Yes you can.

You grit your teeth. Are you really just going to go along with this? Being the yuppy for some kind of mad scientist?

Yes, you shameless fuck, of course you are.

“I’ll do it.”

Carmine crosses her arms, “I knew you’d say that.” She looks down to Chun, who’s finally starting to wake up after passing out from her orgasm. “I have to call the cleaner.” Carmine walks back behind her desk and presses down on a button, “Send a cleaner and Leah to my office please!”

You help Chun off the desk and onto the other chair. “What are we going to do about the… uh, the creampie.”

“Don’t worry – I have a shower in here,” she says, pointing to a door on the left wall. That isn’t what you meant, but her lack of reaction to the fact that your swimmers might be gang banging her assistant’s ovaries right now implies that she’s on some kind of birth control. You try your best to cover Chun up again before the cleaner arrives.

Somebody else turns up first. The door opens to reveal a (attractive, what else) black woman with curly hair. She’s wearing a green bomber jacket, which has a black bulletproof vest underneath. “I only just got back and you’re already ordering me around again?”

“Sorry. We’re going to be busy for a few weeks. Meet our newest inner-circle member, John Doe.”

The woman peers at you with a scrutinizing eye as she takes off the jacket and unstraps the vest, revealing a body that flows like water, with an ass that would make Carmine jealous. Your enjoyment is cut off as she dons the jacket once more. “Why’d you pick out this guy?”

“Bloody Nose suggested him.”

“Oh, so one of your magic predictions then? I don’t trust homegirl one bit; she freaks me out.”

“Who’s Bloody Nose?”

“We haven’t had time for introductions. Bloody Nose is the last member of our team. You’ll meet her soon.”

“Aye, never seen her damn face though. Keeps it locked up tight.”

“This is Leah Johnson. She leads the outside teams on operations and trains them to tie their own shoes.”

“We’re gonna’ need to do more than that to get this civie into shape. You ever fired a gun before?” Leah sniffs the air, cutting off her own question. She glances down at the wet patch on the carpet, “Carmine, did you just fuck in the office again? Nasty.”

“It’s my office, I can do as I like.”

“Yeah but keep me outta’ here until you clean it up.” Leah has a distinct accent that places her from somewhere around New York. “Hopefully you’ve got shit together, common sense is in short supply in this bunker.”

“John is going to be going through the basic process in a few days. After that I want you to teach him everything you know.”

“I’ll do what you say. I get why you hired Chun and me, but this guy? What does he have that you need so badly?”

Carmine shrugs, “Call it a whim.”

“Your whims always turn out to be fucking crazy.”

Carmine just smiles at her diplomatically. She waves her hand in the air, “Take him to the range and drill him for a bit. I know you like to wind down with some practice – so teach him the basics.” Leah frowns, it’s weird to have someone so confrontational in the mix with you now. You thought that everyone would just follow along no questions asked.

“Alright bitch, I got you. Come on new guy, we’re learning to shoot.” You nod and follow her out of the office, trying not to stare at her ass as she leads you through the base once again. “You know some basics, right?”

“Basic safety. I’ve never practiced though.”

“Most people don’t. If Carmine is vouching for you though, you gotta’ be crazy somehow. Even if I can’t tell what it is.”

“I don’t know myself. Maybe I’m the team pet.”

“Team pet doesn’t get personal training time with me.”

“True.”

“Anyway, if you’re just half as insane as Chun – we’re going to get along just fine. Just do what I tell you.”

“I’m in your hands.”