They head towards the site.

By the exit the group paused while Johnson rifled through some closets containing clothing. Finding what he was looking for he tossed a set of kneepads and some thick gloves onto the floor in front of Holly, who raised an immaculately plucked eyebrow at the objects.

"Put em on bitch." Johnson ordered. "Grounds rough outside. Wouldn't want you scuffing yourself."

"Gee, thanks." The exec replied sarcastically. "You're all heart."

"Don't remember saying bitches could talk." The union man said, a hint of menace in his voice.

"Woof, woof." Holly barked and hurried to put the items on.

"Better. Reckon if you can't remember your place you're better off muzzled in public." He threatened, glowering at his ex boss.

"You." He said, suddenly turning and pointing at Holly's secretary. "Bout time you did something useful. Get your pretty ass over to the workshops and ask them to fix me up a muzzle for your boss. Tell them to be creative, you can catch another flyer and bring it when they're done."

The secretary bowed her head in compliance and scurried off on her errand. The rest of the party headed out the doors and across town to the spaceport, with Holly struggling to keep pace as she crawled on her hands and knees at the end of her leash. At the spaceport a handful of armoured Angels were guarding the entrance, at Johnson's approach they saluted arms as though he was a senior officer.

"Your transport is ready sir." Corporal Elli Xia, commanding the guard detail reported. "We thought the executive shuttle would be best. It's fueled and ready on pad one."

"Good." Johnson acknowledged. "Second best thing about you pretty little soldier girls is your efficiency."

Inside the airport lobby an orgy was in progress. Naked Angels were entertaining more of Johnson's men. Joanna recognised most of the women as personnell that had been left back on the Persephone. Lieutenant South was among them, naked except for her officer's cap and boots and kneeling in front of a large dark skinned man as she enthusiastically sucked his massive cock.

"Danvers, see you boys are sampling the new batch." Johnson chuckled, greeting the ebony skinned man.

"Yeah, and I gotta tell ya these troopers are hot." Danvers said and gestured at the blonde headed Kim South deep throating his dick. "Never thought I'd have an army officer slurping on my cock."

"This is just the beginning man." Johnson bragged. "If we can get these modules out and get them running. Once we get back to earth you can have the president herself give you a blowjob."

Joanna listened to this exchange horrified. Johnson it seemed was plotting on a grand scale and this far flung planet was just the first step in a much wider conspiracy. The sergeant considered breaking the union boss's neck then and there, but realised that would be futile. Danvers or one of the other men would simply take his place and one shout for help would make Inez and the other brainwashed Angels still in their battle armour protect their masters.

"We're heading out to the crash site now." Johnson was saying to Danvers. "See if I can hustle the excavation along. You boys keep a firm hand on things here while I'm gone."

Leaving Danvers to enjoy Lieutenant South's mouth. They headed out to the landing pads where a corporate orbital flyer was parked ready. A female pilot and a couple of Johnson's male cronies was sitting in the cockpit ready. Joanna and her two comrades, the twin scientists and Johnson with the leashed businesswoman crawling behind him boarded the luxury transport.