I don't think I can do the uphill walk, so I'll
just walk it out here and see what the others are up to."

"That's a good

plan," Abi agreed. Soon she had wrangled both Josie and Melina into going,
and I could tell she knew I was feeling a little smothered at the moment. I got
a kiss, long and with a touch of tongue, from Erica when they left and I knew
she was doing it to make sure they knew I was hers.

"Fuck me," I

groaned once they were gone, taking a moment to stretch out my back. That had
been a bit of an experience. Instead of dwelling, and wanting to distract
myself from the dull roar of pain in my leg, I limped my way across the outdoor
gym to the water fountain and refilled my bottle before going to look for Kyla,
Dani and Spencer. I ended up finding them in the indoor gym, with Dani up on
the Stairmaster and Kyla looking like she had just finished on it herself,
dripping sweat as she slowly walked in circles to cool down. Spencer,
meanwhile, was doing a set of Bulgarian deadlifts with a look of concentration
on her face. The plates of the weightlift bar were set to around where I would
have been working them, and I could tell she was pushing herself at her max
weight with only a couple of reps at a time.

"Hey, hon," I said

as I approached Kyla.

"Hey," she said and

leaned towards me and puckered her lips. I smiled and gave her a kiss, avoiding
otherwise touching her since she was so sweaty from her workout.

"How you feeling,

Harri?" Dani asked me from up on the Stairmaster, already starting to drip
sweat herself. Her ass looked fantastic in her tight athletic shorts.

"Achy," I said

honestly. "And not the good kind. But it's good for me so I can't
complain."

"That's what I keep

telling myself about this fucking thing," Dani panted. "God, I hate
this."

"And yet your ass loves

it," Kyla smirked at her.

"You know it," Dani

laughed breathlessly.

"And your ass," I

smirked a little, whispering to Kyla.

"Your ass, as

soon as you're better," Kyla grinned back.

There was a clang as Spencer

finished another rep set and let the weights hit the floor a little heavily.
She stepped away from the block she'd been using to prop up her back foot for
the Bulgarian lifts and was breathing deep and hard as she peeled off her
trademark bulky sweater. Her skin was flushed from her heavy exertion and she
was wearing another of her thick athletic bras.

"Hey, cutie," I

said with a smile, stepping over to her and putting an encouraging hand on her
shoulder from behind as I stepped up beside her. "That was a fantastic
set. You're really,”

"No!" Spencer

yelled, recoiling from me as if I'd slapped her or something, pulling away from
my hand as she looked at me in a panic. Her eyes were wide and she looked like
she'd seen a ghost or something.

"Spencer,” I started.

"Just stay away from

me!" Spencer barked, and then she rushed out of the gym room leaving her
weights still on the bar and her sweater and water bottle discarded on the
floor.

"What the;?" I

wondered.

"What the hell?"

Kyla asked. She'd been close enough to hear everything. "What was
that?"

"I don't know," I

said, shaking my head.

The Stairmaster shut down and

Dani climbed off, breathing hard. "What just happened?" she asked.

"Spencer freaked

out," Kyla said. "Harri didn't even do anything, he just patted her
shoulder and encouraged her."

"That's...

weird..." Dani said. "One of us should probably go check on
her."

"I'll go," Kyla

said. "You stay with Harri just in case."

"In case of what?"

I asked.

"In case she tells

someone else something different than what we saw," Kyla said.

I closed my eyes for a moment

and sighed. Hard. I had no idea what was going on with Spencer, but the
last thing I needed was for this place to go from super welcoming to 'you are
rape' because of it.

Kyla rubbed my arm.

"Seriously, Harri. You didn't do anything. Don't worry. I'll find her and
talk to her."

"Alright," I

sighed.

Kyla left and Dani didn't

feel like continuing her workout after that, so I helped her clean up what the
three of them had been using including Spencer's weight plates. By the time we
were finished, Kyla hadn't come back so Dani and I went to the bench outside
the gym courtyard. Kyla eventually came and found us, shaking her head as she
sat down in between Dani and me.

"I don't know," she

said. "She was up in her room, but she refused to talk to me. A couple of
the other women were around and giving me looks, so I told them what happened
and they didn't know what it would be either."

"Fuck," I sighed.

"I; It doesn't make sense unless I did something to trigger her. Maybe it
was touching her shoulder, or something I said."

"Spencer never let on

that she had something in her past," Kyla said.

"Doesn't mean that she

doesn't," Dani said, leaning forward and frowning. "People can hide
shit like that."

"Fuck," I said

again.

"It's not your fault,

hon," Kyla said, taking my hand.

We sat in silence for a few

more minutes before the quartet of ladies came back down from their walk up to
the falls. The four of them were laughing and chatting until they saw the look
on my face as they got closer.

"What's wrong?"

Erica asked.

"Spencer needs... I

don't know," I said.

"She needs to talk to

someone," Dani said, turning to Abi. "Probably you."

"What happened?"

Abi asked with a frown.

Kyla told them since she'd

been the witness, and Abi, Josie and Melina all frowned but said they weren't
sure what it was.

"I'll go see her,"

Abi said.

"I'll come too,"

Josie said quickly.

"No, just me," Abi

said, patting Josie's arm. "The fewer people the better, if it's something
from her past she needs to work through. She knows you're her friend, Josie.
It's probably for the best if the rest of you get cleaned up and head out for
the day to give Spencer space no matter what is going on."

"Alright," I said

with a sigh. "That makes sense. Thank you for the workout, Abi."

"You're welcome," she

said with a soft smile on her broad lips, then held up a finger.
"Tomorrow, same time. No excuses."

"He'll be here,"

Erica said definitively.

"I'll be here," I

agreed.

Abi went off, and I kind of

wanted to head back home, but Dani and Kyla were both still sweaty and sticky
from their more intense workouts so we gravitated towards the showers.

"You don't mind if I

join you guys, do you?" Melina asked the girls, surprising me. Josie
always ended up showering with us, but Melina hadn't before.

"Not at all," Erica

smiled, taking Melina's hand and giving it a friendly squeeze for a moment.

Inside the changing room

Kyla, Dani and I all had our own lockers now and I quickly helped Erica find an
empty one as we started to get undressed.

It was kind of weird, having

Erica there, and it made me feel a little self-conscious about the whole thing.
I was used to getting naked with Kyla and Dani now, and with the banter and
flirting from Josie though she was more subdued than normal even if she did
shoot me a couple of appreciative looks in between a couple of concerned ones
as I hitched my breath while taking off my shorts and briefs, the pain in my
leg spiking for a moment with an odd movement. Erica being there was just
different, and I felt like I should be more... loyal to her. But then, there
she was, stripping down right next to Melina and talking casually with the
blonde athlete.

The difference between the

two was stark, even if they were both beautiful.

Erica was soft curves and

heavy hips and tits. She was dark hair and casual toughness and tattoos and her
eyes were like deep waters I could get lost in when she glanced over at me with
a little smile. Melina was sharp angles and hard curves that were at the same
time attractive and almost disproportionate. Where Josie had a tall, naturally
athletic frame and Abi had her tree trunk abdomen and powerful limbs, Melina
was almost too sculpted to be real. She'd had a boob job sometime in the past,
and naked it was more obvious than when she was dressed even if they didn't
look bad. Her waist just looked too thin for her shoulders and hips even if it
was toned and defined. Her ass was almost too much. Too big, too tight, too
firm. Melina was all kinds of attractive, from her gorgeous face to her toes,
but she was like looking at a drawing that an artist would post up on social
media of a muscle woman. All she needed was a chainmail bikini and she could
have been some horny fantasy of a barbarian.

I led the way into the

showers, trying not to stare. Or at least get caught staring.

Kyla followed me quickly,

catching my hand just inside the door and pulling me down the center of the
shower room and around the benches. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said.

"It's obviously

something," she pointed out, crossing her arms over her chest.

"This just feels weird

today, is all," I said. "The thing with Spencer. Erica being here is
a different vibe, and Melina..."

"Melina likes you,"

Kyla said. "She thinks you're attractive, and feels like you went above
and beyond for her, but she's also still in mourning so she isn't sure what
she's doing. Just be kind to her, maybe give her a compliment. Nonsexual. She
could use it."

"I'll see what I can

do," I sighed.

"And don't worry about

Erica, hon," Kyla said quietly. "Or, well, maybe do worry about her,
but not like you are."

"What does that

mean?" I asked.

Kyla just gave me a little

lopsided smile and shook her head, then went to her usual shower. I got in
under the one next to her, and soon the others were joining us and the room
filled up with steam, splashing water and the appreciative groans and laughs of
the girls.

"God, why didn't I come

here sooner?" Erica groaned from the shower on the other side of me from
Kyla. "This water pressure is amazing."

"You guys are really all

living in an RV together?" Josie asked. She was directly across the room
from me today since Erica took her usual spot.

"It's temporary," I

said.

"Well, yeah," Josie

said. "I know the facts. I'm more interested in the weirdness of it. How
do five adults all live together like that?"

"We get close really

fast," Kyla said, grinning over at me as she ran her fingers through her
black hair, in the middle of washing it. The suds from her shampoo slowly slid
down her shoulders and over her tits, and I had to look away before I got stuck
staring.

"Do you all sleep in the

same bed?" Melina asked.

"Just pointing out, I'm

in a different RV," Dani said from her usual shower on the other side of
the room. "Not that I don't mind a good snuggle, but yeah."

"We do," Erica

said. "It's a little cramped for all five of us, and waking up with
Vanessa's alarm every morning is a bit of a bitch, but it's all part of the
fun."

"Do you all, um, like;

Is it a group thing, or...?" Josie asked.

"Sometimes," Erica

smirked. "Though we like one-on-one time with Harri too."

"I'm totally straight,

so I'm just about the one-on-one time," Kyla said. "And they respect
that... mostly..."

"Blowjobs don't

count," Erica waved over at her and laughed. That made Josie snort.

"What does that

mean?" Melina asked.

"It means that they

generally keep the hardcore sex separate from me, but sucking Harri's cock is
fair game anywhere in the RV whether I'm there or not," Kyla said.

"Or out in the

forest," Erica chirped happily.

"You guys are

crazy," Josie laughed.

"Crazy in love,"

Erica said, and bit her lip as she walked the few steps from her shower spray
to mine. "And lust. And everything in between. Right, babe?"

"Abi has one hard rule

in here, Erica," I said, putting my hands out to catch her by her upper
arms.

"No hanky panky!"

Kyla, Dani and Josie all said at the same time, putting on equally terrible
accents and trying to mimic the tall Icelandic blonde.

"Well, I don't see Abi

here, do you?" Erica asked with a lascivious smile. "And like we
said, blowjobs don't count."

Erica dropped to her knees,

her hands finding my soap-slick cock, and I groaned as I immediately started to
get hard.

"Holy shit," Josie

said, watching from her own shower.

"Erica," Kyla

scoffed.

"What?" Erica

asked, looking over at my other partner. "You can't tell me you haven't
wanted to do this."

"That doesn't mean you

should," Kyla said.

Erica shrugged and leaned

forward, taking the head of my cock into her mouth and softly sucking. I
grunted in my chest and closed my eyes, putting a hand on the wall to keep
myself upright. I lost myself in the feeling of Erica's blowjob and the heat
and pressure of the water beating on my shoulders, and the dull thudding pain
in my leg. I'd had to peel the bandage off to take my shower and the water
running over the two sutured holes on my thigh was both soothing and painful
depending on how I stood.

When I finally opened my eyes

and looked down at Erica she was smiling, taking about half my cock in her
mouth and gently fingering herself as she looked up at me. Then I glanced
around the room.

Dani was sitting on one of

the center benches in the room out of the spraying water, watching Erica
working on my cock, with her tongue stuck against the inside of her cheek as
she slowly plucked at her nipples. Across the room, still under her shower,
Josie was standing stock still except for her hands running rhythmically up and
down her torso, not really washing anything. Her mouth was a little open and
her eyes were riveted to Erica and my cock as well. Melina, meanwhile, was
leaning back against the wall completely out from under her shower and was
slowly teasing her cunt lips with one finger and looking a little conflicted.
She was the first to notice me looking their way and she flushed, biting her
lower lip, and put both of her hands behind her back like I'd caught her doing
something naughty.

Which, I guess I did.

Erica pushed herself further

down my cock until her lips were stretching to kiss the root but not taking me
into her throat, then came off of it completely and stroked me with both hands
as she looked over at the others.

"Josie," she said,

breaking the other woman out of her euphoric stare. "Blowjobs don't
count."

"Hmm?" Josie asked,

blinking like she'd been asleep and dreaming.

"Blowjobs," Erica

said. "Don't. Count."

"Really?" Josie

asked. Then she looked at Kyla behind me. "Really?"

"If you want," Kyla

said. "But if Abi comes in, I'm washing my hands of it."

Josie took two steps and

stopped. "Do you;?" she asked me.

"I'd love it, if you

want to," I said. "And the boss says yes."

"The boss definitely

says yes," Erica said, motioning Josie closer with two fingers.

Josie crossed the middle of

the shower room, and it was like doing that removed her inhibitions about the
whole thing as she quickly stepped over to me and pressed her naked, wet body
to mine and kissed me tenderly with those downturned lips of hers. She was hard
and soft at the same time, the feel of her reminding me a little of Kyla except
firmer, but her kiss was tentative and sweet. The kiss also got cut off by
Erica grabbing her hand and pulling her down to her knees.

"Here," Erica said,

tilting my cock towards Josie. "He's big, right?"

"Just right," Josie

said and looked up at me with her clear green eyes as she took the head of my
cock in her mouth.

"Okay, Goldilocks,"

Erica smirked a little, reaching back and gathering Josie's wet hair behind her
head. "Have fun."

I growled, low and deep in my

throat, as Josie started to blow me. She was different from my girls, using
less tongue but using her lips more to create different pressure and suction
than I was used to. I ran my fingers over her wet forehead and down her cheek
as she teased and played with me and she smiled around my cock. She could take
a little over half of it before she would choke a bit, and once she found her
limit she slowly pulled off of me, grazing her teeth down the length of my
shaft before wrapping her lips around the head and coming off of it with a pop.

"God, you have a nice

cock, Harri," she said huskily.

"Yes, he does,"

Erica smirked. Then she leaned in and pulled Josie in as well by the back of
her neck, and they met kissing around the head of my cock.

"Fuh,” I breathed out,

watching them as they made out with my cock between them. I glanced up and Dani
was now slowly fingering herself as she watched me getting a double blowjob.
She was as gorgeous with her hair wet and slicked back as that morning she'd
come down naked into my old living room, and she was biting the inside of her
cheek as she got herself off. Across the room, Melina was now openly fingering
herself as well, her enhanced chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply.

Kyla stepped up behind me,

hugging me as she pressed her tits to my back briefly. "Have fun,
hon," she said to me quietly.

I reached back to her,

getting my arm around her to stop her from leaving. "Are you Okay with
this? Really?" I asked.

She smiled and went on her

toes to kiss me. "I'm fine with it, mahal ko. I just don't need to
watch, I'll have you to myself later." Then she slipped from my arm and
kissed my palm before heading out of the shower room.

My eyes were drawn back down

to Josie as Erica was pushing her down onto my cock. Josie looked up at me as
she took me deeper and deeper, and I groaned and leaned down a little so that I
could palm her chest. At some point in the past few days, she'd swapped out her
usual barbell nipple piercings for little silver rings and I could feel them
scraping against my palm as I felt her up and she pushed her chest against my
hand.

She came off of my cock with

a gasp and Erica leaned in, kissing on her exposed neck, then pushed her back
onto my cock again. This happened a few more times and each time Josie would
stick out her tongue from her wide-open mouth, grinning as she waited for my
cock to return to her.

"You like teasing my

fiancé, don't you?" Erica said to her in a low voice. "You've been
flirting with him, showering with him, showing off this fantastic body for him
for a few weeks now."

"He's so fucking

hot," Josie moaned before starting to kiss her way down one side of my
shaft.

"What's your favorite

part of him?" Erica asked.

"I used to think his

smile," Josie said. "I love a good smile. And he has a great ass,
too. But now?"

"His cock," Erica

smirked.

"Umm hmm," Josie

hummed, taking the side of my cock between her teeth and slowly grazing them
off.

"What part of you do you

think he likes best?"

That pulled Josie up short

for a moment as she had to think about it. "I don't know," she
finally said. "He always has that cute blush and smiles when he sees me
naked, but I don't know what he likes best."

"Stand up," Erica

said. "Show off for him."

Josie chewed on the corner of

her lip for a second and then rose to her feet, looking at me as she took one
step back so I could see all of her naked. "What do you think,
Harri?" she asked. "Do you really like what you see?"

"I love what I see,

Joss," I said. "God, you are fucking hot as hell."

"Yeah?" she asked,

breaking into a smile.

"You are an absolute

work of art," I told her. "From head to toe. If you want to know my
favorite physical part of you though, I have to say it's your naked back and
ass."

"Really?" Josie grinned.

"I really like the way my back looks too." She turned around and
flexed a little, pointing her butt back at me as she tilted her hips to
accentuate it a bit.

"God, that is a nice

ass," Erica said, giving it a wet little smack. Her other hand had been
busy jerking me off rapidly. "You wanna get Harri off, Joss? You want him
to come for you?"

"Fuck, that would be

hot," Josie said, panting a little as she looked back at me over her
shoulder.

"Harri only likes to pop

once he's sure the woman he's with is ready too, Joss," Erica said.
"So you better start fingering yourself thinking of this big cock."

"Hmm," Josie

hummed, leaning forward a little more for balance as she slid a hand between
her legs and started frigging herself.

"Get that cheek pulled

open, babe," Erica told her, giving her ass another little spank.
"Make sure he can see how fucking horny you are for him."

Joss did as she was told and

reached back with her other hand, getting a slippery grip on her butt cheek and
prying it wide, revealing her perfect little butthole and her cunt lips as her
fingers were diving between them.

"That's it," Erica

crooned. "Good girl."

"God. Fuck, Erica,"

I groaned. She was stroking me hard and fast, pushing me towards my orgasm
quickly. Dani fingering herself openly off to my right, still in my field of
view while I watched Joss, wasn't helping.

"What do you think,

Josie?" Erica asked. "Getting close? Cause he won't pop until you
do."

"Getting there,"

Josie grunted, adding a third finger and sawing them in and out of her cunt.
The muscles in her shoulders and back flexed rhythmically as she did it.

"Where do you want him

to come when he pops? Should I suck it down, or do you want it somewhere?"

"My ass, Harri. Come all

over my ass and back," Josie begged me.

"Fuck," I groaned,

barely holding on. My eyes were trained on her ass. Her firm butt cheek. Her
fingers. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to mount her right there in the shower
room and I wouldn't care who was watching and I would fuck her hard and fast,
and if I popped out of her I would push my cock back in every time until I'd
claimed her.

That last thought brought me

up short a little, thinking how close that was to the way the vaccine got the
girls going but in reverse, but I was falling over the edge. I didn't have the
wherewithal to worry what having four girlfriends was doing to my lizard brain.

"Here it comes,

babe," Erica said.

"Fiff-Gawd!" I

groaned and released my mental stranglehold on my orgasm, letting it flow out
of me and I popped one strand of cum after another as Erica pumped me with
long, firm strokes. Each rope of cum hit Josie's muscled, perfect back except
for the last one which lost a bit of its power and hit the small of her back
close to her tailbone and immediately started sliding into her butt crack.

"That's it, babe,"

Erica crooned. "Get it all out. Fucking shoot your cum all over her."

I was emptied, and I had to

stagger back and away to keep Erica from continuing to jerk me off. Instead she
stood up and leaned in, kissing Josie briefly. "Blowjobs don't count,
Okay?" she said.

Josie nodded and I realized

her neck and shoulders and back were all tense as she was having an orgasm of
her own, two of her fingers buried deep inside of herself as the third twitched
against her outer lip.

"You know, if you'd been

thinking clearly, you could have asked for him to come inside you and then I
might have let you get fucked," Erica whispered to her.

Josie jolted a little as

another spasm of her orgasm shot through her at the thought, and I stepped
forward and put my hands on her hips to keep her up. She leaned back into me,
her ass pressing to my hip and her naked back to my chest as she rode out her
orgasm. When she was done I quickly washed my cum from her back and ass, but
didn't linger and instead gave her a little swat on her behind. She turned and
kissed me again, her playful smirk back in place but her eyes seeking an answer
in my face. I don't know what she found, but she seemed to be happy with it as
she winked at me, gave my ass a slap in return, and then skipped back over to
her side of the showers.

Dani was laying on her back

on the bench, breathing slowly with her legs closed, and Melina was sitting
down against the wall, likely having slid there when she got herself off.

"Erica, you are some

fucking trouble when I let you out of the house," I said.

"Guess you'll need to

keep me locked up," she said with a smirk and then kissed me.

We washed off quickly, and

the banter in the changing room as we got dressed again was light compared to
usual. Kyla was waiting for us in there and stayed behind when the rest of us
left, whispering with Josie. I wanted to go look for Abi, but I knew that
probably wasn't a good idea at the moment and instead we headed out to the
truck. Kyla caught up to us in the parking lot.

"Everything good?"

I asked.

"Fine," Kyla said.

"She just needed reassurance that I was Okay with what you guys did in
there."

"And you are still,

right?" Erica asked.

"Still? You guys talked

about that ahead of time?"

"Not, like, exactly that

scenario," Erica said. "But something along those lines."

"I really am fine with

it, Harri," Kyla said. "Josie hasn't had a boyfriend for a long while
because of the nature of her work keeping her moving around, and she has a big
lust-crush on you. She's happy as a pig in shit after that, and you got blown
by a beautiful woman. It's fine."

I wanted to tell them that it

was a little crazy, if not insane, but I shut my mouth and just shook my head.

"Good, you're

learning," Erica said with a smile as she ran her fingers through my
still-damp hair.

"Oh, yeah?" I

asked.

"Yeah," she said.

"You aren't arguing, and you don't feel guilty. That's progress."
When I glanced over at Kyla she was smirking and fishing for the keys in the
little workout bag she brought with her. Then, just as she was unlocking the
truck, my phone started ringing and she handed it over to me.

"It's Vanessa," I

said, frowning and swiping it open. "Hey, Vee. We're,”

"Harri, we need you back

here right now," Vanessa said, the tone in her voice strained.

"What's wrong?" I

growled, my heart dropping into my chest. I forgot everything that had just
been happening. I forgot the pain in my leg as I went around to the passenger
seat. The girls were looking at me in alarm at the sound of my voice.

"We're being fucking

attacked or something," Vanessa said. "I'm getting reports from all
over. We need you now, Harri."

"Drive," I ordered

Kyla.

"Harri, there's nothing

you can reasonably do!" Erica said loudly. "You're fucking shot, and
you don't have any of that equipment that Miriam sent you. It's the risk-reward
thing all over again."

"What am I supposed to

do then, Erica?" I asked. "I get it, but this is what I’m supposed
to be doing. Everything else was meant to just be extra."

"Fuck, I know!"

Erica grunted. "I just don't want you to fucking die."

"I don't think you guys

should rush into this either," Dani said.

We were still on the drive

back home from the Falls; a drive that usually took 16 minutes but that we were
probably going to make in 10 the way that Kyla was driving. As soon as Vanessa
had hung up with us to keep trying to hold things together back on the site, I
had called Ivy while Erica had been calling Leo. Everyone other than
Vanessa was currently safe and keeping an eye out for people trying to get into
our Compound, though my first worry was that could change at any moment.

Men with guns were attacking

the construction site. That's all that Vanessa had really been able to tell me.
Multiple vehicles were reported over the worker radios across several
locations. And people had heard gunshots.

"I'm not saying you're

not capable, Harri," Dani continued. "But we just finished a
workout, and you are recovering from a gunshot. Kyla, tell him this is a
bad idea."

"Did you put both of the

M4s in the back?" Kyla asked me.

"Only place we had for

them," I said.

"Kyla!" Erica said.

"He's not going to

not help, Erica," Kyla said sternly as she gripped the steering wheel
hard and continued to drive. "And arguing with him is going to mess with
his head."

There was a long moment of

silence in the truck. "Fuck," Erica said. "Fuck. Fine. Yes,
you're right. Harri, you be fucking careful, Okay?"

"As I can be," I

said, turning in my seat to look through the Plexiglas into the back. "And
you know, I bet if Ivy was here you would be the one telling her to stay calm
and let me do this."

Erica blew out a breath and

narrowed her eyes at me. "Maybe," she said.

"Dani, can you do me a

favor and freak out more so that Erica can calm you down?" I asked.

"Asshole," Erica

sighed, smirking at me a little.

I winked at them both.

My phone rang as we were

about two minutes out, based on Kyla's speed, from the driveway to the site.

"Captain," I

answered.

"Sheriff," Captain

Bloomberg said, her voice tense. "The Colonel is spinning up an emergency
response. What's your status?"

"I was off-site when I

got word. We're about a minute out," I said.

"The boundaries of your

land are a military installation even if there isn't much there yet, Sheriff.
You have Shoot-to-Kill authorization for anyone threatening the project. This
is a matter of national security."

"Fuck," Dani said

in the back seat.

"Am I on speaker?"

the Captain asked.

"Sorry, I'm in the truck

with Kyla, Erica and Dani," I said.

There was a beat of silence

and I could tell I was going to need to get her a gift basket or something.
"Hello, ladies," she finally said. "And yes, 'Fuck' is an
appropriate response. Sheriff, we can't lose any more workers, especially
the men who are currently vaccinated and partnered."

"Fuck," I said,

taking my turn to curse. I hadn't even thought about the fact that we had a lot
more people vaccinated around us now than just our little families.

"Your first priority is

to save lives. Your second is to find out who the hell these people are and put
them in the dirt," the Captain said. "And that's me using
legal-friendly terms, Harri."

"Understood,

Captain," I said.

She hung up.

"I don't know what the

fuck is going on in the military," I said mostly to myself. "But the
Captain is performing way outside a regular JAG role."

"Did I miss something,

or did Harri just get a James Bond license to kill?" Erica asked.

"Not the time,

babe," I said, bracing as Kyla took the vehicle to the shoulder off the
highway and skidded the truck to a halt, right next to the turn into the
driveway. I quickly dialed Vanessa.

"Where are you?"

she asked.

"End of the

driveway," I said. "What's the situation?"

"Best we can tell, there

are something like six vehicles around the site looting tools and supplies, two
or three guys in each one. They're all armed, and they're holding up the crews
at gunpoint and shooting at anyone who tries to stop them. I've got reports of
multiple gunshot wounds, and people are reporting more shots that we don't know
the source of yet. Harri, I can't get anything from the local services. I don't
think we can even get one ambulance, let alone what we'll need."

"Miriam is coming down

as fast as she can," I said. "Just stay calm and triage like your
safety courses taught you. You've got this, you just need to stay calm and stay
safe."

"Harri, one of the

trucks buzzed by the compound," Vanessa said. "I sent guys in a
bulldozer to chase them so they didn't stop, but they got close."

I looked across the cab at

Kyla, and I could see the same thing I was feeling. Abject fear boiled and
baked into a hard point of anger.

"Where are they now,

Vee?" I asked.

"At least a few have

already left," Vanessa said. "I've got three different reports without
follow-up right now. Two in the eastern area near the brush clearing crews, and
one in the western area near our supply drop-off point."

"We'll go east," I

said. "I'll call you when I know something."

"Be safe, you

guys," Vanessa said. "And give them hell. Love you."

"To be fair, she's got

stuff to manage," Erica grumbled in the back seat. "It's easier to be
a badass when you aren't sitting on your hands in the back of a cop car."

That got a snort out of Dani,

and I was happy at least one of us could appreciate Erica at that moment. My
mind was elsewhere.

Kyla and I got out of the

truck and went to the back, opening the gate and keying into the compartment
under the bed. "We should really start keeping the heavy vests here,"
I mumbled as we pulled out the lightweight bulletproof vests we'd been using
since I'd first been named sheriff.

"We didn't think we'd

have a situation like this, dear," Kyla said as she strapped on hers.

I pulled out the M4s and all

the magazines of ammunition we kept in the back of the truck. Before the ambush
in Portland, I'd kept three with our one rifle, but now we each had four.

Kitted out with as little as

we had, I felt like a joke. I was wearing a t-shirt, workout shorts and gym
shoes with a bulletproof vest. Kyla was almost worse, wearing lavender tights
and a small tank top under her vest.

"At least you look

cute," I said with a little smirk.

She rolled her eyes and

smiled back, and we closed the back of the truck. We got Erica and Dani out of
the back, something I probably should have thought of doing first, and they
piled into the front and Erica lowered her window so I could talk to her.

"Run the lights and

sirens," I said. "And go right into the camp. You'll be safer
surrounded by lots of people."

"Harri," Erica

said, a serious frown on her face. "Just... I'm sorry."

"I know, babe," I

said and kissed her through the open window. "I don't blame you."

"I don't know what to

say," she said.

"Tell him to come home

to those titties of yours," Dani said from the passenger seat.
"That'll make sure he comes back in one piece."

"Go, babe," I said.

"Kyla and I will be fine."

Erica put on a fake smile for

me, trying to show me she wasn't as worried as she was, and then they peeled
away up the driveway leaving Kyla and me behind.

"Erica wasn't

wrong," Kyla said. "She just feels powerless in these situations or
else she would handle things better. She's a doer, not a waiter."

"I feel like if we find

a way to fix that, we're planning on this shit happening more and not
less," I said.

"It wasn't a suggestion

to give her tactical training, Harri," Kyla said. "I think Erica with
proper training would be more trouble than we could get into ourselves."

I could only imagine how a

pissed-off Erica with jiu-jitsu or krav maga training would deal with assholes
out in the normal world. Then again, it was entirely possible there wouldn't be
a normal world left pretty soon.

Kyla and I started jogging,

and I could tell Kyla was keeping an eye on me and my leg. It ached every time
I put weight on it, but it was a dull pain instead of a sharp one so I was able
to mostly ignore it. We headed east, prioritizing the crews and where there
were potentially more of the looters over the threat to the supply drop-off. I
tried to pick up the pace as we veered off of the main gravel driveway and into
one of the cut swathes that the crews were making, but as soon as I went from a
light jog to a run the pain got sharper and I backed off.

"There's a vehicle

coming," Kyla said, and I looked up and heard the rumble of a diesel
engine coming from ahead of us.

We moved off of the cut line,

stepping into the foliage of the forest, and we both tensed as we raised our
rifles. The truck that came around the turn about thirty yards from us looked
for all the world like a construction rig loaded down with tools and supplies,
and I would have assumed it was someone trying to get to safety if the truck
wasn't also flying a full-sized confederate flag from the roof of its cab.

"You gotta be shitting

me," I mumbled.

"Let them go?" Kyla

asked.

"You heard the

Captain," I said, my finger tightening on the trigger. "But you don't
need to do it if you don't want."

Kyla's answer was opening

fire, and I quickly joined her. We peppered the truck as it sped by us, but it
didn't lose control or slow down in the slightest. We pivoted as it burned by
and kept firing, and I heard a shout and saw a flash of red in the open bed of
the truck.

It disappeared around another

bend.

"Shit," I said. I

wasn't exactly used to shooting at a fast-moving target like that.

"We hit someone,"

Kyla said.

"Yeah, I saw," I

said. "Won't be useful to us unless they bring him to a hospital, or they
dump him out the back and we can ID him."

"What now?" Kyla

asked. "Follow them?"

I shook my head, looking back

up the way they had come from. "There's still another one out here
somewhere."

We pushed on after reloading

since we had both used most of a magazine on the speeding truck. A couple of
minutes later we rounded a bend and saw that we'd reached the end of the cut
we'd been following. There was a big log-hauling truck a dozen paces from where
the crew had been clearing trees, and an excavator with a claw on the end of
its big arm that would load the logs onto the truck. There were also several
men in high-viz vests and helmets buzzing around in a clump. As we got closer I
realized they were working to try and help two crewmen who were on the ground
and wounded.

"What's the

situation?" I asked loudly as we approached.

Several of the men jumped,

but when they saw it was Kyla and me in our Sheriff vests they calmed down.
"We got attacked by those fucking assholes," one of the men said, an
older guy with a scruffy goatee. "We heard the shit on the radios, then
they came tearing down here. There were four of 'em and they were armed with
shotguns and rifles. Gaz tried to tell them off and got hit with birdshot
that's torn up his arm and side pretty bad, then Lukas tried to jump one of 'em
and he might lose his fucking leg. They made us load all of our tools and
equipment into their truck and took off a couple minutes ago."

"We saw them. Hit one,

too," Kyla said, and that brought some nods from the men.

I did a quick survey of the

damage; the thing about working on a site full of construction workers was that
everyone was trained in safety and emergency situations. Working with heavy
machinery required it. And while gunshot wounds might not have been covered in
the heavy workplace safety and first aid training plenty of the guys on the
crew had, they were doing their best to keep the wounded stable.

"I already called for

medics on my radio in the truck," said a younger guy. He had the vest but
wasn't wearing a helmet so I assumed he was the driver.

"Gaz should live, but

I'm worried about Lukas," said the older guy. "He went into shock and
he needs treatment fast."

"Can you get the truck

around to bring him to camp?" I asked.

"Not with any kind of

speed," the driver said. "It's a whole process to back my way out of
these lanes until they get connected."

"Fuck, alright," I

grunted. "Radio in again and tell whoever answers that this cut lane is
clear and that the Sheriff cleared it himself."

"Thanks," the older

guy grunted and nodded, shooing the driver back to the truck to do so.

"What's the last thing

you guys heard on the radio about,” Gunshots cut me off.

"North-east," Kyla

said, pointing in the direction. We were already in the easternmost third of
the land, and I took a moment to try and remember the latest planned roadmap.

"It's got to be the

access road on the border," I said. I hadn't thought they'd started
cutting it yet, but I wasn't exactly up to date on everything all of the crews
were accomplishing. The planned access road was supposed to be for utility work
only since the compound would have backup power and water generation from the
river that fed into the Nehalem. That river was partially fed by the spring I
loved so much.

Kyla and I took off, heading

into the bush due North first since there was an old hiking trail we could use
to skip around a couple of the rockier areas. That brought us above where the
shots had come from and we had to come back down South as we pushed east
through a copse of evergreens until we stopped when we heard voices.

It was tough to hear what

they were saying at first, but it was clear they were angry. I went to my belly
near the edge of the evergreens and crawled under the last branches to peek out
at the clearing ahead, trying to keep my hiss of pain from my leg quiet enough
that Kyla didn't hear.

The work crew had been

cutting the utility access road just like I'd thought, though at the moment it
seemed more like a single lane than what would probably be needed later. They
had an excavator like the last crew, but no logging truck; instead the clearing
crew had been pushing everything to the side of their path, and it would get
cleaned up by another crew sometime in the future. That left logs and debris
mounded on either side of the path, making it difficult for me to see what was
going on.

"Stay here," I

whispered to Kyla and motioned that I was going to crawl closer to listen. She
frowned but nodded. I put my time doing army PE drills to use and crawled my
way through the brush to the mound. It sucked for my forearms as they scraped
rock and dirt and rough vegetation, but it sucked even more for my leg as it
ached like hell with every bump it took.

At the mound, I was able to

peek over a log.

There was another pickup

truck, and while this one wasn't flying a confederate flag it definitely had
the same dinged-up look to it. It also happened to have three men dressed in
rough camo and holding rifles standing next to it while they overlooked a crew
of six workers. The workers all had their hands up and were on their knees.

"Tell us what this place

is for!" shouted one of the scruffy men at a worker who was pulled out
from the rest of the group. The white helmet on the ground nearby told me he
was likely in charge of the crew.

"Dude, what the

fuck?" he grunted, keeping his eyes down like he thought that might stop
the trio from doing anything. "I told you, it's a housing project."

"That's total

bullshit," the tallest of the raiders said. "There's no way this is
just some housing thing. In the middle of this fake-ass pandemic? What are they
building here during the cover-up?"

"Naw, man," the

third one said. "Maybe itis housing, but it's for like... aliens.
Or for the aristocrats of some invading army once they take over the
country."

"Is that it?" the

first one demanded. "Are you assholes building shit to hide aliens or
enemies of the state?"

"Dude, if that were even

true, do you think I would know?" the foreman said. "We're just
clearing trees for a road."

"He knows more than he's

saying," the second guy said.

"Maybe we should shoot

one of these guys, make them take us serious like," the third one
suggested.

Well, that sent my plan to

try and find a natural opening out the window. I slipped back down the mound a
bit and started crawling to my left, hoping to put the excavator between me and
the firearms. My leg was killing me now, but I shunted that feeling into my
gritting teeth and held it there. I didn't have time to think about it.

The guys argued back and

forth a bit more. Two of them sounded reluctant to just shoot someone in cold
blood, which was good. It meant I had a chance to possibly diffuse the
situation. Once I was a good way along I peeked over the edge of the mound
again and saw that I'd gone far enough, and I slipped over and got up into a
crouch as I adjusted my grip on the M4 and rolled my neck to get myself
focused. Creeping around the side of the excavator, I took a quick peek.

One of the men had his

shotgun pointed at the foreman about an inch away from the guy's head, and the
foreman was silently crying as the three rednecks continued to argue. One of
the crew guys saw me and his eyes went wide. I raised my finger to my lips to
try and keep him quiet, and he nodded more with a feeling of nodding than
actually doing it.

"Fuck, this is taking

too long!" the second raider said. "The others are probably gone by
now. We need to go."

"Why? Ain't like the

cops are coming out here," the third one said.

"You don't know that,

idiot," the first one grunted.

"Fine. So we grab this

guy and another one, and we get them to talk back at HQ," the second one
said.

I grimaced and slid around

the excavator fully, starting my as-quiet-as-possible run while they were busy
arguing. If I could get up behind one and take them at gunpoint, I could
probably talk the others down. Then it would be a simple matter of the crew
helping me keep them pinned until I could get handcuffs or zip ties out here.
Well, that and making sure the crew didn't kick the shit out of the rednecks.

Things were going great until

the foreman looked up for the first time since I'd been watching and saw me
rushing the group. He whimpered in a distinctly relieved way.

The rednecks turned to see

what he was looking at.

And my leg gave out with a

sharp needle of pain.

It's possible, if I hadn't

been falling sideways as my leg stopped wanting to work, that I could have
out-shot the first guy. As it was I couldn't get my rifle up properly and it
was pure luck that the blast of birdshot went over my head as I collapsed.

After that first blast, it

was chaos.

The one with the shotgun who

shot at me died first, his body jerking sideways oddly as gunfire opened up and
a bullet tore somewhere through the back of his jaw.

The second one, who had a

hunting rifle, had pivoted as he saw me dropping but heard the crew of men
scrambling to their feet and rushing the rednecks. He fired almost point blank
at them and one of the construction workers stumbled, but the others tackled
him and started going to work on him.

The third one, the one with

delusions of an invading force coming to take over the US, pulled the trigger
on his shotgun and blew the face off of the foreman. He swung around, raising
his double-barrel towards me but then flinching and redirecting towards the
rushing crew. I managed to get my rifle up and winged him in the shoulder, which
spun him and gave Kyla a clean target to put two through his back, the exit
wounds popping from his chest like weird bloody pimples.

The whole thing took less

than four seconds, and in my mind I flashed back to the shootout scene in
Django Unchained. I'd been in my fair share of gunfights, let alone the two in
the past few weeks. I'd never seen one pop off so fast, and bloody, and
methodical. The sprays of blood had been almost artful in that weirdly
cinematic way.

But it wasn't really

over.

The construction workers we

beating the absolute fuck out of that second guy. Steel toe boots were doing
most of the real damage, though one guy had the foreman's hard hat in his hand
and was smashing it down repeatedly using the hard plastic bill, and another
had gotten the rednecks rifle and was slamming the butt of it down on him.

"Stop!" I

screamed. I'd wanted it to be a shout, but it was too hoarse and slightly
horrified to be a proper booming command.

I scrambled to my knees and

used my M4 to help me get to my feet. My leg was wobbly but I could stand, and
I staggered towards them, shoving the crew away from the bloodied body. I
pointed to their fellow crewman, the one who had gotten shot by the rifle.
"It's done! First aid, do what you can," I ordered them, my voice
thick with adrenaline but now growling powerfully.

The five construction workers

were bloodied, their eyes a little wild as they realized what they'd done, but
one of them got the others moving quickly.

The bodies around me were

broken. The foreman died instantly, that was for sure. The redneck that Kyla
hit in the throat was letting out his last gurgling breaths, and the other
she'd shot in the back was going pale as his life seeped out of him. The last
one wasn't breathing either, and I couldn't really look at it.

"Harri," Kyla said,

hurrying over to me from out of the brush. She rushed and stopped just short of
colliding into me, her face a mask of concern as her eyes scanned me. Her frown
deepened when she saw that there was blood seeping on my leg; I'd pulled my
stitches for sure, and hopefully not anything worse. But she reached up and
touched my head, and her hand came away bloody.

"I'm fine for now,"

I said. "I don't feel it."

"Harri, we,”

"Wait," I grunted,

and I went down on one knee painfully next to the redneck who was shot in the
chest. I leaned over him and slapped his face lightly to get his attention, and
he winced and his eyes focused on me.

"Dying," he gasped.

"Yeah you are, you dumb

motherfucker," I said, not even bothering to put pressure on his wounds
since he was so close to going out. "Who the fuck are you people?"

"Dying," he gasped

again, reaching up with the last of his strength like he was asking me to hold
his hand.

I took it, even though I

didn't want to. "Who needs to know?" I asked him.

The look in his eye told me

he thought of someone, but I would have needed to be a mind reader to know who
because his lips worked but no sound came out, and then there was the
bone-chilling last breath as he died.

"Fuck," I grunted.

"Harri, you've got two

gouges in your scalp," Kyla said, and I realized she'd been standing over
me and looking through my hair.

"Birdshot," I

groaned, blinking a little as the pain started to hit me. "I'll get it checked
out. Boys, how's he doing?"

"Gut shot," one of

the men said. He was the one who'd grabbed the rifle, his hands and boots less
bloody than the others. They'd gotten their buddy turned over.

"Kyla, call

Vanessa," I said. "Get someone out here for him. Gut shot is bad, but
one bullet doesn't mean he dies if we can get him treatment quickly."

She nodded and took out her

phone. I pulled out my own and found my hand was bloody as I started touching
the screen. It was the redneck's blood from holding his hand. I dialed Miriam.

"Status?" she asked

abruptly as she answered.

"One more possible

vehicle on site, though I doubt it. I've got three dead hostiles here, look
like... fuck, they look like rednecks. Maybe a militia group or something,
though they only had really light arms. Shotguns and hunting rifles. Nothing
automatic or military-grade. I've also got one dead and one seriously wounded
civilian, plus more wounded confirmed."

"Do you know if the dead

civilian was vaccinated?" Miriam asked.

I coughed and looked over at

the men. "Hey, anyone know if your foreman was vaccinated?"

"Yeah, we all are,"

said one of the men. "Fuck, what does that mean, now?"

I ignored him and turned my

attention back to my phone. "He was," I said.

"Fuck.

Okay," Miriam said. "I need; Shit. This is classified and fucking
rude as hell to ask, but does he still have his testicles?"

I didn't have the brainpower

at the moment to even be shocked by that question. "Yeah, he should,"
I said.

"Alright. I'm flying

down with a crew of medics. I need that body ready for travel ASAP,"
Miriam said.

"Not the wounded?"

I asked.

"They'll be taken care

of, but I'm going to need to know who that dead man is."

"Do I; no, I don't want

to know. I've also got a vehicle here. Oregon plates." I rattled off the
plate number to her.

"I'll have someone start

looking into it," she said. "Harri, are you;?"

"Hurt but Okay," I

said.

"You need to stop

calling me like this," she said, and I could hear the frustrated little
smile on her lips.

"You need to make some

time to come see us when it isn't an emergency," I pointed out.

"We'll be there in under

half an hour. Have the wounded brought to camp if you can move them, and make
sure that body is ready for travel."

"Got it," I grunted.

She hung up and I looked up

at Kyla. She was frowning as she gazed down at me. I tried to get up to hug
her, but she put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down, shaking her
head. "Sit," she ordered me. "Vanessa is sending a couple of
trucks."

I sucked in a breath through

my nose and felt it come out wobbly. My head was starting to hurt, and my leg
was still hitting with that sharp pain, though it had mellowed out some.

"Uh, sir?" one of

the crewmen said. Most of them were busy trying to fuss with their gut shot
buddy.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Is; um. Are we going

to...?" he glanced at the bloody and beaten corpse.

"In this case? Probably

not," I groaned painfully, leaning back until I was lying flat. "They
were looters and threatened to kidnap at least one of you at gunpoint. I'm not
looking' to press charges here."

"Just don't start

thinking doing this is a good idea," Kyla said.

"Yes, ma'am," the

guy nodded, turning back to his friends. He had to be in his early forties. His
calling Kyla 'ma'am' made me smile for some reason.

"What?" she asked

as she looked down at me.

"Nothing," I said,

shaking my head. "Nothing."

To be continued, Based on

a post by Break The Bar for Literotica

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