Yes, and with a little information thrown in.

"What's all this for?" Kelly asked, displaying all the curiousness that went along with her young age, at 18 she was nearly the youngest soldier in the company, only being older than a few women who had joined up before reaching formal maturity.

"You'll no doubt find out that on this colony there is much more below the surface than upon it," John replied, "of which you'll certainly learn more."

Their walk through the underground complex of narrow tunnels went on in the same manner, with Joanna and Kelly putting forth questions, neither of them taking any notice any longer to the established military hierarchy that stated that it was the NCO who should pump the friendly locals for information while the private did her best to look soldierly, and John responding to them, though often returning to the vagueness with which he had answered Joanna's earlier questions.

All in all, Joanna found John to be a markedly different beast from Boss Johnson. While the former had appeared to be a haughty figure with a stone-age perspective on women, John was calmer and far more eloquent.

And while Boss Johnson had somehow managed to make her adequately hungry for his cock and his cum for her to do anything for the promised reward of receiving it, John affected Joanna in a more subtle way, raising her arousal in general rather than merely towards him and making her interested not only in him but also in Kelly, whose expression implied that she was in a similar state of mind.

When John found a certain or other line of questioning to come too close to areas that he didn't feel willing to address just yet, he would state as much, and Joanna would at first contemplate ignoring his reservation, but invariably choosing to do so, with the consistent consequence being that her lust for him and Kelly reached even higher levels.

Littered through the tunnel system at an interval of about forty yards were security doors, which John opened with the help of another home-made machine, this one appearing to be an ordinary clearing-card with its base attached to a metal-frame with dozens of brightly coloured wires running along it.

"It's a code randomiser," John helpfully informed Joanna while opening one of the many sets of doors, "we've hacked these doors so that you need one of these to get past them. The code is just a random number that's generated whenever a c-card is stuck into the slot."

"Who is it that comes up with all these things?" Joanna asked, her interest in technology, in the old days she would have been the sort of teen to whom the term "tomboy" applied, now surfacing.

"Oh, various members of our little group." John replied, as the doors began to slide open.

"And I suppose that you're all named John Smith? Or is it Doe?" Joanna now displayed a cheekiness that she rarely had gotten the chance to vent while on active service.

"It's Milton, really." John replied, with feigned nonchalance, "I found that more alluring than my birth name."

"And what was that?"

"Sub-specimen ZTR-273 dash d", John blurted out in an almost robotic manner before grinning weakly, "it doesn't sound very poetic, does it?"

Joanna tried to find out more on the subject, but John proved unwilling to give out more, and told her as much. Being essentially without any other options but to respect his wishes, Joanna did as much.

Eventually, the trio reached an upwards-going tunnel, with a closed hatch that John unlocked and swung open to reveal a ladder. Again Kelly got to serve as point-woman while traversing the tunnel, and again Joanna got to admire the blonde's fabulous ass and wet pussy, the woman leaning forwards slightly while climbing upwards and thus allowing Joanna to make out the thin rectangular patch that stretched itself upwards from just above the top of her damp slit.

Joanna found that this tunnel led up into another dim space, furnished with little more than a large metal counter and a pair of chairs, with what little illumination there was coming either from what sunlight that managed to get through the window drapes or from the large, bright blue globe-shaped bulb which was mounted onto the wall just below the ceiling.

Noticing the blue bulb was enough to cause Joanna to scowl. She, and her troopers, knew what that meant; this building was monitored by RASS (Regulated Autonomous Security System), the various incarnations of which was the leading products on the private security market, and no doubt one of the worst. Joanna and most soldiers that she had met had standardized dropping the "R" from the acronym when speaking off it.

Sure enough, an electronic voice challenged John to produce the correct safe-word, after which the standard shrill, repetitive noise was heard while a metallic limb began to extract itself from the rightmost wall, clarifying that this was the Full Security and Defence version of RASS that came with a telescopic-mounted stun gun. While the weapon wasn't lethal, the system was quite unstable, and Joanna had heard enough tales about it going off despite being deactivated for her to scowl even more as she backed herself towards the wall behind her.

Turning towards the panel mounted on the wall behind him, John disarmed the alarm system, Joanna and Kelly both letting out sighs of relief at the fact that the system actually did seem to comply.

In the silence that followed the deactivation of the ASS, Joanna became aware of two voices moaning and groaning in an intertwined pattern, one voice soft and light while the other seemed hoarser and more masculine.

"Come on," John began, his face having cracked up into an amused smirk in response to the excited sounds coming from upstairs, "and I'll introduce you to the others."