Getting to know the base

As the car came to a halt, John could feel the disappointment seeping through the vehicle. His advances had made some progress, but he knew there was still a lot of work to be done. He couldn't help but smirked as he felt the eyes of the girls on him, even if they tried to hide it.

“Well, ladies, looks like our journey has come to an end“. He said, unbuckling himself from the car.

His gaze fell on the stern figure of the division leader, who was still maintaining her unfazed demeanor despite everything. He wondered how he could break down those walls and get to know her better.

“Oh, and leader? Would you mind showing me around?“

The leader H.E.R.D. Captain Clementine Lionel, was not impressed by John's request. She didn't want any part of his charm or his flirting. But she also wasn't one to deny an order, especially when it came directly from their commanding officer.

“Fine, follow me“. She huffed, turning on her heel and striding towards the entrance of the base.

The base is nestled within an old, abandoned warehouse district that has been left to rot for decades. Their skeletal frames are draped in a shroud of grime and neglect, their windows shattered and gaping like vacant eyesores amidst the concrete jungle. A great place for a cell of a terrorist organization.

The labyrinthine network of alleyways and narrow passageways between these monoliths provides the perfect cover for clandestine operations. Hidden among the debris-strewn floors and crumbling walls, the base's occupants have carved out a home, a sanctuary amidst the desolation.

They passed by training hall where soldiers practiced their skills under the watchful eye of their superiors.

“Do you see this?“ She pointed to a group of White Fang members running drills. “This is what makes us different. We won't just hold signs for our future, we will fight for it. We prepare for every possible scenario, but battle is always the most likely.“

A bull girl two heads taller than you will catch your eye. She was taller than two meters and watched the battles from the side, holding the hammer on her shoulder as if it were a feather.

Once again my brain realized that the guys at the base were training in faceless white fang masks, while the girls were always exceptionally bright and stood out from the general background.

As you step into the makeshift gymnasium, the first thing that greets your senses is the heady scent of sweat and exertion.

The room itself is a testament to ingenuity and resourcefulness. What was once a vast, open space littered with discarded machinery has been transformed into a haven for physical training.

Rusted beams have been repurposed as support for pull-up bars, while old tires have been stacked together to create makeshift weights. Barbell racks made from salvaged iron rods stand at attention against one wall, their plates clinking softly with every movement.

But it's not the equipment that draws your gaze; it's the bodies moving around it. Female bodies. Some were just starting training.

Others were actively engaged in training their muscles in their bodies. As you take a moment to observe, you notice a group of young women engaged in a grueling workout session. They move with a grace and power that belies their surroundings, their muscles rippling beneath taut skin as they push themselves to their limits.

Their forms are a study in contrast - some lean and sinewy, others more muscular and stocky. But all of them exude an aura of strength and resilience, their bodies sculpted by hours of dedicated training and hard work.

You see one girl performing burpees with flawless form, her body glistening with perspiration as she jumps up from the floor, her toned abs flexing with each repetition. Another girl is doing kettlebell swings, her arms bulging with each lift, her face set in a determined scowl.

I actually didn't care about the excursion, but the training room was a pleasant surprise.

To a greater extent I was interested more in the body of the girl who accompanied me and I waited for my pheromones to affect her, unfortunately the effect was not quick and she kept her distance. An hour and a half in the car had an effect on her, but her dissatisfaction with me outweighed her animal instinct.

Clementine continued leading John through the base, pointing out various aspects of the facility. Her focus remained unwavering, never once looking back to check on him. Despite her best efforts, she could feel a strange sensation tugging at her senses - something she hadn't experienced before. The air seemed heavier, almost suffocating, and she found herself struggling to breathe normally.

She quickened her pace, trying to put distance between them. She needed to clear her head, to regain control over her own body. But the closer they got to the division leader's office, the stronger the feeling became until finally, she stumbled, catching herself against the wall.

“What... What was that?“ She gasped, trying to make sense of the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. Warmth enveloped her, and her strong and trained body was heated. Sweat was gathering under her clothes.

“Are you not feeling well? Perhaps you should rest, but first show me my office, after all, I need to know my place as the head of this White Fang department.“

Clementine took a deep breath, trying to shake off the odd sensations. She turned to face John, her expression stern yet slightly confused.

“I'm fine, sir. Just... caught off guard, that's all.“ She straightened up, pushing away from the wall. Let's continue.

She led him to another building, this one is smaller and less bustling than the others. It looked decent compared to the rest of the area. It looked like some kind of former store. Inside was a single room filled with maps, tactical gear, and several desks covered in paperwork.

“This will be your office“. She gestured around the room. “Anything you need, let me know.“

Despite the lingering unease, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She had shown him around, done her duty, and now she could go back to her own duties without worrying about him anymore and deal with this strange warmth that envelops her body.

“Where did Eva Taurus work? She should be at the base now?“

Captain Clementine Lionel's eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of Eva Taurus. The fact that John had replaced her as the division leader still stung, and the constant comparisons didn't help matters.

“She's on a mission. Eva Taurus is a talented warrior, no doubt about it. Her voice was laced with thinly veiled bitterness. But leadership requires more than skill on the battlefield. It requires diplomacy, strategic thinking...“

She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. Her fists were clenched at her sides, her knuckles white.

“And above all else, it requires trust from your subordinates. Something you seem to lack, sir.“

With that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving John alone in his new office.

John stood alone in his new office, a frown etching itself onto his face as he thought about the exchange with Clementine. He couldn't understand why she reacted so strongly to his presence. Was it because he had replaced Eva Taurus? Or was there something more to it?

His thoughts drifted back to the car ride, the way she had looked at him, the strange sensations he had noticed. Could it be that she was affected by his pheromones? If that was true, then why did she react so negatively?

John sat behind his new desk, idly twirling a pen between his fingers as he pondered his next move. He had been assigned to lead the White Fang Division, but so far, things weren't going as smoothly as he had hoped. He needed someone he could rely on, someone who understood his... unique abilities.

“Maybe we should call some other bitch from the HERD squad. Someone who won't resist my charms.“

He mused aloud, his mind wandering to the three women horses who were driving in the car today. Everyone except Clementine showed themselves to be susceptible to his pheromone. So why not invite them?