<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1w6Sw.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>Abigail Brand<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>Agent Brand or Ma'am or Miss. Not 'Hydra-Hair.'<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Northern Egypt, Near Port Said<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/><strong>Al-Abassi Mosque<br/>Current SWORD Headquarters<br/>Container Park</strong><br/><br/>She started to smile as she saw him break off the kiss, only to have her own lips tremble a bit as she glanced down and saw even as they were embraced, his tail was like another limb, one which had its particular tip slipped over the edge of her pants, and now under them. She gasped, looking up at him, finding this clearly nontraditional partner all the more alluring the more she was making out with him. Her eyes and face lighting up as she did so, she pulled her hands from grasping his soft, furry and yet firmly and tightly muscled body, her fingertips sifting over the soft blue hairs of his body before she suddenly reached her arms down to her sides, and with a flicker of her fingers, undid the belt of her pants and started to use her elbows to help her half shimmy, half slither beneath his body, leaning her head up, hungrily kissing him every second, as she slowly snaked out of her pants while his tail pulled it away and inch by inch the creamy white alabaster legs of the SWORD agent were revealed to his hungry yellow eyes, along with the flesh toned boyshort cut panty she was wearing while her own hands drifted up to the bottom edge of her strapped tank undershirt and simply pulled it off, brushing the fabric brusquely over her own face before tossing it aside.<br/><br/>Then, for a moment, Satoko looked up into Nightcrawlers inhuman looking eyes, and for a moment her usual doe eyed gaze took on a nearly feral look of lust, as she loved the fact that his eyes were hungrily roaming over her curvaceous, milky white body clad in nothing more then a pair of panties, a bra and her standard issue jungle green socks pulled almost halfway up her calves.<br/><br/>She threw her arms around his neck, her fingers sifting through the thick, curly dark hair of his head and gripped the back of his skull, the usually hidden muscle tone of the SWORD agent barely showing through her soft skin as she held him tightly and pulled him in for another deeply passionate, lust filled kiss made all the richer as she practically clung to him, her legs opening up, wrapping around his hips, feeling his long prehensile tail flicker over her bare skin, and pressing her own smooth skinned body against his soft, thick blue furred one, loving the feel of his demonic looking, but luxuriously soft feeling fur against her nearly naked form. The new sensations she was feeling practically fueled the moans she was purring into the kiss as she closed her eyes again, wanting to experience every aspect of the lovemaking she was currently, and about to experience with this mutant now and experience the sensation without the slightest reservation.<br/><strong><br/>Al-Abassi Mosque<br/>Current SWORD Headquarters<br/>Command Center</strong><br/><br/>Director Brand was wielding the same Kree patterned Plasma Assault Rifle she had before, her only regret being that she wished she had a few more to dole out. But there were none. They were floating in space somewhere. Meanwhile her spaceflight capable Mandroid power armor suits were somewhere in the Meditterranean. While she still had people looking for those, she realized beggars couldn't be choosers. And conventional weapons had served them well so far. Before her was as much of the SWORD staff that could be reasonably assembled. Curiously, Agent Tokoro wasn't present but as seeing as how communications were compromised, it was no big loss or worry. Chances were she was inventorying something or running a diagnostic or whatnot.<br/><br/>Also Agent Fisher, sniper rifle and all, had long departed, taking up a new overwatch position to call out the incoming attack and give them heads up. Now it was time for everyone else to get their final orders of the day. "We're dividing you up into teams of three. You'll work in support of larger groups of local forces and provide the expert firepower, and support needed in the coming battle," Abigail stated. "If our intelligence is true, then the only easy day was yesterday for us and it's only going to be harder today, even with the reinforcements. Remember, we're not infantry today. We're force multipliers. Use the short wave radios. Study the maps and keep close to your troops. Your primary duty out there will be to coordinate our power against our attackers. Bring overwhelming firepower on them and only attack to keep them off balance or exploit vulnerabilities. And most importantly, keep your assigned units together. Everyone has a tendency to panic and act brittle when fighting superhumans. Soldiers and militia alike. You've been trained to behave differently. Keep your people in line and be a model because they'll all be looking to you for guidance." She paused and then glanced at Agent Hariri, then back at her charges. "Agent Hariri has your unit assignments and keep in mind the plans we have for fallback. We aren't sacrificing ourselves or anyone else here if we can prevent it. If we're overrun, withdraw and save as many as you can to go with you. Got it?"<br/><br/>The SWORD agents started to nod. "Good!" Abigail replied, cutting short on any of the inspiring speech stuff, since she was talking to people she knew. They already knew what was expected of them as professionals. Therefore she kept her final briefing to the point while idly wondering what the immediately future would bring.