Take them out ?

Clavo stood staring down at the two guardswomen: Eighteen, tall, blonde, and leggy, lay face down over the petite, crop haired brunette, Twelve. Eighteen's white, skintight uniform clung to her, displaying her body rather than hiding it. Twelve was naked, her impudent little breasts topped by the jut of dainty, dark nipples, and her tonned, pale thighs lying slightly apart, exposing the dark V of her pubic mound.

Both utterly beautiful...and Calvo was not by nature, a violent man. But to let them survive would be to invite persuit....****...or worse, recapture, and more grinding years of monotony, and soul destroying isolation......