Penetrating the Defenses

A/N: Hope you enjoy the beginning of this more action-packed sequence. And please, remember to leave a comment if you do.

Laurel's POV

20 minutes later...

"Alright, I think we are as ready as we are going to be," You remarked into the radio after looking around the street from the driving seat of the pickup truck your owner had entrusted you to use for the rescue mission. "There are no zombies nearby and no members of the gang outside the perimeter that I can see. Sergeant Foreman, can you see any changes with your drone that I can't, over?"

"Yes," Came their veteran scout's voice through the static. "A couple minutes ago, I saw six of the gangsters exit the building and head towards the backyard. I am trying to get a better look without drawing attention to the drone. So, better be stealthy to get past the entrance if you can. Still, even if they hear a commotion, it will take at least 30 seconds of running for them to reach your position, so keep that in mind as you advance and aim your weapons."

"Copy that," You said slowly. "Let us know if something changes, Sergeant. I will drive to the entrance in a minute. Laurel out."

You took a handful of deep breaths, trying to steady your pulse as the reality of the situation started to hit you in full ****. You were finally going to take action to rescue your sister from that scum of a gang boss. And things will get nasty and violent before they are over, either way.

Despite the dangers ahead, however, you felt calmer and more cautiously optimistic than you expected. You had reignited your relationship with Kira after being encouraged by their caring Master, she and the rest of the group were well stocked with weapons and you was escorted by seasoned veterans who were joining your rescue mission. And especially after experiencing some very pleasant sex with the beautiful Sergeant Garcia a couple of hours ago, you felt like you could trust your fellow sister-in-ownership with your life and with your full-blooded sister's life in the fight to come.

Then you were snapped out of your thoughts when your no longer ex-girlfriend placed a supporting hand above your own. You smiled back at her and gave her a brief but fiery kiss on the spot. The two of you gasped after breaking away at the intensity for a moment, as you took a deep breath and so did she but then she placed her hand on your cheek.

"I love you Laurel," She whispered. "Never forget that."

You stared into her caring eyes and sighed as your heart fluttered. "I love you too, Kira. Are you ready?"

She nodded. "Let's rescue Sofia."

And with that, you took the wheel and accelerated forward. Soon, you had turned around the block and the red warehouse building came into view in full. The guard at the entrance, Enrique stiffed as you approached but you lowered the pickup's window and slow down so you could get your face out of it and let him see.

The gang member's eyes widened and he relaxed his grip on his handgun in turn. Exactly how they wanted it...

You took a deep breath again as you crossed the entrance and Enrique came outside your window.

"Carlos said you were probably dead," He grunted.

You rolled your eyes at that. "He is damn lucky I am not. I found this truck after waiting out a horde. Better yet, it was full of supplies, after the owners got killed while I hid," You said, lying through your teeth as your one true owner had instructed.

He grinned at that, a greedy gleam in his eyes. "Good to see you are still pulling your weight. That will probably buy you an exception from participating in the **** fest Carlos and the others are getting ready to enjoy."

You paled at that; images of your sister being abused constantly by many rapists as if it were a marathon making your heart fill with horror. "What do you mean?" Kira asked for you, her voice tense while yours faltered.

The pre-apocalyptic criminal chuckled as you squirmed. "While you two were gone, Carlos spotted an opportunity to finally settle our unfinished business with the Cold Grave Gang. They were so busy defending their turf from a large horde of biters that we were able to sneak into their stronghold from behind and kill them after they expended their strength taking on the pack. Sure, some of us didn't made it out so we are more shorthanded than before. The good part about that, though, is that we have to share less, because at long last, our gang war is officially over. And this means that to the victor go the spoils, so, we captured their women and are getting ready to celebrate in full."

You felt like bile was threatening to jump out of your gut at his remorseless and even excited remarks, all the while, being aware that he was knowingly freaking you out with his words.

"Ah, don't worry, if you brought useful supplies, I am sure I can talk Carlos into giving you and Kira a quiet night instead," Enrique said with a wide smirk. "If you make it worth my while, that is."

Before you could fully comprehend what he was implying with his ominous tone, he turned towards the back of the truck, so you took your nervous eyes to the mirror, just in time to see Sergeant Garcia catch him off-guard by standing up and stabbing him with her combat knife deep in the middle of his right eye, a fierce look of fury crossing her own features.

The gangster didn't even have time to cry out, and before he could drop dead to the ground, Lieutenant Mills grabbed him and lifted him up the back of the truck and out of sight.

Your jaw dropped to the floor at their brutal efficiency, especially when you saw Garcia stab him again, this time in the other eye, probably to make extra sure the despicable man would not get the chance to rise as a half-blind walking corpse.

Then as you felt a grim sort of satisfaction you also realized that you felt even more confident than ever of your group's odds. The thought made you smile widely, as images of long-awaited retribution filled her mind.

And the beautiful and strong, knife-wielding Garcia now looked even more magnificent to her. Like a heroic mistress, even...

Suddenly, the radio turned on again. "The others in the backyard don't appear to have noticed you," Sergeant Foreman's announced, her voice strained with rage. "But after hearing that piece of intelligence on our enemy, I got closer through the drone and saw that they were tying up four young women and getting ready for their vicious party. Orders, sir?"

"You distract them with the drone when you see us aiming at the gangsters," Came the sudden, disgusted voice of your Master to your right.

You blinked rapidly and remembered that he and Amelia had agreed to reinforce you after they were able to ambush the guard silently. Your caring, if currently angry owner, continued. "Make sure that when you catch their attention with the drone they are looking in the opposite direction and away from the prisoners too."

"It will be my pleasure, sir," The soldier replied, her tone gripped by intensity. "Sergeant Foreman out."

And so, your Master and Amelia checked on the suppressors on their own sniper rifles one more time as Mills and Garcia jumped off the truck. You and your girlfriend exited the truck as well and loaded your own handguns with the smaller suppressors that they had given you both.

Walking slowly and hugging the walls of the building, your group approached as stealthily as possible and eventually, after carefully turning around a corner, they saw the four, helpless women they had captured, all naked, tied up, silenced, and looking terrified.

A sense of determination and righteous fury gripped you tight, and you could see it reflected in the faces of your new friends and Master. And so, when they took aim with your weapons, so did you, any lingering sense of hesitation fading away at the sight before you.

A/N: I already have the next few chapters finished by now, so, be aware that the update speed will vary depending on the attention each one gets. In short, the more comments, the faster the update.

Happy reading and until next time!