Get clear (With link to a picture)

Calvo's throat seemed constricted, even though the noose had been cut. Each breath was raw, and his vision seemed to blur with the hammer of his heart. Those bastards would probably not be gone long, there was still plenty to be looted, and the mercs, like vultures, would pick every last strip of flesh from the carcass of the prison. Once they had unloaded their shuttle, they would be back.

He levered himself unsteadily to his feet, swaying as Tau-Ceti Two seemed to spin and buck malevolently under his feet. Every gust of the keening wind was transmuted, in Calvo's mind, in to the whine of the returning shuttle's scramjets. He staggered to where the Guard Captain lay sparawled, the cut noose still around her slender throat.

He tried to lift her, but Calvo's body betrayed him, not het fully under his control. Instead, her slipped his hands between her arms, which were still bound behind her back, and began dragging the redhead clear of the wreckage in a series of laboured, gasping efforts. Her dead weight slipped in his grip, and Calvo found himself cupping twin handfulls of her proud, uptilted breasts as he hauled the slim guardswoman in to the dubious cover of the scattered boulders.

Finally, his strength failing him, Calvo collapsed, his back against a jagged rock, the Captain in his lap, just as he realised that the sound he had been hearing for the last few seconds really was not the wind. The shuttle's shadow flitted over their position as it returned, its engines screaming like the howling damned.....

((The Guard Captain, an image, is available here!))

http://www.raunchyminds.com/gallery/details.php?image_id=9611&;