Ambush set up

Calvo crouched among the rocks, waiting, his breathing finally under control. Ah...here she was...Guard Twelve, jogging easily up the rock slope. She paused , pert little tits rising and falling with the effort of the chase, her stun gun drawn. Her eyes slowly swept the area, intense concentration drawing her dark brows in to a frowning bar as she hunted him with all the determination and training she possesed.

Calvo sprang pantherish from behind the boulder, his shoulder connecting with Twelve's back. The girl gasped, flung headlong across the rocky ground, the stun gun skittering away over the granite. Rolling, Calvo grabbed for the weapon, rasing it just as the guard sprang lithe and deadly toward him, pain stick raised. His stun shot took her square in the belly. With a small gasp, the slender woman doubled over, falling backward, dissapearing over the edge of the ridge. Calvo sprang forward in time to see her splash in to the cold dark waters of a small lake, some forty feet below.

He stood at the drop's edge, gazing down, the stun gun held in slack and nerveless fingers. The guardswoman's body bobbed face down in the dark water, ripples from her fall spreading outward.

"Do what it takes...."

To let the pretty littleguard die? Was that what it took to win his freedom? He stood, frozen in an agony of indecision.......