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Joanna and her soldiers walked out of the room where they had been gang-banged by the strange workers.

?Incidentally,? Johnson grabbed hold of Joanna and **** her to look straight at him, the increasingly submissive sergeant realizing that Johnson was talking to her helmet-camera, which relayed his message back to Lt. South up on the Persephone, ?I guess you didn?t send down just the one squad, now did you??

?No!? Kim screamed out, her voice sounding shrill and **** in Joanna?s ears.

?Heh,? Johnson grinned, ?then I suppose that you wouldn?t mind giving us the coordinates of the other squads??

Seconds later, Kim had blurted out the whereabouts of the other squads, essentially handing over almost a hundred women to Johnson and his men on a silver platter.

Having gotten what he wanted from the giddy lieutenant, Johnson divided his men up into smaller groups, and told them with a lewd grin to gather up some of their friends before ?collecting? Joanna?s fellow soldiers.

Joanna might have wanted to warn her friends, but even the faintest thought of doing anything towards that end caused the blistering headache to return, and she remained as passive towards that subject as she did when Johnson had his men take her and the others? rifles, leaving them with their stun-guns and shock-clubs.

The corporate headquarters building was a bit underwhelming when measured against the grandeur that its name implied. It was a square, drab building with a double set of glass doors at the front.

Although the glass was broken, large lockers had been dragged out to block the entrance, and from her position peeking out from a corner about fifty yards from the building, Joanna could make out someone sitting on the second floor.

?We?re going to need some smoke?, Joanna informed the other nine women, and then began formulating a plan.

Normally, the decision on a suitable course of action would be Lt. South?s to make, but all Joanna got in reply when she attempted to contact her commanding officer was white noise and girlish moans.

Eventually, her women were emplaced where she wanted them, all of them operating in combat-pairs, with private Arnold squatting next to Joanna behind a wall not more than twenty feet from the entrance.

?One, two?? Joanna began, and then shouted out a ?go!? before Arnold tossed a grenade each over the wall. The grenade flew threw the air to go off roughly where Joanna had wanted it to.

With smoking spewing upwards towards the sky and obscuring the window where Joanna had spotted someone, she now got up and tossed her grenade, her infra-vision on and allowing her to see through the smoke.

The grenade flew in through the window and went off, rendering the person there temporally blind and deaf, while the other four combat-pairs made their way towards the headquarters? façade.

After climbing over the improvised barricade, Joanna and her women made quick work of the women inside the building, few of which were armed and none of them knowing anything about soldiering or close-quarters combat.

The whole thing was more or less over, Johnson and the remainder of his group already working to tear down the barricade while the female soldiers searched for the last of the defenders.

That search led Joanna to the building?s basement, with Private Kelly shadowing her, and the sergeant worked her way through each of the subterranean area?s dishevelled compartments, noting that nearly every one of them looked as if they had been thoroughly searched through, and another barricade had been built in the main corridor.

The innermost room however turned out to be completely empty, save for a hatched tunnel with the hatch open. The tunnel seemed to go on for quite a while, and Joanna found herself wondering if some of the corporate females had escaped that way, or if someone else had gotten in that way.

Then, Joanna felt a shiver run down her spine as she registered the sound of someone moving behind her.