The night before we make our move

Tomorrow, we make our move. The thought of carrying out this mission makes me want to throw up. I know the likelihood of failure- and being killed- is very high.

Clarke has Novikov, Lyudmila, and myself around the table where he has a crudely drawn map. Hobbs stands to the side.

“The dam is not heavily guarded.” Clarke explains. “This is thanks to our misinformation. Our numbers are equal to the defenders. We have a very good chance of taking them, if we act with precision and coordination.”

“What we have to worry about is the enemy’s nearby reinforcements. We will have very little time to act, and we will need a big distraction.” He continues, then looks to Lyudmila. “This is where you come in. I need you to gather your militia and distribute the weapons we gave you, and the Molotov cocktails we made. Quietly take your positions. At 0600, it is open season. Make as much chaos, and kill as many of them as you possibly can. **** them to send what reserves they have into town, in the wrong direction.”

He turns back to us. “Twenty minutes later, we begin our attack.”

He turns to Novikov. “Sergeant Novikov, you will take your men across the river tonight, and take your positions on the opposite side of the dam. The rest of us will leave early this morning. We will attack from both sides, hopefully taking them by surprise.”

“Once we have taken the dam, I will take my team inside to plant the explosives. Your team will set up defenses, and buy us enough time to finish the job. Does everybody understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Novikov responds. “I’ll prepare my men to move out immediately.”

“I’ll round up my people.” Lyudmila adds.

The two of them leave Hobbs, Clarke and I alone.

“I didn’t understand anything.” Hobbs tells us. “But it sounded like things went well.”

“You came up with a good plan.” Clarke assures him. “I don’t know where I’d be without you to do my thinking.”

“What do you think?” Clarke asks me.

“I hope plan works.” I tell him. “I nervous about tomorrow.”

“Yeah, me too.” He says with a chuckle. “If I got killed I wouldn’t be able to fuck anymore.”

I can’t help but giggle.

“Is little things in life you enjoy.” I laugh. “And big things!”

“You can enjoy my big thing.” He offers.

“What about me?” Hobbs asks.

“Yeah!” Clarke sneers. “What about you?”

“If you both so horny,” I suggest. “You can fuck each other.”

“No way.” Clarke says. “I want to fuck you.”

“Yes, me too.” Hobbs adds.

“Come on.” Clarke urges. “This could be the last night of our lives. Why not have a little fun? You’re a horny girl. I know you want it.”

“She can decide what she wants.” Hobbs argues.

“Two of us, one girl.” Clarke mutters. “I guess you’re right.”

He turns to me. “So,” he asks, “which one of us are you going to fuck tonight?”