Hell Katz: Baku, Azerbaijan
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				Title: <strong>Hell Katz: Baku, Azerbaijan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>1SAZ</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 08:50:53</strong>
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				It was early morning as the luxury jet set down on the make shift air strip, the sun barely peaking over the horizon, and yet it felt like the middle of a Nevada Summer. Inside the Gulfstream, the ladies in the employ of one Caroline Katz sat in relative comfort, awaiting a word from their employer. They had been in flight throughout the night, and with the sun rising, it was clear that business would be the subject of the day.<br><br>Caroline yawned as she leaned up from her plush seat, the sun kissing her pale face just enough to stir her from slumber. Wearing only one of her business shirts and a pair of lace panties, she slowly got up from her chair to head towards the small kitchenette at the back for a warm cup of coffee. As she did, her closest friend and confidant, as well as the head of her security team, looked up from her laptop with a smile. "Girls! Time to get up. Care-Bear is awake," Kait called out to the collected soldiers and criminals Ms. Katz had collected.<br><br>As soon as Caroline had taken a sip of coffee, she walked over to the couch and took a seat before smiling. "Ladies, file in. I'm gonna run down today's agenda. Kait will hand out specifics after, but I wanted to personally explain the job for today," she said simply, her bright red hair hanging about her head in a mess of loose locks. "And make sure one of you grabs Dannie from the cockpit. I'm sure she's tired, but I need her up to date too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell Katz: Baku, Azerbaijan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 17:19:20</strong>
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				<em>Ladies and other ladies, please make sure your seat-backs and trays are in their full upright and locked position. Welcome to beautiful war-torn Azerbaijan. Balmy tourist destination of warlords, PMCs, and one more arms dealer.</em> D.L.'s voice came over the Gulfstream's intercom system. "Azerbaijan air, this is Vandal Foxtrot, you took the bribes and I need a landing strip." Some incomprehensible Middle Eastern dialect came back, but she picked up enough. "Roger, bringing her down now." The private jet kissed the tarmac easily. Another easy landing. <br><br>She taxied it up and put it at a stop. She stood up and threw her captain's hat in the copilot chair. She smoothed out her blouse and straightened her skirt's hem. She was a woman of less-than-medium height. She had dark skin and curly dark hair speaking to her Cajun heritage. She had a shoulder harness of gator-leather with her pistol in it. Ms. Katz called for general assembly so she walked back to the passenger cabin. <br><br>She was a curvy lady, not as fit as some in the crew, but she kept in shape. The only thing out of place about her outfit was the black combat boots she wore over her nylons. She grabbed her sport jacket and flopped into a chair. She gave all present a beaming smile.&nbsp; Danielle looked out the window at the heat waves rippling off the tarmac. Well, you know, part of the job. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell Katz: Baku, Azerbaijan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 20:52:20</strong>
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				Ruth had watched the sun rise over the Caspian sea, deep in introspection. When the plane landed, the quiet girl said a short prayer before standing up, stretching, and walking forward to meet the others.<br><br>She was a small girl, and quiet. It often seemed as if she were overshadowed by the personality and force of the other girls, but truthfully, Ruth preferred it that way. Today, she wore a long-sleeved loose shirt in beige, and loose light cotton pants. Her loose styles concealed a tightly trained body, every bit as much a weapon as the guns she carried. Her long brown hair was tied back in a messy bun, a style chosen more for convenience than appearance.<br><br>She walked softly to the front of the plane, having left her boots by her seat. She leaned down on the back of Danielle's seat, her hand resting softly on the other girl's shoulder, and smiled gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell Katz: Baku, Azerbaijan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 02:32:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/7121d22c9afc8007fea733ff1bd84395.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Anastassija Golovanova</span></span></div><br>I wake up with jolt to plane landing on runway and to words of boss lady, Kait.&nbsp; I look around plane.&nbsp; I see dress I wore last night on chair before me.&nbsp; <br><br>Me, I have no clothes on.<br><br>I called out.&nbsp; <br><br>"I remember last night we have occasion to, how you say, blowjob off steam.&nbsp; I do not remember losing dress."&nbsp; <br><br>I felt Russian accent grow thicker more I speaked.<br><br>"Ack, I am most, how you say, well hung over board."<br><br>I rub temples on side of heads to feel better, but then I see something on bar.<br><br>"Ah, zhat is what I need.&nbsp; Over zhere.&nbsp; Zhe hair of zhe doggy style zhat bit me."<br><br>I reach for bottle of vodka and take many gulps.&nbsp; Immediate I feel better.<br><br>I would dress later, depending on mission.&nbsp; Maybe I wear one-piece.&nbsp; Maybe I wear plugsuit.&nbsp; Maybe I wear schoolgirl skirt.&nbsp; <br><br>For now, I stand by bar, chasing vodka with water, listening to boss lady.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell Katz: Baku, Azerbaijan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Divine Tenacity</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 21:30:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i927.photobucket.com/albums/ad117/K_sadiablo/Shinobu%20And%20Other%20African%20American%20badasses/229980_v0_600x.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><em>Man your own jackhammer<br>Man your battle stations<br>We'll have you dead pretty soon<br>And now<br>Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine<br>Man your battle stations<br>We'll have you home pretty soon<br>And now</em>-</div><br>Olivia opened her eyes, removed an ear bud from her ear. It was a wonder she was able to catch the ending of the much garbled announcement over the loudspeaker. She was in her zone at the moment, the flight was long and Violet had went through plenty of discographies of various artists. She had to find something to do during this flight. Unfolding her arms she stretched them upwards, turning to look out one of the aircraft's windows.<br><br>Azerbaijan, eh? Violet could already feel the grin growing on her face. Looks like plenty of action was to be seen here.<br><br>With Care Bear, action was almost always guaranteed.<br><br>Olivia yanked out the other earbud and powered off the music player, tossing it into the adjacent seat before standing an stretching as far as she could in the cramped cabin. She looked down the length of her body, realized she only wore a tank top and a pair of panties. That was okay with her, it was rather hot in the aircraft. Figuring she would get a chance to clean up later she followed the others to where Care Bear and the Bossman* waited.<br><br><br><br>*<span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">Figured Kait has a bigger and sweatier pair of balls than any man (as in she is just that badass), so Violet calls her Bossman.</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell Katz: Baku, Azerbaijan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scribus1000</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 07:29:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://coolvibe.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/soldier.jpg)</div>One moment Frankie had been lightly dozing, and in her mind she was a passenger, flying low in a helicopter over what looked to be the East coast of Florida. Why, she knew not. With the scenery down below of people, beach balls, umbrellas and the bright sand, she wasn't of a mind to really care for the purpose either. She'd been holding something important in her hand, a medallion, and a lurch in the helicopter's flight made it slip from her hands and slide towards the edge. Frankie snatched it up by its chain just before it fell out and caught herself in time. Someone else on board shouted a question, she couldn't hear it clearly--<br><br>And she was awake then. Her dream had ended full-stop and overlapped into reality in the blink of an eye. Quiet noises or just being lightly touched could wake her sometimes. This seemed to happen more than she could remember--Knight was used to it by now and then some. She smoothed out her ruffled blouse and trousers, both of which she recalled having been bought yesterday without much thought or care put into it. The fogginess in her head thinned out fairly fast as her boss began to talk, and by the end of that speech and their pilot's, Frankie was sharp and listening closely. "Alright, what are we looking at?"<br><br><em>Azerbaijan.</em><br><br>How about that. Just the right pace, Frankie figured. There'd be plenty to get done in the next few days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell Katz: Baku, Azerbaijan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>1SAZ</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 05:11:15</strong>
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				Kait peered up from her laptop as the others gathered around, her bright blue eyes scanning the collected ladies with trained precision, the smile on her lips a mask for the deadly skills that lay beneath. Such was the case with most of the women in the plane as it sat on the tarmac, a mask of femininity hiding the skills that would take down a highly skilled army. It was both part of their charm, and their advantage. "Ana, grab a shirt at least. We're going to be here for a bit," she said gently, her hushed voice still carrying the authority that came with experience and position.<br><br>Caroline, however, was far more chipper in appearance, and genuinely smiling as she looked over the collected group. Her crimson locks fell over her eyes as she spoke, her tone as happy and warm. "Girls, I appreciate your sticking with me thus far. I can hardly thank you all enough for being there for me, when most others would have ran." Caroline waved her hand out over the group looking down towards the floor of the plane. "But I have to ask a bit more of you all this time, than I have before. We will be meeting with a para-military group who have asked me to supply them with arms that would be enough to take over a small third world country. I've agreed to provide such armaments..." she continued before trailing off somberly.<br><br>"That said... I don't trust any group that wants to hold a small country, especially when they refuse to pay up front. Hence why I must ask you all to be at the ready for things to go south, quick. If things go wrong, the goal is to get the payment and get the hell out of Dodge, am I understood? I don't feel like anyone dying today, and I'd rather not leave empty handed." Caroline's smile returned as she looked up at the group, her eyes practically showing the dollar signs she was thinking about. After all, what arms dealer would want to leave the payment for a small army's worth of armaments behind?<br><br>Kait nodded before looking over the the group, letting out a soft sigh before speaking. "For this mission, I would like Frankie and R on overwatch a thousand meters outside of the AO. R, I want you on trigger duty, Frankie, you're spotting. Bring an automatic with you. Don't want them to sneak up on you with your panties around your ankles," Kait explained, the last bit causing a smirk to cross her lips. "The rest of you are with me and Caroline. Ana, you'll be manning the M240 on our Humvee. Dannie, you're on the wheel and I'll take passenger side. Vy, I want you in your best and right next to Care-Bear. Leave any obvious weapons in the Humvee, just bring what you can conceal. Everyone clear on their jobs?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell Katz: Baku, Azerbaijan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>09-08-2014, 17:29:08</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/7121d22c9afc8007fea733ff1bd84395.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Anastassija Golovanova</span></span></div><br><em>"Ana, grab a shirt at least. We're going to be here for a bit."</em><br><br>"Da. As you say, boss."<br><br>I finded t-shirt, small, tight one, that barely covers areolas and still shows cleavage and underboobs.<br><br>Care Bear speaked next.&nbsp; To let us know of dangers.&nbsp; I like danger.&nbsp; Makes nipples stiff.&nbsp; And makes tingles between legs.<br><br>Cute boss lady talked more.<br><br><em>"For this mission, I would like Frankie and R on overwatch a thousand meters outside of the AO. R, I want you on trigger duty, Frankie, you're spotting. Bring an automatic with you. Don't want them to sneak up on you with your panties around your ankles."</em><br><br>"Not like last time.&nbsp; This time, no wear panties.&nbsp; Get in way."<br><br><em>"...Ana, you'll be manning the M240 on our Humvee..."</em><br><br>"Nyet.&nbsp; Would prefer M2HB if possible.&nbsp; I like sound more."<br><br><em>"Leave any obvious weapons in the Humvee, just bring what you can conceal. Everyone clear on their jobs?"</em><br><br>I rock-and-rolled my eyes.&nbsp; I prefer to carry on person as much ammo and grenades as possible, along with two primaries.&nbsp; But she is boss lady, so I nod in agreement.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell Katz: Baku, Azerbaijan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>10-08-2014, 05:26:40</strong>
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				Ruth listened attentively to the plan. It was a good plan, she thought, although strategy was never her strong point. She simply occupied herself with making sure that her rifle was pointed just where it needed to be. At a thousand meters out, it would be difficult. Even the best rifles (and she only used the best) would lose a meter over that distance, and if you weren't precisely sure of the wind, you could easily end up shooting the person standing next to your target. Still, she would do it, and she would do well. It was her job, and what all of her training had prepared her for. The wind posed no threat to her accuracy, and with Frankie watching over her, she could focus fully on the job.<br><br>Ordinarily splitting one's attention between making sure your location was safe and paying attention to your target was hell for a sniper, but Ruth knew she could trust Frankie. Sure, they didn't know each other terribly well (Frankie had never exactly been open about her past), but Ruth had seen her in action enough to know that she was a capable soldier, and no slouch at sniping, either. They would make a good team, she was sure.<br><br>"Boss, do you have any maps of the area? I'd like to stake out potential locations, and hopefully have some getaway routes planned for if our hiding spot is discovered. No sense going in without knowing, of course."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell Katz: Baku, Azerbaijan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-08-2014, 20:58:37</strong>
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				Dannie smiled and stood up. "On it boss, going to go bring the car around now." She exited the plane taking an attache case with her. She gave Ruth a fond smile. She opened her blouse and put on a bulletproof vest. It was one of those good ones, ceramic hard-point protection. It would suck balls in this heat, but she wasn't getting shot. She did her blouse over it again and checked her pistol. She stowed her shotgun in the humvee after checking it for any explosive party favors. <br><br>She pulled the car around while the rest of the girls got ready. She wore a chauffeur's hat and aviator glasses. She made sure she could reach all her weapons. The humvee was not a stock number. It had armor plating, glass, it was a freaking tank. The tires could take small explosives and keep going. It had a totally overhauled engine and that she put in herself. It'd take a couple of RPG-7s and keep on trucking. <br><br>She got out and prepared to open the door for her boss. It was a half playful, half serious gesture. She liked the Boss, she didn't get upset with how she drove, only that she not get anyone killed.&nbsp; 
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